This is a YANDERE blog all my works include it, if that is something that makes you uncomfortable leave now, works subject to but not limited to, obsession, possession delusion, manipulation, murder, ect
I don’t condone anything like this IRL, this is a highly romanticized troupe and I only fuck with it in fiction‼️
Absolutely no underage stuff‼️ characters will be aged up appropriately ie: Bnha characters will be grown/ Pro hero’s when I write for them
READER INSERTS ARE MY JAM !
I ONLY WRITE FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF FEMALE READERS, OF COURSE ANYONE CAN READ MY WORK BUT, as I myself am not a guy I don’t think I could write well for a male reader‼️
The yanderes I write will never be physically abusive to their darlings I hate that shit❗
Reaction’s have a 5 character limit
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI⛔️ 🤺U WILL B SLICED
WILL WRITE: YOUR OC'S IF SUBMITTED, POLY YANDERE, YANDERE HAREMS, ONE SHOTS, HC’S, REACTIONS, SMUT, FLUFF, ANGST+COMFORT, ECT, FEEL FREE TO ASK ABOUT IT IF IT’S NOT HERE BECAUSE AS LONG AS ISN’T ON MY NO NO LIST ⬇⬇⬇⬇ I WILL PROBABLY WRITE IT.
WILL NOT WRITE : ANYTHING UNDERAGE, ANY FORM OF HATE SPEECH, MALE READERS, ABUSE AGAINST READER FROM YANDERE’S, YANDERE’S CHEATING, INCEST, ANGST NO COMFORT,
🎬 FANDOMS I WRITE FOR
Anime: Naruto, My Hero Academia (BNHA), Hetalia, Jujutsu Kaisen
Comics: DC, Marvel
Horror/Slashers: Dead by Daylight, Scream, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, American Psycho, Creep, Slashers in general
Original Content: My OCs
This genre is one of my favorites so please feel free to request when their open and I’ll get it done as soon as I’m able 🖤🖤🖤
Okay YALL the time has come to end the series that started this blog what feels like ages ago, I love this story and while I plan for another chapter before the final one, the ending I have in mind absolutely has to mesh with your guy's opinions before I publish, I feel like yall deserve the ending you want so is there any interactions in the story you wanna see before it wraps? Anything of that nature? im thinking of writing multiple endings for each love interest but if yall want one canon ending instead i can do that!! pls lmk your thoughts thank you loveliesss byeeeee
Which Delmont surprises his family the most with how much he changes around his darling, Ricky or Marcos? I can see it being Ricky, with his family being shocked by how happy and soft he is with his darling (they didn't even know he could act like this forreal lol), smiling more than they feel he ever did before. I can also see the answer being Marcos cuz he goes from Mr. No commitment or strings attached to down BAD and stuck on his girl like glue, every other word out his mouth is his Darling's name and it's a complete 180 from his typical nonchalance in relationships.
These two stick out to me so I've been going back and forth between them but feel free to let me know if the answer to "who shocks the fam the most once they find their darling" is actually someone I wouldn't expect!
You're right on the money! Ricky is definitely the most obvious transformation, he softens with you in a way his family's never seen, when you come to the shop, no matter the reason, he visibly perks up, his shoulders relax and his jaw unclenches. No one would dare tease him about it though, they're too happy seeing their Ricky all soft and domestic and shit.
Hello! I haven't been on Tumblr for a LONG while and I sadly missed the opportunity to read the latest juice about the Delmonts. Apparently you were trying to do some sort of neighbor family rival(if it's not that please correct me-). I only wanted to ask... What was the idea behind it? Are they a family of five as well and each of them have their own target/enemy trying to take their Darlings from them? I have too many questions to ask, but I'll stick with just those.
--Your talents are beyond remarkable and I am grateful to stumbled face first on this art of yours. Thank ypu for taking the time to read this°•◇
You're so sweet thank you so much 🥹💓 I appreciate your kindness, so my og idea for a rival family for the delmonts was inspired by the fact that in all my aus for the delmonts they have no real enemies like they work so well together as a group no one can touch their darling, so I asked myself one day, what if someone could.
I wanted each of the delmonts to have a rival that represented their opposite, I'm rewriting them Bec I wasn't vibing with the first drafts I put out for them, if you have any more questions pls feel free to send in! ❤️
Not fanfic related but boy do I have something to SAY as a black cosplayer who just started posting I wanna say something to my fellow cosplayers who don't "fit the standards" or whatever racist bullshit trolls wanna say, YOU MATTER DONT LET ANY TROGLODYTE STEAL UR JOY miserable people are always gonna try to make you miserable like them, this type of harassment and bullying has already taken lives of people like you and me and our joy is resistance. You can cosplay anyone you want
Which Delmont do tears and a wobbly lip affect the most? Like, which Delmont is absolutely ALLERGIC to seeing his darling cry sad tears (like he has a physical, visceral reaction to it)?
Caspian cannot, I repeat, CANNOT handle your tears, add that wobbly lip combo and he's on his knees kneeling before you , even if he's not the cause of your sadness he's acting like it's his personal duty to fix it, it makes his heart HURT and you bet that pretty face of yours he's going into "how can I make my Honey smile again." Mode
Close second and I mean really close, is Marcos, he takes personal offense to your tears, if he's the cause he's literally on the floor at your feet crying for forgiveness, if someone else brought you to tears? Yeah babes he's in murder mode. That warehouse of his is getting used that same night.
TBH I feel like even when you did pull back on writing you still posted somewhat frequently and still answered a nice amount of questions in your inbox so honestly shout out to you for keeping the people fed despite all of the foolishness you had to deal with from your ex 💅🏾
OK, feel free to skip, but this is gonna be a bit of a long post explaining my absence over the last few years and like lack of posting so long story short I was in a relationship with a man who was jealous of his own shadow and hated that I wrote and hated that my attention was away from him so the entirety of that relationship I kinda had to like put my writing on the back burner because he’d throw a fucking hissy fit if I didn’t and anyways I’m out of that toxic ass environment!! Ya girl is free!! Im working on answering the asks in my inbox rn and look forward to going into this new year with YALL my LOVLIES
Down to business🤭. What type of girls are you into? Do you prefer fems or studs/mascs? What do you look for in a woman? I kinda want the answer detailed, I like it when you finally get to talk about yourself. Thank youuu. Feel free to ignore.
Im a sucker for a masc woman like yes please, but also fems are so pretty and perfect 😩✋🏼 honestly I go off vibes like if they feel like the Gomez to my Morticia that’s all im looking for 🫡
Inspired by your header: which Delmonts are the hardest to get off the phone? I feel like quite a few of them would be yappers that NEVER want to get off the phone with their girl, they'll have you go to bed with the phone on by your head as you fall asleep if they can. They wake up and call you first thing in the AM yappin', they take the phone in the shower with you on the other end as they talk up a storm, they beat up their family enemies with their phone up to their ear just chattin away 🤣🤣🤣
MANNYYYYYYYYY HANDS DOWN
he’s such a lover boy and cannot stand to be away from so if he has to? FaceTime 24/7 like he feels physically ill if he goes longer that 15 minutes without hearing your voice
Sunnyview felt like an ironic name for the town you'd settled in. The skies were always grey, no matter the season. It rained long and often, but you loved the weather. The constant taps against your window were a comfort. Plus, it gave you an excuse to stay inside. Don’t misunderstand, it's not like you were some kind of agoraphobic or shut-in. You just thought your fellow townsfolk were a bit...strange.
No matter where you went, it felt like you were being watched by a thousand sets of judgmental eyes. Every step was followed by something unseen. You'd never caught any particular culprit, but you trusted your gut. It said there was something wrong with the little town you'd settled down in.
With a name like Sunnyview, you'd think the locals were all smiles and “how are ya’s.” But they weren't. It was a really small town. Everyone knew everything about everybody. It wasn't hard to hear their unsubtle whispers about your past. They wondered why you'd come to the small Texas town from California. The football moms gossiped and speculated right in front of you. They were uncaring that you could hear them.
People wouldn't smile at you on the street, and the local baristas never learned your name despite going to the same coffee shop every day.
Then one day, you meet the town sheriff, and everything seems to change.
You'd come home after a long day of unsuccessful job hunting, your clothes drenched from the unexpected downpour that struck on your way home, hair clinging to your face in wet ringlets, bones aching, only to see that your small home was not as you’d left it.
The door looked like it had been ripped off its hinges. Your dog was violently barking at the inside of the house, drenched from the rain, his hair standing on end. You immediately panic before pulling out your phone and shakily dialing the sheriff's station.
Not five minutes passed before an old Chevy pulled up, the red and blue lights flashed across your face as you waved him down, through the flashing lights, you saw a tall man step out of the car, his sheriff's hat blocking the heavy rain, he approached like someone would a frightened animal, his hands raised in a sign of surrender, "Easy now darlin' My names Sherriff Hunt but you can call me Ashley." His voice was deep, his accent thick, you could see his blue eyes through the rain, and he seemed sincere.
You shakily pointed to what remained of your door. "I-I think someone broke into my house." He nodded, his eyes hard, his hand hovering over his pistol.
He stalked closer to your home with the grace of someone who'd been in this situation before.
Hand on his pistol, he steps closer to the home, confidence in his steps. He disappeared into the darkness of the house; it took him no time at all to sweep every nook and cranny. He found nothing and returned to you with a grim half smile, “Someone’s definitely been in there- you know anybody that fix to hurt ya’ darlin’?”
You shake your head no. ”I just moved here- fuck, this cannot be happening right now.” You press your hands to your face, a shaky, disbelieving sort of laugh escaping your lips.
His face softens, like he’s looking at something precious. “It’s gon’ be alright,” he offers a kind yet apologetic grin, “Let’s get you somewhere warm, I’ll get your statement and get this place checked out at first light.”
“First light? what am i supposed to-”
“Shh it’s okay darlin’..just breathe.”
Something in his tone makes you listen. Taking a few deep, calming breaths, you let him lead you out of the downtown area and into his pickup, not before calling your dog, of course. You didn't care that he was muddying up your clothes; you were just glad he was safe.
The rest of the night is a blur as you’d spent the night at the station, but you weren’t alone. Sheriff Hunt stayed by your side the entire night. He was a surprisingly good conversationalist, making you laugh and easing your tense shoulders with a simple southern pet name here and there.
They let you go home after a full day of investigating, it wasn’t until well into the night of the next day you’d gotten your keys back from the Sheriff.
The full moon hangs low in the sky, so close and bright, and a cluster of clouds cradles it; despite yourself, you couldn't help but feel a chill down your back at the hauntingly picturesque sight. Your granny always said bad things came out under moonlight, her words ringing in your ear as you let Mikey out. The dog had a preference for needing to use it as soon as you went to bed, so you let him out in the backyard beforehand.
Padding over to the kitchen, the cool August air of Sunnyview drifted in through the open back door. You ran hot naturally, so it felt good on your skin as you rummaged through your fridge for snacks. Just as you took a sip of the soda you'd scored in your search, you heard it, Mikey growing at something in the woods just beyond your fence.
He wasn't just growling, he was snarling, "What's wrong, Mikey Boy?" You call out, stepping barefoot in your backyard, the wet grass ignored as you rush to your dog. His hair stood on end, and he was crouched in a defensive position, practically drooling from just how hard he was barking at whatever he saw outside your fence.
As you grabbed his collar, he ignored you, continuing to snarl at the woods. You had to squint your eyes in the dark, but there was no mistaking the silver glint of two reflective eyes staring directly at you.
Are there any major ways that Cult leader AU Ashley Hunt differs from cowboy Ashley Hunt in terms of personality/how he approaches his darling?
OOOOH so cult leader! Ash is on a different level than our sweet cowboy. He's colder, more calculative, more manipulative, can sweet talk the townsfolk (cult) into jumping off a cliff with smiles on their faces. his hair is always slicked back and he's the town preacher. think fleabag but more texan
