We welcome you, dear viewer, to the musings of the manic musical many. Here you may find mad thoughts from a flamboyant few residing in one body. That is to say, we are a system.
This is a yandere blog, and we do not censor ourselves in our art. Music, writing, photography - no matter the chosen medium, this collective does not water anything down.
You may refer to us with masculine or neutral terms and ey/them/he pronouns. We are 19 years old, and kindly ask minors do not attempt to pursue us.
"Because to influence a person is to give one's own soul."
Meet the cast !
Jay: A musician of many muses, one on yanblr himself! Refer to with he pronouns, or if you're close, you may ask for more. Often also dabbles in writing and photography.
Lucian: More physical in their art, a big fan of the color red. Be more cautious with his one. Any pronouns.
William: One of the older and wiser of the crew, he adores the blending of technology and art. An actor and techie, above all devoted. He/they.
Vox: Actor, journalist, God. With an inflated ego and passion to match, he worships his equal with the fervor of someone below his rank. He/him.
Spencer: Frequent writer and photographer, full time stalker. A skilled investigator, a brain that never stops analyzing, he's built to know someone inside and out. He/any.
why are you apologizing to me? youโve done nothing wrong, dearest. if they told you before you needed to apologize for being yourself, then they were wrong. youโre perfect as you are. please believe meโ iโd never lie to you, my light.
They tell you obsession is a sickness. I call it the only honest religion.
Love without fixation is just politeness with extra steps. I don't want polite. I want to be the name your nervous system recognizes before your conscious mind does. I want to be the thought that hijacks your 3 a.m. silences and the reason your phone feels heavier when I haven't messaged. I don't just want your attention; I want your reflexes.
Some people bring flowers. I bring an itemized memory of every conversation we've ever had, cross-referenced by your mood and the weather outside your window. Some people flirt. I profile: the way you type slower when you're sad, the specific punctuation you use when you want me to ask what's wrong, the exact hour your loneliness peaks and your messages become confessions. I don't guess how you feel. I study it, like scripture.
If love is a fire, then let me be the arsonist. Let me be the one who burns your exits down and hands you the ashes like a promise; you don't need to run anymore. I'm already here. You think that's a threat? It's the softest thing I've ever offered anyone: the certainty that you will never be abandoned again, because I physically do not know how to stop wanting you.
Call it toxic. Call it pathological. But don't call it temporary. My brain doesn't do casual. It does permanent. It does all-consuming. It does you, on a loop, from every angle, until I've solved every variable except how to stop; and I stopped trying to stop the moment I realized you weren't a problem I wanted to solve.
So yes, I'm the red flag. I'm also the safest house you'll ever sleep in. I'm the monster under the bed who learned your favorite lullaby. I'm the danger and the devotion, and they both wear the same face: mine, staring at you across every room you'll ever enter, thinking finally, finally, someone worth losing my mind over.
I think much of my personality can be summed up with our url. "Obsessive compulsive devotion."
When i love, it's with an intensity that borders on insane. It takes over my thoughts, my every waking moment, my dreams. I'm then driven to know everything.
It's compulsive, the way i check your blogs over snd over and over. I check if you're online, I reread our talks, I spam. I need to have your attention. I need to know more. I need you to ease the anxiety vibrating in my bones and bring me to a calm stillness.
Such a pretty crier . No one but me should see you cry , I want to lick your tears and collect them . Take pretty pictures of you sobbing with a face full of salty sweetness , all for me .
