Just released the newest page on chapter 2: page 4! On Wattpad
After (Y/n)’s daring escape, she comes to a slow, sick realization that love isn’t supposed to feel like a cage. (Y/n) realizes she has to leave—even if it means running into the dark.
Read Page 4: The Hunt from the story ᴰᴱᴬᴿ ᴾᴱᵀᴱᴿ by Pier33washere (Pier 33) with 4 reads. mentalillness, readerxcharacte...
I just redesigned my book cover on Wattpad, and I’m honestly really proud of how it turned out. It feels so much more like me and captures the story in a way the old cover didn’t. No disrespect at all to the original creator of the wallpaper—I’m still grateful for it—but this new version reflects my vision better. I love this style so much that I’m definitely keeping it for the rest of the book (and probably future ones too). 😉
And don’t forget to check out my book on Wattpad: Dear Peter
Here’s the new cover:
Pretty tame and simple, I know. But I love it so much!
I Hey y’all, first—apologies for vanishing into the void like a responsible adult who doesn’t exist. Life happened. Mostly personal stuff. Also, apparently I fell victim to the infamous “AO3 curse”
BUT! Plot twist: I’m back. And for real this time. Your girl has been writing again and drumroll please… I’ve updated “Dear Peter” on Wattpad! Expect shiny new pages and chapters dropping soon, because I finally remembered how to adult…sort of.
Motivation has returned like a caffeinated cat, and I’m officially halfway through my book! As for a sequel… your guess is as good as mine, but let’s be honest, we all secretly hope there’s more chaos.
Thanks for sticking around, laughing at my nonsense, and waiting while I dealt with the curse of disappearing writers everywhere. You guys are the real MVPs.
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ But here’s the new page on my Wattpad post—Chapter 2, PAGE3!
❗️spoiler❗️
Read Page 3: The Bad in Each other from the story ᴰᴱᴬᴿ ᴾᴱᵀᴱᴿ by Pier33washere (Pier 33) with 5 reads. suspense, fanfic...
Just finished stuffing myself with Chinese takeout (I’m so bloated, send help 💀). Anyway, I heard through the grapevine that someone’s been waiting on a Yandere Pomni x Female Reader request! Sorry this one’s coming a little late, but I finally pulled through for you. Hope you enjoy these headcanons/snippet @chipi-chupi-chips 🫶✨
Pomni starts off as the reserved, awkward type—but once she finally warms up to you and lets her guard down, that’s when her true, chaotic side comes out. Around you, she’s not just comfortable—she’s unhinged in the best (and scariest) way.
(TADC) Yandere Pomni x Female Reader (Fluff/Angst) [Snippet/short headcanons]
More (TADC) content from my page here: (TADC) Yandere Cain x reader and here: (TADC) Yandere Zooble x female reader
Oh, and here too: Dom! Caine ✦ The Amazing Digital Circus
TW: obsession/possessive behavior, jealously/manipulation/gaslighting, stalking, paranoia/mental instability, violence/implied threats (towards others who get close), clinginess/dependency themes, (horror/Yandere twist)
𝙿𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚒 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜
At First ✨(sweet + clingy): →
She starts out nervous, almost shy around you—trying to make you laugh, sticking close but acting like it’s “just coincidence.” She’s needy for reassurance and gets jealous fast, but masks it with awkward little jokes. Think “hehe… you’re not gonna leave me for them, right? haha… unless???”
Attachment Grows🫂: →
She slowly wants to be your only person. If you talk to others too much, she’ll sulk or pout, guilt-tripping you in this passive-aggressive way. She’ll hover around you like a lost puppy, always trying to insert herself into your attention.
Losing Sanity🌪️: →
When she feels like you’re slipping away, she flips. The cute awkwardness turns into paranoia—she overthinks everything you say, stalks your movements, and starts snapping at anyone who gets too close to you. Her emotions swing between sobbing, apologizing, and threatening.
Extreme Stage 🎭: →
That “sweet Pomni” mask cracks, and she becomes terrifyingly possessive. She’ll gaslight you into thinking you need her, cut you off from others, and if pushed far enough—violent outbursts against anyone she sees as competition. But with you, she’s all ‘gentle hands, shaky voice, begging you to never leave her.’
Basically: 🃏 Sweet awkward clown → jealous puppy → paranoid obsessive → clingy psycho who’ll do anything to keep you.
Scenario (of this loser crying for you):
Ragatha’s lips are moving. I know she’s talking—she always talks when she’s worried, that soft motherly tone that feels like a warm blanket—but the words don’t reach me. I’m nodding, maybe, or at least I think I am, but I can’t really hear her. Not when my head is already somewhere else.
You. You’re all I can think about. Even when I try to focus on Ragatha, even when I try to listen, it’s you who fills the silence. The thought of you laughing with someone else, forgetting about me, leaving me behind—it burrows into my chest like a parasite, chewing through every other thought until there’s nothing left. What would I even be without you? A glitch in the background, a name no one says out loud. A clown collecting dust in the corner of someone’s memory.
I imagine your face, the way it softens when you look at me, and my heart squeezes so hard I almost whimper. I want to grab it, hold it, never let it slip away. If you forget me, if you let me fade into the noise of everything else, I’ll disappear. I know I will. I won’t survive it.
“Pomni?” Ragatha’s voice cuts through, sharper this time. I blink, startled, and realize I’ve been staring right through her. My painted grin feels stiff, like it doesn’t belong to me anymore.
“What?” The word stumbles out before I can stop it.
Ragatha leans back a little, frowning, her stitched hands fidgeting with her dress. “Did you not hear what I was saying? I’ve been trying to tell you—you can’t keep doing this to yourself. It isn’t healthy.”
Her voice shakes at the end, and that guilt should mean something to me, shouldnt it? But it doesn’t. Because the only thing pounding through my head is still you, you, you.
“Ah! Pomni, you found my blue cheese!”
I jerk my head up in confusion just in time to see Kinger shuffling into view, cradling a moldy hunk of cheese like it’s a newborn baby.
Ragatha presses a hand over her face with a groan, muttering something under her breath about timing. But I can’t even laugh. Not now. Not when the only thought screaming in my head is—
Just a heads-up: my inbox is totally overflowing with request messages right now. Because of that, I can only pick the ones that really grab my attention—or ones I think will catch a lot of readers’ eyes in certain fandoms.
I can’t accept every request since there are just too many to keep track of, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t try! Go ahead and send one anyway—you never know, I might just see it 👀💗
I hope you don't mind me ask this request but can you do Yandere Pomni x Fem reader headcanons please? I barely see content of her x reader
Thanks so much! ♥︎
And also thanks for giving Zooble content it was the best of the best 10/10 TToTT
Of course I don’t mind at all! 🥺💖 I’m so glad you enjoyed the Zooble content, it makes me really happy to hear that. And omg you’re right, there’s barely any Pomni x reader stuff out there—she definitely deserves more love. I’ll definitely work on some Yandere Pomni x fem!reader headcanons for you 💕 thanks for the sweet request!!
Was thinking of making a small snippet of Jeff, Ben, and E.J. Just wandering through the woods looking for the Rake to kill cuz Slenderman sent them to go look for him. The whole time, they’re just on a quest for this naked dude—the Rake—while Ben and E.J. straight-up make up mating calls to try and attract him.
Supperrrr random, but I got inspired after watching that scene in The Angry Birds Movie where Red, Chuck, and Bomb are climbing mountains just to find Mighty Eagle. Lol.
caine is the kind of man who can make you laugh until your stomach hurts—goofy, dramatic, always teasing, always turning everything into a joke. but the moment it shifts, the moment your flirting lingers a little too long and the door clicks shut behind you… he changes. 👀
all that chaos melts into something sharper, steadier. he gets flustered, sure, but it doesn’t last. there’s a side of him that only comes out in private—serious, commanding, the kind of soft dom energy that leaves no room for doubt. playful enough to keep it light, but firm enough to remind you exactly who’s leading. That’s how I totally view this little freak.
So here’s an example/headcanon&snippet: ☟
Dom! Caine ✦ The Amazing Digital Circus
ᴍᴏʀᴇ (ᴛᴀᴅᴄ) ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ
Pairing: Dom! Caine x Fem! Reader
🎪MDNI — drabble (maybe), not proofread, just brainrot. Caine being flustered when teased, but the second sex starts he flips the switch. overstimulation, rough pace, but soft aftercare.
✦ . ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ contains sexual content ✦
Dom! Caine: flushes crimson when you lean in too close, whispering some stupid little tease in his ear. He laughs it off at first—all cards, all tricks, all games—but the moment you press too far, his jaw tightens.
Dom! Caine: doesn’t stay bashful for long. The second the bedroom door closes, his voice drops, slick and sharp. He’s on top before you even realize, hands trapping your wrists above your head. No question, no hesitation—just control. “Stay,” he growls, and it’s not a request. Your body stiffens, because fighting him isn’t even an option.
Dom! Caine: dig into your hips with just enough force to leave marks, dragging you against him, making every nerve scream. His thumb brushes over the sensitive skin of your neck, and he watches you flinch, smirk dark, dangerous.
Dom! Caine: doesn’t need to speak much. His eyes, the tilt of his jaw, the set of his shoulders—it’s all dominance. When he leans closer, his breath against your ear is a command. Every movement is precise, measured, designed to keep you off balance but wanting more.
Dom! Caine: loves to push you over, to make your nerves scream for more. His teeth (literally) on your neck, teeth brushing, hands squeezing, dragging, teasing… it’s too much, but somehow not enough. You’re trembling, gasping, desperate, and he notices every second, savoring how easily he has you undone. Even when your body is screaming, shaking, trembling, he doesn’t ease up. Hips press, fingers dig, mouth claims. “Not done,” he growls, and it’s not a question. He wants you undone, overstimulated, lost in him. And you are—utterly, completely, deliciously lost.
Dom! Caine (Aftercare): He doesn’t pull away immediately. Instead, he keeps you pressed close, arms wrapped around you like a shield, hands gentle now, stroking your back and shoulders. No pressure, no commands—just presence. Eyes soft now, he studies you, not with dominance, but with something rarer—care. He murmurs little affirmations—“Good… you did so well… I’ve got you”—each word slow, deliberate, almost hypnotic in their tenderness. His chest rises and falls against yours, heartbeat steady, a tether to calm, and it’s intoxicating in a different way.
As requested, I put together a Yandere Zooble x Female Reader (fluff) piece for @zinnia1506 🎪
I can’t really see Zooble as the typical “bloodthirsty” yandere type—plotting murder or going off the rails just doesn’t fit them. Instead, I imagine Zooble’s yandere side showing up in quieter, more grounded ways: protective, affectionate, and with subtle hints of jealousy. They’d never go overboard, but they’d absolutely stand guard over the person they love.
To make it feel more like something that could naturally happen in the Digital Circus, I also added a touch of angst—specifically, the idea that the reader might actually prefer spending time with other characters instead of Zooble. That little detail gives their protectiveness more weight, and it adds a bittersweet edge to their softer moments.
They’d never outright hurt you, but the thought of losing your attention? That’s enough to eat them alive.
(TADC) Yandere Zooble x Female Reader (Fluff/Angst) [Snippet/short headcanons]
More (TADC) Content from my page: (TADC) Yandere Cain x Reader
Zooble doesn’t shout or get aggressive. Instead, she clings through presence. She’s always near you, sitting at the same table, leaning against the same wall—never overbearing, but never far.
Zooble isn’t the type to waste time with shallow chatter. If she talks to you, it’s because she genuinely wants to know you—your thoughts, your quirks, the little things that make you… you. She notices and appreciates the quiet gestures you make around the circus, even the ones others overlook. A held door, a small smile, a word of encouragement—nothing slips past her, and she tucks those moments away like they’re treasures.
Their Protective side →
Her protectiveness doesn’t come with violence, but with quiet interference. Zooble won’t let you be dragged into things you don’t want, always finding subtle ways to shield you from stress or chaos.
When Caine tries to rope you into another one of his exhausting games, Zooble steps in, crossing her arms. Her voice is calm, flat, but leaves no room for argument:
“She’s not doing that today.”
Affectionate side →
Zooble’s affection is simple, but heavy with meaning. She doesn’t drench you in words or touch — instead, she lingers in ways that make her feelings obvious if you look close enough. For Zooble, affection isn’t about grand gestures; it’s about quietly proving, over and over, that you’re her priority.
“I’d choose you any other day than staying with that idiot of a rabbit,” she muttered.
Jealousy →
Zooble doesn’t like sharing you. She hides it behind sarcasm and crossed arms, but the sharpness in her tone makes her feelings impossible to ignore.
Jax cracks another joke that has you laughing. From across the room, Zooble’s gaze cuts sharp, her body stiff. When he finally walks off, Zooble’s voice follows, flat but edged:
“Seriously? Him? You deserve better company than a creep like that.”
Angst (Fear of Being Replaced)
(Bonus/fanfic) ⬇️|↓
Zooble had always been good at playing it off—rolling her eyes, scoffing, leaning into sarcasm until no one dared look closer. But behind the mismatched pieces of her body, there was a weight she couldn’t shake.
She hated the way the circus sometimes moved without her, conversations sparking between others that she wasn’t quick enough to join. Jax’s jokes cut her down more than she’d admit, and even Ragatha’s well-meaning cheer felt like a reminder that Zooble wasn’t built for brightness, wasn’t someone people naturally drifted toward.
The fear sat heavy in her chest, that one day the group would simply stop noticing her. Not in a cruel way—maybe worse than that. They’d laugh and talk and play, and she’d fade into the background until she was just there, no more important than the walls of the tent. Forgotten not because she’d done something wrong, but because she’d never been the kind of person people remembered in the first place.
And that thought terrified her. It clung tighter than Jax’s insults ever could. Because being hated meant you were still seen—but being forgotten? That was erasure. That was loneliness of a kind she didn’t think she’d come back from.
So she hovered closer to you than she would to anyone else, quietly watching for proof that you wouldn’t let her slip through the cracks. She didn’t need declarations or promises. She just needed to believe she wasn’t invisible to you.
I lost my Yandere Superman x female reader draft and I put so much work into it. It’s fucking gone and it got deleted. Wtf do I do now. I don’t even have the motivation to write another one. My tumblr literally froze and I had to exit out the app. I thought it would save my work. Sorry, yall ain’t getting that fanfic I said I was gonna give yall💔
Saw the new Superman movie today. And I’m a little inspired to write some Superman x reader stuff—probably will make it a Yandere post… but still keep it fluffy.👀
