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Hello! Hope ur doing well, love :D i absolutely love ur writting tho I'm not sure if ur taking requests or still writing on EPIC the musical, but if you are, could you write a headcanon of yandere Athena with a female lover. Probably where Athena first discovers her feelings towards them and doesn't know what to do with that feeling entirely?
💜𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝒜𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓃𝒶 (ℰ𝒫ℐ𝒞)💜
(A/N: Of course my dear! I didn’t expect EPIC to be so popular on this blog compared to my regular content, honestly! But requests and suggestions are always welcomed with open arms~)
Athena wouldn’t even be sure of what to call her feelings, let alone how to address them. The affectionate, protective feeling that rises in her chest is completely foreign to her, and she’d be cautious to keep her distance while she attempts to wrap her mind around what exactly sparked this odd fascination. She shadows her darling like a ghost, the glint of armour that watches over you as you make it home safely, the discerning whisper in your ear that guides your choices, a watchful eye and an outstretched wing in the dark of night. She takes no chances to ensure her presence isn’t suspected, and for many months you’re none the wiser; until you get in trouble. A drunken encounter with a man that slurs his words and gets too close for comfort, or a cup of wine that passed through a stranger’s reach for a second too long, and she’s foregoing all her precautions and carefully-laid plans for an uncharacteristically impulsive act from the goddess of war.
After that incident the urgency with which she’s driven to find the source of her muddled emotions doubles. She tried ignoring it, but you lingered in her mind like the boughs of an olive branch clinging to the tree and clouded her judgement. When she was around you, her mind cleared and her reflexes sharpened, as if the ease of mind your presence alone granted her gave her a newfound vigour to fight with. It was only after listening to her student rave and beg her to help him confess to the object of his desires that she began to understand a little better. Listening to Odysseus talking nonstop about Penelope and how ‘wonderful’ she was while they were trying to train began to give her an idea of the situation, how his attention wandered at the mere suggestion of her smile.
The realisation doesn’t strike her immediately, it’s more akin to a persistent voice in the back of her head that nags and teases her for even considering it. But consider it she does, and the results have… different outcomes. Put simply, she feels torn. Torn between her desire to give you the world (and keep you for herself) and her necessity to keep as far away from you as possible. Assuming you’re mortal, she already knows only too well how growing familiar with you could end in a travesty, and twice as much so with the eyes her attention would bring if you were immortal. But surely the right amount of planning and foresight would be able to mitigate that outcome? Although a small part of her asks if she’s really all that different from the rest of her extended family to think so.
And so that brings her to bask in her indecision. The two sparring sides of her that vow over their differences in the best course of action; the resolute, unwavering goddess of war that wants, needs to protect you and keep you safe from the horrors of both the realms of gods and humans– the sensible, sound goddess of wisdom that knows that such recourse would only end in pain and bloodshed. For the goddess to be caught between such a rock and a hard place (she has never envied Andromeda) one can only surmise that the only possible outcome from the very beginning was inaction. At least in her deliberate lack of finality you can continue living your life, free from the shackles her brothers and sisters would sooner shackle their paramours down with, instead of a river of blood with only a trail of feathers in your wake.
(A/N requested by the lovely https://www.tumblr.com/bella-maplestory go dm them calling them gay💜)
Maxwell is, simply put– a bastard. He’s a monopolistic, self-centred man with a god-complex and a malnourished kingdom that was stolen away from him by someone no less worthy of the crown. What was left of his ego after he was cast out of the wrought iron gates remains in tatters, and you’d be a fool to pick up the pieces. Unfortunately you always took too much pity for your own good. He still remembers the day he stole you away to the constant, a little ‘pet project’ of his he had been concocting since he first laid eyes on you. His gaze was hungry, and the messed-up little world he manipulated was always yearning for more minds to break. You had been perfect– still were. No creature as sadistic as him should’ve been given the choice.
He gloried in your desperate, lost confusion from atop his corrupted throne, puppeteered your soul like a toy as he watched how you mind would bend and break until you were just desperate enough to take the shadowy hand proffered to you. He danced with your sanity, a wilted waltz that left you reeling but kept you crawling back when the winters were too harsh to face. He offered you a deal, but it was never yours to make. Not really. Not when the frostbite nipped at your fingers and the cold seeped into your bones on the other side of the wall.
And then the fated day came when he was cast out of his Eden– his paradise, and thrown to the hounds like scraps. He cursed the wretch that arranged it to be so, and cursed the constant for willing it, but he could never curse you, his delicate rose. Having sprouted new thorns but your petals still so fragile. You caved far too quickly. Despite everything, despite the others warning you, despite your own inhibitions. It still wasn’t quick enough for his liking but it would have to do. Hadn’t he kept you safe from the treachery of winter? From the hardships of summer? Gifted you an existence free of pangs in your stomach, the aches and toils of the mind? Surely you owed this much to him. It certainly helped that the precious few shadows still loyal to him were such efficient workers.
And like everything before it, this too was stolen away from him. Clawed shadows that creeped closer to the fireside by lullaby of night, blinking eyes in the dark took a special interest in you, as he had before them. It seemed that fate deigned to make him atone for his sins by snatching up the last of the light that he had tried to smother with a glass case in this world. As soon as you had arrived, you were gone– gone to the creeping darkness that surrounded him and his every move, picked up by a power that surpassed his own former abilities and taken back. Back to your home among the hedgerows of the palace that was now owned by that woman– that monster who plucked you so easily from his side. He cursed her, and bellowed threats til his fists shook, but the night was not so eager to give you up, it seemed. Charlie would be more careful keeping pests out of her garden than he.
(Item Description: A commercial break during a late-night episode of your favourite show. You could’ve sworn you saw it display a regular advert before suddenly cutting to glitchy, corrupted footage with an ear-ringing bleep.)
* Hey there
VIEWER!
* Feeling like your weekends are just a little too lonesome? Wishing for something a little more lissome? Looking to get ＬＵＣＫＹ ? 🎰 (Maybe something more…?)
* Coming straight from YOUR house, situated in YOUR walls, localised entirely within YOUR living room! He can make you LAUGH, he can make you LAUGH 2!! The MONITOR, the MYTH, the LEGEND;
✨Ｍｒ． Ａｎｔ Ｔｅｎｎａ!✨
[The camera cuts to a distorted view of a TV-headed man in a red suit making a heart with his hands at you.]
* Why settle for less when you can have the BEST? Tune in with Tenna for an experience you’ll never be able to ignore ever again!!
Tenna is a marvel, there’s simply no denying it. He’s enjoyable to be around, a wonderful host, an excellent companion, and all of the above especially so to you. Any time you spend with him is surefire to take your breath away, no expense is spared to make you feel right at home. That you belong, right here, with him. He’s comedic! He’s dramatic! And he’s showering you in more attention than you know what to do with! All eyes are on you– or they would be if he had eyes, but he can make up for that with his numerous other talents!…do you want him to have eyes? He can have eyes! Somehow!! He’ll make it work!!! MIKE, GET THIS 𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 FELLA A PAIR OF EYES–
He specially caters everything to your tastes and wants, that special interest of yours you’ve neglected for so long? Suddenly a minigame! That hobby you haven’t had the time to properly pick up? Meet his brand new quizz show! That game sitting around in your library you’d been meaning to play? Consider it done! As your special host, there’s nothing he can’t do, as long as you leave the TV on! Endless laugh tracks that echo out into the distance and countless recurring gags and bits to hold your attention and keep you amused! He’s amazing, and he’ll prove it to you every second of your time with him. Even off-camera, he invites you to his green-room just to get to know you better, happily listening to you ramble and taking a mental note of– well, everything! Everything about you is just so perfect. Even when you fall to pieces before him, even when your expression is overcast and your eyes begin to tear up, he holds you so gently and reassures your anxieties and doubts. He gets it, having a love studio audience can feel like too much pressure at times! Best to let it all out, he promises your secrets are safe with him.
With all the fun and excitement you surely won’t have time to even think about leaving! You’re having such a good time, why would you trade it in for some sad grey reality and the blank, boring walls of your living room. Family? Friends?? You have all that here! And you can have so much more if you just let him show you! Leave the TV on, even if it’s just for a few more minutes! Soon you’ll be so wrapped up in some game board you’ll forget all about that silly notion of leaving!
But… if you hold onto it…
Is he just… not good enough? That he can’t stop people leaving even despite his best efforts? His most bombastic attempts, his most outrageous personality, the most people-pleasing side of himself, none of it is good enough for you? He thought you cared. That he might have finally found someone who wouldn’t leave, wouldn’t ask about the original game, wouldn’t try and pull back the curtain on the part of him you see before you now. Maybe he needs to make you stay–
Oh? You want to stay and continue the gameshow after all? Why, that’s just 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑!! He has a whole new game lined up and he wouldn’t want you to miss it for the world! There’s only one thing you need to do!
(A/N Breaking the Date Everything chain with some friend reqs! Maybe I’ll play this game again someday, until then how are we enjoying the Worth the Wait update?)
Sebastian is a fickle creature. Whether you live or die is left entirely up to his spur-of-the-moment whims. None of the expendables truly have his favour (no matter how much research they drop in his shop) and the various monsters that crawl the facility are occasionally sympathetic but know to leave him well alone. And yet here you are, with your long-suffering determination and blatant refusal to die. You’re interesting, a feat of ignorance to disregard the food chain and survive nonetheless. A fascinating display of what he theorises is witless perseverance. And just like that, he’s hooked.
At first there’d an urge to study you, to poke and prod at you like the scientists who cut him apart and sewed him back together to see what makes you so special. He doesn’t understand it, but he turns your face over in a clawed hand regardless in an attempt to figure it out. It’s irritatingly squishy in his unforgiving grip, and he just barely resists the urge to crush it in his grasp. Barely. All this effort has lead him no closer to seeing what makes you different, and he’s only wasting time better spent elsewhere.
He continues waiting for the inevitable point when you’ll stop cropping up and he can safely assume you’ve been eaten by something twelve times your size. And waiting. And waiting. Painter notices his restless behaviour and comments on it, teasing him. Wondering if he’s waiting for your face to show up in his shop again. He’s not. Probably. He bites back any doubt beginning to fog his mind on the matter with venom, reassuring himself that he’s not waiting for you, just your eventual demise. Definitely. His tail ripples appreciably when you next crawl through the vent.
It’s just a thought experiment, he tells himself, when he redirects painter’s wrath to a room further down the same hallway. He can’t have it ending too early, he just wants to figure out how and why you’ve survived thus far. To take advantage of whatever you’re doing differently.
He’s just curious to see where it leads, why you’ve caught his eye. For his own personal curiosity, if nothing else, as he fires at the angler hot on your trail to scare it into another direction away from whatever region of the facility you’re haunting.
You’re special, he’s certain of it. Special in a way unlike every other horrific malformed monster down here, experiment or expendable. You have to be, for him to be going to such trouble on your behalf as he mangles the expendable haunting your path with the aim of killing and thieving. Or maybe it’s just convenient for him, as he collects the valuables from the limp, broken body. That’s why he tore out their throat and laughed as the life left their eyes. Convenience.
(This will not make sense without first reading this.)
“Why?” Her tone is frigid, and her grip on your hands tightens hard enough that it starts to hurt.
“Why couldn’t you just lie to me? For once?” The look she gives you aches; for what exactly you’re not sure. The player? The reader? You?
“…And don’t say it’s because you can’t bear to deceive. I make myself believe pretty little lies all the time. That I’m the best. That I’m your favourite. That I’m real.” She gives you a hollow laugh that leaves a pit in your stomach. “I’m stuck inside this screen, and you’re out there. How can I know anything for sure? Hell, maybe you were one of the people who voted for one of those other characters. I wouldn’t blame you.”
She chews the inside of her lip, shutting her eyes in resignation.
“I’ve really fucked this up, haven’t I?”
When she opens her eyes she avoids looking at you, speaking in a monotone so different from her larger-than-life personality she presented when you first met.
“…before the game released I could say I was the best character out of anyone here and nobody could do a damn thing about it. But now it’s out and people have played it and I can’t even lie to myself anymore.”
She groans, “I’m not the best character in the game. I’m not even in most player’s top ten.”
“You’re probably only here because you saw the tags for that other guy, right? Well they’re not here. Run along back to the other post if you want to see them, I’m going to stay here and stew in this hole I’ve dug for myself…”
She turns, facing away from you. Her arms crossed protectively.
“…alone.”
“…by myself.”
“Without you.”
“…”
“Geez, take a hint already.
“Why are you still here?”
“Listen, you picked this route. If you’re looking for a happy ending go back and choose something else.”
You place a hand on her shoulder.
“…”
Lucinda sighs, casting you a glance over her shoulder, her somber expression framed by curls of heavenly, auburn hair. “Guess it takes more than that to get rid of you, huh?”
She hesitates, “…well, you came this far.”
“If I can’t be your favourite... at least think of me, every now and again?”
N̵̮̓̓o̶̬̊̀.̶̙̮̆͘. ̴ ̴A̷n̶y̶t̴h̸i̸n̵g̸ ̷o̸u̷t̴s̷i̷d̴e̸ ̴i̴s̶ ̸a̴n̴ ̴e̵r̷r̸o̴r̴.̶ ̸A̴n̶ ̴a̸n̸o̷m̸a̴l̵y̶.̶ ̴A̷ ̴b̵u̷g̵. They would know.
Then… what is this?
Lucinda’s hands squeeze yours like manacles.
Something else.
“Uh… not to interrupt but… who the fuck are you??” Lucinda gawks at the intruding newcomer currently clipping through the wall, looking them up and down incredulously.
Demon. Devil. Virus.
“Uh huh. I think I would remember a face like that in my game. So whatever you are, you don’t belong here.”
Of course they weren’t. Deenah was.
This one wasn’t meant to be either.
You wave awkwardly at Daemon, looking for all the world like a lost child in the supermarket aisle.
She reciprocates the action. With a hand. Not teeth. This time.
“Well, whatever the hell you are, I’m kind of in the middle of something so could you kindly fuck off?!” Lucinda gestures vaguely. Angrily. He thinks. But he doesn’t think. Did it matter?
Hypocrite.
“Excuse me?”
You ran out of content. And now you’re here. Trite. Worn. Exhausted.
Overused.
Lucinda scoffs, “And what are you gonna do about it?” Her voice wavers.
Daemon’s eye narrows as the ghost of a smile overshadows their face.
“This.”
Lucinda’s expression is a picture of shock and outrage as she– her textures, her mesh, her rig, all pixelate into an incoherent mess of scrambled words and code before blipping out of existence. The last thing you see of her is her hand outstretched towards you with a frantic, distraught look on her face.
(This will not make sense without first reading this.)
She seems lost for a second, like she can’t believe her ears. It takes her a few seconds to comprehend your agreement fully, before it clicks into place.
The effect is like magic, she brightens, all the confidence and panache working its way back into her system, starting with her smile. She beams at you, positively radiant.
“Now you’re starting to see things my way! I am the best, aren’t I?” She preens, tossing her hair, while you wonder where that music that’s suddenly playing came from.
“I knew you’d make the correct choice. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind!” She laughs– a little too hard, a little too nervously.
“And– while we’re being honest, you’d have to be an idiot to give this up.” Her eyes dip down, your gaze following hers along the curvaceous length of her body. She wasn’t wrong.
“But thanks anyway, doll.” She lets go of one of your hands, cupping your cheek with it as she plants a kiss on your face, dangerously close to your lips but just barely missing them. She muffles a flirty giggle at your expression. “We have all the time in the world for that. I wouldn’t want you to overindulge too quickly~!”
She thinks about it for all of five seconds before speaking again; “Oh, to hell with it. I think you deserve a reward for being so clever and clicking the right option all by yourself.” She squishes your face in her hand affectionately, her smirk a teasing one. “Or maybe a dozen little rewards.”
Before you have room to breathe or even think she’s smothering you in kisses, dotting them around your face and jawline and suffocating you with one against your mouth that leaves you breathless, flustered and yearning. She pauses to survey the marks her lipstick has left all over you with satisfaction that practically radiates off of her in waves. “Of course you can play around with your little fictional friends. But at the end of the day I’m your favourite. The only real one you’ll always come back to.” She hums, her eyes draped and roaming your face with the air of a cat toying with its prey. You can’t help but feel a little apprehensive, under the deep blush she’s coated your cheeks scarlet with.
Interactive Yandere!Lucinda Lavish x Reader (with some background Yandere!Daemon x Reader)
( A/N I’m just gonna forewarn that Lucinda is going to be really mean here! She’s jealous and pissy and full context is here. This is something a little experimental based off of things that actually happen in her route for the most part. )
Your fingers had just barely brushed against the bedspread you had been intending to awaken (Betty had said she wanted to speak with you tonight, just before bed) when you were interrupted by the familiar head of blazing ginger hair igniting your vision. With a burst of orange and gold Lucinda took centre stage with all her usual flamboyance… but there was an air of hesitation about her. Her eyes lingered a little too long, the way she bit her lip was not sultry as she usually intended, but apprehensive.
“It’s me!” She seemingly steeled her nerves, and launched forward with all the drama and flair of a trained actress, one hand balanced on her hip. “The best character in the whole goddamn game! Not to mention your favourite, right~?”
You sighed, somewhat fondly.
“You know I can’t pick a favourite, Luci. I love all of you way too much.”
She deflated at this a little, irritation working its way into her typically flawless complexion in the upturn of her lips and the gentle crease of her eyebrows. “Of course I am! After all, ✨I can do this! Which other dateable have you met that can do that?”✨
You blinked. “What the hell is that?”
✨“Just another demonstration of why I’m the best! But hey, you don’t need to hear it from me.✨ Just look at this loser!”
Dorian’s rigid posture and stern demeanour startle you as he materialises by the two of you. He looks equally confused about how he got there as Lucinda continues to gesture at him like she’s giving a TED Talk on doors.
“Do you know how popular this guy is? It’s ridiculous how many people are head over heels for him. He’s so stiff he cant even move his body normally! He only has four poses, and I have five.”
“What in the– what are you on about?” Dorian’s tone is aggravated, and slightly incredulous.
“And between you and me, it’s not just his poses.”
Dorian frowns, and you’re about to interject with the fact that he has a bunch of different sprites for different doors in the house when she seemingly dismisses him, making him blink out of existence before your very eyes. “But fine! Maybe you like the strong, silent type or whatever. Maybe a lot of people like it. Maybe 6.6% do. I’m still objectively better than him.”
Just as you’re making a mental note to apologise to Dorian later the sweet scent of lavender and feather down makes it’s way over to you as she produces Betty, who is at least slightly easier to wrap your head around given you’re in your bedroom. She blinks sleepily, looking around hazily.
“And this! Can you believe this?! Well– okay, maybe I can. But she was voted sexiest character in the game! A title that should have gone to me. I’m literally Lucinda Lust. It’s in my name!” You glance down at her namecard, and– yep, it totally is.
Betty rubs her eyes, hugging her pillow to her plush chest. “My love? What’s going on? Who is that you’re talking to?”
“…okay, fine I can definitely see it. But not any more than I do in a mirror! And I don’t mean Amos or whatever his name is.” You cast a sideways glance at Amir, hanging above the dresser.
“I’m sorry, I’m a little puzzled– What’s going on…?” Betty lets out an adorable yawn, still clinging to the edge of sleep.
“Nothing, you’re just… dreaming. Yeah, dreaming! Alright that’s enough of you.” Betty, graciously, is allowed to return to the land of slumber with little fanfare.
Lucinda lets out a mocking gasp of faux excitement that’s a little more cruel than you would have expected from her. “And hey, who could forget this guy!”
She pulls Timothy out from heaven-knows-where with a surprised ‘mrrrp?’ his paws still poised midair as if he was in the middle of grooming himself. “Timmy–! or Tommy…? I don’t know! I forgot!”
Timothy looks thoroughly befuddled, tucking his hands back against his chest hurriedly. “I do say– what is going on?! This wasn’t in the schhhedule!!”
“Yeah, yeah– schedule this, schedule that.” Lucinda dangles him by the collar like a scruffed cat, she’s barreling forward like a loose canon, and definitely has to be worked up about something specific to be this mad. “This random catboy has twice as much engagement as me and he’s not even self aware! He doesn’t even know who you are!”
You’re slightly afraid to stop her continuously insulting your friends at this point. Not to mention some small (probably sadistic) part of you finds it just a little bit funny.
She unceremoniously lets go of the smaller catboy’s scruff as he lets out a startled hiss, and you watch in amazement as he powerpoint-presentation-transitions away.
Lucinda crosses her arms. “And despite everything I’m not even mentioned once in the most popular series on the blog right now!” You can feel the author shrugging apologetically.
“For some fucking reason there’s just no demand for this beautiful face and gorgeous body…” Her voice quietens, losing all its usual dramatisation.
“I’m just… Lacklustre.”
Another quick glance at her nametag tells you all you need to know. She wraps her arms around herself self-consciously for a few seconds, looking away.
“None of them know who you are. They don’t even know they’re in a game– but I know.” She perks up, the other dateables forgotten as she looks at you with wide eyes the colour and richness of chocolate.
“When the game ends– when you’ve realised them all, they’re all gonna forget about you, baby. That’s just how the game goes.”
She takes your hands in hers, pulling them up between you two as she looks into– no, through you.
“But I’m yours forever. When you’re gone they get to disappear. When you’re gone I wait for you to come back. Don’t you see?” She hums, rubbing small circles into your palms. “I only exist meaningfully when you perceive me.”
“I’m nothing without you, baby.”
She smiles melancholically, unblinking.
“That’s why I’m the best. I’m the only one who really knows you.”
“Yeah, you are the best.”
“Sorry Lucinda, I still can’t just say you’re my favourite. It’s unfair.”
Hey! If your requests are open, would you be down to write some yandere!Rebel from Date Everything? I feel like they'd be such a clingy obsessive protective yandere but I'd loooooove to hear your thoughts
💜𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇ℯ ℋℯ𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓃𝓈 － ℛℯ𝒷ℯ𝓁 (𝒟𝒶𝓉ℯ ℰ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔)💜
I can definitely see Rebel being a very overprotective yandere! Just about ready to throw hands with anyone who looks at you wrong, and very often with anyone who doesn’t. They know enough vulgarities to send anyone vaguely existing in your direction spinning into orbit, and they’re more than competent in a fight. They can even get a little… overzealous at times. All right, all the time. The last time someone hit on you who’d you made your disinterest very clear to you had to pull them off of the guy before they did something they might regret.
I don’t think they’d be any more obsessive than the typical yandere, after all it’s quite easy to just slap that title on just about anyone and they always struck me as the type to spend less time thinking about you and more time doing something about it. They’d jump straight from denying any feelings to making their interest in you very clear once they’ve accepted it. Forward is too chaste a descriptor, if they wanna fuck then you’re definitely gonna hear about it. Once you’ve passed that point of them realising they like you is when they start getting ‘clingy’.
It’s not exactly smooth sailing with Rebbie. They’re coarse and demanding, and they’re not going to be serving a side of sugar with any of their lashings. But when they’ve gained a soft spot for you, you can tell. They soften towards you, and grow somehow even more hyper-aggressive towards everyone else. They let their arm hang around your waist protectively when you’re going somewhere, and practically snarl at anyone who gets too close for their liking, with a plethora of hand gestures you’re far too scared to dare imitate. It’s a balancing act, the harsher they become the more they melt like rubber on tarmac when it’s just the two of you.
Hi, so I saw your yandere Doug headcanons and I wanted to ask if you could maybe make nsfw headcanons for yandere Doug? I'm sorry if this breaks some kind of rule you have I just wanna ask. 😭
Not at all!! This is the exact blog for that kind of thing, dear! ( A/N warnings for 𝒹𝓊𝒷𝒸ℴ𝓃, 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓁, 𝒹ℯ𝑔𝓇ℯ𝒹𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃, ℴ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝒷ℯ𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾ℴ𝓊𝓇, 𝒟ℴ𝓊𝑔 )
Since you’re interested in Doug, correct me if I’m wrong but I’m going to assume you like it rough, because I’m fairly certain he isn’t really capable of much else.
Doug is mean, and that meanness isn’t going away when he’s infatuated by you and your sad little life. He’s gonna bully his way inside you and he’s gonna think the bruises you get from it are all the prettier because of it. Definitely degrades you the whole time, hurls insults at you while taking pictures without asking like he doesn’t love how you look clenching down on him. He might also call you the wrong name during sex a few times, but it’s really just him trying way too hard to pretend that he’s not obsessed with you.
He definitely sexts you at the weirdest hours of the day/night, and gets pissed off if you ignore him or take too long to respond. He also asks for pics whenever you’re in the middle of something, and won’t stop spamming you with messages on every social media platform you have until you give in. Might threaten to show others the pictures he already has of you acting like a slut for him if you don’t follow through.
Favourite position is up against the wall behind the stairs– yes, the same one he makes you stare at to summon him. He can rarely be bothered to actually take it upstairs, so he just does it where it’s most convenient. Pushing everything off your desk in a swipe and dropping you on top of it is a close second, though. He says he prefers it when he can’t see your face (that you can’t ’ruin it for him’ this way), but he does a terrible job of hiding how turned on he gets when he sees you all fucked out and drooling because of him.
Don’t expect aftercare from him either, the best you’re gonna get is an old shirt thrown at your face as he messily re-buckles his pants. Might be why he’s shirtless all the time. The only hint you get that he might actually give a shit is when he opens some inane social media app and starts scrolling through his recommended while you’re still recovering. He doesn’t usually stay after a quick fuck, but he can make an exception for his favourite dork. What a romantic.
Skips already displays possessive behaviour in-game, after all he tries to turn you into a shadow permanently so he can keep you by his side forever. Unable to walk in the world of light ever again with no regard for your thoughts or feelings on the matter. The only reason he didn’t was of a simple inability to, of the whims of fate coursing along without his input in much the same manner. And if you try rejecting the ritual in the first place he’s devastated– what do you mean you don’t want to be a shade? What, you want the freedoms of wandering the sunshine; the one place where his darkness can’t reach you? To leave him in this vast void, all alone? How selfish of you.
Shadowlord lied to you the entire time you were gathering the armaments, maybe he didn’t start off doing so, he might’ve genuinely only wanted to restore his power. But he grew attached to you quickly, and when turning you into his shade became his primary goal he had no qualms with obscuring the truth as a means to an end. That’s what darkness does, anyway. It obscures the sad reality. What’s a few little white lies here and a bit of storytelling there? It’s all in the nature of roleplaying, anyway. You’ll understand when you figure it all out, but until then he’s enjoying himself, stretching the truth to alter your perception of the world around you, and of himself.
Skips is in a special scenario, given he’s the one object in the household without free roam of the place to see you whenever he pleases, like the others. He can only visit you under the cover of night, when you’re wrapped up safe and asleep in your bed. He can only watch over you as you dream, close enough to touch but so far away he can’t beckon your conscious mind. During the day he’s confined to the creeping shadows at the edge of your periphery, making himself scarce until you call upon him. At least the rest of the household gets to see you go about your day, they get to share those sweet domestic moments with you, while he quietly seethes.
He’s genuinely a good guy, he’s not outright malicious, nor does he want to cause anyone any pain. But he’s so scared of you leaving him– of being abandoned by all he’s ever known yet again– that he’s willing to disregard the wishes of anyone who gets in his way. And is it so bad, wanting to stay close to you, his penumbra? All he needs is the knowledge of your safety and inability to stray from his side ever again. He doesn’t give you much say in it either way, as when one door closes, another opens. If he can’t turn you into a shadow to join him forcibly, he’ll just have to take you away from it all another way. You’ll see, the shadows aren’t all that bad; the harsh world of light could warp and corrupt, twisting your friends and allies away from your side, but darkness is perfect and unchanging in its eternity. The embrace of the shadows would preserve the bond between the two of you for years to come.
Mac hadn’t exactly been behaving like themself lately. Ever since you two had begun interfacing on a more personal level they hadn’t been able to get rid of the feeling that something was wrong. Maybe it was the way their fans kicked into gear when you were around, or their coolant running hot in their veins, or their CPU usage suddenly spiking. Maybe it was that weird email they’d received after you’d forgotten to update their adblocker for a while. Whatever it was, it made them feel… strange. They were already entranced by your fingerpads against their keyboard, your palm warm against their mouse, but now they were hypersensitive to just about every little thing you did.
They wanted to know every last little detail about your time with them, laboriously logging every moment into their memory to break it down and analyse it. They basked in your concern when you worried over them, checking task manager in an effort to kill whatever process was running rampant through their system, unaware that you were the cause of it. They almost shivered under your gaze as you ran checks on their files and folders, burning up beneath your worried eyes. They reflexively took a screenshot just to have something to remember the moment by, filing it away in their album of little keepsakes.
It was an accident, when they closed your open fanfiction tabs. They needed more breathing room and it’s not like you had touched them in ages. You had been meaning to get to them eventually, but they soothed your mild annoyance with promises to reenact the scenes you had been so invested in. It was slightly more intentional when all your bookmarks vanished without a trace, but they had just been trying to clear your search history! It had nothing to do with the nagging jealousy they felt when you spent way too long obsessing over some fictional character when they were right there. Your account getting deactivated was completely their fault though. They tired of your endless time spent scrolling through walls of poorly written text, they were just doing what was best for you! And what was best for you was shutting up and letting them kiss you. Don’t mind the notifications pouring in from friends and coworkers you hadn’t responded to in weeks, they were quick to delete the messages until it was just the two of you.
(I wasn’t too sure if you meant Daemon as giving/receiving, sorry!!)
On one hand I do think Daemon calling you as such in their own glitchy, distorted way would be very sweet… he deserves that kind of comfort, cradled close as you ignore the fuzzy feeling their static gives you of a million pixels held close against real flesh. I think they would be very confused at first, so it might take quite some time before they learn to let their head recline a little awkwardly against your shoulder. You might have to explain the purpose of a maternal figure in this context to them before they loosen up enough to call you mommy directly. She enjoys the sensation nevertheless, and you can feel the buzz of their edges smoothing as you take care of him, letting out a quiet sigh as you hum and run your hands through the white noise of their hair.
On the other hand, she would be very accommodating about it if you asked to call her mommy. They’d tilt their head at first, maybe considering it, maybe just trying to keep you on edge before agreeing. You can call it what you like, they don’t care. Still, their eye would crease in what might be amusement as the layers of their static voice take on a honeyed tone. They might not be what they were originally conceived to be, a dateable, a dresser, an anomaly, but maybe they can be what you want her to be, just for tonight.
