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Yandere Tokyo Revenger Headcanons (feat: Takemitchy, Hakkai, Naoto, Koko, Hinata, Angry, Yuzuha, Smiley, Hanma, Emma, Senju + everyone who has their own alphabet!)
What kind of Yandere are Bonten? (Figuring out the Types of Yandere Traits in Tokyo Revengers)
Heyy! I luv all of your yandere alphabet work 😭 cuz the characters are so on point and you take their past and traumas , weakness and strength in mind while writing them , your work are so well written I am not gonna pressure you or anything but if you don't mind can you do ayato kirishima from Tokyo ghoul yandere alphabet obviously if it's possible otherwise I am happy with your available works🥹🌺
Hey~
First of all thank you for your kind words, I really appreciate them!
Sorry for the long wait though! I actually sat down to start this shortly after the request came in but it really took a while to get here!
Hello..., I´m back... I have been busy. My studies have been actually picking up speed which means I´m either stressed or too tired to write anything.
But this was a request, that has been with me for a while and I still wanted to finish it.
Hope you will enjoy <3
Ayato Kirishima
Ayato is a deeply distrustful and jaded person. Someone who had to get used early to violent persecution and prejudices. He lost every last of his loved ones because of their perceived softness. Thus he fashioned himself into their opposite. Aggressive. Loud. Brash. Violent. Something, that can survive this cruel world without being hurt.
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
You noticed that he is careful. He watched you from a far, before finally approaching you. His voice is clipped – harsh words and a sharp tongue – but his care is insistent. More than once you reached for something only to notice that he had already laid it close to you.
He is there for you, and while he is not a gentle or kind man; he is a caring one. Though he is rude and aggressive, he makes sure that you won´t suffer while he is there. His hands are used to cruelty and he has fashioned himself into something approximating a monster, he still tries. Tries to be gentle.
It is just easier if you aren´t looking, aren´t aware of this terrible weakness he has for you.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
Blood is still dripping down his chin and he is breathing hard. You have curled yourself as far into the corner as you were able to, to avoid all the carnage. His kagune slowly feathers out again, not twisting as tightly over his body as before.
He stumbles over to you, every step squelching with blood. His wing gently covers you, as he drops to his knees in front of you. With a disgusting squelch gore drops to the floor, that has previously clung to him. The smell of blood and death is overwhelming, and you think you might vomit any second.
You can´t believe how these investigators could ever had thought you and him were of the same kind. Not with him looking like a vengeful angel towering over the scared mortal. His hands only smear blood over your face when he reaches out.
It mixes with your frightened tears.
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
"How do you expect to live on like this? Huh?" His voice is a snarl. His teeth are gnashed, and you can see how is body is running with tension. Desperately you try to hold your tears back; crying will only make it worse.
He hones in on every insecurity. His voice faintly ringing in your head. Weak. Pathetic. Defenceless. Unobservant. His words cut deep, and you know that they are supposed too. Especially the last one. Maybe you could have avoided Ayato had you been just a little bit more aware of what happened. If you had been capable of defending yourself, you would have never become prey.
But is too late for idle wishing. Especially now, when everything has already happened. Nothing there for you to change. Ayato has gone silent. His eyes tracking every minute movement of your face.
A satisfies sigh and a "Better" is all you hear before he leaves. Not a single tear on your face.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
His hands are as unescapable from as iron shackles, as they pull you along. He walks straight ahead, you are stumbling after him. Your arm wrenching painfully in its socket every time you stumble. Blood is still dripping down your face.
You don´t even notice when he pushes you through a door, only becoming aware again when he lets you go. He brushes past you and with relief you notice how his hands don´t linger on you. You barely take in what seems to be living room before shuffling over to the closest chair and gingerly lowering yourself.
With a wet splash something cold lands in your lap. „Here!“ His voice more bark than anything else. You look at the plastic bag that landed in your lap and through the blood rushing through your ears, you notice that it looks somewhat like raw meat.
„Need help to eat or what?“ He doesn´t wait for an answer before he is already at your side, ripping open the package and batting your hands away when you try to cover your mouth while simultaneously pushing him away.
He ignores your retching and simply covers your mouth as you are forced to chew.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
You snuffle in your sleep, he notes with faint amusement. No surge of anger follows which immediately tries to stomp out this fond feeling that slowly spreads through his chest. Not when you are like this. Unconscious and utterly unaware. Here he can hide the utter stupidity he engages with when it concerns you.
Without making a noise he falls down next to you. His hand hovers over your head for a moment, before he carefully strokes it away from your forehead. Looking at your face without any of it being hidden. With you like this, it´s almost easy. His voice is slow and steady. The rage that had made its home in him, barely there, as he narrates to you. His problems. His issue. And most importantly: His weakness. He whispers it you, trusting that you will keep this secret safe.
When you wake up, the only thing you will notice is that your blanket has been rucked up around you.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
His grin is wide and kind of mean. His teeth look far sharper than they should. Ayato didn´t even have the decency to look like you punching him had any effect on him at all. Instead, he simply swipes his tongue over his mouth and nods slowly. It would have been less frightening if he got angry, you faintly decide.
„Let´s do this then“, it´s nothing more than a mumble and yet it rings through the tense silence like a gunshot. At one he moves and you don´t even have time to shriek before he is on you.
The next few hours might be as well hell on earth. Everything aches, and even your bruises have developed bruises. You count yourself lucky that he hasn´t torn you apart in his sudden frenzy or cut at you.
Regret for even thinking about attacking him sweeps over you again, and as such you only accept his warning. Already knowing, that you will mull over it for a long time before attempting to fight him again.
„Next time you fight, I´ll make sure you will be able to protect yourself, got it?“
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
You freeze when suddenly something sinks deeply into the wall right next to you. Shifting your head to realize your suspicion is only confirmed. In some corner of your mind you are amused that you actually are able to accurately recognize a specific feather at this point.
„Get down there before I break your neck!“ With a sigh you simply let go off the edge of the window you just tried to pull yourself out of. He curses quite loudly, but just like you suspected you don´t go splash on the pavement.
Instead his arms wrap around you, as he threw himself out of the window after you to catch you. His grip is tight on you as he drags you back inside, scolding and cursing all the while under his breath. For a moment he looks like he would love nothing more but to shake some sense into you. His eye is twitching and his teeth gnash together.
With faint amusement that neighbours dread you quietly watch him, as he makes another escape attempt even more difficult.
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
You can´t tear your eyes away from the monster in front of you. His bloody hands still cradle your face, as the crease between his brows only grows deeper. A growl still reverberated inside his chest and his kagune slowly swayed. in front of you. Pulsing. The colours ever shifting.
So this is it. You swallow heavily. This is how you die. A ghoul – a man-eating monster – slaughtering his way through others simply to get to you. You had heard of certain ghouls having an overspecific palate. You never thought you would land on one them.
His eyes are feverish and he is all the more monstrous to you in his gentleness. His hands were shackles around your arms. His scolding feels like taunting. Every nickname that spills over his lips only another charade. His intentions for what you are to be for him stay unclear. The line between lover and meat blurs in his hands.
And isn´t it devastating that you don´t know which one you fear more?
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
Ayato has long given up dreaming about a possible future. And even looking at you, doesn´t change that. He is not like his weak father. Not like his pathetic sister. Clinging to hope and dreams, to safety and home. Things like that don´t exist for people like him. He doesn´t understand how they could never comprehend that either.
Instead he only thinks of today and tomorrow. Today you are still here. Tomorrow you might already been dead. And any dream he carefully glued together out of broken and sharp fractals will be shattered again.
But today you are still here. Alive. Breathing. With him. And that has to be enough.
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
„What do we have here?“ A heavy arm settles around your shoulders, as Ayato harshly pulls you back towards him. He is tense, staring straight ahead at the man who wouldn´t stop bothering you. Ignoring your every protest of No, I do have a boyfriend. Leave me alone and instead took it as an invitation be even more obnoxious.
Though, you can´t quite decide yet if you´re glad that Ayato is here or not. His grip on you slowly starts to hurt and you are sure that you will bruise there quickly. Then from one moment to the next it is over before it even could begin.
He is licking blood of his mouth and fingers and the man is no more. There is a ringing in your ears, as your vision goes blurry. You can faintly hear Ayato complaining while he wolfs down his meal. Gingerly you accept an eyeball when it is handed to you.
You don´t eat it. Why would you? Instead you hand it back to Ayato after he´s done. He´s luckily doesn´t comment on your eating habits again and simply pops it into his mouth. When you thank him it´s quiet – hesitant – and he simply scoffs at you while preening.
When he lectures you, you will not be able to listen.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
He is rough around the edges, you think. Though more bark than actual bite. While he is verbally aggressive – even towards you – his actions tend to tell a different story. You don´t point it out to him, when he protects you absent-mindedly from injuring yourself. He hates it. It always makes him bluster even more.
When you are together with other people, he doesn´t treat you any different. You would almost think that he acts distant. He takes great care to avoid painting any kind of target on your back. No one – and he makes sure that everyone will believe that who sees you two interacting – will get to him through you.
It is what keeps you safe.
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
He moves with you. His footsteps mirroring your own. He is a born predator and you are his natural prey. You haven´t even noticed yet, that the same guy appears in all the same places that you do; have not yet remembered his eyes or even caught his scent. You do not know him yet.
But he knows you.
He has watched you for hours, followed you where ever you went and slowly compiling the picture he has of you. He knows how you react to challenges, how you treat the people around you and how you react to boredom. There is much he hasn´t yet got the chance to know but he is sure that it wont terribly surprise him any more when he finds out.
When you vanish in the end no one knows why, except him and you.
Mask: Are their true colours drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
He sighs – glad to be by himself again. It was exhausting having to deal with the rest of his group; to deal with you. He knows that he shouldn´t complain; that he has chosen the very path he is taking now. Still, it is exhausting to always be alert, to snap at everything so he would never appear soft.
Now he can drop the mask. Can let his face contort into a besotted expression that almost feels unnatural to him – Maybe it is because he has to usually suppress each time he looks at you? – and reach out with shaking fingers to card them through your hair. It is difficult to be gentle and soft when it could bring death to his door if he ever lets anyone see.
But at this very moment he simply indulges in the fondness he feels for you.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
He is frowning but there is nothing of the explosive anger you had already expected from him. It is strange to see him like this. His eyes are cold and calculating and you know in that very moment that whatever happens next might become the worst thing that has ever happened to you.
He scrunches his nose in distaste when he notices how you shiver in fear in front of him, before a careful smile hushes across the face. His voice gentle and deliberate does nothing to alleviate your terror. "I have just the idea to ensure this will not happen again". Whatever follows is messy and very successful. Your world becomes pain and terror for as long as he needs.
You don´t remember much of what he did, but you certainly won´t be trying that again.
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
Ayato is controlling. You have realized that rather quickly. He chooses what you eat and when. Who you will meet, how you have to exercise. Every aspect of your life has been looked over by him first.
It doesn´t help that he is actually the only constant in your life anyway. Everyone else has left, and he takes good care of you. He wants to know you are as safe as you can be. As strong as you need to be to face life. He won´t coddle you. He doesn´t want to, but he will ensure that you can go on.
Somehow you know this.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
Ayato knows that he is short-tempered but he had thought – hoped – that he would have a little more patience with you. It seems though, as if the opposite is true. Maybe because he actually cares about you? No matter what it is, he flies off the handle even quicker than usual.
He doesn´t quite mean to shout, doesn´t mean to hold you that tightly – and yet: He does. Ayato shouts and growls. His teeth are gnashed together, as he desperately tries to pull something even resembling calm together. He fails.
You flinch away and his last strand of patience only frays even further.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
When he came back, you were long gone. He already suspected that you had left, your scent outside his home so much stronger than usual, and yet-
He howls. Anger and rage course through his veins. He always knew that something like this could happen – that it wasn´t some kind of impossibility. He knew, that there could come a time where he would return to an empty home. Faintly he wonders if you hesitated – if you had to convince yourself to pack your bags and run. He knows that it wouldn´t have changed a thing.
Like a man possessed he leaps towards the few meagre belongings you left behind. With a sick sense of pride he notes how the things that are still here are all something that would have slowed you down in the long run. You took what would help and discarded what would be useless. He taught you well, hasn´t he?
He sighs, his anger leaving as quickly as it came. It´s true, he taught you well. Gave you all the tool you will need to ensure your own continued your survival. He can´t fault you for that. He tidies up what he has left of you and decided to let you go.
Good luck love, he thinks but he also knows you won´t need it.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
Sometimes you watch him closely for any sign of guilt. But his face stays clear. He doesn´t flinch when you throw accusations at his face. Sometimes you even think he might be amused by your hope that one day he will be convinced to change his mind by guilt of all things. You have to remember that he´s a ghoul – one that is very much aware of how much guilt can be a death sentence.
He is amused, aggressive, placidly content. But guilty? Not one bit. You know that if you want him to let you go – to set you free again – you have to work harder than simply hope that guilt will make him change his mind.
Because he feels anything but guilty.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
Ayato would never admit it to you. But here. In the quiet. Only to himself: He knows why he clings to you like this. He knows that there are many reasons but among the most prevalent ones are his traumatic youth, always warring with the instincts of being a ghoul. It made him like this. Made him guard and keep close what is important to him and jealously fight off every contestant to what is his.
Not to mention the myriad of other issues he has. He knows he has them. There is still that voice in the back of his head, telling him how it was his fault, that his father died, that his sister suffered. Because he was too much of a burden. His reaction was to become angry, but now he can´t control it any more. Lashes out at everyone. He hates it and it only makes him angrier and this only makes the little voice louder.
He knows why he is like this. But you? He will sooner die than tell you this.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
He is watching you. Eyebrow raised. Lip curled in disgust. It feels good to release all of this pent up stress in this – what you can admit, at least to yourself – temper tantrum. You´re screaming and crying. Your voice straining.
For a moment you´re tempted to throw yourself onto the ground and hitting it like a toddler, but Ayato already looks far too annoyed for this to be safe. So you quiet down again.
„Finished?“ The question is acerbic but you just nod. Breathing a bit easier. A little more relieved. „Good!“ You don´t quite catch what he murmurs under his breath, but by the look on his face you don´t want to anyway.
It surely wasn´t anything nice.
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
Keeping you here – safe – was getting more difficult everyday. The situation was slowly getting worse. The doves were getting more aggressive and every time he turned around he felt like more strange ghouls were prowling through his territory. The world was out for blood. And he knew, you would be one of its victims soon enough.
In his mind there were two choices that he could make. Both are horrible, he knew that. He could either keep you with him forever; make sure that you and him became one. He could taste your blood and your fear and relish in the knowledge that a part of you would forever be stuck with him.
Or he could set you free. Chase you down into one of the safer districts were the smell of him could safely dissipate and no one would ever even think that you associated with a ghoul. A district where you would be safe from his kind and yours.
He hated both paths, but he knew he had to choose; and he did – a long time ago.
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
Ayato knows that he has a soft underbelly even if he doesn´t like to show it to you. On some days he is sure that he has revealed himself when he feels the need to be gentle without babying you. Soft but firm touches, his voice more gentle than usual, as he tries to rein in his worst impulses. It is hard and makes his teeth grit, but for that soft smile, the gentle laugh of yours – it seems almost worth it.
He knows he is being to soft, when he tries to make sure, that you are a bit more prepared for this world than you were before. A bit more aware of the danger surrounding you. Of what awaits someone weak, pathetic and soft. Ayato knows he is being soft, when he stops hounding you, when you stand shaking across from him. Already exhausted. Close to collapsing.
You think his aggression is his weakness, but he knows better. It´s his softness for you.
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
You´re holding tightly onto your shoulder. But no matter how much pressure you use, blood keeps seeping out between your fingers. Faintly you register, that Ayato stumbled back. When you look up, you can still see him licking his lips. Swallowing around nothing. His pupils are blown wide, as he stares unseeingly at you.
You choke out a pained moan and for some reason reach for the man who just took a bite out of you. You truly lost it now, haven´t you? All self-deprecating jokes aside though, Ayato reaches back for you. Cursing under his breath as he fumbled through helping you. He doesn´t even once apologize but his hands are far more gentle than usual when he wraps you up.
Another accident, but then: What did you expect?
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
You had realised rather quickly that there was very little that Ayato would regard with anything but rationality. Reverence was not something he was familiar with. Instead, he seemed to favour a cold rationality, if not his aggression was triggered first. As such, he treated you the same.
He was pragmatic, if not a bit volatile, most of the time. You would even claim that you could understand his point if you thought about it for a while. Because, even though the two of you had lived wildly different lives till now, his reasoning was always sound. It was a rare occurrence, that he would explain himself to you, though it undoubtedly was the fastest way to convince you of the course of action he chose.
Worship never crossed his mind, but instead only the calm reason of taking care of what is dear to him, to guard it closely.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
When he catches a whiff of his own smell on you, he grimaces. Fuck. He hadn´t even considered that before he started panting after you like a brain dead dog. Of course he would leave traces on your possessions if he constantly handled them. Of course his scent would commingle with your own if he always hung around you – no matter if you were aware of that or not!
He frowns as his mind races. What to do now? It will only be a matter of time before others will pick up the same thing and draw their own conclusions. Before a ghoul or dove will start sniffing through his territory. It won´t take long before you will face the consequences of his own stupidity and – looking at you – there isn´t any chance of you surviving them without his help.
So he takes matter into his own hands, before it will be too late. He is only assured in this decision, when he has to swoop in a few days later. Ensuring your survival and gently wiping blood off of your face.
He knows leaving you by yourself would only end in your death, and he really wants to avoid that.
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
You were different than usual. He hadn´t noticed at fist, but now he was sure. Something was wrong. Your eyes lacked a shine, a fire they had previously held. Now, it simply seemed gone. Your reactions were simply that – automatic with seemingly no thought behind them.
He didn´t try talking you out of this for long. A week? A month? At one point he couldn´t bear it any longer. You were already dead and gone. You would never be able to return to him any more. It was fast. He didn´t even notice that he was crying till he was finished. A part of you will forever be with you. More than just a memory.
He felt uncomfortably full, but knew he had to move soon. Ayato left nothing behind at the place where you finally died.
Hii so nice to meet you. I read a lot of your things, especially about my beloved Killua 💙 and I had a scenario pop up in my mind.
Gon gets with the other to the Butler Office and they see Killua again. They all have fun but Gotoh notices Killua looking at f/reader with so much love and adoration in his eyes, it can't be said it's just a little crush. Example: You start talking while Gon is talking? Then Gon needs to wait till your done talking.
I would like to know how Killua behaves around you after not seeing you so long. How does Gotoh react to that and when he tells it the rest of the family, how do they react to Killuas feelings.
[It got so long I'm sorry and englisch is not my native language.]
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Hiya!
The family reactions headcanons I published earlier were created because of a little detail in your request.
While it veers of wildly of what you requested, I think it might still be somewhat interesting to you.
Request: How would the Gotoh and the Butlers react to Killua having a crush? How would Killua behave? How would his family react to the news?
Oh dear! Not one reaction in sight, that won´t end with you receiving several quite concerning shovel talks – among other things.
Let´s build the scenario: You and Killua met at the other exam. Being in similar in age his interest in you was piqued, and for the rest of the exam Killua focused on both keeping close to you and Gon. The three of you became fast friends.
Though, when he went back home, something had changed. He knew that he never wanted to loose the friendship he could feel budding in his chest when he talked to Gon, but you invoked something quite different.
These emotions felt all-consuming. A shudder like electricity constantly racing over his skin whenever he thought of you. He was sure that everyone else must feel it too. Maybe a special ability of yours was making him feel this way?
When he saw that you travelled with the others to get him back, he couldn´t hide the embarrassed flush that painted his cheeks. Your grin was more subdued than Gons but still bright. You leaned into his space casually and for a moment his hands fluttered, unsure where to put them, before you pulled back again. Obviously, not noticing his indecisiveness.
All his attention is pulled towards you. Listening keenly to whatever else you might say. Carefully, trying to lean into your space without being caught. He is so focused on you that he doesn´t even realize that other people have started to figure out what is going on, what it is exactly what he is feeling at the moment.
Killua never even thought to ask. Gotoh and his family would have never told him regardless.
Gotoh:
He is suspicious of you. He does not trust a single word that is coming out of your mouth. He can not trust that you will not harm Killua
It is not even a conscious decision that he grabs the phone to inform the family of what he saw. That he bows his head to his Lady Kikyo while serving her and quietly whispers to her of your every movement
He watched you like a hawk
You are a danger to the young master, and he knows it!
Kikyo:
She is fuming. Her sweet innocent baby boy. Her entire pride and joy! Not only has he left the nest she has built him here, but he has also been bewitched?!
She mourns her son. She is violent and in disbelief. Her voice rings out in hysteric cries. This cannot be happening. Not right now. Not yet!
And the worst thing: She has no clue who you are. She doesn´t know if you are actually gonna be competent or the very best thing her darling could have. Quite frankly, she doubts you on both accounts
She turns to the rest of her family and if she will not receive any help or her beautiful boy prove to be so delightfully stubborn as always, she will make sure, that you will be the very best!
None of her children will suffer the indignity of loving someone who will not be absolutely perfect for them in each and every way they can! Trust her! Mama will take care of everything.
Silva:
His laughter is quiet when his wife brings him the news. Like father, like son, he supposes
He isn´t all too worried about what his heir is up to. Silva has recognized his own traits in his son for a long time now. He knows that Killua will always return to them
A Zoldyck is and always will be a Zoldyck. Killua has proven a long time ago, that he is one through and through.
And if he wants to bring a partner with him? Who is Silva to stop his son on this
They could a be a useless pretty thing. Nothing more than decoration. He wouldn´t care
Though he doubts his son chose someone to adore that couldn´t at least attempt to keep up with the family. Even if they will fail. It is not like his wife can keep up with the rest of them either
Though he is sure that she will take over his sons crush education, if Killua wants them to stay
Zeno:
„Well, it seems like the boy is growing up!“
He doesn´t care! He didn´t make a fuss when Silva came home someday clinging to Kikyo with a bright cheshire cat grin, he isn´t going to make a fuss now either
Sooner or later the boy had to start making his own decisions might as well be now
Illumi
He is suspicious of you. He does not trust any of his younger siblings to truly choose something that will be good for them. Especially Killua. He has always been so stubborn and Illumi is painfully aware of that fact
Gently twirling a needle across the back of his hand, he considers what he should do next
He does not think that he will manage to get between you and his brother. Killua will not allow it. You might be the weak link, but Killua might as well just pull you back into his orbit
Illumi considers his needle a moment longer. That would be an option. Sure.
He only wants what his best for his family after all
Milluki
He hears the news with a bored snort and turns back to whatever he was doing before
He can´t particularly say that he cares about that
It is with a tired sigh he starts looking for information of you, which he quickly hands over to his mother. He melts into the kiss that gets pressed to his head for this in appreciation by her.
Milluki also rather quickly hands it out, with a far more annoyed huff out to Illumi, who quietly thanks him, before gently scolding a few of his worst habits. Milluki brushes it off, though points out the more interesting facts about you for his brother in turn.
Kalluto
Kalluto watched their mother nearly loosing it over the news of you. They watched how worried Illumi became and how their father just quietly chortled and grandfather just fondly shook his head
They do not seem to have to worry about Killua, though they are more than curious.
Their older brother Milluki barely reacts when they slip into his room and instead simply pulls up, the security footage that shows your interaction with Killua for them. He lets it play on a smaller screen to the side, while he does his calculations and plays his game
They ask questions. They have many and Milluki always answers them.
Soon they will return to listen to mother again. Hear how she curses you out, as she tries to figure out what needs to be taught to you. But maybe they will slip towards dear Illumi first, wedge themselves into his side, as he gently cards his sharp pointed fingers through their hair or maybe they will throw themselves over father´s lap, as he regards them with tales on how he met mother
They wonder how they will interact with you soon
And this is the reaction of the Zoldyck family upon Killua finding a likely spouse. From curious to amused and worried, they tend to accept what it coming their way. The family tends to preserve happiness where it can and while they are all rough around the edges, it seems to be normal for them. They care deeply about each other and do try to keep the other safe in their own ways. This family loves each other deeply.
The more vicious of them, instead of thinking about how to get you out of the picture, simply ruminate on how to properly integrate you into their family. The rest is just curious how you will manage in the first place.
Can you do headcanons for Yandere! Illumi Zoldyck who has an s/o that overtime as she begins to lose her mind, she becomes extremely psychopathic and turns into an extremely evil, but very silent woman?
Hey while I didn´t fufil this request entirely, you can find what I tried to with that prompt here!
Yandere!Illumi Headcanons: S/O breaks under pressure
Request: „Can you do headcanons for Yandere! Illumi Zoldyck who has an s/o that overtime as she begins to lose her mind, she becomes extremely psychopathic and turns into an extremely evil, but very silent woman?“
Right! As always I do prefer to write a more gender-neutral partner and I will do so here as well!
You broke. He doesn´t know when it happened, cannot quite pinpoint the moment your expressions shuddered down for the last time, but looking at you now, he knows: You broke
Like a wraith you wander through the family home. Walking past his mother without even glancing her way. She ignores you too. On some days, you remind him of her. A more silent version of her, but still those cold, dead eyes. He knows he has them too.
Illumi does not worry about your mental state. It is nothing that he can´t work with. Though he is glad, that you do not try to leave the mountain any more. That you don´t put up more of a fight any more. He treats you the same he always has. Loving. Caring. Doting. The perfect husband. At least what he assumes that is.
Though he is careful to leave his younger siblings alone with you after the first time you suddenly scream and attack them. While you are certainly not capable to do them any harm, they are more than capable enough to render you to pieces. He would rather like avoid being made a widower so early into his life.
This would be the basics of Illumi in my opinion. No reaction, to very little. He can deal with those kind of mood swings very well. As we know his mother is certainly not very – let´s say: stable – either. He has a working relationship with Hisoka in canon, and seems to deal with his quirks well enough.
Because of that, the breaking of his partner into a more quiet and violent version of themselves, barely bothers him. He would adapt so much to avoid lethal harm to come over them, while still enjoying his marriage to them.
And even if it annoyed it. That could be quickly changed too:
It is easy for him. Twirling the needle through his long fingers, he takes a closer look at you. You have not even noticed him yet. And you won´t either, till he is finished.
His nen gently flares up as he imbues one of his smallest needle with his wants and directions for. His sharp fingertips gently part your hair, as he looks for a good spot. A smile grows on his face.
The tip of the needle sinks into your head and brain, as if your skull was merely made of butter. He can already see how his nen hooks its lethal claws into you. Warping your mind, as emotions flash over your sleeping face again.
This time you will not break so easily again. A small perk of his abilities for sure.
He already awaits with bathed breath the first flash of fear in your eyes, the first hesitant smile and the slow creeping terror when you realize how securely he protected you from now. Even from your own mind.
What a good husband he is to you!
See! He is an absolute menace of a manipulator. If he ever got bothered by anything: He would be able to change it. Efficiently and successfully! He, at no point whatsoever, is ever trapped in his circumstances.
He has all the power in this relationship no matter what happens to you! Your only saving grace is, that he kind of wants you. To bond with, to have this relationship with. So! He will try to avoid you breaking in the first place
If that doesn´t work out if you break regardless, he will deal with it. Either by being accommodating and being more careful with you. Or by returning you to your „factory settings“ before he ever influenced you. Removing the upsetting memories, so to say. It will bother him slightly, that he has to build up the relationship between the two of you again, but on the other hand he feels like he is so much better prepared now to really be what you need now!
And let´s be real: He is far more enduring than you are. He can play his part over and over again. He wants to be your husband. So let him be it!
This might be a bit late since your post about requests being open, so feel free to dismiss my ask if I'm too late to the party. 😅
Anyways I would like to ask for either some headcannons or a scenario (whichever you think is more fitting for the ask idm) for Yandere Sanzu Haruchiyo from Tokyo Revengers. Specifically the last final future timeline good ending.
I haven't really seen much writings for him in this future ver. So I'd like to know how you characterise him as, behaviour wise and all. Personally I wasn't a big fan of his career choice but I suppose it has grown on me.🤔 Characterization wise personally I just find it funny that even in the good timeline, Sanzu still has stalkerfan tendencies towards Mikey despite later becoming a online celeb influencer himself. idk dude seems just as impulsive with questionable morals 😓😓😓 So just wanna know your thoughts on this timeline ver of him and what he be getting up to. 🧐🧐🧐
Xoxoxo💕💕💕
I know your request was a long while ago but I completely forgot to link you!! Sorry, dear!
He has been in the works for quite a while now and spans roughly 8.5k as the wordcount...
I´ll be honest: There is a high possibility that some of you might discover some continuity issues with my writing this time, because while I tried to adjust and rewrite some parts, it was becoming and endless cycle and I´m simply ready to move on now.
I hope you enjoy Hypnos! (From the game Hades mixed together with slight greek myth inspiration)
Hypnos
A lonely god who rules over sleep and dreams, and ushers the death to their rightful places. Fingers spinning on their own as he gifts humanity a little paradise. Affectionate, while being pushed away. Loyal, to everyone he gifted a part of his soul to and unbelievably patient as soon as the right conditions have been met. A chthonic god of the old time against a lowly mortal. O he would worship them, if only they would promise to do the same. Let him lavish them in all the gifts he and his realm have to offer.
They will never leave him dreaming alone again.
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
Even though, it had become normal to him at this point, Hypnos could not deny how giddy he felt whenever you actually leaned into his touch. He was used to you simply slumping – courtesy of him putting you to sleep. But this! This was something entirely different. He pulls you even closer, trying to nuzzle at your hair, and sighs. This is the best thing ever!
You realize sooner or later that Hypnos always tries to have a hand on you. Touching your arm, holding onto your sleeve like a child, playing with your fingers. In some way, he is always touching you. On his moodier days, he will just grab you – around your waist, or clasping your arm tightening his hold whenever you try to wriggle away.
When he doesn´t play with you like that – distracted, making sure that you are still here – he has the the tendency to drape himself over you. Resting his chin on your head, while he hugs you closer to him. He and his cape completely dwarfing you. If you complain, he will instead pull you into his lap, daintily crossing his legs in the air, as he hovers and adjusting you. It´s nice. At least it can be.
He also leans against you. All the time. For such a wispy thing, he can actually be quite heavy. When you complain to him about it, he apologizes. But soon he will unbalance you instead. Pulling you in, for you to lean against him. You gave up at one point. Got used to your weight not being entirely carried by yourself. You will ignore how he blushes and giggles. What else can you do?
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
It is not the first time that you cried because of them – Hypnos knows that. Still, he will make sure that it will be the last time. Your sobs heaving through you, as anguish seems to roll over you. You nearly tear your blankets – desperate to find something you can hold onto – as you keep crying. Heaving. Breath short. Whimpering, as tears simply won´t stop falling.
Hypnos does not watch you suffer like this for long – even though you are still beautiful, even like this – before he offers his blessing to you. Your face goes slack, as your breath slows and your tears stop. Your dreams will be comforting and soft now.
They on the other hand will not feel nearly as safe as you do right now, when they find themselves in his domain. Hypnos is not a physical god. He does not enjoy the smell of blood or the feeling of it on his hands. Instead, he will do what he does best. He will let his victims dream.
Nightmares will haunt their every step. They won´t find any rest with him. His revenge is slow and careful. The dreams he haunts them, spun from their deepest fears, will send them reeling. Afraid to close their eyes. Avoiding him, even though they do not even know it is him they fear. He sends their hearts racing and their thoughts spinning. It will not take long before his brother will visit them after another frightful night.
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
His cadence is cute, sweet – it makes you sick. His grin only widens, when you glare at him. Hypnos words are casually cruel. Cutting through your confidence with ease, while they don´t even seem to take any effort out of him. Another cruel joke escapes him with a saccharine giggle and he waits. Expecting your response – you can´t tell if he waits for you to laugh or to cry. You try to give him neither.
He never stops. Whenever you fight the constant lethargy off that dogs your every step since you knew him, he mocks you for it. You fall harder and harder every time. His remarks grow sharper and his jokes become even more cruel. Taunting. Mocking. Unaware? You can´t tell.
Another taunt. Another condescending smirk. He belittles you. His grin as bright and sharp as always. His voice painfully cheerful. He doesn´t know, does he? His sharp grin, that widens when you flinch tells you otherwise.
When the next cruel joke on your expense lands, you respond. You laugh or cry. You can´t tell.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
It comes slowly, that is the only reason you don´t panic immediately. You don´t know that it is happening. But you feel exhausted, tired, drowsy, half-asleep. At this point, you couldn´t even panic any more even if you wanted. You are fast asleep before you can complain. Falling back into his arms – both metaphorical and quite literal – as he pulls you closer to him.
Hypnos hums slowly. He loves you like this. Completely under his command. Your sleep and your dreams are his domain – his to dole out, his to soothe you with. „Mine, mine, mine“ He sings it lowly to himself, giggling, even though he knows that no one can hear him.
He lets his hands wander while you sleep. Gently tracing your shape, slipping his fingers below your clothes. Caressing. Almost like a lover would – he is your husband after all. He ca not resist to press kisses upon your face and upon your mouth. For just a moment, he slips his tongue inside – allows himself to lick your teeth, before pulling away to lick and kiss his way down your neck. It is hard for him to pull away from you. Maybe next time.
When you awake again, you´re more annoyed with him than afraid. You grouse and curse, as you try to push him away. It is amusing to him, the face you pull when he cheerfully tells you „Sounds like someone needs a nap!“ You both know that he´s warning you.
It would be nice, wouldn´t it. For you to be always with him. It would be so easy too. Just a simple kiss, a little intent. O the wish alone would suffice for him to pull you under. Sleep Incarnate could keep you asleep forever. Your mind and body forever in his grasp under his guidance.
He tells you as much. You pale. He chuckles.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
He keeps prattling on. You have stopped actively listening to him a while ago. His words just white noise, that is soothing. You enjoy how his voice waivers and breaks. The high pitch and the shakiness. It´s ridiculous how sleepy, this voice can make you. You yawn, and let your body go completely limp. Your weight is easily caught by him. He is not surprised – only a slight giggle disturbs his voiced stream of consciousness – as he resumes flitting from one story to the next.
Hypnos is gentle as tucks you closer to him. His hands soft and fluttering around you, as spreads his cloak, tucking you into its folds, and letting himself melt closer to you. He gently cards his fingers through your hair. You sink deeper into him, into his capable hands, as he soothes you. Lazily beckons you to close your eyes and let him lead.
Though you wake with a start, when he suddenly goes quiet. When you look up at him, he is looking straight ahead. Looking at nothing. His eyes wildly flickering from side to side. Unseeing. Wide and glassy. It frightens you.
When he open his mouth again, his voice is slow. No inflection, that just leaps from word to word. There is nothing at all. He isn´t giddy. He isn´t playful. Just empty. He talks about how cold Nyx can be, about how his masters temper is easily roused. But mostly he talks about how cruel his twin is without even realizing.
You don´t even know, when you start to weep for him. Tears running down your cheeks, and you try to reach out for him, but before you´re even can he catches your hand. His smile is gentle and fragile. With a low coo Hypnos wipes the tears from your face, as he starts to babble again. Like nothing happened. He soothes you, with his voice, his emotions. Wild and cheery. And it works.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
The smile on his face is a tense thing. He knows that it wraps his face. It also tends to look more like an ugly wince, than a kind and understanding smile. You keep screaming. You have not even stopped in the last few minutes to breathe – or at least it seems so. Hypnos knows himself – and his own expressions – well enough, to be aware that he looks more delighted whenever the master of the house scolds him, than whatever his face is doing while you are screeching.
His patience for the noise is quickly dwindling, as he can´t bear it any longer. It finally snaps, when you try to move further away from him – trying to get to the entrance of his home while looking at him. Hypnos smile tightens and he raises an eyebrow. You ignore this silent warning of his, and keep moving. Still screaming. Still trying to fight something, you never had a chance of winning.
With a tired sigh, he flicks his fingers in your direction. Hypnos knows his work, and its no challenge for him to pull you under. To subdue you and quench your anger. You look surprised at this. Eyes wide. Terrified. Terror rolls of you in waves, before you suddenly grow lax. He does not put any effort into catching you. Letting you drop on a bed of poppies.
His hands are already weaving. Pulling together strands, that will teach this lesson he wants to impart on you. Freedom – away from him: That is a dream he will not let you have. Under his hands it will become your worst nightmare. Hypnos is willing – and more than capable – to stomp out this hope, before it can even develop. He knows he is.
He looks up. Absentminded counting the cracks on the ceiling, before he hefts you up to lay you to rest among the pile of pillows that makes up his bed. He hates this fight with you. Hates the way you whimper in your sleep. Hates the way you shiver and pant. Terrified. Plagued by a nightmare.
But he can not deny that he loves the way you reach for him. Hypnos lets himself be pulled in. Intertwining his fingers with yours. His dreams hard at work to ensure, that you fighting him, will never happen again.
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
He sees you how try to run from him again. Try to slip past him, as he tends to his duties. His back turned to you. Hypnos loudly clicks his tongue and you freeze. For a moment you are still, staring at him like a caught rabbit. He simply waves his hand, asking you to come to him, as he softly starts to explain his work.
You are shaking – obvious in your fear. He ignores it. It will fade. „You know, you don´t have to be my partner, my spouse, my equal.“ He also ignores how hopeful you suddenly look. „The way you act, it seems you merely want to be my lover. Mine to hunt down and play with until you break“ The hope on your face is gone – Hypnos notes, faintly amused.
He does not really listen as you try to verbally backtrack. He knows how to nod along and hum in all the right places. „I can treat you like my lover. Gift you eternal sleep. Forever under my domain.“ Hypnos stops to look at you „Or you could stop trying to run from me, and let me be your husband. Devoted to you.“ His grin is not nice, he knows. Too sharp. „Your decision!“
You are awfully pale, but he does not mind, as you come to stand beside him to watch him work.
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
Pink poppies started to haunt your every step. It took you a while, but when the realization kicked in, so did your fear. This is the work a god. You know it is. It´s something cute. Something that brings you joy, which tells you that this isn´t the anger of a god. It is something so much worse.
It´s a god who adores you. A god that fell in love with you. And it scares you. It terrifies you. You know what usually happens to the mortals that the gods adore. Not heroes but mortals like you. Someone completely insignificant except for the god they unknowingly enticed. People like you were assaulted, stolen and killed. The love of a god is something to fear.
You don´t know where you can hide, to where you can run. You don´t even know who you would be running from. Though the poppies and the lethargy, that just won´t leave you – the drowsiness you can´t get rid of – clue you in.
He is relentless, when he shows himself to you. Ashen skin and golden eyes. Undeniably chthonic and hovering – just there. Wild white curls fluttering, even though there is no breeze. Still something carries his voice across to you, nothing more than a whisper „I love you“.
It´s a dream. You know, that he is not really with you, but you are in his domain anyway. Everything is hazy, fleeting, and he is there. He haunts you every time you close your eyes. And you know he won´t leave. He won´t let you be.
The smell of poppies surrounds you when you wake. Beckoning you back into his arms, but you fight it. Pull yourself out of bed, even though your bones feel heavy. You stumble and sway, and it isn´t long, that you can refuse his call. You sleep.
The next time you wake, the smell of poppies is not the only thing that surrounds you. You are bedded upon them, and when you right yourself, for once you don´t feel tired. An ashen hand sneaks around you and pulls you back down. When you turn, you only see golden eyes. His voice wavers, his inflection is strange.
„You and me, beloved. For an eternity“ Your stomach drops. The hand that patted your cheek is undeniably clawed. You suddenly know why he is the twin of death. You want to wake up, but know that this god in front of you has not caught you in his domain – just in his home. You are already awake. And he smiles at you – sharp and sweet – and you are terrified.
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
Whenever Hypnos thinks of the future it is nothing more than a fleeting dream. He can never quite catch more than a faint impression, before it flees his hands again. His sister do not like it, when he comes around asking questions, when they have not called for him. He knows this, and yet he still weaves himself a dream, and they sigh, but use his threads regardless. He knows. He can feel it.
Hypnos longs to feel connected to someone. He wants to hold someone. Brush against another's hand absentminded. Kisses soft as a butterfly´s wing exchanged. Whispers and sighs wafting through the air like secrets. With you, he knows he found that someone. To sit next to, to adore. Simply being with you, as time passes.
When you slip into one of his dreams, he wants to be the one to hold your hand. Hypnos never wants you to feel lonely, when you travel through the lands he built for you. He wants to guide you, and to feel your hand in his own, when he follows you into your dreams. Never alone. Always traversing his domain, his lands, together. Reassured. Belonging.
He wants to hold you tightly. Weave another dream, with your voice whispering into his ears. Hypnos for the first time, in what feels like eternity, has found something that can be solely his and he wants to keep you and be kept by you. An unit. Inseparable. Hold and be held.
That is all, he asked of his sisters and with you, they have delivered him this gift.
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
Hypnos watches you. Some part of him is always tuned in to you. Keeping watch. You are o so fragile. Terribly mortal. And so he looks out for you. Clings to you – calls out for you – so he can stay with you.
No one approaches you. Not with the way you look. Sick, tired – deep purple marks have made their home around your eyes. But sometimes he will catch the edge of a fleeting dream from you.
About that shepherds boy with the bright smile, about that bakers daughter with the beautiful voice. His smile isn´t that bright when it slowly turns brittle, as he starts to jump at every little shadow. Her voice isn´t that beautiful, when it shakes with heaviness, breaking every time she opens her mouth.
They beg him for help. He doesn´t. You don´t notice – or he rather hopes – you don´t care. No mortal will match him. He knows, as he clamours for your next fleeting dream. Letting their smile become sharper like his. Their skin paler like his. Their voice closer to his own.
When he brings you home on the other hand, he guards you fiercely. Hypnos snaps at his brothers to stay far away. He is your newly wedded husband, and he will make sure that you can get used to everything in peace – or so help him! It is his job as your spouse to take care of you, and for him that includes making sure that you fall in love with him.
Hypnos can´t deal with these distractions on top of everything else going on. While he doubts you would fall for Charon – considering that only few people can actually understand him – Thanatos is a whole other problem. He will have to exercise his patience to meet you, because Hypnos won´t relent. He was far too often second choice to his twin. He will make sure that this won´t happen with you!
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
Hypnos has draped himself over you again. He is not really heavy, especially considering his size. At least not at the moment. You know that he is levitating again. Taking care to support most of his weight by himself so that he doesn´t burden you too badly. After all you collapsed under him more than once already.
He is babbling non-sense. Jumping from one topic to the next, without any sense. At least it seems that way to you. Maybe there is some sort of connection for him. If he wasn´t sounding so chipper, you would have thought that he was sleep talking. This also wouldn´t be the first time that it happened.
But something about the way he clings, the way some of his comments sting make you believe that he is wide awake. His smile hides something sinister. Something – you are pretty sure at least – you would have never noticed, if he hadn´t outright threatened you several times by now.
He stops again. One of his pauses, that seem to linger. They allow heavy and dreadful thoughts to creep into your mind again. The quiet gives you too much time to contemplate, you fear. Quietly, you stroke his arm that has been laid across your chest. Hypnos lets out a confused grunt, before he stutters back to talking.
An awfully mean quip about one of his brothers, startles a laugh out of you. You will never learn to expect these. The longer Hypnos chatters on, the more settled you become. When you slip into dreams, his voice slowly putters out, before he finally grows quiet.
You don´t hear the tired sigh, or feel the grin he presses to your neck. Only silence surrounds you, blanketing you both, as he relishes in the quiet.
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
Hypnos starts with what he knows best. He shows you his most important craft – his beautiful domain. He courts you with the dreams he starts to fashion for you. Every single one hand-picked by the one who weaves them in the first place. He doesn´t leave anything to chance or your own imagination any more.
He builds you palaces, stories, and worlds. Delighted by your laughter and the way your eyes glow with emotion. He is careful and yet ruthless. He knows your every desire. Your dreams crafted to fulfil them. He fulfils them, and it couldn´t be more satisfying.
When you crave a lover in your dreams, he will gladly offer himself. Kissing you, loving you – that is no hardship for him. When you crave someone to confide in, he will lend his ear. Listening attentively, keeping your secrets close to his chest. When you crave someone who could be the other half of your soul, well, he is already there.
When you wake up, there is a bright red poppy laying next to you. The wind must have carried inside, you think, as you simply sweep it up. Not even thinking twice about it. Or that the window was closed when you fell asleep.
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
It´s the warmth of his smile that lures people in. The grin that he practised in front of the mirror without anyone knowing. The quilt around his shoulders that lets people assume that he is a lot shorter than he actually his. He towers over most people, but laid back into his quilted coat that hardly seems to be the case.
Even you fell into that trap. You forgot the ache in your neck from looking up at him, when you saw how small and soft he looked tucked into the same blanket he carefully tucks around you.
His hands move in the same lazy manner when he weaves. It doesn´t matter what he is weaving. A pleasant stroll through the gardens. A prophetic dream. A gift from a god. A chase, that ends with a monster rendering you limb from limb. You can never tell, what he is creating. His hands always move in the same manner.
Mild-mannered is what you would call Hypnos, if you hadn´t seen how his face sometimes tightens. A cruel glint to his eyes that he waves away. You also dismissed it. It didn´t fit his lackadaisical manner in the first place.
His voice wavers, while he moves in a rather sedated manner. He doesn´t need to run. Hypnos never needed to chase after the ones he wants to hurt. He simply has to wait. Sooner or later, they will yield to his tender mercy anyway. In dreams, it is always a challenge to defend, to attack. Whatever he wants to happen, will happen.
He is sharp and ruthless. Full of edges that cut. Hypnos is more than aware of this. He covers his sharp edges with a vapid smile and a wavering voice. With jokes and quips, that let others simply roll their eyes at him. He hides in a quilted cloak, and lazy movements.
But Hypnos weaved every single dream, that was delivered. Every one of them.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
You would have never thought you would find yourself in a situation like this. A chthonic god turning the corner, the red skirt of his whipping around, and he floats away in a frenzy. The shout that had ended your one-sided screaming match with him, still echoing in your ears. I wish you would leave me alone! You never thought, he would actually turn around and leave. You stare at the spot where he had been. He had simply puffed up. His golden eyes swimming with tears, turned around and left. You shake your head slowly.
In the end, you don´t even notice it at first. Hours pass and you don´t even feel drowsy – something that hasn´t happened in what feels like ages. For once you truly feel awake. But then more time passes. Your awake for one day – then two. On the third you already regret it all. You hear voices that aren´t there, see shapes that don´t make any sense. The waking world slowly turns into a living breathing nightmare to you.
And then it hits you. He left you alone. He pulled away from you in all forms. He followed your wish. It doesn´t elate you this time. It takes surprisingly little, before you kneel at his feet – head pressed to the ground. The third day hasn´t even ended. You beg him to soothe you, to bless you. You beg him for his blessing – like the god he is and the mortal you are. You´re crying.
When a gentle hand pets your hair, you look up. Weeping. You came here kneeling like his worshipper. In your moment of need you turned towards him with tears in your eyes and he just smiled at your apologies – at your begging. He pulls you gently up by your arms. Lowers you into his lap, as he reclines in the air, and simply presses a soft kiss upon your brow, as you collapse.
You ignore his grin, as you finally are allowed to sleep again.
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
He is weaving again. Twisting his fingers through the air, as dreams slowly come to life under his careful eyes. You watch him and with a faint terror, one that accompanies you for a long time, you realize that some of these shapes seem almost familiar. Like you should know them by now.
His voice is soft, while his grin and eyes are sharp – just for a moment but long enough for you to notice. He whispers as he explains your dreams to you. Twisting the threat of them through his fingers, curling it around his own. Your sleeping mind nothing more than a breakable string in his hands. It belongs to him. You can see it clearly and for a just moment he lets you know it too.
You consider raging against him. But his eyes flash cruelly towards you. And his voice turns into a hiss as he reminds you what lays outside his home. You can hear the river Lethe ringing in your ears, when he shuffles over to you. Drops down on his knees and pulls you down with him.
He hugs you close and nuzzles into your hair before his hands go back to his work and he soothes you with his drowsy voice, simply mumbling about the dead he shepherded into their places. Your dreams spin around his fingers as he keeps weaving and you know that there will no way to escape. Not in death. And not in sleep.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
Hypnos watched quietly as you laid your head down. His dreams – all his little gifts to you – slowly sinking into your mind, as you loose yourself in his grasp. He sighs happily. Burrows down deeper in his cape as he simply looks at you.
The gentle rise of your chest. The quiet snuffling and stuttering of your voice. The way your limbs suddenly spasm every now and again. The twisting and shuffling. The beating of your heart – undeniably loud in his ears – that beats a heavy rhythm. One that he cannot deny brings you closer to death with every beat.
He shudders, his face wet with tears – he does not know when he started to cry – as he scrambles towards you. Your heavy heart still beats a heavy rhythm. His hand snatch you, his fingers nearly burrowing into you. You nearly wake – his dreams dissipating – before he wraps new strings into your mind and simply pulls.
You fall with him. The smell of poppies everywhere, as he slowly calms again. He sighs for a moment – annoyed with himself – before he simply tucks you into his blankets. He hums when he throws his coat over you. Floating in his space, he simply resumes to watch you, and suddenly the beating of your heart does not seem that heavy any more. But why would it? You are already in the underworld now.
And Hypnos? He has all the time he could ever need now to watch you – to guard and love you – as you twist around again. Still dreaming peacefully, having now woken once.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
You consider killing yourself – either drinking one of Hypnos opiates so that your body had to give out or trying to drown you in the river outside – but the way he simply watches you, stops you. There is no urgency to him – not that there ever truly is – but he seems calm. His smile amused.
He stretches slowly reaching for a bottle and holding out it for you. He waves it slightly towards you, „My strongest. A drop mixed into wine is enough to sedate a group of men.“ It´s obvious to both of you, that drinking this undiluted would kill you. Quickly. Maybe even painless. His grin only widens. You look away.
It´s not like death would save you from him either. No, you only would be stuck in the underworld even more securely. Maybe you will find the courage to make the journey back above one day. Maybe one of the gods will take mercy on you and send some great hero to save you from this place. Unlikely. But it´s a possibility.
Death would only turn you into another shade and you doubt that this god would act any differently around you. No, you are pretty sure, that Hypnos would simply continue with his routine of fussing over you, as if nothing had happened.
You sigh. Tired. You observe your husband in his weaving. Dreams fluttering around his fingers, as he slowly breathes life into them. Shaping them. It gives you a headache trying to figure out what exactly he is doing, when he makes his dreams. It doesn´t resemble any craft you saw above. But it seems to take some concentration.
Quickly and quietly you stand up. Now or never, you think to yourself. The poppies covering the cave floor mute your steps, as you near the way out. The questioning hum, tells you that you drew his attention. But when you break out into a run, something already hits you in the back. For him, it only took a flick of his fingers to catch you in one of his dreams. You stumble back. So, so tired. But as you fall, strong arms catch you, as he lowers you back to the bed of poppies.
It surprises you, that you don´t fall immediately into sleep. Instead your mind putters around the edges of awareness, as he starts to pet you. „You know“, the laughter is barely hidden in his voice, „no one will come for you.“ He sighs. „Though mother wants to meet you. She wants to meet the one, that makes her son so happy, she said“ Hypnos leans down to kiss you. Sweet and short. But he lingers.
„I´m trying so hard. They won´t help you. I have done everything to make sure of it, you know? My brother and Lord Hades value a diligent worker, so I became one and credited you for this change. My mother wanted a dutiful son. You made me one, didn´t you?“ He kisses you again. „Mother Nyx says so. Not even Lord Zeus would fight her, you know?“ Hypnos giggles. Delighted. Amused.
You know that he won. The next time, he presses a kiss to your lips, you try to reciprocate. Sleep claims you, before you can figure out what this glean in his eyes means now.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
Sometimes Hypnos looks at you and wonders if he should feel guilty for stealing you, but then he sees you smile in your sleep and the thought vanishes again. He can´t feel guilty for what he did. Not when he was rewarded so generously. Every day with you feels like a gift to him.
It makes him wonder, if this is what his sisters had planned for him all along. He doesn´t know what the string looks like they have spun for you. If you were destined to suffer or live a long and happy life. It doesn´t matter any more. He won´t let it.
On the other hand, it could also be that his sisters had spun your thread for him alone. That the fates had put you into his path. A present for their brother. He chuckles to himself. As if! They would never care about him like that. To spin such perfection solely for him.
He keeps pondering your fate for a while longer but gives up all soon. Hypnos doesn´t really care. It´s not part of his domains, nor part of his job. Who truly knows what your fate was? His sisters. Obviously. But considering they haven´t started angrily knocking at his door yet, demanding that you will be returned to the surface, it doesn´t matter.
He sighs content to watch you for a while longer. It truly seems that you were the one for him after all. Lazily spinning dreams between his fingers, before he blows them away. He knows they will arrive, where they are needed.
How could he ever feel guilty about this? This peace. This quiet love. He could never.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
He is alone. But that is nothing new. At first, only denied affection by his mother. Then his brothers followed, and at last the rest of the underworld. Hypnos is used to sleep away his day, to throw himself fully into his realm and into his work. Strands of dreams twirling across his fingers, as he gently guides shade after shade – poor dead souls caught in eternal sleep – towards their places.
Of course he watched your dream. He weaved, knitted and knotted them together for you. Just like he does for everyone. The sudden emotions that came over him – he won´t blame anyone for them, least of all Eros. He is sure, that they came from his own mind. After all, he always adored affection itself, so how was he supposed to refuse, when it sparked in his own chest. And of course he needed you then, couldn´t bear to see you fall into the hands of one of his brothers, who had already deserted him. Couldn´t refuse the call – the want to steal you away.
He adores you. Hypnos wants to endear himself to you, and now he has all the time he could ever need. He wants to watch you, reside by your side, guard you when you are at your most vulnerable. You just have to be together. That is all it will take. He wants for you to soothe his fears and if you do? He would do anything you could ever want for you. Tend to your every need. Spin the nicest dreams.
It is so very little that he demands from you, so why don´t you just stop fighting for now. Simply close your eyes, and dream a little dream. He made it. Just for you.
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
He is watching, hands uselessly fluttering around, as he wonders if he should try to touch you right now. You are heaving. Sobs shaking through your entire body as you start keening. Your voice breaking, as you mourn something that can never be returned to you.
Hypnos still dithers on the spot. One hesitant step forwards, only to move back again when you glare at him with wet eyes. When your gaze lowers again, he can feel himself relaxing. He had not even realized that he was afraid right now.
His fingers twist and almost unconsciously he started weaving. He hates that he is the cause of your tears, but looking down at the strings he sees a solution putting itself together. His twisting becomes more purposeful, as he silently watches you. You are too busy to notice anything, but the way your chest contracts with another pained gasp.
Your worries will be soothed with another spin, another flick. He always could craft dreams quickly. It will be a gift to you. Something to soothe. Something to charm you. To take your mind away from grief and lead it back into comfort. To make you forget.
And when you sleep you can simply rely on him. He will be the one that tends to you. He will. He will. Promise.
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
Hypnos is fussing. He knows it. You know it. The shades outside the cave know it! No matter what he does, he just can´t keep his hands still. You still haven´t awoken yet, after he brought you here. Another curious shade pokes its head into his home, but flinches back when he growls. You´re not hurt. He knows this. He feels how your mind is just peacefully settled between the palms of his hands. You´re just not ready to wake up yet.
It makes him nervous. What could keep your mind so busy? Maybe something went wrong after all, and he just doesn´t know it. In his anxiety he starts to fluff up the blankets surrounding you again. It´s supposed to be something simply to keep his hands busy.
He wonders if he should indulge in some of his opiates to calm down his irritated nerves as well. But it doesn´t work. He is still a nervous wreck. Later he will learn that it will take centuries for him to calm down around you. In that time, he will flutter around. Hands never staying still, as he fusses with your clothes and absentminded grooms your hair, pulling knots out with lazy fingers.
Hypnos will prove to himself that is far more patient than he ever thought, when he burdens your abuse – a retaliation against him that no one can or should shame you for or they will have to fight him – with an understanding nod and gentle words. Your nerves are shot and you are usually even more uncertain and jittery than he is. He knows though, that his nerves are just from him never having someone, from the novelty of this relationship – yours on the other hand are from terror. It makes him gentle.
He will stay nervous, when he introduces you to his family. He is proud to claim you as his spouse, and it brings him joy to play the role of a caring and soft husband for you. He treats you like the young spouse – compared to him – that you are. He is patient with you, even under the added stress of carrying the burden of introducing you to them.
He whispers jokes and reassurances into your ear, when you flinch away from Thanatos cold eyes. You try to find the usual comfort in him, like he planned, and he gives it to you. He holds you up, when you face Nyx, even though his own knees feel weak around her. Softly, he translates, when you can´t understand Charon. „Must be hard to be suddenly married into a family like this, huh? Hah! I can tell you it´s not fun!“ It´s a whisper, like a secret he can only share with you.
You stay close to him because you know that he never had been anything but gentle. Hypnos makes sure that his movements stay slow around you. Terribly obvious. He desperately tries to not startle around you. Keeping himself slow and sleepy, no matter what happens. Even if you try to run from him, he will simply flick his fingers out to catch you in his dreams, instead of bodily throwing you down.
In your dreams he keeps courting you with beautiful crafted dreams. In your waking world he still carters to your every whim. He makes himself into something caring, as he tends to you. Hypnos becomes truly soothing to you – he had never been allowed to be. Always soothing, till you have no choice but to fall for him again and again.
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
There is no way out of the underworld once you are there. You know this with an unwavering certainty, as you look around the cave you woke up in. Very few heroes ever managed to make the journey back to the surface. Absentminded you pat some of the poppies that made up your bed back down. You won´t delude yourself; You are not one of them. Could never be one of them. This is a not story where the hero returns back to his weeping mother.
For a moment you wonder, if you could have avoided this fate, if only you had been more cautious while he approached you. But you didn´t know. You didn´t recognize the man that seemed to appear in every last dream of you as a god. Didn´t recognize the poppies that always bloomed around you for what they were. The danger, they truly presented. You just adored their colours. You never even thought of running.
And now that you are here, you will never have the chance to run ever again. A distant humming slowly grows louder. You heard it before. In your dreams. It isn´t long before the man of your dreams comes to a standstill in front of you. He crouches down, his feet only now touching the ground to look at you. A red sleep mask keeps his white curls in check, and the scent of poppies only grows stronger when he reaches for you.
„Did you sleep well, love?“ The pitch of his voice is more familiar to you than you would have liked. His smile is sharp, as his lazily track your every movement. You know this man. You also know what he wants. After all, a lot of your recent dreams featured this particular man as your lover.
So you simply smile at him, lean into his touch, and agree with him. His smile only brightens, as he presses a simple kiss to your brow and sighs „I´m glad“ against your skin. He continues unprompted „Whatever you desire, tell me, and it shall be yours. Just stay here. With me. That is all I want“
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
Hypnos is a rather laid-back guy. At least he thinks so. He never severely curses someone and whenever he does put someone to sleep against their will it had been to help another person. So, he would say, that he is a rather gentle god. He doesn´t enjoy bloody vengeance and doesn´t dole out more than a few bad dreams, when he is bad-mouthed by mortals.
It doesn´t even concur to him, you think, that he slowly drives you insane whenever he pouts. He pulls away from you. Unwilling to entertain you and bless you with his gifts. It means for you that you are not able to sleep. No matter what you try. You whimper, as your mind continues playing tricks on you. Your body close to giving out. Everything in you screams to rest, but Hypnos still pouts. You know that you can´t hold out much longer, so you try to appease him.
The dreams that haunt you when you finally convince him to kiss you, are horrible. They make you far too aware that no matter how cuddly and soft Hypnos appears to you that he is still the god of sleep. That he is still god that half of your life belonged to, when you were mortal. Now, your whole life belongs to him.
You wake up sobbing, reaching out for the only one that can help you. Hypnos indulges you like always. Draws you closer to him, as he wraps his coat around the both of you. Compared to your nightmares – which only show you what kind of horrors he could inflict upon you with ease – this is almost nice.
It´s no hardship to kiss his cheek and lean against him more heavily. Especially with how delighted he giggles afterwards. Appeased for now.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
Even before Hypnos made the conscious decision to steal you away from your mortal life, he had already started to carve out a place for you at his side. He pulled some of his more playful and sentient dreams aside, and whispered to them about his future spouse. When he saw his brothers again, he carefully mentioned your name in relation to his. It was with a new bravery he stepped into his mothers path to give her the news of his marriage.
Hypnos makes sure that you are already known to the people – to the gods – that surround him. He sends out dreams to mortals of you at his side. It will be the reason that people will depict you with him on vases and in poems. Everyone that comes into contact with him, will soon know of his love to you. It´s a whisper full of love that he will gift to you, that will be the cause of something far greater.
As your husband – maybe even lover soon – it is part of his gift to make you into a god. One that works close to him. Taking charge of some of the dreams he knitted together and even weaving some of your own that he will bring to mortals begging for their blessing. Slowly he chips away at your mortal soul till only the divine is left – till all that is remembered is not the fragile mortal that you were, but the god that you became at his side.
You become a god that cannot be separated from Hypnos any more. Always loved by him, always found by his side. You are his godly spouse and he makes sure that this is known to everyone that will cross his path. It doesn´t matter if they are willing to listen to him or not, he will tell them regardless.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
Hypnos knew that he needed to have you, when he saw you for the first time. Worried, he patted over his body – afraid that he might have been it by an arrow of Eros – but couldn´t fight anything. He fell hard and fast, and quickly assured himself with feelings all of his own.
At first he tries to be patient. To court and play with you. But before he could even truly begin to sweep you of your feet, he was reminded of your mortality. Blood. Red and sticky, welling up between your fingers. You ignored it – lowly cursing under your breath – as you kept working. For you this was nothing worth mentioning, a small annoyance. For him, it felt like his world just shattered apart.
Hypnos snatches you soon after. He steals you away from your life. Breaks your mortal shackles and hordes you to himself. He hides you away at home, where you will become untouched by time for as long as he lives. His brother will not come for you here.
Afterwards, he slows down. He pulls his coat tighter around your shoulders, as you sleep. Burrowed deeply into his nest of blankets. He fusses with them, trying to accommodate you in every shape and form.
He watches you. The last traces of anxiety slowly draining from him. He is your husband from now. The thought almost makes him giddy. Instead he just lowers himself to the ground and quietly traces your face with his fingertips. He sighs. Content. Hypnos can´t even remember the last time he felt truly peaceful.
He is sure that you will share a future with each other. Smiling he pulls his hand back. He can´t wait to actually get to know you. Maybe you won´t feel the same as him, but he has all the time he could ever wish for now.
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
Centuries pass in what seems to be a blink of the eye. Hypnos still clings to you. Cares for you, as he did on the first day you were caught by him. He is your husband and you are his spouse. A godly marriage binds you to the other, blurs the lines where you end and he starts. You are bound together, till you fade completely from existence. But till then, you will stick with each other.
What does it mean to break someone when you have eternity with each other? You will break each other. You have broken something in Hypnos all these years ago and he broke something in you in return. You still occasionally break each other. Over and over again.
There is no escape. No chance that you wont change violently who you are based on who the other is. Hypnos changed to appease you. He became the best choice for you, when you needed someone to soothe and comfort you. In return you smashed yourself into pieces and let him build something new and comfortable from the wreckage. You will never be stagnant. Always changing.
Only secure in one thing that you will be there for each other. Whispering. Spinning. Weaving.
Dreaming.
Lestat de Lioncourt (Vampire Chronicles / Interview with the Vampire)
Chrollo Lucifer (Hunter x Hunter)
Azusa (Diabolik Lovers)
Voting ended onJul 9, 2025
It´s just a little thing...
Yes I´m still here. Yes I have other requests. I know. This is somewhat more fun though...
I´m nearly finished with another alphabet and thought a little audience participation would be fun.
Will all of them happen sooner or later? Probably, but maybe I will make one of these my priority. (There are over 19 characters that I think could be fun, so you´re getting already only a small preselected option here...)
Will the poll be deleted later? Mabye??? I don´t know yet. Maybe I will also do something like that again? Let´s see. I´m figuring stuff out here as well...
Did I write all of this in the tags previously? Yes! Absolutely because I am like That sometimes... (My own blog and I am putting my rambling in the tags. Unbelieveable!)
WELCOME BACKKK!! I CAN'T stop re-reading your Ticci Toby yandere alphabet!
Huh! Wow you are fast! Thank you dear <3!!
Yeah, everything has been a bit slow these past couple... months...
I´m glad you enjoy the Ticci Toby Alphabet!! I was kinda nervous how to depict his ticks in particular and so practically ended up using my own... haha... ha.... (though I noticed on a reread I actually don´t mention them that much, huh.. interesting...)
Lestat de Lioncourt (Vampire Chronicles / Interview with the Vampire)
Chrollo Lucifer (Hunter x Hunter)
Azusa (Diabolik Lovers)
Voting ended onJul 9, 2025
It´s just a little thing...
Yes I´m still here. Yes I have other requests. I know. This is somewhat more fun though...
I´m nearly finished with another alphabet and thought a little audience participation would be fun.
Will all of them happen sooner or later? Probably, but maybe I will make one of these my priority. (There are over 19 characters that I think could be fun, so you´re getting already only a small preselected option here...)
Will the poll be deleted later? Mabye??? I don´t know yet. Maybe I will also do something like that again? Let´s see. I´m figuring stuff out here as well...
Did I write all of this in the tags previously? Yes! Absolutely because I am like That sometimes... (My own blog and I am putting my rambling in the tags. Unbelieveable!)
This took me a moment, when I finally sat down to look at this idea! Especially because the final future timeline is a single chapter, where we only get a few glimpses at Sanzu and the knowledge what he does for work – which is not a lot...
Still I tried my best:
Final Future Yandere Sanzu Headcanons
I do believe, that while this Sanzu has lived through less trauma than before, many of his core characteristics would stay the same in the end. He is still Sanzu after all. He still has the personality – and with that the violence – needed to make it in a gang.
His image is what changed drastically. He is more grounded in his familial relations, as he works with his sister and his brother is still part of his life. Something, that will make him less likely to go off the deep end immediately – though he is still capable of that.
Sanzu would still be incredibly possessive, while being disturbingly affectionate, but you would be spared the blood dripping from his hands. He stays manipulative and someone that regularly considers a murder-suicide, if he gets the feeling that it would be the only way that he can have you.
It starts innocently enough and if you ever knew what would follow, you would have never hit play.
You have been seeing the two siblings more often on your YouTube page. Every now and then they would pop up and one day you simply decided „Why not“. It´s not like you had anything better to do at the moment and with how often they had already popped up, they seemed to be pretty popular.
That was your first mistake:
An hour and three other videos later, you are still absorbed in the videos by these siblings. They are kinda funny, a bit strange, yes – but pretty enough that it didn´t bother you too much.
It doesn´t take long, till you started to comment on their page. Over and over again. You didn´t expect a response from them; they must get thousands of comments every day and yet...
He somehow notices you anyway and sends you a message in return
Here you make mistake number two:
You answer. He is even weirder than you expected. Charming, but you aren´t quite sure if some of his more violent and vicious remarks are truly jokes or something he actually means. (He does mean them. You learn that much later. When it´s already too late.)
You might be becoming something akin to friends. You write each other for weeks. Exchanging little titbits about each others life. (You never learn that he made a note of everything.) Playfully complaining about one thing or the other. You get comfortable with him and so think nothing of it, when he asks to meet up.
Your next mistake:
You agree. (You will repeat this mistake over and over again.) You set up a date with him, and no matter how strange it was you somehow decide not to ghost him. (It´s the last mistake you ever make)
He is... charming, you think. Strange. But polite. You didn´t think it was possible that he would be even prettier in real life, but he somehow is...
The conversation flows easily, every time you stumble he picks it back up again like it´s nothing. It is incredible easy to talk to him. Far easier than you ever imagined
Before you know it, he has you wrapped around his finger
With glee you agree to meet him again, hope that this connection you felt to him wasn´t just one-sided, and anticipate the next date with a nervous jitter
When he asks you out, again and again, it only feels natural to agree
Your very last mistake is one you already made:
Later, when you got comfortable meeting him, he pulls you in front of the camera. He is, or at least he seems to be, flustered to put you on the spot like this, but you agree. Wave off his worries. What is the worst that could happen by appearing in his videos?
People. Attention. His fame. But mostly people. That is the worst that could happen.
They notice you far too clearly. Point out every little flaw and mistake. Your every insecurity. At first only online – one terrifying day, on the street as well
Your face is suddenly known and whispers seem to follow you. They found first your accounts and then your address.
It´s a hard time for you, but through it all one man never leaves your side. He stands by you. Privately and publicly. He wipes the tears from your face and you never quite notice how heavily he blushes when you cry.
Sanzu is perfect in your eyes. Your knight in shining amour, who consoles you, comforts you and defends you.
There is no way for you to run now:
You can´t leave him without people judging you harshly – even more so, than they already do
No matter where you go, eyes seem to follow you
You feel the pressure that is constricting your ever move – and it scares you. He doesn´t seem to feel it and when you complain, he simply smiles
It is while you talk about the attention and how you believe that you should maybe stop seeing him for a while – just as long as it takes to calm his fans back down, that he moves
The pocket knife he pulled is just resting on your throat and he is smiling
„If you ever even think about walking away from me I will first kill you and then myself. Do you understand, darling?“
He muses about it with a dreamy smile, how cute it would be for the two of you to die together. He grins at you as if you would agree.
After a moment of tense silence, you do.
It is the only thing you can do
He uses his fame to draw you in and then shares it with you, simply to isolate you from the rest.
Neither of his siblings care to stop him and it´s not like they think that well of you either
Sanzu appears terribly in love to them, and you just seem jealous of him
They won´t step in. Mainly, because they simply do not believe you.
You are on your own here. And you simply made one mistake after the other, without realizing it.
Hii! I have a question. Ok so, have you read either of the following:Shatter me(by Tahereh Mafi), Caraval(by Stephanie Garber), The cruel prince(by Holly black), Once upon a broken heart( also by Stephanie Garber) or Twisted love(by Ana huang)?
If so, wouls you be willing to write for them?
Hey Anon!
I´m so sorry but I have to disappoint you. I have read none of these at this point. As such I would have to decline writing something for these stories.
Sadly, that means that I don´t think I will be able to fulfill a request for one of these either. Keep looking! I´m sure someone surely writes about these four!
Thank you so much though for asking! It means a lot!
Bloom had never expected, that she would run into a scene like this, when she had followed her panicked bunny up the hiking trail. This might have just came from one of her strangest dreams, and she discreetly pinched herself to make sure, that she wasn´t still asleep.
But nothing changed at all.
In front of her was still a hulking beast, surrounded by gnarly little growling monsters. Their claws almost as big as the rest of their body, as were their teeth. The beast was easily twice as tall as she was, and seemed strong enough to be able to rip out trees with ease.
But what drew most of her attention, was the woman in front of her.
She looked like she was surrounded by a golden halo.
Light seemed to bend around her, surrounding her in a glittering prism, that reflected brightly. Her hair flowed down her back like a waterfall, and it was of such a light colour, that it almost didn´t even register as hair to Bloom, but as another trick of light bending to this womans whims. Her clothes glittered as if a thousand little stars were embedded in the flowing fabric.
But the most breathtaking thing about her, were the womans wings and the sceptre in her hands that had a bright light swarming around the circular top.
With a sudden battle cry, the woman stormed at the hulking beast, simply barrelling past the little monsters, that tried to take a bite out of her. She flew just right out of their reach, pulling her legs closer to her body, as she aimed her weapon at the head of the beast.
But before she could hit it, the beast had somehow gotten a grip on her, and flung her away from itself. It was with a loud crash, that she collided with a tree, breaking the bark upon impact, and dropped limply to the ground.
With a yelp Bloom took a step back at the sound of the collision.
The little monsters were slowly advancing on the woman, as the beast lowly chuckled. Still, she only laid on the ground unmoving. Not seeming like she would be able get up any time soon.
She wasn´t even really aware of what she was doing, but before she could register it properly, Bloom had already grabbed what looked like a pretty sturdy stick, which was also quite heavy, and stormed to stand between the woman and the monster. She tried to swipe at the little monsters, while at the same time trying to avoid their snarling mouths.
It was far more difficult, than she could have anticipated, and it wasn´t long before one managed to clamp its jaw around her leg. With a yelp – the sudden pain reassuring her again, that she wasn´t dreaming – she viciously kicked that thing, trying to get it off.
If the situation wasn´t so terrible, she would have almost found it cute how Kiko, her bunny, had tried to attack one of the monsters, that had tried to get closer to the woman, while she herself was distracted.
Feeling a lot less hesitant to hurt them – now that she was bleeding herself – she simply slammed the stick over its head, and tried to not freak when the little monster dissolved in a shower of sparks. Instead, she swung the stick in front of her, trying to keep a distance between her, the woman and her bunny and that horde of little menaces.
As busy as Bloom was with the small monsters, she had completely forgotten about the hulking beast. In the meantime though, it had slowly advanced on her with low growl, that reverberated through her bones. She tried to shakily stand her ground but it simply swatted the stick out of her hands, and roared into her face. Spittle flying all over her.
"Don´t even try!", with that an explosion of light came from behind Bloom, hit the beast straight in the face, and it stumbled back. Desperately, scratching at its eyes, its howls of pain only growing louder.
Bloom slightly turned her head, only to be nose to nose with the strange woman, who had almost plastered herself to Blooms back. Her grin was bit too wide to be really comforting, as were her eyes, which – at least Bloom was pretty sure, that this was what they were doing – were emitting a light of their own, faintly glowing. In general her entire face was almost uncanny with how perfectly symmetrical it was.
Though the something that comforted Bloom, was the smattering of freckles that pulled itself across the womans nose. It looked like a collection of stars with their many constellation. Another thing, that comforted Bloom was that she could read the clear joy and wonder in that strange womans eye, no matter how unsettling she might look in the moment.
"To your left!", Bloom screamed, when she saw how one of the little monsters, tensed as if to jump at them.
The woman whirled around, already lifting her weapon again to swing it at the monster. This one also was pulverized into golden dust.
Though in the same moment Bloom went down herself, as a sudden weight at her throat threw her off her balance. She began to grapple with the thing on the ground, which seemed strangely determined to rip her throat out. She on the other hand, was very determined to not let this happen.
It was with no light effort, that she finally ripped the thing away from her throat, and the woman quickly stomped its head in, before it could attack her again. The woman quickly grabbed Blooms shoulder and pulled her up, and as soon as she was back on her feet again, already pushed the stick Bloom had previously used to fight back into her hands.
"If you can keep the ghouls busy, I can take care off the ogre!"
Before she could even shout a confused "What!", the woman had already taken off. Wings vibrating behind her, breaking the light around her into colourful shapes and taking her up to the air. Holding her weapon close to her chest, she stormed at the hulking beast – apparently also called an ogre – again.
With that Bloom concluded, that the little red monsters had to be ghouls, which were already advancing onto her and her bunny again. She instinctively lifted her only defence against those things, and did her best to distract them.
Though she would have loved to see the woman fight, she also knew, that she couldn´t her focus wander. The pain, radiating from the cut on her leg was already making her dizzy enough, so that any other distraction would surely cost her or Kikos life. And Bloom wasn´t taking any chances when it came to Kiko.
As she just evaded another clawed hand swiping for her,and desperately ignoring the cracking of bones, when in retaliation she slammed her stick on top of it, a low growl, garnered the attention of the ghouls. At once, they seemed to back off, uninterested in Bloom or the small prey.
Snarling and growling they backed away from her, before quickly running towards the ogre, who was hunched over. Burns and bruises littering his skin.
For a moment, Bloom was terrified of the thought, that the woman might have lost her fight, but before she could further spiral, a comforting and warm presence pressed itself into her back. Together, they stood side by side to see, what the monster would do now.
But instead, of attacking them again, like Bloom had thought they would, they simply vanished into the shadows which had come forth with a simply hand gesture of the ogre.
She stood there. Staring the previously occupied spot for a moment longer, before she broke out into wild laughter. She still couldn´t believe it, but with the obvious retreat of the monsters, it seemed the woman and her had won the fight.
A melodic chuckle came from her side, and the womans weight pressed more firmly into her side. It sounded deeply exhausted, and with the way she held onto Bloom, it was clear that she was tired.
When Bloom glanced at her again, she could see that the woman had changed. Her wings were gone, and her clothing changed as well. It wasn´t the translucent, glittering light-bending cloth of before, but instead what seemed to be a flowy bright orange sundress. Somehow the woman still looked gorgeous in the bright colour. Her hair, which had only moments before flowed down her back, seemed to be in a intricate up-do now.
She still had a transcending beauty about her and seemed to glow with a strange light.
"Thank you for your help!" She chirped, looking at Bloom with a bright smile. Though it seemed to grow more dim by the second. Actually, it almost seemed like the glow around the woman in total seemed to slowly vanish. But before she could ask her if that was supposed to happen or even better if she was alright, the woman simply continued.
"My name is Stella and-", whatever it was she wanted to add was lost as Stellas eyes suddenly rolled back, the light completely vanishing from around her, and she dropped to an unconscious heap on the floor.
Bloom jumped forward, but with how dizzy she had grown it was more a stumble, to barely catch Stella before she would hit her head on the floor.
"Nice to meet you", she whispered to no one in particular, after she managed to catch Stella, but crumbled with her to the floor. Her head now resting on Blooms lap.
For a moment, she tried to simply take stock of her situation:
One: There was an other worldly woman laying on her lap, by the name of Stella, and she was unconscious.
Two: Bloom had just seen real monsters, who had not only attacked her, but she had also survived and won the encounter.
Three: She was hurt. There was a bleeding wound on her leg, where one of the ghouls had caught her. She didn´t know if bit or simply scratched her. They were more scratch marks around her throat. She felt incredibly dizzy and also slightly sick.
There was an unconscious woman laying on Blooms lap...
There was a woman laying on her...
Bloom shook Stella lightly, hoping that she would open her eyes again, but nothing changed. She still kept laying very still, only the shallow movements of her chest, reassured Bloom, that she was still breathing. Alive, but unconscious.
Unconscious. That couldn´t be good. Wasn´t it even kind of really bad, that Stella hadn´t woken up again by now? It should not last longer than a few minutes, right? Maybe it wasn´t an injury, that had knocked her out, but exhaustion? But then she should be able to wake her up, or not? Damn, she didn´t know what to do in such a situation!
Suddenly an idea came over her. Her father – Mike, a fireman – should know what needed to be done now. Also, if she somehow managed to take Stella home with her, she would be able to better help her, as opposed to staying out here in the woods.
With her mind made up, Bloom fought to get back up to her feet. Another dizzy spell disoriented her for the moment, as she tried to get her bearings back. She wavered for a moment, before quickly swallowing the bile, that had risen up to her mouth back down. Carefully, being mindful about how weak she felt, she bend down to pick Stella up.
It wasn´t so much, that she carried Stella down the hiking trail, but rather that she stumbled more than anything else. Bloom felt lucky, that she hadn´t fallen once yet. She knew, that her bunny would follow behind her. Whenever she wavered, not quite knowing where to turn to, he would jump in front of her, to lead her.
The sun was setting when she finally reached her family home, and whispered a quiet "Thank you, Kiko", as he snuggled up to her uninjured leg. Slowly she shifted Stella, who was still not responding in her arms to knock at the door. It was her mother that opened it and caused quite a bit of the following chaos.
There was screaming, worried fluttering around the two girls, shouted commands to "Get the blanket Mike and a glass of water, and-"
"I know, dear! I know! Are you hurt anywhere else? Vanessa, do you know where our first aid box is?"
"I already have it! Here! Do you need anything else to fix her up? Oh Bloom, honey, that looks terrible!"
"No thank you, dear. But could you maybe keep an eye on that girl, that she brought with her?"
A disoriented, and kind of slurred sounding "What-" drew the attention of everyone.
"Oh she is waking up! Mike, Bloom! She seems to be waking up!"
Jumping past her father, she stumbled over to Stellas side, holding her hand, as if to comfort her. An adoring smile spread over Stellas face as she saw that Bloom was there, and she was sure, that the glow that accompanied Stella had returned as well.
"I´m Bloom", she introduced herself quickly, and Stella slowly nodded. She looked around the room slowly, but her eyes snapped back to her, when she winced. Having shifted too much of her weight on her injured leg.
Stella pushed herself up, already waving her hand and light seemingly weaved through her fingers, with a gentle "Let me take care of that", that very same light slowly wafted over to her side. She could only marvel at it, when it slowly twisted itself around her leg, warmth seeping into it, as the wound knitted itself close right in front of her eyes.
Though, there was also a strange blackish liquid, that had been pushed out of the wound as well.
Stella swiped for a bandage out of the box, her movements somewhat sluggish, and wiping it up quickly.
"Ghoul poison. Quite annoying, but not that dangerous with your wounds. You did well back there. It was", Stella paused looking at her for a moment, the moment tense, "admirable." She smiled at Bloom, and huffed out a quiet little laugh.
Bloom felt dizzy again, but for another reason this time, as she couldn´t help her own smile spreading over her face, as she looked at Stella.
Warnings: Dommed Timeline, Suicidal Ideation, Major Character Death
Prompt Used: Day 4 - The Song referenced + Survivors Guilt + Failure
Have fun! Story under the cut <3
"Drink With Me To Days Gone By"
Dave didn´t need to look at the screen to know who was writing to him, when his computer let out a little ping! There was only one other person, that was stuck in this hell with him.
The gears kept turning below his feet, and sometimes he felt like the heat of the magma was only rising. Sometimes he wondered, why he had to be stuck in a place literally called „The Land of Heat and Clockwork“. It wasn´t even that he wasn´t used to the heat – He was. Houston, especially in the summer, could get hellish – but to be stuck in what felt like an active volcano was a bit much.
He certainly felt like Rose had gotten the better part of the deal. Yes, it was raining constantly, but come on „The Land of Light and Rain“ sounded downright pleasant compared to this.
The constant ticking had gnawed at his nerves. Not even to mention the strain on his patience that his damn kernelsprite was. He couldn´t stand to hear it cackling any more. It would dive him sooner rather than later insane. If it hasn´t done so already.
With a lazy hum, he swiped for his laptop, while reclining on one of the spinning gears, getting slowly rotated with it.
- - tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG] - -
TT: I have an idea, that might just work.
TT: It is a bit unconventional, but I genuinely believe that this will be the breakthrough with our problem.
TT: Dave, not that I don´t admire, that you seem to have learned great restraint.
TT: I would appreciate it more, if you could answer me by now!
TT: Dave?
TT: Are you still there?
TG: don´t get it twisted
TG: where else would i be
TG: not like there is anyway for me to leave
TG: you know we re both stuck here
TT: Yes, while I am fully aware that you and I are both stuck, I would still request of you, to not leave me hanging like this again.
TT: You started to worry me.
TG: rose
TG: srs?
TG: dont even start
TG: change of topic
TG: you were saying something of getting us out of here
TT: Indeed. I believe I might have discovered a way to save this failed session of our game.
TG: kay...
TT: Do not doubt me now!
TT: I know I have brought forth many plans to this day, but I can fully envision that this one will bring us to our goal!
TT: Dave, you can jump through time, that is right?
TG: yep
TT: And this is the crux of this debacle!
TT: You will need to jump back into a point in time, where John hasn´t died yet, and convince him to not engage in this behaviour which ultimately caused his demise.
TT: This will be how we can save Jade as well, which will be our ticket to finally have a chance of beating this ludicrous game.
TG: rose
TG: cmon
TG: when was the last time you slept
TT: I am being serious David!
TG: not my name
TT: This is the only chance how we can proceed in the game.
TT: Don´t you want to at least try it before you declare it as a fellow failure.
TT: Do you not want to see our friends again and give them another chance at survival.
TT: I would have never gauged you as being such a cold-hearted person!
TG: calm down
TG: i aint saying i dont want to save them
TG: i just think that it sounds a bit crazy
TG: have you been listening to the whispers again
TT: I have not, and that you imply that this approach is just the product of the influence of the Horrorterrors quite frankly wounds me deeply!
TG: sorry
TG: but whats the goal here
TG: i go back in time and what
TG: just leave you here by yourself
TG: all alone
TT: That is the plan indeed.
TT: It´s a sacrifice I would be willing to make, if it meant that in some other timeline our friends do indeed survive.
TT: And you never know, maybe my consciousness from this timeline will merge with the new Rose.
TT: But even if it didn´t Dave, I do not think I can go on any longer like this anyway.
TG: what do you mean
TT: I feel like I have finally reached the end of all hope and patience I had these last few days.
TT: I genuinely fear, that if you will not at least attempt this plan, you will end up alone soon enough anyway.
TG: are you okay?
TT: No, I am not.
TT: And I probably have not been for quite some time.
TT: Dave, you have to try this, otherwise it will all have been for nothing, and I can not bear that thought.
TG: yo rose, not to sound too worried here, but that sounds not like you
TG: at all
TT: I´m sorry, Dave.
TT: You have to try.
TT: That´s all I ask of you.
TG: hey, hey, hey
TG: now hold your fucking horses and think about it again and im sure you see how fucking bad of an idea that is
TG: like what would i even do without your smart comments all the time
That wasn´t good. That wasn´t good at all! That was quite clearly the opposite of good!
Dave started to quickly switch through his tabs, to find his server player window, where he had the chance of getting at least a visual of Rose. He hoped he wouldn´t find her already dead.
He breathed out a sigh of relief, when he simply found her sitting on the floor. Her knees pulled to her chest, as Jaspersprite was swarming around her. It was obvious, that she was crying. Her make-up was running down her face in streaks, as Jaspersprite brought her blanket after blanket. And the odd fish or two.
Seeing, that Rose was at least taken care of at the moment, Dave leaned back, to consider her plan in detail.
There was some truth, to what Rose had proposed, and it might just work after all. But while Dave could jump through time, he wasn´t so sure, of the effects this would have on both him and Rose on the other hand.
He didn´t know, if such a big jump was even possible for him. At this point, he had only ever jumped back for hours, rarely days. Now he would jump back month. But even then, if it worked somewhat like his smaller jumps, there would technically be a paradox. He could also run into the problem of accidentally duplicating himself.
It would be a sure sign that this timeline had been cut off of the one he would create by jumping back, and while his head was filled by all the other timelines, he was pretty sure, that the same wouldn´t become true for Rose.
This also meant he was leaving her to die here. There was no one there any more to keep her company, as even the trolls had stopped bothering them. She would be by herself. All alone. Forever.
He wasn´t sure, if he could be cruel enough to do this to her.
After all he could already see the effects of her mental state deteriorating right in front of him. At the beginning of this game, he could have never even imagined, that Rose was even capable of breaking down crying like she was at the moment.
But on the other hand, he had to be honest: He missed his friends.
He missed pretty Jade and his witty John. Both of them gone. John to the trickery of one of the trolls, and Jade because John couldn´t get her off the island any more, before the meteor hit. The game having become unbeatable with the two of them missing.
He only needed to save John, to stop him for taking off the way he had done before. He knew he could do it. The biggest hurdle was getting the jump right, but afterwards everything should be easy for him.
The cackling of his sprite, shook him from his contemplation. He never should have mixed that crow with that creepy puppet. Lil Cal was truly as useful as a pair of two left shoes.
He turned back to Rose, who was staring at her screen as his computer pinged once more.
- - tentacleTherapist [TT] began pestering turntechGodhead [TG] - -
TT: So, what do you say?
TG: you know what
TG: i´ll try
TG: but i might not make it and there is something that has been bothering me
TG: would you mourn me
TG: not too be annoying or conceited or anything
TG: sometimes i just wonder with the state of how things are now
TT: Of course I would, you big oaf!
TT: You are all I have left of the old world.
TT: I would mourn you, if you had to leave.
TT: But I am also sure, that you will survive.
TG: thanks
TG: that really means a lot to me
TG: and
TG: rose you are important to me too never you know
TG: never forget that
TG: dont do anything rash because i will try to get you out of here as well
TG: i try your crazy plan but in turn you have to promise to stay alive for me to save you as well you hear me
TT: Of course, I will endeavour to stay around for as long as possible.
TT: I am very sorry, if I had scared you with my little episode.
With that he slowly got to his feet. He put his laptop away, and made sure that his sword was where it was supposed to be. He knew he couldn´t bear to take on last look at Rose, as it would break his heart. Instead he slowly got ready to leave this timeline behind.
He was still hesitant, and he recognized it, when he started to stretch.
Dave sighed out, annoyed with himself, but continued with this little waste of time. It wasn´t like these few more minutes, would make a jump that would span over a few months any more difficult or not.
When he was ready, he envisioned the date, he was trying to travel to. He spared one last thought for Rose, before he vanished from the clockwork gear.
Darkness surrounded him. He could feel time stretching out around him, as he was pulled through it. It disoriented him for a moment, as he couldn´t place himself in it any more. Dave didn´t know the difference between up and down for the moment, as he felt like he was wildly flung around.
It took a moment, before his natural abilities took hold.
He could feel how his interference was opening up new timelines, while others died. Dave was also aware of what timelines were being locked in place, while others were still open to change. The information settled slowly within him, and before he knew it time spat him out again.
All he needed was a quick look around to see, that it had worked.
A younger version of him was staring at him, eyes wide with surprise behind those damn glasses. From the corner of his eye, he could see how Lil Cal was about to be thrown into the sprite by Jade, and so he just waved at his younger version before throwing himself into the sprite.
Even though everything was filled with light, his head being invaded by the game, it didn´t hurt. He wavered under the weight of what had just happened, before finding his balance once more.
It was quick work to convince this younger version of him, to warn John away from Terezis plan, as he looked over his shoulder to catch the first glimpse of his previously dead friends in months, though the part of him, that came from the game also fed him with new and disorienting information now.
He couldn´t help the giddy smile, that crossed over his face, that surely seemed strange judging by his younger versions put upon glance. He let his lips quirk up into a mischievous grin, as he looked back at his best friend once more.
Dave had missed those blue eyes, those stupid jokes. He had simply missed his friend. Missed how he talked and how that nerd always played around with code. Almost reverently, he adjusted his glasses.
He could see Rose on the screen, who was her snarky and a bit pompous self again. She still looked so happy or well as happy as she could get. It saddened him, to truly see for the first time, how much these last few months had taken their toll on her.
And god what a treat it was to see Jade, who was still around at this time as well. Her grin seemed infectious as she bounded across her island from one point to another. So full of life and joy. Never once silent.
It was so strange that he could actually see them again, but he vowed to not think too much about how this game had changed him. Information still flitted around his brain, never settling. Almost like a run-on code. He hated it, just as much as he adored it, because it allowed him to keep track of his friends.
Though, with all the information he had at hand, it still took him months to realize something else.
While he still didn´t try to think to hard about it, when the realization finally set in, that his friends weren´t really his friends any more. That they saw him as nothing more than a spare. Treated him differently, than they had always treated him before. When he had to acknowledge, that his friends had all died months ago. That he was the last one alive from their little group.
Dave didn´t try to take it to heart, which had broken and shattered long ago, back when there was nothing but desperation and fear, when his name slowly became Davesprite.
Oh boy. He was so much fun trying to get a hang off - especially because of the existential horror, that gets introduced through John Doe and- I just like it a lot!
John Doe
He already is a yandere (and 100% some sort of eldritch monster). I feel like I should point that out... He already is obsessive by nature. But you knew that already, no? So I wonder if this is more of – you know – normal headcanons. Because he already is like that. All the time. I don´t even think that luck will help you in this situation.
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
He is staring at you again. You can feel his eyes constantly being on you, as you move through the gas station. You never hated your job more. There was no way, you could run from him at the moment. Sometimes you would catch him, trying to intimidate him with unwavering eye contact. It didn´t work. His smile only seemed to grow wider.
At the bus stop, he was leaning into your space again. You were pretty sure, that he was leaning even closer to you to take a sniff at your clothes. Shoving him away would do nothing to help you. You had already tried that once. He had taken it as an opportunity to hold your hand tightly between his, nearly breaking the bones in your fingers. Trying to squirm away, tended to result in him grabbing you close to himself with an uncomfortable flush to his face.
No matter what you did, you never seemed to get away from him.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
The Have you seen the gift I left for you?, let you turn around slowly to stare at him. You refused to ask for clarification and instead waited for a moment. He was shaking, his hair fluttering around him, as he just twirled one singular strand between his fingers. He pointed at your kitchen, and you swallow. Not sure, that you really wanted to see it. But with the way, the walls of your home seem to be melting, you knew, that it was either this or him loosing his patience.
You stepped into your kitchen and just looked at the mess on your floor. He followed behind you, he could see how hesitant you were. Judging from the way you just stopped, he knew that your mind had just blocked it out. You were not quite understanding what you were seeing, and he grinned. What a beautiful gift, no? He had seen how that woman had kept sniffing after you. She almost looked beautiful as ground meat and puree for his darling. To his Do you like it?, you never responded as you sunk to the floor with a scream, but he didn´t mind.
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
You throw the front door to your apartment wide open, hoping to get away from this creep by running out to the street. Instead of the usual dreadful sight that greets you every morning, you nearly run into a wall of blinking eyes. With a scream you stumble back. What is this? That wasn´t there before! You stumble back further, till suddenly greasy hairs tickles the back of your neck. Faster, than you would have expected from him, he already slung his arms around you. His hair is somehow wrapping around your neck, and he grins widely at you with his yellow and crooked teeth. It makes you gag.
Instead of saying anything though, he simply holds you. Your turn your head back to the wall of eyes, and feel yourself start to shake. This can´t be real. As your thoughts start to spiral, you see from the side how he simply reaches out with one arm, and waves his hand lazily. The door to the walls of eyes shuts. He burrows his head in your neck, and you can feel him nosing along the line of your throat. Don´t worry everything will be just fine...
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
His patience was wearing thin, as you refused him again. No matter what he seemed to do, you seemed to block him at every point. This was definitely one of your more stubborn runs, and it was stealing his last nerve.
So, he took the reins into his own hands. A little bit of influence there, a drop of his power here, and you were a marionette dancing to his wishes. Surely not a comfortable feeling, but it was kind of fun, seeing your face twist, as he laid words upon your tongue. He was so much more, than you could ever comprehend, and he wasn´t afraid of using it to his advantage.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
He was babbling again. With a tired sigh you turned to him, keeping your eyes closed. You could hear the static in the distance, that became synonymous to you with him letting his real self bleed through to this reality. You frowned, your eyebrows pinching together, as you tried to decipher his whispering, before giving up. He was speaking in tongues again, and you knew, that it would give you a headache sooner or later.
He stopped. Frowning in concentration, before turning back to you. He realized again, that you and him weren´t quite on the same wavelength. Something, he tended to forget. Often. Coughing, he pulled himself back into the facsimile of a human, as he looked at you. He saw how you slowly opened one eye to throw a quick glance his way, as if making sure that everything was as close to normal as was possible with him.
An embarrassed grin flitted over his face again, as he started to talk again. This time trying to use metaphors and concepts that fit your reality. And you – adorable, lovable you – listened to him intently, as he bared his heart to you, in terms that you could understand as well.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
You realize how useless this whole thing is, as soon as his smile registers for you. He is grinning at you, as if he doesn´t even notice what you are doing. Cocking his head to the side, he just watches you with a big smile. You stop. This wasn´t what you had in mind when attacking him. You had expected a struggle. Anything but the inaction he was presenting right now. Later you try to attack him physically a few more times, even poisoning him. Nothing works.
There is only one thing, that makes him show a reaction, and that it was when you emotionally pull back from him. When you ignore it, when he speaks to you. He hates that. You can see it. His hair frizzles into ever direction, and the symbols on his shirt switch rapidly. He comes far too close to you. An annoying, never-ending buzzing underlaying his every word.
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
His whole life sometimes feels like a game to him. Doesn´t mean, that he particularly enjoys it, whenever you give him the cold shoulder. It gnaws at his patience, when he sees how you try to get away from him. His nerves slowly frying themselves, as he wonders how to stop you. He becomes a danger to you and everyone around him, when he finally looses it.
It is with a tired sigh, that he has to wind back time again. Repairing, what he had broken in a fit of his. The aftershocks of him wrapping reality into breaking, still skittering across his skin. He hopes, that this time, you won´t try to play with his heart like that. Not that you remember your previous run. But still!
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
He hadn´t been as careful as he usually was, when he let the day begin again from the top. The vague feeling of déjà vu, that followed you everywhere, was impossible to ignore at this point. No matter what you did, what choices you made, everything seems to be already familiar to you. Like a script, that you had played along with many times.
And when you step on the bus to see him, it suddenly clicks for you. You start to shake, as memories rush over you. The fragile barriers, he had set up in your mind to keep you from remembering all the different iterations of your meetings, crumbling to dust. You remember. Everything. Dread washes over you as lock eyes with him. He smiles. You pass out. Start again? Yes/No. Yes!
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
The Uncanny Valley is not really a place, where one makes grand plans for the future. Most residents either can´t live anywhere else or become victims of the eldritch horror housed in these streets. 'John' isn´t any different in that regard, and he knows it. He doesn´t make any plans for the future, and instead tends to obsess over the past.
There is only three things he wants. One: To not be bored again. Two: To stick by your side, because you chased the boredom away. And three: Not to watch how you get devoured by something else. This is as far as any of his planning goes, and it is enough for him.
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
The strange man is even more tedious than usual today. He always hangs around your workplace. But this time, he truly feels like he could be dangerous. Your co-worker was back and she was as nice and accommodating as ever. A true charmer. But every time your hands brushed, you felt dread racing across your mind. You don´t know what is wrong with you today. You smile at your co-worker and break out in cold sweat.
'John' is this close to rewinding the day. He hates, hates, hates! He hates how that woman touches you o so casually. It makes him want to scream. The only reason, that he hasn´t changed the narrative yet is, that he thinks that maybe he could learn something from this stranger. After all, there is something you like about this waste of thought, no? And even then, maybe she could become a nice gift for you?
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
He looks at you again with far too wide eyes, his mouth slightly opened. It disgusts you. On your worse days, he reminds you off a mutt, someone left at a street corner, and you are the poor sod saddled to keep him company. He acts cute - so cute for what he is - and it makes you want to retch.
But it´s not like you can deal with him being honest with you either. After all just a touch of the real him, can make your brain leak from your ears. Still! Does he have to pretend to be a harmless puppy half of the time?
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
'John' knows, that even though he is trying his best, he is messing up quite a lot. He´s absolutely inept, when he tries to talk to you. Your face tells him that very clearly. It is easy to see in the way your lip curls up and he can see, just a hint of teeth flashing at him, as you watch him closely.
To make it short, you are disgusted by him. The way he looks at you is creepy, the way he talks gives you a headache. And the way he looks-! Let´s not start this now. You don´t like him, and it´s not even a single thing, it´s the entirety of him! You just don´t like him! And yet something always seems to pull you towards him regardless.
Mask: Are their true colours drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
People tend to cross the street, when they see him coming. Quietly muttering under his breath, hair reaching out every once in a while, as if trying to take a closer look at a few things. His wide unseeing eyes always fixed on something. He doesn´t blink, as he stares at other people.
When he meets you, he doesn´t really try at first to change anything about himself. He is like he always was. Creepy and overly focused. But he realizes rather quickly, by your hesitant glances thrown his way, that you feel uncomfortable around him. This is not quite what he wanted.
He twists himself into a version, that you would find appealing. He doesn´t even mind it. After all, he knows, that he would do everything to keep your attention on him.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
You carefully step back from John. He had suddenly grown still. Even his hair didn´t move. It was strange to see him like this. He looked like a statue. You weren´t even sure, if he was still breathing. The man was always moving in some way or another, to see this – It scared you.
When you took another step back, something crinkled under your foot. Some stray can, that had been left on the floor. At once, his head snapped towards you. His eyes locking onto yours immediately His pupils were wide blown, and the smile that stretched over his face, only showcased that there were far too many teeth in his mouth.
He turned fully towards you, grin growing wider, and simply snapped his fingers. You don´t know if you screamed or not, at the knowledge, that suddenly flooded through your head. Flailing, you tried to find something to ground yourself with. Sighing with relief, when familiar clammy hands took yours.
You never thought, you would take comfort in John being there.
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
For one moment, he wonders what it says about him, that he caught the one he adores in a time loop. Then he shakes his head. It won´t matter in the end. You aren´t even aware of the loop, he carefully wound around you. In the evening of some days, he lets reality wrap for you as well. He adores your screams and cries just so much!
He loves, that he can go through the same motions every day with you. And if he ever gets bored again, he can simply loop as long as it takes him to get the perfect meeting right and let time finally crawl forward to the next day.
An eternity shared between the two of you.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
It´s very easy for him to live through the same day over and over again. It didn´t drive him mad. Completely, that is. He knows, that you aren´t quite aware. That this isn´t the first time you meet. He lost count. So, even though it´s the same day over and over for him, he always does his best to not let that show through. Even if your answers become more than just familiar.
The only time, his patience seems to run out, is when you blatantly ignore him. Ignore him in the bus, turning away from him to stare out the window. When your eyes glaze over at the gas station, ducking out of his sight. It gnaws at him, when you try that.
But tomorrow you will do same song and dance all over again. And maybe this time you´ll dance with him again.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
You try to catch his eye, as you struggle to speak. Blood is bubbling from your lips, as you slowly choke on it. You don´t know what had come over him, as he threw himself at you, with a even more deranged smile than usual, and started to cut into you with glee. He was mumbling something under his breath as he carved into you. Not stopping, not listening to your cries.
He stopped after a while. Looking down at your still body. Blood was cooling on his face, as he took a slow breath to steady himself again. He needed to see it just once. Just once, that is all he wanted. With careful hands, he cracked open your rips, cradling your heart against his own chest. He looked at it. Memorizing every crevice and vein. Then he sighed.
Twisting their finger, he started to motion in a counter-clockwise circle. Before his eyes your body knitted back together. He slowly stood up, carefully cleaning the blood from his face and knife. His shirt had already soaked the blood up. You looked at him like nothing happened, and he smiled at you. But now he knew. Dying or leaving are just not things, that you can do with him.
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
He watches how you scurry around your own home. Carefully leaving quite a bit of space between the two of you, as you try to escape to your bedroom. Your fear is obvious. It´s smell his hanging over the room, and 'John' can´t help but to let out a little pleased sigh. Even though he doesn´t move from his spot on the couch, he still tunes in to you. Eyes opening up in the walls, still unseen by you, through which he can keep watch. It´s interesting to him, to find out what you will do next.
He doesn´t worry himself over your distress If you can´t function with the pressure of it all, he will simply start from the beginning again. It´s easy for him. But for now, he watches you with a pleased smile. Indulging himself in his curiosities.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
His steps are slow, as he tiredly shuffles through the streets of the (appropriately named Uncanny) Valley, his gaze glued to the floor. He could faintly hear the churning of a house devouring it´s occupant, and can´t help but chuckle slightly to himself. His own bloodlust peaking for a moment, only to rapidly decline again.
Sometimes he gets so bored, he swears that he feels like his brain will eat itself, only to alleviate some of it. He stops, waits for a moment, and then turns to the bus stop Huh. That´s new! He can feel a smile with far too many teeth stretch across his mouth, more pushing through his gums. That is new! You are new! The boredom vanishes at once. And he? He chases after you!
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
He would never say it out loud, but he doesn´t quite know what you are doing there. It does seem rather unusual behaviour for humans, but he just shrugs it off. The screaming and the crying doesn´t really bother him. Though, there is one he doesn´t like, but has plenty explanations already made up for himself. It´s when he sits down in the same vicinity as you, and you try to get away from him. Maybe the scenery already bored you? Well, it doesn´t matter! He will simply follow where you go!
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
You watched him warily. His unblinking eyes staring at nothing, as he mumbled something under his breath. He´s not quite here with you and you could feel it. You had become painfully aware of the fact that your... 'boyfriend' wasn´t quite human. His hair twisting to take a hold of something as if it was sentient, his fingers twirling to twist time and space. How he would sometimes look at you, as if he couldn´t understand how you functioned. It scared you. He never physically hurt you. But you wonder if you had become his victim in other ways. The way he talked sometimes, it scared you.
He watched you from the corner of his eyes. Wondering if his little moment of inattention would result in him, having to reset the last few minutes. Again. It took little effort for him nowadays to operate this body, so much, that it more and more became second nature, so that he sometimes forget, that he was still moving it. He grinned at you, and ignored how you recoiled from him.
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
You both know it. It just isn´t possible. No matter what you do or where you go. He will follow. A thousand eyes, all belonging to him, are watching your every move. No matter where you go, he will follow like a shadow. You can always just see him from the corner of your eye. He doesn´t sleep. Doesn´t need to rest. But you do. You can´t vanish into the crowd, a hand or a string of hair always wrapped around you, if something that isn´t you, actually catches his attention for a moment. There is no escape.
The only thing you can do to make this whole situation better for yourself, is to remind him of your humanity. He is prone to forgetting it. Lie to him, if necessary. Appease him. Because you will never ever be getting rid of him. Never.
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
John never once had to rely on physical strength. You know it. He knows it. He´s powerful enough to melt your brain, when he simply tells you his name. No, you aren´t afraid of the twig-like figure following your every step. At least not directly. What frightens you, is knowing that this figure is a simple meat-puppet for an eldritch god. At least, that is what you think John is. You can never be too sure.
He hurts you in way, you know are accidental. Shows and tells you things, that he simply forgot are too much for your „fragile human mind“. You hate the implications behind that, whenever he says it. It only frightens you more. Sends your heart racing, as you blankly stare at a wall.
He never hurts you. But you are in pain regardless, when he opens his mouth, when he twists his fingers.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
He was watching you again. You hadn´t noticed him yet, and he let out a dreamy sigh, as he simply observed you going along with your job. He adored the way, you would absent-mindedly chew on your cheeks, when you got bored behind the counter. Your eyes staring into nothing, as your mind wandered to far away places. He loved everything about you, even the way you blinked made him feel so much warmth. Everything seemed to be a new thing with you.
For a moment he wondered how to approach you. Then a thought struck him. Yes, that should be doable. Messing around with time wasn´t that much harder after all. He just needed to follow you home, and then- Bam! Just shift your house a bit closer to his layer of reality. Sooner or later, he was sure, that the two of you would become inseparable. He should talk to you at the bus stop or introduce himself to you. With a snap of his fingers you became aware of him again. The show could start!
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
His hair was bushing up behind him, and you could swear, that the symbol on his shirt just changed. You blink once, twice, and then shake your head. No, you won´t mention that to him. Instead, you try to patiently explain to this pushy creep – John Doe or whatever he calls himself – that No, I am not free this afternoon! You ignore the way his grin seems to crack and break, seeming more deranged by the second, and simply turn away.
You ignore his fuming, his pacing, but he knows you can´t ignore it, when he suddenly vanishes. He can see, that you throw a quick look over your shoulder, eyebrow creasing. His hair curls around his arms in anger, reaching out to hold at everything that it can touch. His face is shifting again, and it only aggravates him further. Last chance. This is your last chance. Keep ignoring him today, and he won´t try to pretend any more.
The scream you let out at the bus stop, that night, calms him again, but not enough, that when after months of repeating the same thing over and over again, you still ignore him, he simply cracks. Reality plays around his fingers, and you and him, are trapped in your home in the next moment, his powers shrouding it from prying eyes. Just you and him. Forever and ever. And ever.
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
You see the eyes dripping from the walls – Or are the walls themselves dripping? – and his hair is clinging to everything. Are you chocking on it yet? No matter where you turn, reality seems to crumble beneath the feather-light touch of your own eyes. Why are the walls bleeding? Why are they breathing? You can´t help yourself but too scream.
He looks down at you. Reality twirling around his fingers, as he plays with it mindlessly. That wasn´t quite what he had planned. He hadn´t thought, that you could handle him, well being himself, so little. He sighed, pulling at time. Let´s do this from the top again!
