𝒮 𝐸 𝒩 𝒫 𝒜 𝐼

|| Independent / Selective RP blog for Yandere-Chan from Yandere Simulator. W.I.P ||

[webfinds]

[edgyy-babe]

[weaksorry]

[xmusiings]

I don’t care if you don’t want me                'cause i’m yours,                                 yours,                                  yours, anyhow 

[sonelion-deactivated20180317]

[quietvoiced]

[dcvoted-blog]

[ coughs loudly ]

[dcvoted-blog]

repriiisal:

            “you’re right, aishi!”

          [[ a cheerful chirp - unlike anything she offered thus far.              once more did she lean on her injured hands, daring to              look her in the eyes. ]]           [[ now that she knew what buttons to press, she thought              it would be easy; the wounding was just a demonstration,              a sign she wasn’t fucking about. now, the real game              began. ]]

             “but you know what? go ahead, hurt me all you want.               you’re the one tied to the chair, so.. have fun with that.               you’re nothing anyways.”

          [[ she offered her another flash of her sick, twisted grin. ]]

The shift in her tone was nauseating.  A frustrated sound-- An absolute snarl left her lungs. Her torso jerked, arms strained against the binds. Like if she could get out, she would be able to power through her injuries and hurt her. (Then again, that look in her eyes makes it seem like it's possible.)  "I am better then you!" She insisted, her voice  doubling in volume. Practically a spiteful shout. "I am better then you! I am, I am better then you!"

[dcvoted-blog]

repriiisal:

           [[ perfect. exactly where she wanted her. ]]            [[ saliva is discarded; nemesis doesn’t care, too               involved with relishing in her catch. once more               does she lean forward, locking eyes with her               as her head tilts. ]]               “then why would you go for you?”             [[ the implication is clear. her voice is composed,                with no reluctance in her attempt to demolish                the ‘sweet girl’s dreams. ]]                “you’re below me, after all. just another killer.                 aren’t you? if he knew what you really were..”              [[ she finally pulled her knife free from her thigh. ]]                 “oh, would he hate you. just like how I hate you.”

"Shut up-"

She snapped, like an indignant child in the  schoolyard. The pain throbbing in her body was unimportant--Compared to the ache that ran through her from just the thought. “I am nothing like you.”

She snarled through her teeth. A pained grunt left her lips as the knife left another empty hole  in her body. “I’m better then you. And I will make you suffer.”

[hiddenhikikomori]

[wordmarked]

                                               we were one kiss away from killing.

[kawaiiyandere4ever]

[killdere]

[muse-with-fuse]

It’s just, nobody ever looked at me the way you did.

[your-yandere-girlfriend]

when he says you ‘need some space’

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repriiisal:

            [[ it isn’t long before she graces her with a smile                of her own; her head shakes, almost to herself.                she looks back towards her, her smile now so-                mething ugly, like she held a very powerful secret. ]]

               “well then, once I kill you, I’ll ruin you, then I’ll take him                 for myself. how would you feel about that, ayano?”

             [[ all of her spite and anger was all put into her words;                 she knew what she was trying to do. she offered an                 innocent shrug, the grin only widening further. ]]

                “it’s what you deserve, after all.”

Mayday. Abort. This is not what she wanted.

There’s a brief moment where her expression betrays the panic that erupts in the pit of her chest.

“You couldn’t.” She stated, before she could stop herself. The words left her like a venom-filled hiss, practically spit out at her. “He is above you-- he is so much better.” She snarled, lips curled like a furious beast. Which she was. “He would never stoop so low- He would  Never!”

To punctuate her words, she spit at her again.

[dcvoted-blog]

repriiisal:

          [[ teeth gritted; brows furrowed, and the edges of her              lips turned down, the rage burning her up inside. her              hand moved instead to her forehead, shoving her              head back against the chair; straightening, she wiped              the saliva off of her face, flicking it off. ]]

            “.. this could’ve been easy for you, you know.”          [[ it took everything in her power to prevent her voice from             quaking; she couldn’t let her know how much it truly angered             her - she may keep doing it if she knew. ]]             “all you had to do was sit there and look ‘pretty‘, but I see how              you want this to go. that’s fine. only, I’ll make sure your family             knows you’re dead. the boy will join you soon.”

A soft grunt slips past her lips. Curled into the starts of a cocky smirk. It got a reaction-- That's all she wanted. 

Her tongue brushed across her lips, an exhale of breath similar to a forced laugh leaving her briefly.  "If you kill him, you'll only unite us in the afterlife." -- Not something she typically believed in, but if her goal was to upset her, then she would refuse to be rattled.

Maybe, it would keep him safe.