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hello ! I wanted to ask if you could write platonic yandere Ada Wong ? Specifically headcanons, take your time and thank you !
𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑨𝒅𝒂 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔
A/N: Hello my lovies!💕 I hope you all are doig well! This is a very late response and I apologize from the bottom of my heart! Been through alot of personal issues which I won't dive into detail. This might be sloppy sorry about that, gladly point out spelling mistakes so i can fix them!
Ada monitors you constantly, she doesn't want anything to happen to her little baby. Using advanced technology to see where, when, what and who you are with, placing small washable trackers on your clothes that almost aren't visible.
If you confront her about the trackers she claims they are there incase you ever get kidnapped or taken away from her.
She also ''politely'' asks to go through your phone or any other device you have, claming she is just making sure no bad people are talking to you, ensuring that you’re not interacting with anyone she deems a threat.
𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭
Ada views your safety as a top priority and as a life-long mission she cannot fail. Ever since you were a baby she has been paranoid worrying someone will take you from her, giving silent death glares to people who get too close to you and even going as far as getting rid of obstecales
She is fiercely protective in her own ways. Threatning other parents to stop their children from spending time with you as they are ''a very bad influence'' on you.
𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠
Oh she is a master manipulator no debate. When you purpose a idea that involves leaving her for a while alone, Ada begins to slowly guilt trip you mentioning how you barely spend time with her. "You want to go out, sweetheart? After everything I've done to build this sanctuary for us? It’s cold out there... and people are so disposable. Don't tell me you've forgotten why I'm the only one left by your side."
Ada also denies every claim she caged and ruined your friendships, saying she was keeping you safe, that they would hurt you or she just denies it ever happened, claiming she has never done such.
𝐄𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭
When manipulation doesn't work, Ada resorts to a cold, professional form of emotional detention. If you rebel or try to hide things from her, she doesn't yell.
Instead, she becomes terrifyingly silent, withdrawing all affection and support until you are practically begging for her attention again. She reminds you of how "difficult" the world is and how lucky you are that she was the one who found you.
She’ll hold you close afterward, stroking your hair while whispering that your "rebellious phase" is just a sign that you need more of her guidance, not less.
𝐓𝐡𝐞 "𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐠𝐞" 𝐄𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭
Living under Ada’s roof means living in luxury, but every comfort comes with a price. Every door in the house is high-tech, requiring her biometric scan or a code only she knows to unlock.
She frames it as high-level security to keep "corporate enemies" out, but you quickly realize it's just as effective at keeping you in.
If you ever try to leave without her permission, the alarm doesn't just ring; Ada’s voice comes over the intercom, calm and disappointed, asking why you’re trying to put yourself in danger when she has provided everything you could ever need.
𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
Ada believes that the more people you have in your life, the more "clutter" there is to manage. She slowly begins to poison your perception of others. If you have a close friend, she’ll subtly point out their flaws or "accidentally" show you a text or a recording (that she likely faked or took out of context) to make it seem like they are talking behind your back.
She doesn’t just cut the strings to the outside world, she makes you want to cut them yourself. Eventually, she becomes your only source of truth, your only confidant, and your only friend.
𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝: This fanfiction is inspired by the characters and universe from the Resident Evil game series, created and owned by Capcom Co., Ltd. All rights to the characters, settings, and related content belong to Capcom. This work is a fan-created piece and is not intended for commercial use. All original content and ideas presented here are the property of the author. No infringement on Capcom’s rights is intended.
Thank you for respecting the original creators and their intellectual property.
Heyyy!!! I LOVE your blog omg!!!!!!! Are you taking requests??
This is a late reply but yes! I am, currenlty very behind scehdule but I my inbox is open, your requests are safetly placed in a private locked word documet so it does not get lost!🤗❤️
I would like to wish you all a very merry christmas!❤️🎄🎁
I once again apologize for my lack of posting, I have dealt with personal issues that I would not like to go public with, and spending time with friends, family and acquaintances. I personally wished to have spent more time with them aswell.
However, I want to wish you all a very merry Christmas, and wish you all well and that you take care, drink, sleep and eat enough my desrest❤️
Wondering where I have been do you? Well I have been drinking coffee slowly asking what I am doing with my life while studying medical terms.
I have a sneak peak for you all since you all are so nice and patient to me, my angels😇, regarding the fanfic I am currently working on! I am again sorry for my absence, nursing school is tiring.
But I want your opinion and possible recommendation. If you have any suggestions, write it down below in the comments, since I could really use your help😭🙏
Recently, W Korea hosted a breast cancer campaign to spread awareness. However that camapign led to drinking, partying and honestly looking more like a strip club or a silly teen party. Not that I am a fan of any of the actors, singers or bands but this is honestly heartbreaking.
All my empathy goes to everyone suffering from Breast Cancer, This month, I want to honor those who have lost their lives, uplift survivors, and support the fighters. Breast cancer is one of the most common cancers worldwide, and deserves more recognition and the survivors, fighters and those with relatives suffering from it deserves honor and respect.
I know this post may not do much, but I will remind you that your fight inspires us all and we'll be with you every step of the way. Small steps such as finished treatment, scheduling a scan, or even making it through a hard day is worth celebrating. I know healing isn’t always easy, some days are dark, some moments heavy. But every day you rise, you are proving that hope is stronger than fear.
𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐬 & 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩
If you or someone you love needs support:
Susan G. Komen - 1-877 GO KOMEN (1-877-465-6636)
Cancer.org (American Cancer Society (US) - 1-800-227-2345
Living Beyond Breast Cancer - 1-888-753-5222
National Cancer Institute (NCI) - 800-4-CANCER (800-422-6237)
Cancer Council Helpline (Australia) - 13 11 20
Macmillan Cancer Support (U.K.): 0808 808 0000
Canadian Cancer Society: 1-888-939-3333
Breastcancer.org
No one fights alone. Together, we can spread hope, awareness, and love.🎗️
I'm back. I have not posted a single post during this whole ass summerbreak almost. (I have been lazy) I apologize for all the requests I have left unread. I will read them and try my best to write them! (I am stuck on MOBILE. Not the best writing exactly as I myself personally prefer a laptop or PC! I hope you all understand and I would like to appreciate all of your patients and waiting🩷
Due to the recent events I have had a difficult time in private matters along with lack of motivation. I am aware this cannot be an excuse for my absence on Tumblr. I would like to apologize once again for my complete dissappearance as I had planned to write fanfics. I will say I will try my best to post new fanfics to everyone, along with responding to old requests.🩷
ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐Summary: You are a demon songstress who drains the harmony and voices of the living. As Gwi-Ma's favorite servant, you build and alliance with the Saja Boys, seducing the world with your siren voice. Your performances fracture unity and loyalty, threatening to bring ruin to Huntr/x's influence and destroy the Honmoon. As your fame rises, so does the possessive obsession of those around you, demons and devils alike.
: ̗̀➛Pairing: Yandere!Saja Boys x Demon!Reader, Yandere!Gwi-Ma x Reader
Warnings: Yandere behavior, emotional manipulation, obsession, possessive dynamics, mind control through music, implied soul manipulation, dark fantasy themes, competition/rivalry, and fanatical devotion. Mild horror and suggestive power imbalance.
𓆩⚠ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⚠𓆪 By choosing to read this fanfiction, you acknowledge responsibility for the content you consume.
This story contains yandere elements, including extreme possessiveness, obsessive behavior, manipulation, stalking, and graphic violence. Themes of murder and emotional control are present and may be disturbing to some readers. Please proceed with caution, this content is not recommended for the faint of heart or those sensitive to darker material.
🔪 If you're unfamiliar with what a "yandere" is, check out my Reader’s Guide linked below to better understand these themes and how I approach them thoughtfully.
You’ve been warned, lovely. Stay safe while reading! 🖤
They called you many things.
A siren. A thief of joy. A cursed muse.
But above all, you were his.
Gwi-Ma’s favorite creation. Born from dissonance and flame, your voice did not heal, it unraveled. Where harmony bloomed, you carved it apart with velvet notes and honeyed lyrics, scraping against souls until they fractured like broken glass. And the world listened willingly.
You stood backstage now, the crowd of fans roaring for you. Your lips curled, not in joy, never that, but in pleasure. Their excitement would soon wither into chaos.
A pale violet light pulsed from the stage, syncing with your heartbeat. The hum of energy beneath your heels, stolen from the souls of the faithful, vibrated like a low growl.
Behind you, Jinu Saja leaned against the wall, arms crossed, silver eyes pinned to your back like a dagger. "You’re going to steal the whole show again," he muttered, voice thick with something darker than envy.
"That’s the idea," you replied.
Romance Saja let out a breathy laugh. "She always does. That’s why Gwi-Ma worships her."
"That’s why we do," added Mystery Saja, stepping close, his voice a purr in your ear. You didn’t flinch, but you didn’t welcome it either.
"Don’t touch me."
His hand hovered, hesitant. "Of course. Just… enchanted, that’s all."
You adjusted your earpiece, ignoring the tension curling around the room like smoke.
The lights dimmed. The arena trembled.
Then
Your voice cut through the air like silk laced in blades.
"Why pretend we’re all the same? When some of us shine brighter… (shining brighter) Here’s a chance to find your flame Are you a loser or a fighter?"
The fans’ eyes widened. Their cheers turned into shouts, not of joy, but frustration. Fingers pointed. Voices rose in petty anger.
And you kept singing.
"Me and you, you and me Why don’t we see who is better? We don’t have to be one and the same thing"
In the balcony, Rumi narrowed her eyes. Beside her, Mira reached for her amulet. “She’s draining the crowd,” Mira hissed.
Zoey clenched her fists. “She’s turning them against each other. We need to move,now.”
They leapt from their seats, a flash of white-hot light trailing their boots as they prepared to descend.
Back onstage, your gaze flicked upward, catching sight of Huntr/x. Your smile widened.
“Oh, what’s so wrong with a little competition? Are you afraid of failing the audition?”
The stage exploded in sound. Saja Boys joined you, a synchronized choreography of shadows and chaos. Jinu stepped beside you, his voice joining yours in haunting harmony.
Their fans, now followers, cried for you.
In the deepest pit of the Underworld, Gwi-Ma's laugh echoed like thunder.
“You steal their harmony like breath from lungs, my jewel,” he said, flames licking the air around his maw. “Even Jinu is spellbound. But they forget you were mine first.”
The walls of his chamber trembled. His fire mouth gnashed like a smile.
“Let them love you. Let them want you. But none will ever take you.”
His flame flared red. His hunger grew.
“Not even the Saja Boys.”
You sat alone after the show. The green room shimmered in low red light. Voices of bickering fans echoed from outside.
Abby Saja appeared in the doorway. “You did well,” he said, eyes glowing. “Too well. Jinu’s angry.”
“Let him be.”
“He’s watching,” Abby said. “They all are. Gwi-Ma’s already threatened to swallow Mystery if he gets too close to you again.”
You looked up slowly. “Good.”
“I don’t think you understand,” he said, his voice no longer teasing. “They're falling apart, and you’re the thread they’re pulling at.”
“I’m the flame,” you said. “They’re moths. It’s what I was made for.”
Later that night, Rumi, Mira, and Zoey approached the Honmoon, where energy twisted like a torn veil.
“Fan numbers are dropping. They’re abandoning us,” Mira whispered. “They’re turning to her.”
“We’ll bring her down,” Zoey said. “Even if she sings like a goddess.”
“She isn’t a goddess,” Rumi said, unsheathing her blade. “She’s a weapon.”
Above them, your voice echoed from every rooftop speaker. In the shadows of the city, Jinu found you first. He was shaking.
“You didn’t tell me,” he said.
“Tell you what?” you said softly.
“That you were his. That you’d never be ours.”
You leaned in, eyes shining. “I belong to no one.”
And still, he knelt.
“I’ll burn this world down for you,” Jinu whispered. “Just say the word.”
Your smile returned. Soft. Dangerous.
“Good,” you said. “Because we’ve only just begun.”
This space is a quiet escape, where characters speak louder than reality and stories live past the last line. If you’ve found your way here, I hope you stay a while. Browse, request, read, or just exist. No pressure, no chaos just creativity and calm.
Some of my works explore dark, psychological, or yandere-inspired themes. If that’s not your thing, please take care while exploring. I include warnings and tags where necessary. Reader wellbeing is important here.
WHY THE FUCK DID MY DRAFT NOT FKN SAVE I SPENT HOURS ON A OLD DRAFR AND WHEN I CLICKED SAVE IT SAID "Something went wrong" AND ALL MY HARD WORK DISSAPPEARED. IS TUMBLR TWEAKING?😭
May you do yandere platonic gi Huns team s2? The reader is 20-22 she’s very sick can barley stand and walk by herself she needs to eat 2x then others and feels ashamed so she doesn’t ask for extra food. She sometimes coughs off blood but doesn’t want others to worry. She tries to act happy and calm so the others don’t worry about her but she’s very scared of dying and she joined to game to pay for her medicine but after the first game and she saw people dying she wants to go home back to her family (dae go and her is dating he’s romantic yandere and they met before the games and she’s protective of her because he already knew about her)
𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑬𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒕
˖🦢 ִֶָ་࿐A/N: Sorry for keeping you waiting and not answering requests! (╥﹏╥)
˚₊‧꒰აSummary:
Warnings: Yandere Themes, controlling behavior,
Parings: Yandere Platonic!Gi-Hun (456) x Fem!Reader x Yandere!Dae-Ho
If you're new and wondering what a "yandere" is, here’s my reader’s guide!
You don’t even know what you had gotten yourself into.
The moment that first shot rang out, the world tilted. Red soaked the tiles. Screams clashed with your frenzied heartbeat. People you’d met only hours ago were dead, just like that. The game had begun, and everything else faded. Your legs gave out, your body shaking violently, and not just from fear.
You were sick. Very sick.
You had signed up for this nightmare to pay for your medication. Two years of mounting hospital bills had eaten away your family’s savings, and you’d grown up too fast, too responsible. And now, here you were, too weak to even stand after the first game. You could barely breathe without pain stabbing through your chest. But you didn’t want to worry them.
“Dae-Ho,” you rasped as he helped you back to the dormitory area, his arm securely around your waist. His eyes were fixed forward, jaw tight with tension.
“You’re shaking,” he muttered.
“I’m fine,” you lied, curling your fingers into the hem of his shirt as he lowered you onto one of the metal bunks. He didn’t believe you. He never did when it came to your health. Dae-Ho knew you too well—because he had known you before this place. Before the cameras and the masked men and the impossible games.
He was the one who had encouraged you to stay away. He was the one who cried when you disappeared without telling him. And now, here you both were.
Gi-Hun’s group had noticed your fragility immediately.
Hyun-Ju sat beside you now with a wet cloth, wiping away the cold sweat from your face. “You shouldn’t have joined,” she said quietly.
“I had to,” you mumbled.
“We’ll get you through this,” she promised. Her voice was so steady, so sure, it almost made you believe her. But you could feel the weakness crawling up your spine. You hadn’t eaten enough. You needed more food, but asking felt selfish. So you didn’t.
But they noticed anyway.
Gi-Hun was the first to act.
You were half-asleep when he returned with a second tray of rice and soup, ignoring your protests as he placed it beside you. “Don’t argue. Just eat.”
You looked up at him, confused. “Where did you—”
“Don’t worry about it,” he said. “Focus on staying alive.”
He’d stolen it. You knew he had. He’d probably threatened someone too. But you were too hungry and dizzy to protest further.
Jun-Hee sat on your other side now, glancing between you and the others. “If anyone comes near her during the night, I’ll slit their throat,” she whispered. She was talking about the more dangerous players, Thanos, Myung-Gi, and the people were getting desperate.
You were just becoming another reason to fight.
You tried to put on a brave face during the second game, but your legs buckled, and Dae-Ho had to carry you through half of it. The guards said nothing. The other players murmured. But no one dared act—because behind you was the wall of the rebellion.
Gi-Hun. Hyun-Ju. Geum-Ja. Yong-Sik. Jun-Hee. Seon-Nyeo. And Dae-Ho, your lover, the silent soldier who never left your side.
You were their weakness. But also their drive.
They started planning ways to shorten the games. To manipulate the guards. To protect you, even if it meant putting others in danger.
That night, you coughed up blood in the dorm’s bathroom, one hand pressed desperately against the sink. You tried to hide it. You washed it down the drain quickly. But when you turned around.
Gi-Hun was standing in the doorway.
He said nothing.
Just stared.
Until finally, he muttered, “We’ll end this soon. I promise.”
There was something terrifying in his eyes. Not desperation. Not fear.
Conviction.
The games continued. People died. You got weaker.
Your hands trembled even when holding a spoon. Dae-Ho started feeding you quietly, refusing to let you lift a finger. Jun-Hee stood guard while you slept. Seon-Nyeo kept whispering protection prayers, slipping herbs into your pillow.
And Gi-Hun…
Gi-Hun began to smile less. His kills became more strategic. He watched you with a predator’s eye, not in desire, but in purpose. Like you were something sacred. Something his team was meant to protect, no matter the cost.
Even if it meant burning the whole system down.
Then came the riot.
One of the other players accused you of hoarding food. Said it wasn’t fair someone “so useless” got double rations.
Before you could blink, Dae-Ho had tackled them, fists raining down. Blood flew. You screamed, begging him to stop.
Hyun-Ju joined in. So did Gi-Hun.
It wasn’t just about defending you anymore.
It was about making an example.
“No one touches her,” Gi-Hun said, his voice barely audible over the gurgling of the dying man beneath him. “No one looks at her. She is ours.”
You started crying.
Not because of the violence.
But because you knew in that moment.
You’d never be allowed to leave.
The plan to overthrow the system began that night.
The guards were watching more carefully now, and so Gi-Hun, Hyun-Ju, and Jun-Hee crafted diversions. Explosives. Codes. You weren’t supposed to help, but one night you woke up coughing blood again, and when Dae-Ho tried to cradle you, you pushed him away.
“I don’t want to be the reason anyone dies,” you whispered.
“You’re not,” he replied. “You’re the reason we live.”
His eyes were dark. Obsessive. Loving in the most terrifying way.
You don’t know how long it will be before the final revolt begins. Maybe days. Maybe hours.
But as you lie on that cold bunk, surrounded by people who would kill and die for you, you realize something:
𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝: This fanfiction is inspired by the characters and universe from Squid Game (2021), created by Hwang Dong-hyuk and owned by Netflix. All rights to the characters, settings, and related content belong to their respective creators and Netflix. This work is a fan-created piece and is not intended for commercial use. All original content and ideas presented here are the property of the author. No infringement on the rights of Hwang Dong-hyuk or Netflix is intended.
Thank you for respecting the original creators and their intellectual property
Hi everyone ♡
First off, I want to sincerely apologize for being gone these past couple of months. I’ve been completely focused on school and preparing for my national exams. It’s been an intense journey, full of stress, burnout, and honestly moments where I felt like I was on the verge of tears. These exams determine almost 60–70% of our final grades, and just the thought of failing math had me terrified of summer school or being placed in a special program.
But... I DID IT! I passed my finals!!
I’ve truly missed writing and being part of this space, and I’m so grateful to everyone who stayed patient and kind during my absence. Starting July 1st, I’ll begin rewriting and returning to fanfic updates. Until then, I’ll be working on editing, organizing drafts, and refreshing old ideas!
Thank you for being here. I appreciate you more than words can say 🤍
