A lovesick individual and the object of their affection walk into a bar. Who knows what happens next. Bunny | 19 | She/her | Alt: Himederebunny https://himederebunny.carrd.co/
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i just realized that living with a yandere probably means no phone at all?? (even if they have one it's surely going to be controlled every minute)
i think it might somewhat depend on the yandere and how extensive their network is... and maybe if you've proven yourself to be trustworthy?
take chrollo, for example. he probably has shalnark set up some nanny protocols on your phone to prevent access to the internet, so that he can call and text you while he's away. he probably gets a notification every time you open an app or something. if you ever want to make him worry about your mental health you can keep launching the stocks app and keeping it open for hours. when he inevitably brings it up, you can just say "you're keeping an eye on things" to add to the mystery. it'll be one of the few ways you can genuinely perplex him.
if you beg illumi for a phone, he'll give you this.
Oh! Requests! What about some backrooms Risotto stuff? :3 maybe reader walking around the back rooms not realising theyre getting stalked by this tol mf, just seeing his spooky shadow lurking about. Seeing lil items being left around until eventually he's just like "aight you've looked around enough to know you can't escape.. Anyway look at this cool room I have!!:)) "
Oh a fun idea indeed! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°
Slightly different idea from normal backrooms Risotto, this is a version that has been here much longer, and has become apart of the backrooms. Enjoy!
CW: General Yanderness
The halls of the corridor dark only lite by the flickering florescent lights that hummed at a steady pace. The area reminded you vaguely of a school with the occassional set of lockers, and classroom doors although you are hesitant to go inside any room as they are all pitch black within. Feeling of being watched is constant, but you've grown to learn that's just how it is in this nonsensical dimension, sometimes something is really watching you, othertimes it's just the walls, as if the area itself is alive and waiting.
You know only to move forward, not like there is any time to waste, time doesn't work here, but it's better then waiting and letting something happen to you. The halls are all the same, sometimes a poster or a bulletin board catches your eye to glance over the words, but they are all dreary and generic. As your eyes scan over the walls, you notice upahead of you is classroom whose room is lite, when you reach the door you peer through the glass trying to gage the room. Nothing out of the ordinary it's what you'd expect a middle school or highschool classroom to look like, but what draws your interest is lining one of the shelves is books. If only to save you from monotony the books seemed promising enough.
So you open the door, quickly your eyes scan the room once more, before opening your pack to grab a few titles that catch your interest. Zipping up and about to continue through the corridor, you spot a note lying on the desk, one you don't believe you saw prior. Taking a gander on it, it reads
“ You look so lovely. ❤ ”
You know better then to linger here any longer, you know staying any longer here is bad, something is here, and it’s seeking you. Yet against your better jugdement you take the note with you. You exit the room and hurry up your pace down the hall.
It’s only a few minutes later that you find something new, a snack machine, filled. Beeing in the backrooms you’ve found you don’t need food or water, time doesn’t pass the same here, but that doesn’t mean you don’t feel hungry or thristy. Coming by food was a fortune itself, but coming by snacks like these, you can see some of your favorite brands behind the glass. You look around your pack trying to see if you had anything blunt enough to break the glass, you had a pair of garden shears you had picked up, but you didn’t want to risk damaging one of the only weapons you had available. As you inspect the machine you finally noticed taped to the side, another note, with something folded inside.
“Don’t try to break it.”
Underneath the tape was a wadded up five dollar bill, you quickly crease out the edges against the machine before inserting to select a few of your favorite snacks and drinks. Perhaps whatever entity that roamed these halls took a liking to you, who are you to look a gift horse in the mouth. You pack up your snacks, but you let out a quiet thank you into the hall, you don’t know if it really heard you with how quiet you were, but you continue on.
As you walk along the halls now you take notice of more notes popping up, such as the first simply stating, “You’re welcome.” Confirming that whatever this thing was did hear you, and was watching out for you. It occassionally guided you around as well, as such as taking you to a water fontain so you could fill up an old water bottle you had, as well as to a gym locker room, allowing you to take a shower, the warm water felt like bliss on your sore legs and tired body. Drying off, you wished you could wash your clothes, they reeked with your sweat and body odor from the amount of time you had been wearing them, however as you went back to your items you noticed a new set of clothes besides your old ones, they were plain, kind of what you’d expect for backup clothes at a nurses office, but they smelled clean and fit well.
“What do you mean?”
You thank once more the entity looking out for you, before you head out to the halls, again with the notes popping up every once in awhile. Some just commenting about how nice you look, or asking you if you need something. You ponder before you call out to the endless halls,
“Well do you know how to get out of here? “ As you walk further your eyes read across a note on a locker.
Maybe it doesn’t understand how to get out, this entity might be bound to this place never having experinced the outside world, the real one.
“Like, outside, the real world, like where time makes sense, where everything makes sense really, do you know what that is?”
“There’s no way out, it only goes further in.”
You keep walking looking around the halls for the next note, but none appear, not until you’ve walked to a fork in the hall ways.
You pause eyes reading over the letters before letting go of the note,sighing,
“Well do you know where the next level is?” You feel uneasy as speak the words out, the tension shifts.
“Go right.”
You smile slightly, and take the right path, and subsequently follow the next various paths, the notes guide you to. All until you reach a door at the end of a hallway with one final note.
“See you on the otherside.”
You nod before waving your hand back towards the hallway you came from, saying goodbye. Opening the door and preparing yourself for the next level. Encompassed in darkness, you don’t feel the abnormal change in the air, or shift you feel when you go from one level to the next. You blindly walk around the pitch black room, feeling the wall for a switch or a knob to another door. ]
“Looking for this?” The voice is deep, hoarse as if from dissuse, you don’t turn to face it, but beside you clatters the warped metal of the shears. Your eyes widen in terror.
After fumbling for a minute, you find a switch and lights come on. Before you reminds you much like a preschoolers classroom, with colorful walls, letters and numbers, games and toys lining the wall. There’s things clearly out of place here however, such as a bed shoved into one corner and a small table with two chairs. Turn back towards the door you came from, the lights of hall way still flickering, the room you were in had no other exits then this, door. You go to try and open it ,but the door doesn’t budge. Notes flood from underneath the door, scattering across your feet, your eyes glance over the aray of writtings.
“Not safe out there, why would you leave here?” “Don’t cry.”
“Don’t go.” “Stay here, stay safe.”
“I can keep you safe.” “Don’t scream.”
“Don’t leave me.” “NEED YOU.” “I can make you happy.”
You back away from the door, from the notes spewing out underneath it, your breathing quickens. You shuffle further and further away, you notice from the window in the door, the lights in hall breaking, as if something was approaching. You grab your pack desperately looking throught the snacks and drinks for your gardening shears. Nearly emptying your whole bag on the floor to try and find it no avail. The final light breaks by the door, making it appear as if nothing exists outside of this room anymore, and you have a horrible that might be the case. Your breathing ragged, your senses frazzle, you don’t notice It behind you.
“I took it from you at the snack machine, you didn’t even notice.” A large hand lays itself on your shoulder, it emits an unnatural amount of warmth for just one hand. Your head turns slightly to look at it, but nothing is there yet you still feel the presence of it’s hand. In fact as you try to turn your head to see anything, there is infact nothing there, nothing your eyes could see atleast. You could feel it everywhere. “Come on now, let me show you around your new room, I know you’ll grow to love it here.”
I genuinely mean this, I hope all 6 of those Supreme Court member who voted Yes have to live their lives getting harassed and are extremely bothered till their last dying breath.
Bother them, make their lives miserable, make them not want to leave their homes.
Friendly reminder that this blog is pro-choice and if you don’t think everyone should have full control of their own body, then kindly unfollow me right now and go to hell
When those words were spoken, your focus was on making sure you had everything you needed for your class that would start in only a few minutes, double-checking to make sure you had completed the assignments that had been required. Since the name you heard wasn’t one that you immediately recognized, you ignored the voice. Clearly, whoever was speaking wasn’t talking to you.
That was what you thought until you heard that same voice saying your name.
You looked over to find a guy you remembered as being named Konstantin standing next to you, watching at you expectantly as you looked up from where you sat. The two of you weren’t friends, so you weren’t sure why he would go out of his way to talk to you
“I said, you’ve got guts ignoring Nobunaga like that,” he repeated, “but you’ll regret making an enemy out of him. Making an enemy out of that guy also means making an enemy out of his whole group.”
You stared at him blankly for a few moments.
“Uh, what are you talking about?” you finally asked.
“That stunt you pulled the other day,” he said.
“Stunt? What stunt?”
“C'mon. You really think this clueless act is gonna save you when he catches you alone?”
At hearing that, you started to get worried.
“When who catches me?” you asked.
“You know. Nobunaga. Nobunaga Hazama. One of the top athletes on campus, and the guy that you totally blew off the other day.”
This fic was based on a very intense dream I once had about orcs. I’m really proud of this one, so I hope you all enjoy it! It’s another long one, and has been in the making for over a few weeks. Any comments are appreciated <3
Warnings: yandere, orc! Franklin, fantasy races, violence, explicit description of war, explicit description of violence, nsfw, non-con turned dub-con, kidnapping, toxic relationships, mentioned future pregnancy, violence toward reader, needles, human trafficking, 8.6 k words
The field was barren.
There were a few people in the far distance running away, hiding behind burning carts and houses in their attempt at escape. It didn’t matter if they managed to get away now, since tonight the hounds would be let loose, following and killing anyone whose scent fled out of the battlefield. The beasts had little intelligence outside of their bred purpose, and seemed to utilize whatever they did have to be cruel, often biting off limbs first, slowly gnawing away at bone, waiting for their prey to die.
In the midst of the field laid a soldier, crying out in pain, probably due to his armor being dented in a way that implied massive internal damage, as well as his legs being about ten feet away from his main body. It would take about five minutes before he succumbed to the pain and died, but until then he’d scream in agony, which is why the nearest orc, looting the nearby corpses for their valuables, drew his club and smashed the soldier’s head in, the battlefield a bit quieter.
It had been a messy battle, an unsatisfying one as well. The settlement had drawn the orc’s ire by delivering a pledge of war, a spike embedded with the tusks of their kin. Few still dared to make such bold claims after years and years of endless one-sided conflict, the orc’s decimating all that was in their path. They were stronger, did not complain about anything, and honored their ancestors and progeny by expansion of their land, of their influence. Every inch of soil was paid for in blood, and it was not theirs that would pay the price.
The only down side the race had was their low numbers, but that did not matter greatly, one orc managing to kill villages without breaking a sweat.
Sorry that I’ve been gone for a bit I haven’t been to motivated to do stuff on this blog till now! I put together this fun little analog style video.
For purposes of tagging and such I will just be tagging it JJBA Analog horror / AH Risotto if I ever make more content like this or other videos like this.
DNI if you are minor or ageless blog you will be blocked.
illuso truths: The kind of obsessive yandere who denies they’re obsessive, not because they are delusional, but because they’re the kind of assholes who gaslight and act like their darling is delusional. This is the finished, non leaked version of that illuso request from yesterday. And I made a few tweaks, after deciding I didn’t like the hook I wrote. I’m kinda proud of this one- sometimes a character comes by and for no good reason your brain simultaneously loves this character, and would fight it outside the back of a starbucks
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You haven’t been with La Squarda for long- hardly at all, in fact. You were just starting to get a feel for your new teammates, and the new base you find you all have been moved to. Which probably explains your general sense of unease. One of those two things has to be it: new environment (though the location itself is anything but- a layer of dust and the faint smell of mold somewhere in the deeper crevices of the base), and the anxiety of meeting new people, all of which just so happen to be assassins. But in the short amount of time you have been with the gang, you’ve seen a few of their stands in action: Beach Boys, Metallica, Grateful Dead. All of theirs finely tuned into perfect killing machines- with the right usage of course. But it wasn’t their stands that made you check twice every-time you hopped in the disgusting shower, or get changed behind some crates away from the glass of the window.
That would be Man in the Mirror- Illuso’s stand. You’ve seen its capabilities in battle, sucking targets into the mirror world, but you couldn’t help but worry about its other uses. And that brings you to your current musing in the shower. You made a small purchase because of Illuso: An opaque shower curtain. You don’t know much about him, but even knowing that he has the ability to roam mirrors free range, you’d be better off safe than sorry. Being overly cautious was just part of the job traits- wouldn’t do you any well to commit murder then blindly believe that the universe doesn’t have people just like you coming your way with their own ill-intentions. You’ve learned to pick up on little things: Sounds, slight movements, and a bad feeling when you’re being watched. And this whole stay, you’ve felt some bad vibes. There’s nine other people granted, but you’d bet your money on Illuso to hell and back- something about him just gets you. The way he sticks his nose up at everyone around him, constantly rags on his teammates stands, and stares you down the bridge of his nose in every meeting- an unreadable face behind a fake, plastic smirk and defensive waft of hairspray. Petty reasons you guess, all things in this job considered, but all of them rubbed you the wrong way. Sets you on the edge. And you feel it constantly, even when he’s supposedly not around.
The water in your showers started to turn cold, dispite being on a warm setting, it turns ice cold due to your prolonged stay in behind the plastic shield you cowered behind. You slowly stick your hand out the new opaque shower curtain you bought- a wise investment, given the unmistakable dread that coated you like a thick layer of ice-cold grime you could never scrub off no matter how much you just tried. You knew he was somewhere, with his stand. The feeling of being a hairs breadthe away from danger lurking. You stick your hand out onto the fresh towel you left hanging next to the shower, quickly tugging it behind the curtain, even if to only relish in the safety it brought for a moment longer. Drying yourself off, you try and listen outside the door for any signs of someone waiting for you to hurry up. Silence.You could at least delay this a little bit longer then. Wrapping the towel around yourself, you hold the edge with a white knuckle grip as you finally slide back the shower curtain, exposing yourself to the foggy vanity mirror. And to see a blury figure behind you.
Whipping around, you only confirm what you feared: It’s inside the reflection. Stepping out onto the cold tile of the floor, you think about ignoring it- but what will that show? That you’re weak. A coward who ignores anything that crosses your boundaries. A pushover for a pervert to peruse. And like fucking hell you are. You’re going to give that conceited creep a piece of your mind, and stand. And first thing you’re gonna do is clear the glass so he can see how pissed you are. You raise your hand to the corner of the towel wrapped around you, lifting it slightly, before thinking better of it and simply rubbing the back of your hand against the foggy glass. Your wet hand didn’t do as clean of a job as you would have liked, the droplets warping your reflection slightly, but there was no black goggles staring back at you. No bird like beak to be found in your cleared area of the mirror, just the shadow of the new curtain falling against the worn tiles of the shower. That must have been what you saw that freaked you out.
“You think I’m watching you? Don’t flatter yourself… I have better things to do- like my regime for example.” Walking past you, Illuso makes it a point to purposefully brunt his shoulder against you. The force of which knocking you back slightly, but he soldiered on into the bathroom with his array of hair ties and sprays. With the door swinging shut and the lock latching from inside, you continue your path to your room. Maybe he was right- in a roundabout way. Sure you’re fresh meat, and sometime Melone or Fommaggio are too forward about you, but Illuso? The idea that anyone in the group even see’s you as more than another worker- maybe an under-qualified one at that- is a both a bit arrogant and paranoid of you. You came by it honestly. It’s what helped you get the job after-all, you just needed to keep those thoughts to yourself instead of accusing teammates who have done nothing to talk to you since you got here. Who wastes no time running the sink and pushing the soap pump down a few times to make you think he’s already started his precious beauty routine. Who waits until your feet pad away ashamed until he bends over the shower, and fishes your stray hairs out of the drain stopper, wraps them in toilet paper to dry them, and puts them in his pocket. Who just adds quick face wash, and satisfied with his collection of hair, leaves the bathroom the way he came the first time: Though the showerhead’s reflection.
Hi sweetheart, are you by chance still doing matchups? Thanks<3
I’m afraid I’m not anymore, I’m sorry! You see, I’m not sure that I’m very good at writing matchups and I try not to post things I’m not confident in when I can help it. I’m really glad that you were interested in them though despite my unsureness about their quality!
Author’s Note:
These writing prompts contain yandere themes, hints of blood, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, etc.
Please read at your own risk.
To fellow Writers!
Please feel free to use! All I ask for is some credit.
I look forward to the works these may inspire.
A - “Abandon me? You’re abandoning me! After everything we’ve been through?”
B - “Bruises? Sweetheart. You caused those yourself. You’re the one who ran after all.”
C - “Can’t things be different? I swear I can change!”
D - “Don’t touch me! I don’t know who you are anymore..”
E - “Everyone’s gone now! No one can get in our way now. Why deny our love?”
F - “Foolish. ____, did you really think that would work?”
G - “Good morning ~! Sleep well? I hope the bindings aren’t too tight. Did you know you’re quite the restless sleeper?”
H - “Hopeless?” crooked laughter escaped the figure. “You think I’m hopeless? Sweetheart. Pigeon. Dove. Don’t you see that you’re the one caged here?”
I - “Irresistible. I just love it when you look at me like that.”
J - “Jealousy? You think this is simple jealousy? I wish it was that simple! You stole my heart and now you have to take responsibility.”
K - “Kindling for our love! That’s what everything I’ve done is feeding. It’s fuel for the spark you gave me.”
L - “Love, please stop running. I’d hate to break those beautiful legs of yours.”
M - “Must it always end this way? I thought you were smarter than this.”
N - “Nothing will stop me from loving you.”
O - “Open wide honey! I made it especially for you. I’m sure you’ll be able to taste the love within ~”
P - Puddles. There were puddles of crimson everywhere. It soaked into the floorboards, only to lead to a smile I once loved.
Q - “Quite the predicament we have here. So, what’s your choice? Are you gonna try again?”
R - Roses. They once brought great comfort. They still bring me roses but the light in their eyes is gone.
S - “Silly doll. That’s a trick many others have tried before. It’s clever but I cherish you too much to let it fool me again.”
T - Trembling, I cover my mouth in an attempt to muffle my breathing. Tch, tch, tch. The clicking of their tongue pierced the air. I could practically see their maniacal grin under my closed lids.
U - “Us. All I ever wanted was us. Is that truly too much to ask?”
V - Vermin. Everyone around my darling was vermin.
W - “War can start for the smallest of reasons. The battle within myself started with you and all you needed to do to stop this was say yes.”
X - Love xxxx
A sickeningly sweet scent emanated from the ornate letter.
Y - “Yours. Forever and always.”
Z - “Zip it! What happened to that beautiful smile I fell for? Those shining eyes of yours. Why do they dull when looking at me?”
I hope I'm not too late for a request but may I request headcanons for yandere Walter from Hellsing when he is still in old man mode (cuz I'm gross lmao) and when he gets jealous? Like what makes him jealous and what does he do about it? Thank you!!
On the surface, he's a perfect gentleman. Kind, always there to serve them with the full ability of the Hellsing manor's butler, and he has the air that some old people do where you just feel compelled to ask them for advice and it's like having an extra older family member.
As far as noncon goes, I don't think he'd risk anything you'd remember. He also has to remember that Alucard and Seras's senses could pick up on elevated heart rates and noises (of protest, pleasure, both) from far away. So his opportunities to be truly free to touch his Darling would be limited. But he's a patient man and he can bide his time to fuck Darling while they're awake until he's betrayed Hellsing...and also when he's got his youth back.
Until then, he might slip something into their tea when they're about to go to bed and then touch them a little in their sleep. Despite the "difficulties" some men get at his age, it doesn't take much for him to get turned on when he starts playing with them. He likes to keep at least one of his gloves on when he's touching them; he might notice the wrinkles and spots on his fingers and be more upset at how time has passed him by. He wants his youth back so he can properly fuck them--so he can be as young as they make him feel sometimes.
He's got years of experience and his wires mean he's talented with his hands, so he never fails to make his Darling cum. Ideally he won't actually fuck them and just prefers to touch himself for a bit, and then clean up whatever mess he makes with a handkerchief. He also has a "memento" or two stolen from Darling's wardrobe in his room, and once he uses it to masturbate with he'll clean it and return it to them as if he happened to find it by chance when he was doing the laundry.
Any flirting he does is very subtle and isn't taken too seriously; it's like an older gentleman complimenting a younger adult in an affectionate-yet-platonic way. Some men are just chivalrous and sweet in their old-fashioned ways, you know? Always remarking that a pretty and vivacious thing like them shouldn't spend so much time wandering the mansion and hiding away; but while they're there, he's happy to keep them company even if he's not as interesting/fun as a companion their own age would be.
Loves when they feel like they can come to him for advice and to reveal any troubles they're going through. He's there to lend an ear and isn't judgemental, and he locks away every precious secret he learns about them. If they're the affectionate/emotional type and they cry or their voice wavers when he comforts them, he has to muster so much willpower to keep his hard-on from getting noticeable.
He's been keeping his true feelings and thoughts hidden for years, so he doesn't let his jealousy show that much. At most he'll make a few pointed remarks about whoever is stealing Darling's attention, but he deliberately makes it sound like he's just looking out for them like a grandfatherly figure would. Any potential s/os are going to be on the receiving end of some god-tier dry British wit and backhanded condescension, and it's all so subtle and light that they can't really do anything about it without seeming too upset at a few jabs. Darling would assure them that Walter's just protective and wants to make sure they end up with the right person...and to be fair, they're not wrong.
He'll also work out that jealously whenever he touches them in their sleep. When they're drugged he'll whisper or murmur things in their ear (when he knows Seras or Alucard aren't around to accidentally eavesdrop), including berating them for acting so "brazenly". Talking about a boyfriend like that, making it seem so innocent when they know that man they're with only wants one thing. They don't need a boy that barely knows them or what to do in bed, fumbling with belts and bra straps and chasing wherever his cock leads him. Darling needs a man--an old one now, but soon he'll get his youthful body back. He'll have the strength, sharp mind, and passion of a young man but with the experience and wisdom of an old one. If only they knew just what he'll do to them, what sounds and sensations he could draw out of them...
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