My blog about my yandere ocs they/them (but can be gendered for the bit) I LOVE GETTING ASKS AND MESSAGES PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE INTERACT WITH ME 23 NO MINORS
sometimes i wonder if we have forgotten that sharing creative work is, fundamentally, a bid for human connection. like I'm not posting art or fic for 'engagement' i'm posting it looking for other sickos to play with! i'd be making it anyway for my own gratification because there's something wrong with me, i'm sharing it hoping we can have something wrong with us together <3
If you saw me post this at midnight no you didn't.
Anyway HUZZAH I return with a new chapter! I'm not gonna lie I stopped trying to upload consistently. College is kicking my ass.
Cute Normal Arlo chapter + Set up :3
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This morning at work you were a little blindsided.
“Listen, we need you to quickly update the Hero Gala article before we publish it for the afternoon news. We need it before lunch.” Your chief editor begs an older man with blue eyes and deep wrinkles. You blink, surprised. This usually doesn't happen, yeah there's quick time lines but this quick for something everyone has known about for months? An event so soon? But you nod and immediately set to work. By the time you have a polished draft you're satisfied with, your brain feels fried.
You quickly check the time to make sure it's not too late. It's half an hour to lunch, so you're a little early. After a few edits, you crack your knuckles, and submit your final draft to the chief editor. You poke your head into the editor's office to tell him you sent the draft. Then, you head back to your desk and check your phone. You call Arlo, shoulder pinning the phone to your ear as the tone rings.
“Hey! Where did you wanna get lunch? I heard there's some food trucks near the butterfly park, maybe we could check it out before we head over?” You beam, packing your bag.
“Huh…? What time is it?” You hear him grumble, sounding a bit hazy. Did he just wake up? His voice is kind of sexy and husky when he's just woken up. You try to focus, shaking your head. You can think about his sexy-tired voice later.
“It's 12:45.” You hum back, “Did you just wake up, ‘Lo?”
You hear a thump and quick shuffling. He frantically apologies.
“I slept through my alarm, I'm so sorry! I'm… um, I'll be a little late. I-I'm sorry, my dear.” He stutters, evidently embarrassed.
“Don't worry, I'll meet you there. I'll wait so we can eat together. See ya.” You chuckle. You hear the shower turning on at his end.
“Uhhh I should be there by 1! Love you.” He rushes, before hanging up.
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The sky was clear and high, so you sat down after ordering an iced drink and set your work bag beside you to save Arlo's spot. You idly sip your drink, allowing a minute to just enjoy the day. Families walk around, clearly either walking to or from the butterfly garden. Despite this, the day is slow, so you don't feel bad about reserving your boyfriend the spot beside you. Your mind lingers to him, wondering about his unusual behavior.
It was weird that Arlo slept in late. You're certain he opens the library at 9 AM, but there was always prep work to do so he had to go in earlier… so it was weird he was asleep at 12. You consider the odd timing before checking your clock. He's fifteen minutes late…? He's never been more than five minutes late. But it makes sense, his apartment is ten minutes from the library which is a few blocks from the park you're at. Eh, everyone is entitled to an odd day, you suppose.
You tell yourself everything is fine as your thoughts drift. Mostly back to the Hero Gala article. And then to Zenith and the conversation you had about it. He suspected Techbyte would cause a problem. But crashing the event with the biggest heroes? That's actually stupid not even you wanted to do that. You consider taking off work to potentially stick around just in case.
Then there's the big problem. Zenith is getting cocky. You still haven't put the bastard in his place. Oh, when you see that fucker again you’d-
“Hey! Thanks so much, I…” Arlo beams, waving as he trots over. You jump, startled. You set your bag aside to let him sit at the bench beside you. All your anxieties dissipate, lingering for a mere moment as guilt before leaving entirely. His hair is still damp, smelling clean, something woody with a eucalyptus or minty undertone. It smelled really nice, probably his shampoo.
“Penny for your thoughts?” He hums, casually resting his arm behind you. You shake your head. That's concerns for later.
“Nothing important, just thinking about the Hero Gala. How have you been?” You beam, setting your coffee aside.
“Good, good… I was needed for a project for um.. A colleague.” He says, ruffling hair damp hair, seeming to sense how it's slightly unruly. It looks peachy-gold when the sun hits it. His hair has so much less volume when it's wet… it's kind of cute to see.
“You took a shower.” You observe, admiring him. He chuckles, sheepish, scratching his beard.
“Yeah. I, uh, wanted to be nice and clean. I didn't want to be muggy.” He chuckles. He looks… good. Tired, but good.
“Let's grab something to eat, hmm?” You hum, standing.
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You sit at one of the several park benches with tables, digging into your meals. There were a few food trucks around with a nice variety, so you got something you liked.
Arlo takes a bite of his salmon burger, seemingly quite hungry.
“So, you've been busy. A project?” You note. He pauses, tensing ever so slightly.
“Yeah, um… a project of sorts.” Arlo says, setting his burger down. He clasps his hands in front of him, elbows on the table. Oh okay, that's a weirdly serious shift in demeanor. You let the silence linger for a moment.
You respond casually, “So, what's going on?” He thinks, before taking his glasses off and rubbing his forehead.
“I… can't exactly talk about it.” Arlo hums, a little pensive. You can't help but pause.
“Can't?” You probe, leaning in. Arlo tells you everything, what's going on…? Arlo bounces the hand holding his glasses before putting them back on.
“I shouldn't talk about it, it's private. I had to sign an NDA.” He admits, quickly, like pressure leaking from a stabbed balloon. You pause again.
“Can you say the company?”
“I… am helping consult the police on a case.” He says, after a pause, to choose his words carefully.
Okay, that's super weird.
“What does the NDA cover?” You probe. You had probed about NDAs before, it's part of your job sometimes.
“You're worrying too much. I'm just helping consult, I'm not chasing down bad guys. At least not directly.” He chuckles, weighted. He goes to pick up his burger again but you set your hand on his. He's being weirdly evasive and you want to get on the same page as him.
“I'm worried.” You state, clearly. “You're acting unlike yourself. You're missing work, and waking up late, and I'm worried this or something else is stressing you out.”
Arlo’s face tenses for a moment, before he flips his hand palm up, cradling yours. He rubs a thumb over the back of your knuckles, slow. His eyebrows grow heavy, focused. Arlo opens his mouth to speak before closing it, proceeding to rub his red-ish beard in thought.
“It's about the NDA. And I can't say what it is. But… Someone on the police force knew I helped develop something…” He trails off, pinching his chin between his first finger and thumb. He stacks words like delicate cards to make a little building.“I can't talk about what it was. But it was a long time ago before I came to Comet City.”
You pause and nod. Now you just had more questions. You weigh them before looking up to meet Arlo's eyes. He looked so… tired, worn out. You nod, giving a little smile. You give Arlo's hand a squeeze.
“I won't pry.” You sigh. You didn't want to add to his burdens by prying and pushing. You lean in, taking his other hand.
“Just… let me help. Even if it's just sitting with you.” You say. His eyes go wide before he relaxes, giving a small, tired smile.
“Actually I'd like to walk a little. The butterflies will be gone by late afternoon.” He hums, setting aside his half finished burger. Odd.
“We can finish quickly...” You say, gesturing to his burger. He pauses, looking confused for a moment before shaking his head.
“I wasn't all that hungry.” He says, gathering your trash and getting up to throw it away. Arlo never finished just half a meal. He either wanted to put it in his lunchbox to eat later or finished most of his meal.
He returns, dusting his hands off before offering one to hold.
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“Ah, and that one is Monarch Butterfly! In Mexico their migrations correlate to their celebration of The Day of the Dead so they've become a symbol of the souls of deceased loved ones.” Arlo beams, pointing to an orange butterfly with black stripes. You watch it, as it flutters around a little green plant with red flowers.
You point to a similar looking one, fluttering around. Arlo leans forward, eyes narrowed before standing back up straight.
“Ah! Good guess, but that's a Viceroy Butterfly! Their host plants include the poplars and willows while monarchs have milkweed as their host plant!” He chimes in, as you hold hands and wander to another area.
He points to another butterfly, a little light brown one.
“Ah! A Common Buckeye! Their host plants are snapdragons. Those spots on their wings confuse and startle predators to attack their wings instead of their delicate bodies.” He says, letting go of your hand to gesture towards the butterfly. You put your hands on your knees, leaning in to admire the little thing. It opens and closes its wings a few times, exposing the interesting marks on its back.
“Reminds me of eyes.” You muse, standing back up and taking his hand.
“That's actually part of their startling effect! Many animals use camouflage to mimic eyes to deter attacks or to hide a predator's eyes.” He rambles, gesturing with his free hand. Oh god you were so in love with this man it made you feel stupid. In a good way.
You walk back to your car with him, still holding hands as he rambles animatedly.
“... And the oldest butterfly fossil found dates back to around 40 to 50 million years ago!” He gushes, giving you the brightest smile you've seen from him in a while. “It follows the diversification of flowering plants occurring around that time.”
He pauses once he notices where you are. “Ah… time for you to go.” He sighs. His eyes dart from you, to your car, and back again. Both of you are reluctant to let go of each other's hand.
“I want to see you again, soon.” He says, softly.
“I'd really like that.” You hum back, before leaning in to kiss his cheek, “The Hero Gala is in two days so I'll be busy writing for it, and I'll be busy a little after that too, but… I'd really like to see you soon.”
He stares at you, a forlorn but nods in understanding. He kisses your cheek in return before you get in your car. You roll your window down to say goodbye but Arlo speaks first.
“Are you going to be at the Gala? I will be.” He says, a little hopeful. You sigh and shake your head, Zenith stupid fucking face intruding in your mind.
“I'm afraid not, ‘Lo. I'm just writing about it. They'll need me at Starlight Reads.”
He nods, “Yeah, I don't want to be there but I agreed since the library is a community center and the Gala wants to represent us.” It makes enough sense, since the Hero Gala tries to include all important people involved in making the community better.
“I can't change your mind? I'm sure the Gala allows dates.” He hums, offering you a little coy smile. You're tempted for a moment before resigning.
“I'm sorry, I can't… I'll be needed to help quickly get the edit drafts during the event, I'll be needed at the office.” You murmur, pained. Arlo sighs but shrugs.
“Makes sense. But I'll be thinking of you.” He sighs, fond.
“To be honest, I'd hate being cooped up with those big shot heros. They're so…” You scoff, trailing off.
“Meretricious?” He offers after a moment of thought. Ah shit you didn't know that word. Sometimes Arlo forgot even though you weren't as well read as him, despite your avid reading. You trusted it meant ‘annoying’.
“Whatever that means.” You chuckle, pointing at him, “But, you're right. I'd rather eat glass than spend too much time with them.” He chortles back, hearty and genuine before giving you a final goodbye and leaving to head back to his car.
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“We need you to attend the Hero Gala to interview the big shots.” Your boss says. You almost curl into the nice cushioned chair you're seated in and burrow, never to be seen again. But you don't because you're a professional.
“I thought Nancy was in charge of that.” You state, neutral. “Did something happen to her?”
Your boss sighs, almost a groan of exhaustion.
“Ms. Eisen got the flu, poor thing. But, she can't go. I really wanted her there.” She muses, wistful. Ah, the new girl. You remember her, she wrote the gossip column about you and Zenith.
“A shame, it would have boosted her career, would have looked good to get something well-written in the Hero Column with her name on it.” You murmur, tense. Truth be told, you didn't want to go. But saying no to your boss was a really stupid idea.
“I need you there. I admit I wanted Ms. Eisen there to boost her career and I trusted her skill. I wanted to promote her.” She says, focused. She rubs her hands together, slowly. “The Hero Committee wants this to look good so I need a strong voice.”
Ah shit you didn't want to be there. Fucking hell.
“Your focus will be to interview and write about the bigger heroes. Don't waste your time with anyone aside from the A-class. If you can nail an interview with Zenith, it'd be a very golden article.” She stresses. “We have other writers covering the exposition, we just need to do our best on what the Committee wants.”
Ah goddamn it. Fuck. Zenith, face to face. Him and his stupid face and his big grin and bright teeth.
“Of course.” You say, pleasant and calm.
At least it would be in civilian attire and not in a position he'll try to gnaw your tongue off again. You leave the office and start writing a text to Arlo, updating him. You likely couldn't spend time with him during it, but it's important he knows since he already asked you about your attendance.
You sit at your desk and crack your knuckles. You've got some emails to send to the Hero Committee PR team. Snagging good interviews won't be easy but it's important to start soon.
Tw: kidnapping, drugging, manipulation, slight smut, mention of rape, and Stalking, + MDNI
Yandere! Cupid who has watched you from the clouds since you started dating.
Yandere! Cupid who has connections to the Anti-cupids to actively break up your previous relationships.
Yandere! Cupid who still does his job and actively scares off any other cupids for almost hitting you with their arrows.
Yandere! Cupid who finally has enough and made sure to disguise himself as a human just to drug you.
Yandere! Cupid who takes advantage of this and takes you to his home in the clouds where he's makes sure you're comfortable.
Yandere! Cupid who takes advantage of your drugged state to claim your body as his with bites and his cock.
Yandere! Cupid who cleans you up a little bit so you don't realize what he did.
Yandere! Cupid who makes sure your fed and have even after you wake up out of your drugged state.
Yandere! Cupid who is ready to take care of you until you passed away, but even then he will make sure your in heaven, even if it means making a deal with the devil.
You didn't know what was happening every partner you had, had broken up, which left you devised.
This time, however, you were determined to keep one this time! Which is where Amadeus Lister comes in, he was so sweet to you, that it made your heart melt every time. Yet you have noticed how he look in his eyes, It's something you can't quite place, but you know it's something dark.
But you didn't care at the moment, why would you? After all, he hasn't gotten up to leave yet, and he was your type with his strawberry blond hair, and mesmerizing central heterochromatic of shades of purple, and pinks, and his makeup? Chef's kiss.
Even now you couldn't help but stare as your drink finally came along with your food.
“My, are you alright, Hun? You have been staring at me the whole time I was talking.” Amadeus purred, his hand moving to yours, as he quietly slipped in the powdered roofie he had hidden in his sleeves. He could have used one of his arrows sure, but he didn't want something that’s so easily breakable, no, he need it to genuine.
When you blinked out of your thoughts you, grinned sheepishly “Ah, sorry Amadeus, I was just admiring how pretty you are.” you replied, your free hand reaching for your drink for a sip of it. Amadeus eyes narrowed, while spread grin came a cross his face, he was basically trying to hide how happy he.
He knew what was going to happen once they kicked into your system and damn was he ready for it. Then again it would take 10 to 30 minutes, but some effect he knew would kick in at the 5-minute mark.
So he waited. You had eaten half of the food you ordered before getting dizzy, and your body swaying. Amadeus being the sweet man he was helped you out of your chair and outside. “Hey now. It's okay, Hun I have ya, just lean on me alright? I don't trust, ya going home alone.” He hummed stroking your back, and pulling you close to his body.
You just looked up at him eyes unclear, before giving him a weak nod, not even registering what he was about to take you or what he did to your drink. When you passed out he didn't even hesitate to shed his human form, picking you bridal style before he spread his wings and flew up into the sky.
It took roughly an hour and half to fly for Amadeus to fly to his house. Landing at his door he shifted your body onto his hip, using one of his now free hands with part of the door holding your body up he was able to open it, he even made sure you did fall on your face by shifting you back into you, your original position.
Now he had you where he wanted you to be, in his home. Amadeus entered through the kitchen, into the living room up the that where in a hallway off from the living room, up into the another call that had rooms on each wall lastly in the corner at the end was the attic, where it was Amadeus. He took a breath forgetting that he left the door open, so he didn't have to put shift your body again, to open it. "I'm sorry, Hun... but... I need you in my life so bad that I couldn't wait anymore." he cooed softly, taking careful strides up the stairs, until he reached the top.
Even if you won't remember what his room looked like until it wore off you still manged to look around. The walls were a dark shade of pink, a white desk in from of the window, heart lights all around layered on the walls, his bow and arrows tucked in a case in the corner, and in the middle of this room right against the wall a red and frilly canopy bed with blankets that matched the pink, red and white color scheme of the room.
"Amah...deus...?" you slurred confused, feeling him lay your body down onto his bed, his lips kissing your mouth for a minute only to pull back and kiss your forehead. "Shhh... it's okay, just let go and let me take care of you, my dove." he replied, moving his hand down, and under the waist band of your lower clothing getting a good grasp on anything he could, your thighs, your ass or your equipment making sure you feel the most pleasure there. Your eyes rolled back into your skull making a moan like sound, but that was the only thing you heard and saw as everything went black around you.
Oh but Amadeus, he was now ecstatic, now that you were out again, he could do what wanted he wanted to, full any of your available holes with his cum like he planned, without the consequences of you getting upset at him. Even if you did, he would make sure that you were okay with it, whether you liked it or not, until then he was happy with what he had and that he hasn't needed to do, anymore manipulating and the possibility of him needing his arrow, that would be a shame if he did, but it was his last resort.
//Note: Sorry for the very late valentine's day post, I was thinking about writing this on that day but I was spending time with my friend who I'm gonna leave very soon! But enjoy!
Tried my hand at animation! Little Fen kisses! Technically my first proper animation so. Unfortunately it's not Great... However I have learned a lot!!
Fen finally makes their Mii confess to their beloved, only to start panicking when two other Mii's interrupt and confess to their beloved. Shenanigans ensue in the house, probably holds their real beloved tightly while they pout.
Also would cry if they have a baby, screenshot everything.
You walk down the stairs into the living room, just wanting to go into the kitchen for water. Fen is laying face down on the floor crumpled, their switch beside them, also face down. As you approach, they let out a long, pathetic whine.
"So, um. You good?" You ask, watching as Dandelion trots over curling under the nook of Fens bent arm. Fen let's out a noncommital grumble. You grab the switch, seeing they're playing that tomogachi game they've been rambling about for months. It looks like they're overlooking a plaza of some kind.
"Fen." You prod, poking their back. They roll over, flopping into their back, scooping Dandelion up in the process.
"Whats up?" You ask, sitting next to them.
"One of my Miis confessed to another one." They mumble. Fen made a bunch of serious as well as joke Miis.
"That's, like, a good thing, right-"
"And then that event where other Miis show up happened!" They protest, sitting up. "But your Mii butt in too and confessed! And then your Mii got together with that other Mii!"
Ah. It seems Fens affections didn't stop at your stupid little digital copy.
"Well, who was it?" You ask, patting their head. Fen pauses before speaking.
"... Sans." They admit, feigning dramatic heartbreak. Oh right, they made a random assortment.
"You made Sans the skeleton?" You ask, and they nod.
"Hard to compete with Sans, babe." You chuckle, smoothing their bangs back. You lean forward, kissing that little prominent freckle by their scalp, hidden by their bangs.
They grumble, frustrated and displeased.
"And I gotta kill Sans the skeleton."
"No you don't."
"Already did. For a small fee." They say, patting Dandelions little head. Purring fills the room.
"There's something a little bit wrong with you." You mumble, affection as you shuffle to lay down beside them. They nuzzle into your cheek, mumbling about skeletons.
Hi! Cal here! I made a survey so I can learn about what people liked and disliked about the demo for TAT!
If you're new, hi! I made a yandere visual novel and it's going from demo to the first part of the game! It's in development at the moment, but you can find the demo link in my pinned post!
Made with Tally, the simplest way to create forms.
Quick Fen doodle/draft Pic for the vn! I just wanted to get something down. A lot has been going on. I admit I'm posting more on my rp blog @unseen-lover if you want a more consistent source of yan content. Lately doing high energy art like my usual stuff has gotten harder
I was wondering how's the expansion of There's Always Tomorrow is going? I loved it when it first came out and was so excited when there was gonna be more. Take your time, I know making a game is a long process, just wanted to know if there are any updates on it, and when I can see Fern again~
Hi hello hi!!! So glad to hear you love my game WAAAAA 🫶 🫶 🫶 🫶
It's... Slow. Unfortunately, my bachelor's (Hi I'm working towards a bachelor's!) plus other responsibilities are getting in my way. So... It's slow. Mostly I'm working on the entire throughout line, as a complete story. Mostly I've been letting myself come up with cool ideas at my own pace. I'm only one person writing this (I love my beta readers Momo and Sky!!!!)
But you're right. I need to stop yucking around and work on the project. Many apologies!! If it helps, I have juicy lore! Yes, yes... And some new ideas to lean more towards horror
I have a confession: TAT was a fuck it we ball project. I wanted to just put something out there as a 'If I can do this then I can make a real story'. Fen was essentially my little guinea pig. But now they're the star of the blog so... I'm working on making the visual novel good. I want to make something good and I think that's scared me away from actually working on the damn thing.
I dunno. But TAT hasn't left my mind. You can actually see some of the progression of thought via my works (I might do a redesign for Fen but I'm not sure... Don't worry, they're keeping the big beautiful green eyes and the dorky bob)
