HELLO BIG ANNIUCNEMENT! I’M MOVING THIS BLOG TO @shreddeddesires !!
I will not be posting here going further and will accepting requests there instead, the blog is still a WIP so please bear with me as I try to re-learn tumblr mechanics like custom tags and stuff (someone help how do I make sure the custom tags in my search correspond when I put them in the hashtags.)
Basically you should never post again in your life because your brain is a stupid horrible thing. yandere kokichi? really? what will your stupid brain go to next? ur an idiot ur way of thinking is dangerous your voicr is dangerous and you should delete social media and sit in your room and not move and not come out. i love you so much ray you're the best you're a great friend keep it up
Hey guys this is the possible new mod 🤑🤑🤑
Tht’a my dear friend sending me anon hate, say hi to them
Hey guys b4 i get started on any request, please send more in!!
Also, my depiction of yan Kokichi is so goddamn horrendous that I might just rewrite the whole damn thing. It’s so disgustingly mischaracterizing and jeopardizing Kokichi’s character, I cannot understand how in gods name i thought of him that way💔
Also, would you guys like me to di the thing where creators like make custom tags for searches??
★﹒ Sypnosis : You could barely tell if the figure looming over you was your best friend Atsushi, or some lovesick maniac who felt that the only way to get to you, was to make you suffer.
★﹒ Warning : Gore, sharp objects, blood torture.
This is a very very VERY OOC Atsushi! I just came up with this while listening to a song, and i thought it would be funny if I wrote it with Atsushi isntead of Dazai or Fyodor— since it’s not everyday that you see a violent yandere Atsushi.
Atsushi’s always been so kind. Coming from a tough childhood, he naturally became rather soft.
He’d never wish the torture he went through upon anyone, especially not you.
You were his savior, his deity, his night in shining armor. He’d rather kill himself than ever lay a hand on you.
Atleast, that’s what he said
He said he’d always protect you— that he’d always be by your side no matter what.
Then why was he doing this? Why was he keeping you locked up? He always reassured you that this was for your own good, and that he loves you unconditionally! But it started to feel less like love, it was just a one-sided obsession.
You felt like a dove in a cage. Instead of flying and exploring the world like you were supposed to— you were mercilessly taken and locked behind thick metal bars. But in your case, they were handcuffs trapped to the bed frame.
From that day on, you were his.
He tried everything to make you reciprocate. Affection, cooking, romantic dates, spoiling you rotten, but you just wouldn’t comply. You were too focused on the fact that your best friend was your captor. Was this his twisted way of showing you that he cares for you? Taking you?
Atsushi became more impatient with time. His lovable and adorable personality faded, too. He grew irritated. It’s something you never expected from him.
Eventually, he went straight to the agency for help. Being rather vague about it, he asked how he could make someone reciprocate his feelings. Many different people gave him many different answers, but one certainly stuck with him.
"Chop off their limbs. That way, they’ll have to rely on you." Yosano smiled.
At first Atsushi was appalled by the suggestion. Hurting you was completely out of the question! No way in hell would that thought ever cross his mind. Surely the doctor was joking, right?
But he slowly began to actually consider it.
You were so ungrateful, it hurts. He was nothing but kind towards you! He wanted to show you nothing but love and appreciation. But nothing went through to you.
Atsushi cried in defeat. This was the only way. If you didn’t want to just love him already, he’ll do it the hard way. The one he swore he’d never do.
Pain.
Atsushi made his way to the brunette, Osamu. He stared at him and finally broke the silence.
"Dazai, if this isnt too much to ask, could you… please cover something up for me?"
"Eh? Depends on what.” Dazai grinned.
"Something I’ll never forgive myself for. Ever." He clenched his fist.
"Atsushi-kun?”
"Just! Please! It’s all I’m asking..! Please."
"Hm. Maybe."
How long has it been since you’ve been outside? The only thing you could do was look out a window. Atsushi wanted to prevent you from completely losing it— so he still gave you a view of the outside.
Loud footsteps echoed through the hallway. You quickly shot your head towards the door, hoping it was someone other than your kidnapper, but you were out of luck.
He ran towards you, tears in his eyes. He was frantically sobbing while repeating your name.
"I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry!" He repeated.
He embraced you, tightly. Was he gonna let you go? Maybe he realized how insane he was being!
But that wasn’t it.
"Nakajima, what is it?” You questioned.
"I’m sorry for what I’m about to do. I love you, please remember that."
He walked off to grab something, then hit you on the head with it. That was the first time he’s ever hurt you.
You woke up, your head pounding from the pain. You were stripped down to a metal bed. Beside you was Atsushi, looming over you.
"You’re awake! I was really scared.. and worried."
There was a long table accompanying him. He reached out for a knife and got uncomfortably close to your face. He was still shaking as his grip tightened on the utensil.
"Atsushi?"
He was still hesitating. He wiped away some of his tears.
"Atsushi, please. Don’t hurt me! You don’t have to do this. We can work this out-"
"No! I… already tried that. You wouldn’t listen. I.."
Atsushi backed up and pointed the knife towards your wrist.
"Maybe doing this will help." He quickly stabbed it into your wrist, panting. He look horrified. But then his expression turned blank
You screamed loudly, tears flooding down your cheeks. He covered your mouth with his free hand and pushed the knife further in, making a thrusting motion, trying to force the knife through your flesh and bones.
"Hold still, sweetheart." His frown turned into a grin.
Soon, your left hand was on the bed, blood rapidly pouring out. The weretiger was quick enough to patch it up and wrap bandages around the wound.
"I’m sorry." He mumbled.
He lifted up the knife again and harshly stabbed it into your other arm, earning another scream from you.
It felt horrible. All you could focus on was the aching pain in both arms. This wasn’t Atsushi. He would never hurt you like this.
He panted and took your other arm, patching it up. He was still sobbing. He coughed a little and moved onto your legs.
“ATSUSHI!” A distressed cry left your mouth. It startled the white haired male. “Please! Please, get Yosano! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, just stop hurting me, please! I beg of you!”
“I can’t back out now.” He growled. He then harshly shoved the knife into your knee, using all of his force to cut it off.
While screaming in pain, you heard faint footsteps coming from the hallway, with a familiar voice being there.
Was that.. Dazai?
“DAZAI! DAZAI!” You screamed at the top of your lungs.
Atsushi shushed you by covering your mouth and putting his pointer finger on his lips.
“He’s my alibi. He’s not here to help you.” He lowered his hand and patched up your leg.
“This is the last one! Then I’m all done with you. You’ll love me after this. Please.. please just say you love me back!” He pulled your shirt, almost screaming at you. He was stressed out.
“I LOVE YOU! JUST PLEASE.. TAKE ME TO YOSANO!” You cried.
“..No. I’m not stopping now.” He sobbed and harshly stabbed the knife into your remaining limb. He quickly cut it off and patched up.
You were in so much pain. Atsushi untied you and cried into your shoulder. The guilt had finally gotten to him and he could do nothing but cry. You were too hurt to cry. You wanted to, but nothing came out.
The door opened and there stood Dazai. His eyes navigated towards you two. He walked over to you and grinned. He pat Atsushi on the back and comforted him.
“Don’t worry, Atsushi-kun. I’m sure they love you now!”
Dazai leaned closer to your face and pressed a soft kiss onto your cheek.
I would love Yandere! Angie with stoner! Darling like the darling doesn't really care most of the time and is like high a lot😭
I can already see it 😭😭. Anon, you’re a genius.
Angie Yonaga with a stoner! Darling.
Pairing: Angie Yonaga x reader
Warning: dr*g use.
⟢﹒ Angie’s personality is a huge contrast to yours.
⟢﹒ She’s so full of energy, she’s smart, cheery— and you are extremely relaxed. Well, you’re relaxed due to the fact you’re the textbook definition of a stoner.
⟢﹒You’re usually high. But, there are occurrences where you’re not. Which, you don’t act too different. You’re relaxed and laidback.
⟢﹒It comes to a surprise that you and Angie are so close. The fact that you two were opposites of each other would make people think that you two just didn’t click— but somehow, it worked.
⟢﹒You and Angie began to hang out more. And because you were so calm, you made a perfect model for her paintings! You two mainly bonded because Angie painted you a lot.
⟢﹒You giving her a simple thumbs up was enough for her. It made her extremely happy.
"Thank you for being Angie’s model, Y/N! You truly are a blessing!"
⟢﹒Occasionally the smell was rather bothersome. But she learned to put up with it. Even if it was just the ordinary smell of marijuana, it was unique because it’s from you. It’s what makes you unique and she loves that.
Hey y’all! Sorry for all the people who’s requests have been sitting in my askbox for like a year now. I’ll finish an Angie request and then I’ll start writing the older one’s. For the people who are atill here, thank you so much for sticking with me despite my year long hiatus. <3
Also I might just starts properly tagging things so they’re easier to find!
