This blog will consist of themes that may be disturbing for some individuals, so please keep that in mind if you decide to scroll through here. Either way, I will still put a mandatory warning in case you find my work in the sea.
The warnings consist of stalking, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, insinuation of addiction, unhealthy dependency, toxic dynamics, yandere themes, Murder, etc. so if any of these make you uncomfortable or disturb you, then I suggest going into another blog for your own comfort.
This blog will also consist of sapphic themes as I don't like to write anything other than this in a romantic setting. When it comes to males I prefer to write them platonic since I'm not very comfortable writing them in the other spectrum.
Please take into account all that is written here, as I don't want anyone to be offended or disturbed since I don't have control over what you are gonna do or wanna do.
Rules:
• Do try and be specific when making a request as I tend to come short with a character I ain't too familiar with.
• I use prompts for my writing, for example,
Note: a very short verse or an idea of the character for a piece of writing.
Concept: a more explicit dive into a character and tinker with its element and how they will be in general.
Headcanons: small bullets points in how I'll think they'll be in certain situations.
Short story: giving a situation a more broader light. ( This is self-explanatory)
So be specific in which one you want and I'll try to deliver.
• Talking about prompts, you can specify how intense you want the obsession to be or if you want it up to me then you can. I don't really mind. But you can only specify in a short story.
• I will not write about sex as I don't want to dive into that category. It may be hinted at, but I won't write explicitly about it.
• As I've said in the introductory, I will only write platonic Males. Anything outside this spectrum, romantic, I will not write and your request will be ignored.
• For the females you do have to specify if you want the piece to be platonic or romantic.
List of Fandoms:
Arcane
Alita: Battle Angel
Alice in wonderland
Avatar The Last Airbender
Avatar The legends of Korra
BATIM: ink machine and dark revival
Creepypasta
Disney
ENA: Dream bbq and series
Fallout: 4 and TV series
Hunger Games
Mortal Kombat
Rapunzel's Tangled Adventures
Red dead redemption 2
Ride the cyclone
Resident Evil Village
Resident Evil 2 ( Remake )
Resident Evil 3 ( Remake )
Resident Evil Movie Franchise
Steven Universe
Skyrim
Spiderman across the spider verse
Scott Pilgrim vs the world
Teen Titans
The owl house
The amazing digital circus
Welcome Home
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The ones in bold are what I currently fixated in.
More Fandoms may be added. If you want to request a fandom but it isn't stated here do ask and I'll tell you if I do write about it.
Might have mentions of stalking, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, insinuation of addiction, unhealthy dependency, toxic dynamic, yandere themes, Murder, etc.
If you're uncomfortable with anything listed above, then I advise not to read further. If you wish to continue know that you've been warned.
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She idolizes the idea that you are a jewel within the rubble: bullet caps and empty liquor bottles. You're not a dark omen but instead one that provides sanction.
Most people dammed her in the wake of the roads, but you never did it. Even when she was wary of you, on how nice you were to her, for she couldn't dare and believe that such a person existed. That you, out of all people, willingly chose to be with her without gaining any profit from it.
You'll walk with her, and she didn't have to utter a word because silence with you was comforting.
She hunched over her desk, scribbling away potential articles, yet her mind never stopped thinking of you when you were away. She'll always worry that you've chosen to be with someone that isn't her. She'll obsess over the fact that she is just a plunder in your voyage. But, ideally, she had learned everything about you before that point.
Every time she has an opportunity to be with you, she'll take it, even if it's just to go to the pub.
If she were to try to describe how you make her feel, it'd be an addiction to cigarettes. The drag of a cigar was the monument of it all. Despite the ingulfment of the grainy texture, she still kept on huffing the smoke in and retained it in her lungs, keeping the euphoria in her body for as long as possible before blowing it out with a strained cough.
She isn't highly dependent on you, she grows an attachment. She can't breathe without you around. She'll search for your hand and not permit herself to rest until she makes sure you're safe under her radar.
She'll use fear-mongering to make sure you'll stay. She may even use yellow journalism if the fear isn't enough. So instead of you fearing the world, the world will fear you.
She uses you as a comfort more than a person. Like chocolate that reminds a person fondly of a warm day outside with family. She'll lavish on your warmth, the gentle touch, a fixation.
In her mind she wants her partner to be perfect, so she'll make you perfect.
Her jealousy tends to override her senses, makes her do things that she would dislike on a person. But she doesn't kill, no. She may spill blood to wear off people that can interfere, but doesn't like making a mess without a purpose.
Everything has a purpose.
For who would want to get rid of a good omen because of a simple mistake?
Word Count: 435
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• I'll also like to mention that English isn't my first language so I apologize if there is any error in my writing.
Can I request an emotional scene with Ena from Dream bbq? Non-yandere, if you can.
Need a little sadness to read.
ENA: Cater me in Vows
Might have mentions of angst, emotional scenes, use of First person inner monologue ( from time to time), Etc.
If you're uncomfortable with anything listed above, then I advise not to read further. If you wish to continue know that you've been warned.
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You don't breathe like you used to. It used to be the humes the rain carries, a small drizzle. Steady, on point even in a rush hour. Now you breathe like the cracks the mellow sun cries.
Now, I'm bestowed with the aftermath. A fragile child, alone and scared, That doesn't know what they're doing. Hiding in the closet waiting for the fumes to pass and your father to wake up. But, doesn't know how to stop it.
We'll walk past memory lane, and I can see your eyes staring for a moment too long at one. Sockets filled with ocean waves stuck in a thunderstorm. And I don't know how to get you out. I'll hear the mockingjays sing your coos till dawn and again.
I'll grab your hand, our hearts beating as one. the forest is quiet, anticipating. The birds may stop, the ground still, the waves nearing. It's perfect, isn't it? I'll ask you to breathe with me. Even if the air won't enter and the bedding crumbles, let me take your hand.
You kept turning the fluorescents into an unattainable compromise. The carousel drags you away from me, can't I hold you? I'll breathe if you'll let me, cry if you'll let me, see if you'll let me. So why am I so scared?
Every time I look at you, I feel happy. I treasure the moments of vulnerability and I'll keep it close to my heart. Yet, your eyes aren't here. There someone in the past stuck in melancholy. I want to help, I do, I just don't know how.
I'll dress in flowers, so nostalgia can focus on something else. You'll lit up like a broken lightbulb, but the electricity gave out ages ago. So I'll sit next to you.
"Does it hurt?" You said one evening, a roar terrified to be heard. Yet you didn't want an answer. Bleached eyes stared at the vinyl with resentment, but the warmth radiated cultivated droplets of anger. You'll stare in my direction, as if you were trying to pinpoint God.
You fell upon me, a porcelain doll broken on the floor. Your lips spoke melancholy, again and again with anger of a wounded soldier. You entered the confession of the church, your burns, regrets. You spoke what the cigarette burned.
Even after the clock was tired, I wouldn't let time be harsh on you. And you showed me the child inside the closet, letting me kiss the tears that stained their cheeks.
I'll forever vow to be when time catches up. Next to the scared child, but instead of being alone, I'll be with them.
Word Count: 439
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• I'll also like to mention that English isn't my first language so I apologize if there is any error in my writing.
Preferably where she tries to convince the reader to stay with her despite her harmful tendencies.
If you're up to it.
Alice Angel: lucid
Might have mentions of obsessive behavior, possessiveness, insinuation of addiction, unhealthy dependency, toxic dynamic, yandere themes, etc.
If you're uncomfortable with anything listed above, then I advise not to read further. If you wish to continue know that you've been warned.
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She stood in the center, unmoving; her inner conflict swirled in the entrapment. You expected her to scream or shout, but you wished that's what she did. The silence was— unsettling. The walls were breathing louder and louder as if it would swallow you whole.
Moments before, she was fuming. Rambling on and on about the injustice and the holy, the rights and wrongs. While having you sat in the corner like a puppet, whose strings were tangled in the wood's veins. She'll never let you speak, move without permission, look without a purpose, only to listen.
But you wanted to speak without restrictions. To move without a command screamed into your ear. To be able to look with no objective without fear of a consequence. And not be used to listen.
Once the zipper broke, the chimes of the church's bells halted mid-waltz. Her voice, for the first time, cracked. Like stopping a running vinyl with your fingers. She didn't even move, didn't even look at you. Just stared dead ahead.
This was a moment you regretted speaking freely, and for once, you begged for her voice to rip the silence again. To hear her melancholy, so instead you spoke with a lump in your throat. But she didn't listen, didn't respond to an undeserved apology. " Alice?" You tried again to recapture her attention. Silence.
The strings that held you down broke, and once you stood in front of her, you saw her face. Contoured in indifference.
Even with the aftermath of shoving you down to make you below her, you felt joyous with the sound. She retied the strings, put the zipper back on, and made you listen. Even with all the attributes you don't want, you obliged; for you were afraid of her silence.
She wouldn't beg verbally for your forgiveness, you already gave that. She wouldn't have to convince you, cause you already gave yourself up.
Word Count: 321
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• I'll also like to mention that English isn't my first language so I apologize if there is any error in my writing.
Might have mentions of stalking, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, insinuation of addiction, unhealthy dependency, toxic dynamic, yandere themes, Murder, etc.
If you're uncomfortable with anything listed above, then I advise not to read further. If you wish to continue know that you've been warned.
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A predicament.
A liberation that wasn't expected but wasn't unwelcome.
You were intertwined cables that he couldn't care less to fix. For the fixation wasn't yet set on you. If he were to shout an order you were the wall that echoed his command. He'll send you to do something and you'll do it in a heartbeat. You were a constant in his life that he had yet to realize the amount of limerence you've caused to rupture.
Although his ignorance caused him to become avoidant of such feelings, he never caught on, ironically.
A man so enamored with his work, so obsessed with perfectionism, always knowing when things happen and when things must happen that he never noticed the note you engraved in his music sheet. You weren't an off-key that ripped his ears out trying to correct; you were a melancholy.
A truth of complexity, and yet he didn't know you were the one that caused that.
And the second you fell short, when his orders or commands weren't followed as he liked, stupidity hit him. Ignorance caused him to ignore the truth of you so he couldn't savor it. He couldn't mend it, he couldn't mold it, he couldn't make it his muse.
And now he has the other end of the stick. Repayment for the lack of attentiveness. A perfectionist who came short of perfection.
Word count: 230
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• I'll also like to mention that English isn't my first language so I apologize if there is any error in my writing.
- It took me too long to figure him out, but one thing did stick. That even as an obsessive man his avoidance leads him to not realize his fixation on you. ( Which I find funny )
My vision is set to look at your perpetual beauty.
Might have mentions of stalking, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, insinuation of addiction, unhealthy dependency, toxic dynamic, yandere themes, Murder, etc.
If you're uncomfortable with anything listed above, then I advise not to read further. If you wish to continue know that you've been warned.
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A never-ending satisfaction for hunger.
Whenever on a late evening to watch the stars, her neck would always be turned 90 degrees just to see what the stars do. You.
It was always you she longed to see. Desperately clinging to a reminiscence of your body. She'll look in the mirror that you once saw to see what it did. Her hands were always flat on the surfaces almost wanting— the warmth.
The chill your skin gave her was thrilling. She craved it, but also loathed it. She could just admire and never touch too deeply, and she hated that. How come the air gets to travel inside your lungs while she has only the liberty to see the surface?
She always wondered how it feels, to breathe the same air as you. And she meant that literal.
To take a step you've taken, to feel the surface you've already felt, to see the sight you already saw, to taste what you have already tasted. She wants it.
She'll inch towards your body, but no matter how close you two were, she always wanted more.
And yet— she'll never take it. For if she inched too far how can she ever see you? The entirety of you.
She'll trace your skin, feeling the warmth it emitted and— she almost felt disgusted with herself. For how can she ever wish to be you? She'll never be able to see what other people see. To feel what other people felt.
But, then she'll see the stability of your mind, and hers doubts itself. But she wasn't envious. She'll rather admire her Cherub. Her personal cherub. For she— HATES— the thought of having to share the view of you.
Everyone is undeserving. They don't appreciate it like she does. No, no, no, those IMBECILES don't. How can they ever?
You're her personal view. All she wants to see for the GØD can't 5ÆK—FŒ4— it out of her grasp.
And she'll keep it that way. For what she ever wants to do is for her vision to be fixated on your perpetual beauty.
Word count: 351
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• I'll also like to mention that English isn't my first language so I apologize if there is any error in my writing.
- this hit me like a deck of cards sprouting out and flourishing around me. How curious.
Might have mentions of stalking, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, insinuation of addiction, unhealthy dependency, toxic dynamic, yandere themes, Murder, etc.
If you're uncomfortable with anything listed above, then I advise not to read further. If you wish to continue know that you've been warned.
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Sobs was the first sound that reached the gem's ear. She didn't recognize this strand of sadness; it echoed inside the walls that her gem had. Rattling her mind with its never-ending sonata.
Her eyes opened and shifted, looking for the source, but all she saw were reflections of herself. And when she took a closer look, she felt confused, for she didn't recognize herself.
Her hands ghosted on her face, tracing her fingers across her mouth, her nose, her ears, the entirety of it all. It felt different, is what she thought. She inched closer towards the reflective surface in hopes of finding recognition, but there was none.
How come her very soul not recognize itself?
As she continued to stare the sobs became a background static but it confused her. Who was crying?
Her eyes parted from her reflection, and looked around. This room— it felt hallowed out. Almost gutted. Like an empty theater that should've had a show singing its tunes. When she looked down, the floor was also reflective, but instead of slate, it was water. And yet she could still stand on it without phasing through.
" I'm sorry" a voice filled with strain suddenly ripped through the cries, startling her. She quickly looked around, trying to spot the person, but there was nothing to look at. Only miles and miles of water.
" I couldn't get here on time." The room echoed.
Instead of panic, confusion settled in instead. What does the voice mean, on time? For what? She waited for the voice to speak again but sobs quickly flooded the room, almost drowning her senses.
But, there was something— in the air, a sense of familiarity. As if she heard these helpless woes before. But before she could've thought it through, the water became quicksand, swallowing her rapidly to the point that she couldn't react before she was fully submerged.
Word count: 316
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• I'll also like to mention that English isn't my first language so I apologize if there is any error in my writing.
- this was actually supposed to be posted ages ago so— sorry for the wait!
Intricate yourself upon the platter. Ravel and unravel before peering eyes. To seek and salvage what no use was done. To have and repent, give the choice to none but one.
Might have mentions of stalking, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, insinuation of addiction, unhealthy dependency, toxic dynamic, yandere themes, Murder, etc.
If you're uncomfortable with anything listed above, then I advise not to read further. If you wish to continue know that you've been warned.
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The waters were cold you know.
Floating like a weightless body above the vast of many, as they drifted further from what they'd once known. Their eyes face towards the stars, as it's light becomes an illusion that there is still life in them.
Mouths that were once fed were now jarred open; having water contaminated with their own blood inside. Their bodies were sunken and hallowed, no longer plump and full.
Clothes torn and ripped apart, having their naked bodies exposed as vultures ate away their once-soft skin.
They never wanted to rot away, not like this. They had a life cut out for them to follow, but the sea wanted them young. They wanted to see life but a barrel was met instead.
Their hands ached for the feeling of warmth, wanting something to hold onto for they didn't want to die alone. But even the nurses who played as mothers couldn't tie that desire.
They begged for air to course through their lungs; as there was no desire for heaving. They wanted to keep their blood warm, to have their stomachs full, to have the ability to run away.
But God wanted a show.
So they drifted further into the waters, rotting away from a time that was evitable. Being stuck in a cycle. A cycle that they had no voice in.
And the waters will pull them deeper. To swallow their existence as if they never lived.
But even then, when their body couldn't move, their flesh and bones used to feed when they themselves were hungry, their eyes forced to look at the freedom the stars have they still hoped that God would change his mind.
They begged inside the husk of their body to live.
They hoped that God wasn't so cruel to leave them here. Alone.
Although the sea was ready to pull them in the dark they wished for a few more seconds with the light. For they were afraid.
When the vultures gnawed on their skin; Its beak, although sharp, was painless. As their minds thought that if the vultures found them, then maybe a person would, too.
So they begged and begged, and begged, and begged until their consciousness slipped into the sea.
But hope was condescending.
Until someone grabbed their hand and pulled them to the docks.
Word Count: 390
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• I'll also like to mention that English isn't my first language so I apologize if there is any error in my writing.
- This may become a series if it receives positive feedback so do tell me if you like the direction it's going.
Might have mentions of stalking, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, insinuation of addiction, unhealthy dependency, toxic dynamic, yandere themes, Murder, etc.
If you're uncomfortable with anything listed above, then I advise not to read further. If you wish to continue know that you've been warned.
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Joey Drew had it all, fame and money. What more can anyone wish for? And yet, you were something he couldn't fully obtain.
Him being adjutant to having everything his corporate greed acts like second nature.
It fuels his heart, and you were a wonder splattered on a canvas. His cranium stuffed to the brim with this ideology of perfection made his mind project that you were indeed the same proposition, perfect.
Due to his character, he viewed you as a valuable asset to his company. Something he could tinker with and not get bored. And your skills, were a wonder to mankind.
Ultimately he decided to use you. As if you were a dire necessity to all of his plans. You feed him what he wants, money.
With such valuable work, he hovered wherever you went. He acted as an entity who'll loom in corners and fill your mind that it was a fever dream.
He had an iron grip on whatever you were up to. Taking control of your schedule and terminating plans the second it surfaces.
If by a mere second thought that you were gonna leave he'll throw you to the bottomless pits and take control of everything you do in his demented cycle.
Word Count: 208
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• I'll also like to mention that English isn't my first language so I apologize if there is any error in my writing.
— I didn't know how to flesh out his character, so my apologies if it's vague.
Might have mentions of stalking, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, insinuation of addiction, unhealthy dependency, toxic dynamic, yandere themes, Murder, etc.
If you're uncomfortable with anything listed above, then I advise not to read further. If you wish to continue know that you've been warned.
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ENA Dream bbq
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Was it the token? Was the game playing with her or was it the knob? The rules were presented but the knob won't work. The buttons laughed while the music coddled.
Irritation was an exoskeleton, and it wouldn't let her escape the game. The red velvet dazzled her senses, how can this music provide such feelings? Although she tried to continue the music was still present. Caressing her worries, soothing her stress, and steadying her movement.
With each step, the wash of tranquility hugged her instead of passing her. It didn't shove struggle. It provided help.
But the part of her that shun didn't want to admit it. Deluting herself, dragging the red with a leash.
And when the music was gone, the game felt empty. She didn't like solitary. And with it, the difficulty increased.
With each level she tried to pass the yearning for the music's comfort was undefeating. And with it, the leash of diluting loosened, and dysmorphia choked her. Heightening her worries, the stress, her movement of desperation.
She wanted the music, she wanted to breathe. The tasks of rules and quests of cruelty were too much.
And when the music touched her aching skin the game calmed. She liked the calmness it provided, so the leash was now nonexistent.
Her body craved it and it was fulfilled. The quests she completed felt like rewards when the sound of triumph and praises cleansed her ears.
So the conflict inside subsided. Her mind erasing the button to disable the music she yearns. For there was no need for the music to stop playing.
Word count: 266
• Hasn't been checked for grammar, nor has it been proofread.
• I'll also like to mention that English isn't my first language so I apologize if there is any error in my writing.
Might have mentions of stalking, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, insinuation of addiction, unhealthy dependency, toxic dynamic, yandere themes, Murder, etc.
If you're uncomfortable with anything listed above, then I advise not to read further. If you wish to continue know that you've been warned.
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ENA Series
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She didn't comprehend how this happened. Her world being in jeopardy of its own was strange when the heavenly realm opened its gates. It was a gamble she didn't know she bet in but the reward was richening.
Her body was buzzing with desire, a delicacy she yearned for. What a wonder. When she looked away, her mind didn't make sense, but when she looked at the cherub, the glitches and static lessened. As if the air was a comfort.
Security. That's what it felt like. A security no limb showed but the Cherub's hand did. The warmth it radiated, she yearned for it. But, she hated when that warmth was shared.
When she entered the carousel it was steady, as steady as it can on a rocky road. With each tamper, she dreaded the upcoming. She didn't like the rocky road. It palpated indiscreetly that her unregistered heart panicked.
Haywire, the cherub made it go away. So her hand wanted it to stay. The plate of happiness was discreet; it wasn't begging out loud; it preferred the mines. But on the opposing plate, it cried out, it didn't want its tone under the veil. It wanted it to be known, to be seen.
The whole, broken but unwavering, begs the sun to stay. So the winds would stop howling and the rain would not drown her.
With a heart above the veil, with her damned soul on display, she'll ask for an opportunity. If you'll take her heart.
Word Count: 249
• Hasn't been checked for grammar, nor has it been proofread.
• I'll also like to mention that English isn't my first language so I apologize if there is any error in my writing.
Might have mentions of stalking, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, insinuation of addiction, unhealthy dependency, toxic dynamic, yandere themes, Murder, etc.
If you're uncomfortable with anything listed above, then I advise not to read further. If you wish to continue know that you've been warned.
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This was a normal occurrence for everyone. It should be easy but, why was I so afraid?
Why am I so afraid to fall in love?
I'd stare at the people around me wondering how was it so easy to express their devotion. Their innocence. Be vulnerable to someone that wasn't the mirror.
And I'm here. Standing like an idiot waiting for the cherub to descend from the haven.
I wonder and ponder as if I was a philosopher. Trying to decode the marvels of it's origin. And yet, it doesn't make me comprehend.
I try to grapple it. It doesn't work.
I try to feel it. It doesn't work.
I yearn for it. It doesn't work.
Everything I do, every time I think it through, the universe seems to be against me. Laughing at me. At my stupidity.
"What an idiot," I'll hear it say.
" can't even ge+t !:" friend?-quantenc- per—!-par&/tner", it'll say.
And yet I still want to know, want to learn. Want to understand. A yearn for the unattainable.
Word count: 175
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• I'll also like to mention that English isn't my first language so I apologize if there is any error in my writing.
Most people don't want authenticity, they want an act. Something they could stare at and marvel. They don't wish to fully comprehend, solely to admire.
Might have mentions of stalking, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, insinuation of addiction, unhealthy dependency, toxic dynamic, yandere themes, Murder, etc.
If you're uncomfortable with anything listed above, then I advise not to read further. If you wish to continue know that you've been warned.
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As much as I keep begging, that— voice. That sound. It resonates in me and I can't figure out if it's you or, a copy.
My eyes outline your body and when I try and reach you, you vanish as if you were a figment of my imagination.
I sometimes pretend that you're in front of me, truly listening. Filling my ears with the whistle of the air as if it was your voice.
But— my hands are aching.
Can you just stop vanishing into thin air and just stay with me!? I— I can't even—I. Please.
I want to— no, I need to feel you.
I turn every corner in search of you. Not a copy. I want you, in flesh and bones.
But, why is the world so dead set on keeping me from you? I've done no wrong, had I?
Word count: 144
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• I'll also like to mention that English isn't my first language so I apologize if there is any error in my writing.
I want to feel you. Every breath, every muscle, every vein. To feel your heartbeat in a continuum of mine is a delight I wish to feel.
Might have mentions of stalking, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, insinuation of addiction, unhealthy dependency, toxic dynamic, yandere themes, Murder, etc.
If you're uncomfortable with anything listed above, then I advise not to read further. If you wish to continue know that you've been warned.
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Iron City's air was as dense as a marsh. Polluted with smoke that frisks the air with its toxins. Invading the lungs with its bitter and suffocating pulp.
There was never a quiet night; a whistle, clanking of metal, the buzzing of motors.
A fitting name. To a town that never sleeps.
The light of the moon cascaded onto her letting her metallic body refract its purity. She looked over the railings with a twinkle in her eye. She'd already prolonged this event long enough. Finally adequate enough to proceed.
With a twist of her heel, she turned to lift the window being careful not to alert anyone. Once open, she peered in, her eyes scanning the room before landing on a blanketed form.
With one swift motion she entered, her eyes never leaving them. With each step, the pumping of her heart quickened.
She stopped before the bed frame, her body leaning forward to hover over the bed. Raising her hand her fingers clasping onto the blanket, carefully removing it to reveal the face she longed to see.
Letting go of the fabric, her hand subtly passed through your hair, her sensors finally able to pick up your touch.
Before, It was hard to recognize how you felt; plastic provided a barrier to feel you, and yet, with this new body, she still wanted more. A want to connect with yours sparked in her mind. To fuse with you. To feel your blood pump into her tubes was what she wished. Your flesh and blood, oh how it exhilarated her.
With each thought, her subtle touch pressured onto your head, waking you up in a frenzy. Your heart pumped in fear your eyes locking with hers.
Your mouth parted, wanting to scream for help but, not even a noise could escape as she quickly clasped her hands on your mouth.
Each muscle in your body wanted to shove her off of you. To keep her away from you. But it was useless. With each jerk of your body, she grounded you to the bed with enough force to prevent you from moving.
Your eyes filled with pure fear, already knowing that your defenseless body was not a match for a cyborg.
" the pain is only momentarily. Soon we'll be infused into one another."
She spoke, Her voice filled to the brim with madness sending shockwaves of fear through your body. Your ears couldn't even register that what she said was intended to comfort you. But comfort was only in her point of view, not yours.
Her body twitched as her sharpened fingers penetrated the skin on your neck.
All you could do was gargle a scream of pain, but in her mind, it was one of delight. Oh, how she anticipated this event.
Word Count: 464
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• I'll also like to mention that English isn't my first language so I apologize if there is any error in my writing.
PS: this piece is rushed, as is evident in the flow of the writing.
To wish upon one deems the other unworthy. A torture of reality mundane, to wish for more, seems cruel to reach fate.
To reach past the vast where closure resides, pass the threshold to the glorified lights. I wish for more than the cruel aspect of life for what divine rejects my pleas. What I want is what I preach, to give or take, fate proves what is mine should be taken.
For beggars can't be choosers and I can't let that choice be up to someone else.
PS: was initially going to make a small story of this poem I've made but decided against it. I doubted that anyone was gonna read the story, but instead of just scraping the whole ordeal, I still wanted to publish the poem.
If one wishes for me to come forth and make the story due tell me, and I'll be delighted to comply.
Might have mentions of stalking, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, unhealthy dependency, toxic dynamic, yandere themes, Murder, etc.
If you're uncomfortable with anything listed above, then I advise not to read further. If you wish to continue know that you've been warned.
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Where did you go?
The sun droplets cascaded the pits with an unwavering trickle. Its cold waters seeped into the sunroof and down to the floor where it resonated its tunes. It seemed to mimic the ticks a clock makes, which unnerved the woman who was hurdled in the corner.
Her Pupils shook, dilating at the sun's radiance. A harsh attempt to remember. The warmth, the color, the look. Maybe if she stared long enough the cracks on the wooden panels would disappear. Her breath was sharp and jagged, her mind filling with the differing truth. The way her heart wishes that your figure would replace the sun's presence.
She wanted to imagine that even the sun's rays were your arms holding her, comforting her.
Couldn't you stay?
She thought. Although it was a dying wish she still wanted it to be true. Her eyebrows furrowed knitting her expression into what she wished she wasn't feeling right now. A choked sob escaped her lips, but her hand quickly jolted upwards to prevent any more from escaping.
Her chest heaved, trying to, for at least a moment, breathe steadily. And yet she couldn't. No matter how hard she tries to.
Hair strands stuck to her forehead like glue residue. Her vision was so blurry the sun looked like a painting made by Vincent Van Gogh.
Her fingers ran through her hair as her breath quickened with each passing tick. Practically gasping for air as sobs kept escaping. Her face felt like a heavy rock that she couldn't lift from the ground. With a body sprawled on the ground like gelatin. Her heart palpitating alarmingly; in these moments, you would've been by her side to calm her down— but you weren't.
Why— why. why weren't you here?
She kept muttering, her mind in a frenzy. Although she tried to grapple with the thought of your warmth, this static in her mind prevented her from grounding herself. Her mind couldn't comprehend why you weren't here.
Please, I need you.
Her eyes ripped away from the sun before looking at her hand. Coated in blood. Your blood.
Her thumb traced the locket with a sense of want and care. She stared at it, its shape dilating, meshing, and smudging. Her lips quivered her face contouring further as she clutched the locket. " I'm sorry."
But no matter how sincere she could make it sound or how pathetic it can be she knew that a simple word couldn't fix it. " Come back, please. I didn't mean to. I— I need you."
She inched the locket to her lips, tasting the metallic blood that coated it.
"I'm sorry."
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Word count: 441
Hasn't been checked for grammar, nor has it been proofread.
I'll also like to mention that English isn't my first language so I apologize if there is any error in my writing.
