Dead Laughter

|♡|He/him|♡|'03|♡|MDNI|♡|

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Name's Dead Laughter but you can call me Deady for short ^^

Side blog; @necromanticpsycho

About this blog:

♡Yandere x reader blog, either male or gn reader

♡This blog is 18+, MDNI

♡All terfs, bigots, racists, zionists, transphobes, homophobes, misogynists and other cunts are encouraged to bite the curb, DNFI

♡MASTERLIST♡

♡Discord server♡

♡Anon List♡

♡Cinnamon🥀

♡🦀 anon

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Hello. I think it would be great too. Reading Hotd characters from your writing.

If you have any specific scenario in mind, feel free to send a request! I'll be honest, I'm only on season one but Daemon has a fucking grip on me lmao

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Been thinking and missing the times I used to write yandere!oc x reader content here, need a break from writing my book, so if anyone is interested the requests are open

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Forgot to mention, I'll also be taking requests for hsr or maybe even house of the dragon

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Can you write yandere Wizard of the black circle (Individually or poly) and fem fairy reader ? Please

As I've stated in my bio, I don't write fem readers, sorry

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Omg your writing your own book????????????

Yep, I am, been writing during my wee hiatus, I'm like nearly 50% to finishing my first draft I am rewriting the main books first chapter for like the 5th time lol

I did publish the first chapters here ages ago, but those were like the first first drafts of it. The idea is still the same, one story, two books; the main book is from Raven's PoV and the other Shadows, while the second book is from Jonathan's and Sebastian's PoV. I had nearly 10k words written of pure drafts—excluding fillers—the last time I checked, so I think I'm doing pretty decently

I could drop a scene or two here if anyone would be interested in reading it

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Been thinking and missing the times I used to write yandere!oc x reader content here, need a break from writing my book, so if anyone is interested the requests are open

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“Cin if you see this no you don’t” says the man who specifically asked me to see the post (also HELL YEAH EPIC HERE WE GOOOOO)

- Cinnamon🥀

You know I love your attention, sweetheart 😘♡

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{♡|Yan!Antinous x suitor!reader|♡}

[TW: Obsessive behaviour, bit of violence, slightly NSFW]

[A/N:This man has such a grip on me that I have been revived istg]

Also, Cin, if you see this... no you don't xd

♡At first, all he wanted was the crown. Antinous was aware that he'd have his fair share of rivals and allies, that it would take some time, but he would become the new king of Ithica, sooner or later.

♡When he first met you, he thought nothing of it. You're just another one of the many men he thought he'd simply crush on his way to the throne.

♡Time passed by—days turned into weeks, weeks into months and months into years. In the beginning it was awful. He wanted the throne, the power, he wanted it now. He did not care for the rest of the suitors, keeping to himself...

♡As time went on Antinous started to feel more at home in the palace, not in a good way at least in the eyes of the queen and the prince—he'd eat all the food, he'd drink all the wine, he'd treat the servants like shit, but he wasn't the only suitor that did that. As he got more comfortable in his new home, he started opening up more to the rest, talking with others, and that included you.

♡His mind was focused on the throne, you were just one of the many suitors that he spent time with, you were just a means to pass the time-

♡Or were you?

♡Antinous was meant to barge into the palace, win over Penelope, win his right to the throne, it was meant to be so easy. No unnecessary stalling, no stupid chats with the other suitors, no fucking distractions...

♡Yet here you were. So handsome, so captivating, so infuriating with how your company has slowly become his addiction, with how the sight of your smile or the sound of your laughter got him catching himself feel jealous, how the mere realisation that your gaze or mind might be focused on someone that isn't him made him feel a thirst for blood-

♡But Antinous didn't care for you, you were a liability, an obstacle in his way that could potentially prevent him from fulfilling his ambitions... At least, that's what he kept saying to himself.

♡He could be so eager to have a sparring session with you, he could keep his arm on you in one way or another, he could sometimes threaten other suitors when they got too close to you, he could be balls deep inside of you each and every time the two of you drank too much wine, he could beat up any suitor if they talked unwell of you, even if you were perfectly capable of that yourself—but he could never admit his true feelings towards you. Not to himself. Not to you. Not to anyone.

♡Day by day, everyone around you could see that Antinous was in some way, shape or form possessive over you. Most brushed it off as him simply liking you, but the more they saw, the more they understood that you were something more to him than you should've, but none of them would know the true obsessive nature that lurked within the beast that posed as a suitor.

♡If one of the suitors were to call out his behaviour, Antinous would simply brush it off, make some excuses, but sometimes his anger would get the best of him, he could snap at anyone, at any time, and he could raise a hand if needed. He had proven it, more than once.

♡As he slowly made peace with his feelings, he kept dreaming of a future with you. Antinous, sitting on the throne of Ithica, a ruler respected and adored by many, with queen Penelope on one side, and you as his lover on the other...

♡He'd make it work, one way or another. One day he'll seize the throne and make you his. You won't have a say in it.

[necromanticpsycho]

stalker!fan x male!streamer!reader

TW: abuse, unhealthy obsession, objectification, implied SA

“We’re finishing in 3… 2… 1…”

You could hear the grin on your kidnappers face. The red light on your camera vanished as the stream ended, you could drop the façade that everything was alright. This deranged man has held you in his house for over a month, maybe two? Days seemed to blend together, the same routine of waking up at an unknown time, sitting alone in the dimly lit room for a couple of hours, then he would come, restock your little fridge, give you warm food, ramble about his day, his ideas for your next stream, his ideas for your future, and then you’d stream. Streams were the best part of your life, ever since you were forced into this Hell—your mind was occupied, you had some sort of interaction and most importantly, he couldn’t touch you during the streams, he couldn’t hurt you.

But now the stream was over.

“Oh, (Y/N), you were amazing!” the masked man exclaimed as he wrapped his hands around you, forcing your head into his chest. You could feel his warm breath on top of your hair as he inhaled your scent, his body trembling with ecstasy. You were like a drug, like a doll, like a trophy. You were his everything. Everything but a person. “You’re the most beautiful man on the entire net, I’m so lucky to have you all to myself,” he panted out, his breathing started to become heavier as his hands caressed you, the only thing that stopped you from pushing him off was the silent threat of promised violence, the bruises under your clothes a testament to the abuse you endured at the hands of the maniac. “Tell me, my dear, how did I get to have such an angel in my life? Oh, how I adore you! You’re so pretty, so perfect! All for me! Me! Me! Me!” You could feel his excitement, how hard he was, how he trembled, it made your stomach turn in disgust. “My perfect, handsome boy! I can keep you all to myself! I mean, it is only a given that only your truest fan could have you,” he giggled, as his hand trailed down to the waistband of your pants. “To have you… to own you… to use you... to love you… please you…

Let me show you how good I can make you feel…”

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yan!kidnapper x gn!streamer!reader, nsfw mention, mdni

Bold of you to assume you'll ever stop streaming after you've been kidnapped. Depending on how much he trusts you, he'll either be in the same room as you during your streams, hidden from view, or he'll be monitoring your streams from another room. Sometimes he'll make you do fake streams, ones he'd never publish, ones that are meant for your #1 fan, and your #1 fan only. He'll be in charge of all of the donations you'll get, but don't worry, he'll spend them all on you, and maybe, just maybe, you'd agree to have some spicier streams with him?

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This is a random ass yandere-ish drabble, based on a dream I had.

Imagine a man, who seems to blend in with the crowd. No one notices him, no one - except you. Others did not notice him, literally walking past him, they do not seem to see him, even when you point him out to your friends and family. They're all so worried about your mental health, concerned regarding your sleeping schedule, while his expression remains hidden under the colourful mask that makes him stand out amongst the bleak figures. No matter where you are, you can see him in the corner of your eye, or at the very least you can feel his presence, his eyes observing every little move you've made. Don't think you'll be safe from him in the dream world either - perhaps it is because you see him so often in your daily life, his image has seemed to have seeped into your dream world as well. Each time you try and walk up to him, he vanishes into thin air in the blink of an eye. Recently, you came to a disturbing realisation - with every day that has passed by, he's standing closer to you than before, and one does fear about your fate, for the day he'll be too close to you slowly approaches...

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Snip Snip scissorhands oc x reader

1. This blog is kinda dead, as I've stated before, we moved

2. I have no clue what you meant by that, feel free to send requests and elaborate on this particular one @necromanticpsycho

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Just a little reminder that I've moved to @necromanticpsycho

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religious!yandere x gn!reader drabble

What is it about you that makes you so mesmerising? What is it about you that makes me unable to sleep? To think? To eat? To live? How I yearn to feel your fingers intertwined with mine, to be able to comb your hair, to caress your body like a quill caresses a delicate parchment. You deserve to be loved and worshipped, but I do not know if the sinners are worthy of your grace—if I am worthy of your grace. I am but a mere bug, one that deserves to rot for all of his sinful thoughts about his beloved deity, who was blessed to breathe the same air as them. I would kill for you. I would die for you. I would live for you. Whatever you'd command, I'd commit without a thought—every heinous crime, damned be my morals, shall be proof of my devotion; every act of goodness would be acted in thine name, as long as you desire it, for my brain is flooded with all of your breathtaking strengths and beautiful blemishes, for to me you are flawless and divine in every way, shape, and form. I'll let my creator damn me for all eternity; all I need is you, as your presence alone is capable of turning the deepest, darkest depth of Hell into the new Eden.

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YAN!STALKER X GN!READER

[TW: stalking, degradation, brief mention of necrophilia, abuse, unhealthy behaviour, hints/mentions of sa/rape/somnophilia, death, delusional mindset]

Oh, how mesmerising you look when you sleep, when you walk, when you breathe, when you bleed. How many nights I’ve spent observing you, as you laid in your bed, alone, as I laid yearning to lay next to you, to caress you, to hurt you, to kill you, to rape you. I’m not sure how long I’ve been stalking you, it’s been months, but it feels like years. Observing your routine has become my routine. How adorable you look each time you wake up, confused at the small cuts on your body, your fear tastes nearly as good as your blood, or your cum. I get hard each time I imagine that look on your face when we’ll finally meet, how scared you’ll be when you’ll find out what I did to you during all those nights, when you slept, oblivious to the fact that a stranger had a copy of your keys.

I keep restraining myself from fucking you, I’ve been generous enough to only use your thighs to help myself. I would much rather see your reaction when I claim you, then have you sleep through our first time, but as I watch you, talking with other men like some desperate slut, it keeps getting harder to fight back the urge to just drag you into the nearest alleyway and have my way with you.

I know it’s stupid, blaming you for being oblivious to the fact that somebody already owns you, especially since I haven’t introduced myself to you properly. Yes, I’ve bumped into you a couple times on the street, even if to sniff your hair for a moment, or to give you a little pinch to convince you to go home faster, but I’m more than sure you never actually felt the needle. I made sure to get a thin one, so you wouldn’t feel much, if anything at all. I’m not a sick fuck, y’know? I don’t need you getting all paranoid that some freak is observing you, I’m not some deranged pervert. All I ever did, is protect you. Yes, I touched you a couple of times, and so what? You wouldn’t think I’d be doing it for free, would you? Sometimes you could be dumb, but not that dumb to think that someone with my abilities would take the time of his day to take care of some lowly human for free. I’ll admit, the thought of you believing that is quite endearing, but babydoll, you are nothing compared to a God like me. I could’ve ended you so many times, I could let you be harmed so many times, but I’ve protected you from myself and others, so I think you should be fucking grateful.

Unfortunately for you, all I see is pure fucking disrespect as I watch you walk out of the theatre, smiling at that shitty excuse of a human that looked like they peaked in highschool. You spent the entire day with them, and I cursed myself for running out of needles. All I could do was watch you act like the whore you are, smiling and giggling as if you’re having a good time, when we both know damn well that your place is beside me. I could feel my blood boiling as they leaned down to kiss you. Why in the fuck were you leaning in? How dare you kiss that thing back?! Without hesitation, I pulled out my gun, and-

It has been four months since my date with Robin. It has been four months since their life has been taken by a random stranger. It has been four months since I felt what death tasted like. I could still remember how they leaned in, how magical the moment seemed, and how when our lips met, the bullet shot them. What I thought would be the greatest day of my life, my first date with my long term crush, turned out to be the reason I now have to attend therapy. Last week I finished the trial, the murderer turned out to be some strange, deranged man. His eyes- his dead, empty eyes- stared at me for the entirety of the trial. They still stare at me in my dreams, unblinking. I sat on my couch, flicking through different tv channels in search of something interesting. Suddenly, I stopped as I saw the news. Those eyes. Those fucking eyes. He escaped the jail, having the audacity to smile at the camera before leaving the building. The murderer was on the loose, the police were searching for him, and I couldn’t help but have a bad feeling. He was out there, he already killed Robin, what if I was his next target?

This is how you repay me?! After I saved you from that miserable bitch?! It’s fine, you’re fine. I keep forgetting to not overestimate you, you’re just so pretty, so breakable. I can’t wait to get my hands on you. How easily will you bruise? How long will the bruises last? What about hickeys? Bitemarks? Cuts? What about your bones? What’s your pain tolerance? Just thinking about it gets my dick hard.

I tossed the decapitated head at the pile of dead bodies, that were once the previous owners of the flat, before grabbing a bunch of tissues to get some of the blood off of my cock. I collapsed onto the couch, pulling out a picture of you. No matter how hard I tried, nothing got me off like you do. And darling? Soon, you will be mine. Nothing will stop me. The hunt…

…is on.

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For anyone interested, I'm moving blogs. Cya.

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I started thinking again. I know it's bad for me to think, but what can I do to stop it? I've started thinking about my first ex, how he was whining that it was hard after we broke up, because after me he couldn't find someone as good as me, and then there was I - fucking traumatised by my first relationship. I know that probably all of the first relationships were traumatic or had some sort of grooming involved in them, or that they were traumatic, but that doesn't mean that I should've known so much about BDSM at 13 years old. I shouldn't have known shit about it, in fact. I shouldn't have seen so many gore movies. I shouldn't have seen so many hardcore pornography. But I did. He fed it to me, shoved it down my throat. I know I could've told a trusted adult, but I didn't. I was a dumb 13 year old, he was 15/16. I know that I should've known better, yet I allowed him to destroy me out of love. Sometimes I wonder how'd I turn out if I didn't ask him out, if I didn't even involve myself with him, or if I at least spent less than 4 years of my life dedicating myself to him, changing myself and doing anything to please him, even when he crossed every boundary I had, physical and mental. Would I be able to look at love in a good light? One that doesn't horrify me? Only my creator knows.