Could I request letter yarrow or zinnia of the yandere flower thing for Rappa? Though he seems more like a 'babe' and not 'darling' type akdjfsk -
Also lily for Overhaul would be SO fitting if you're interested in one for him 👀 thank you!!
cw: Yandere Themes, Mentions / Allusions to Violence / Past Violence, Injury / Injury Imagery, Possessive Behavior, Isolation / Allusions to Isolation, Hinted Kidnapping, Unhealthy Relationships, Uncomfortable Scenarios, General Dark Themes not Suitable for Immature Audiences, Gender-Neutral Reader — Read at your own discretion! 18+ Only!
author's note: This is my first request! I hope that you enjoy. It was fun attempting to write Rappa—I enjoyed it! I also did your request for Overhaul, but I will post that fic in a separate post. This was a prompt from "Yandere Prompts Flower Language" and can be found here . REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN—READ TAGS! I do not condone unhealthy behavior in any sense! This is strictly fiction! Do not force yourself to read if you're uncomfortable.
PROMPT: Yarrow (Healing): "Let me heal your wounds, darling."
word count: Approximately 1k.
His stare burns into you.
Even though that floppy mask covers his face, drenches his eyes, it’s like they’re present, ever watching. You’ve always kind of felt like that everlasting gaze would just follow you everywhere you go. It would lurk in the backdrop, golden eyes a syrupy mess that was too thick to swim through. But they’re hidden, so you’ll never be able to see what emotions are dancing around before him. All you can do is bare yourself to him, arms outstretched and turned upside down. The flat of your forearms seem to glisten with sweat, with tears, and you have to curl your bottom lip in to bite down.
“What’d ya do to yourself, doll?”
You don’t want to answer him. The truth will get you in trouble, but a lie will get you even more in trouble. There’s not an option that sounds nice, and you swear you see his knuckles turn white. They squint, brighter and brighter, rich diamonds that offer zero security. You wonder how long it’ll take for those diamonds to encrust the wall, to stud strange patterns with each thrust.
He’s waiting for an answer, but his patience isn’t safe.
“I—I… I fell down the stairs.”
That wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t the truth. No. What had happened was you managed to slip through the guards posted around this underground base. You had meticulously studied every little twist and all of the alcoves this place offered, tucked it away, and stewed on a plan to escape. Months, it had taken months, and you had finally concocted something that you believed would work. It would have. It would have, but that damn freak in the white lab coat had unlocked that hidden doorway to descend the stairs at the very same time you had begun to ascend. Panic had eaten you alive, electricity that had no ending, and you slipped. Crashing and falling, each right angle had cut into you in ways you’d never known before, rattling your bones, knocking your organs from the inside out. And you know he noticed you, but he hadn’t said a word at the time. But there’s an inkling inside of you that your tumble didn’t stay secret for long.
Kendou doesn’t like your answer.
His fists, clenched, begin to unfurl until they’re long tentacles, stretching, thick, and you’re afraid they’re going to wrap around your throat to snap your neck. He’s never truly hit you. He’s too chivalrous for that—but everyone has a threshold. Everyone has a specific amount of chemicals that can be tossed on the neurons of their brain, birthing through axons and receptors, clicking and clicking before they snap.
“That it? Ya ain’t got nothing else to tell me?”
That lab coat freak snitched on you. There’s fury and rage burning behind your teeth, but you can’t do anything. You can’t even grit your teeth, nothing, but it doesn’t stop the broiling. Why did that freak tell Kendou? The two of them never talk! You’ve never seen them interact. The only people you have ever seen Kendou interact with is that Tengai or the boss of this whole underground lair. You must be shaking, that’s why your vision starts tunneling. There’s no other explanation. You’re spinning, everything is, and you’re trying hard to make sure your feet don’t stumble and sway out from underneath you.
You shakily hum.
“N-No. Nothing at all.”
He’s going to ask why you were so close to the exit, that you know. There’s no excuse in the world that you could conjure that would explain that. Kendou knows that you know that. And now that you’ve failed, forever and ever, you’re sure things are never going to be the same. Whatever little freedoms and trust you’d garnered evaporated, completely gone, and there’s no rewinding that. Kendou is never letting you leave this room again—after all of your hard work. Frustration isn’t even a word that can fully encompass all of the vibrations in your muscles, brewing your marrow, making you so very conscious of your state of being. You’re alive, you can feel it, and you can feel all of the times Kendou’s palms have traced over your flesh, have brought you closer to him, have twisted the locks to your chains. This is it. You’re through.
Kendou exhales, and it’s almost a laugh.
“Right. ‘M not even gonna attempt to argue with you on this. Sit on the bed now, and get rid of all’a the clothes covering where you’re hurt.”
Even though you want to kick and scream, even though you want to throw yourself onto the floor and never move again, even though there are tears threatening to rain in your eyes—you acquiesce. Your legs are trembling whenever you take a step back, and you feel like you’re going to faint whenever you clumsily pivot around. Each thud of your bare foot is a gong in your heart, it makes you shake, makes you ripple like skipping stones in a pond, and you feel like you’re walking straight into your grave. How long will you have to live here? How long will this take? When will you be free? Will you ever be able to climb that stairwell to sanctity? Is there even a sanctity?
The bed takes you well whenever your body fumbles and collapses into an awkward sitting position. You stay there, and your whole body is quaking, and you wonder what Kendou’s going to do. Your hands can barely function, frozen stiff, arthritis a vying snake, but you do what you’re told. Each article of clothing weighs a million, but Kendou’s words weigh a billion.
Kendou’s gone and back in a flash, and he’s carrying what looks like a first aid kit. His fingers ensnare that little box, and you’re so very aware of how big and powerful he really is at this very moment. He sighs, and it’s pissed off, but he doesn’t do anything except speak through a low tone, whispering, hissing,
“Let me heal your wounds, babe. And once I’ve got ya all patched up, I’m going to remind you where you belong.”
An everlasting gaze, and you’re trapped right within its clutches.
Goodbye 2020; Happy New Year! This piece is my final one for this year, so I thought I'd take a moment to demonstrate the emotions of this year. It has been wild and absolutely horrendous at points, but now that I'm in therapy and the year of extreme hyperfixations approach, I think I feel a bit of excitement. This piece is forlorn, but sunny in hopes of good to come.
Also, I posted the art summary for this year, too! You can definitely see my improvements, I think, heehee.
Oh - The link to the art summary template is here.
this is VERY self indulgent but it might apply to some of you too so... imagine your f/o playing chess with you. your skill level doesn’t matter, they’re just happy to do something with you. that face you make when you’re thinking real hard staring at the board? your f/o thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world. no matter who wins you both enjoy yourselves :)
❗Because 2020 hates my guts,Emergency Commissions are open again❗
A quick doodle but if you can't read it,both of my parents have been laid off from their jobs indefinitely and I can't get a job due to COVID-19 absolutely destroying our local economy + I no longer have a car to take me to any job opportunities. If you can't comission rn PLEASE spread this around. We desperately need income for groceries and to be able to pay bills.
Comission Prices and rules remain the same:
Digital Art Prices:
Half Body Lineart: $3.00
Half Body Colored: $5.00
Full Body Line Art: $6.00
Full Body Colored: $9.00
Writing Prices:
500 words or less: $4.00
500-1000 words: $6.00
1000-2000 words: $8.00
Moodboard Prices:
One Moodboard is $3.00
✅ Will Do:
Oc/Canon
Oc/ Oc
Canon/Canon
Fluff
Angst
Nsfw
Kink
Furries
Robots
Poly
🚫Will not Do:
Pedo/Loli
Noncon
Abuse
Racism
Examples of art works:
Thank you so much to the people who have helped last time,sorry I have to make something like this again :( please reblog if you can
pixelskylines
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snowghoul
izzy806
