I’m not exactly sure how to start out something like this but I’ll be honest and to the point. I’m leaving this account, or at least I won’t be writing on this account anymore. As a lot of my old follower’s know, I’ve been struggling with my mental health for a very long time and I don’t think I should leave an account on hiatus when I genuinely don’t want (or really have any motivation) to use it anymore, especially with how bad my last spiral was. I still enjoy writing and plan on writing again in the future, but I doubt it’ll be on this specific blog or if any future blogs will function in the same way.
I’ll be keeping this blog up since I know how many people enjoy the things I’ve written in the past, but I won’t be writing for this blog nor am I sure if I’ll be connecting any future blogs to this one.
I’m genuinely very sorry for never finishing up requests or WIPs that I promised, but I’m not going to lie and say I’ll write them when I know I can barely keep myself together, much less try and get something ‘post worthy’ finished.
I hope you’re all doing well and, as always, if you have any questions or concerns, feel free to send me an ask.
Oh i didn't know u weren't taking any more requests sorry
It’s alright! Unfortunately I’m unsure if I’ll be coming back to this blog but I like your request so definitely send it in if I do reopen! I’m glad you like the writing I’ve done :3
Hey guys! I’m very sure you’ve noticed I haven’t been around for a long time, my mental issues are seriously going downhill and uphill like a rollercoaster. I’ll write the requests I’ve gotten and the fics I promised when I can but I’m not sure what I’ll do after that.
As always I’m open to questions about whatever, if you’re curious about the future of this blog or about a request or really anything, sent an ask my way and I’ll do my best to answer.
I’m very sorry for the delays and for seemingly constantly doing this.
Not gonna lie— Kinda way too obsessed with Attack On Titan right now kdjsjsjwgwjdj I might actually make a new blog only for AOT solely because I’m overly obsessed with it and have been for like. 5 months now or something.
➥ Sorry for my absence! I’ve been struggling with my mental illness and with school a lot so it’s been hard to really keep up with anything. Hopefully this somewhat makes up for some of that time! This is a smallish fic I made for my art trade with @yandere-starchild ! I really hope you love it as much as I loved your part of our trade!
↳ Yandere - Platonic - Bruce Wayne : Batman
↳ Yandere - Implied - Tim Drake : Red Robin
It’s insanely lucky that she’d managed to get into Gotham High to begin with, especially without having the whole support thing that seemed to come with having parents. Nor any other kind of support network. She didn’t exactly have friends at the school, regardless of how hard she used to try,— not that she had many, to begin with— but she’d like to think that grades were more important than friendship. She’d found somewhat of a friend in some kid named Tim a while back, but he’d gone and dropped out. Not that she blamed him, even if he was weird with how he just suddenly greeted her as if they knew each other one day. No, Ymir would have dropped out a long time ago if she had the choice. The classes were long, tiring, and too early; and forced her to stay up way too late in a cold effort to keep up with the curriculum. She’d zone out in forced attempts to jot down the teacher’s notes, it’d probably be more fun to watch paint dry than do this. The detention from falling asleep in class only led to more trouble with the dean and with her legal guardians, and more falling asleep on cold desks from sheer exhaustion.
All of this funneling down into why Ymir found herself waiting outside the probably electric, kinda scary looking fence that surrounded the Wayne Manor. Looking back on it, this was most likely a horrible idea.
The other week she had run into Tim again, quite literally bumping into him and pouring hot coffee onto his nice (and probably expensive—) looking sweater. He didn’t seem to mind all that much surprisingly— despite her embarrassment— and somehow the two ended up chatting like old friends in a booth, bonding over their shared frustration with Gotham High.
“Y'know, I actually used to be pretty good with your classes! Just lost the motivation to do them.”
“Haha, yeah I know what you mean,” Ymir agreed, “It’s just really hard to keep up and it doesn’t help that I’m falling behind a bit…”
That’s when he offered to tutor her. It was a little shocking, considering she had just dumped hot coffee on his nice sweater. His logic was that he’d have to go back to the school eventually, so helping her study would benefit both of them.
“Besides,” Tim continued, “we should try to get to know each other better.”
And so, that’s how the very tired girl ended up spending a few days with Tim every week.
Usually, they’d meet at a library or something but Tim asked to study at his house this week, which led full circle back to her standing in front of Wayne Manor. Ymir probably should have known that Tim was a Wayne long before this point, but apparently, it had never come up. Or, rather she probably just didn’t pick up on it, not that it mattered now.
Ymir wondered if he had jokingly given her a fake address until the manor’s gate began opening up. Her nervousness only managed to increase the closer she got to the house, not that she could easily turn around with how the gate shut behind her, everything looked way too expensive for her to even be looking at. The front door was even more intimidating; was she supposed to use a different door? Ymir’s dizzying resolve just barely steadied when Tim appeared and greeted her, calling her inside.
If Tim noticed her awkwardness, he didn’t mention it. He and the manor’s butler, Mr. Pennyworth, seemed to welcome Ymir. Pennyworth, though Tim tried to encourage her to call him Alfred, offered drinks and snacks throughout the study session. The older man would step in to help if either party seemed to have more questions than they could answer but it was mostly just the two teens for the majority of the time. Ymir’s nerves soothed themselves as time went on, by the end of the session she found herself talking to Tim normally. Ymir went home with a smile, maybe she’d found a friend, finally.
Weeks passed, and while her grades did improve, Ymir’s parents seemed unhappy with the entire situation still. It was hard to enjoy her time with the Waynes when her parents would scold her for having “too much fun”, apparently too happy to be studying as she should be. She was sure Tim noticed it, but vocalizing anything happening would just ruin it more for her.
It wasn’t until Tim had to cancel a study session that all it tipped over. Her confusing relationship with Tim, her parents shoving their expectations down her throat, school— all bundled into a breakdown in front of the Wayne Manor. The constrictive lump in her throat dropped to her stomach when Bruce Wayne himself stepped out from the gate and invited her inside.
Ymir tried to backtrack, Tim wasn’t there so why would she come in—?
“Nonsense,” Bruce brushed off her stuttering, “Any friend of Tim’s is always welcome here.”
He waited for her to follow before leading her into his Manor. In which he sat Ymir down and got water for the teary-eyed student. Bruce explained that Tim had mentioned that she seemed overly stressed, “Which is odd, from what Alfred and Tim tell me you’re doing much better grade-wise.”
Ymir’s heart dropped to her stomach, she didn’t really want to shove her family issues onto the most wealthy man in Gotham. Especially not after all the help Tim gave her. What kind of a ‘thank you’ is crying and whining?
Ymir steadied herself, “I am. I’m passing now, I’m grateful for everything Tim’s done for me, Mr. Wayne.”
“Bruce is fine, Ymir. With how often you’re over here you might as well be family.” Bruce smiled, almost in a reassuring way, as if he already knew how overwhelmed she was. “And since you’re basically family, I want you to know that this is a safe place for you. If you need anything, you can tell me.”
The lack of care from her own parents and the warmth from the Waynes came crashing down on her, hot tears came rolling down her face as she attempted to explain herself. There was no rush from Bruce or Alfred, both of which comforting her in their own ways.
She spent the next few hours venting out her emotions about her family and school, Bruce offering advice. Tim appeared later on in the evening, inviting her to watch a movie to help calm down after her comfort session with Bruce.
Meanwhile, Bruce made a call home and ensured that she was allowed to stay over should she want to. The Waynes were more capable of taking care of Ymir, Bruce just had to make sure they could continue to protect her. Not that it would be difficult. With a family like Ymir’s? All he needed to do was pull some strings, her family should be proud to have their daughter be accepted as a ward of Bruce Wayne himself. For now, he was happy to wait until she was comfortable enough to call the Manor her home.
Hello! I hope you’re doing well!! I’m not sure if requests are open or not (if they aren’t, please ignore this!) but do you think you could write some headcanons Niccolo and Porco? I absolutely adore your aot/snk writing!!
A/N: I cry over niccolo daily 😩
Warnings: yandere, unhealthy relationships, unhealthy mindsets, unhealthy behavior, toxic jealousy, this gives off nicosasha vibes I’m so sorry, unhealthy coping mechanisms, feeding (?), possessive behavior
Niccolo
This guy is seriously sweet, I mean... he just adores his darling. They make him infatuated when they eat his food. No, I’m not kidding. His darling says that they prefer his food over anyone else’s and he’s in love. Niccolo is constantly cooking for his darling once he knows that they enjoy his food, it just brings him so much happiness seeing his darling eating his food, it makes him extremely fuzzy on the inside. Niccolo can get really annoyed when he does see his darling around other people, especially if they’re eating other food, he literally feels attacked. Easily made jealous, but Niccolo isn’t one to take out his anger on his darling, it’s not their fault, after all.
Porco Galliard
So annoyed that he caught feelings at first, but he gets kind of worried once he realizes that his feelings are much more intense than they’re supposed to be. Porco tends to be a very lucid yandere, and he feels a lot of guilt considering how overwhelming he knows he is when it comes to his darlings safety. He hovers over them like some kind of worried mother, but, of course, his intentions are far from platonic or pure. Porco is a possessive freak, and refuses to see his darling happy if it means them being with anyone other than him. Their well-being means more to Porco than their personal happiness. It’s a phase to him, they’ll suck it up eventually, being with him isn’t that bad,
There are live updates happening on most major news outlets. Posts circulating on tumblr are behind the times. If you want ACTUAL UP TO DATE NEWS with a minimum of panic and rabble-rousing then check elsewhere.
Yes, this is as bad as it looks. No, a panicky tumblr post does not have all the information. Prefer verifiable facts to social media soundbites.
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What’s happening in DC right now is fucking insane, everyone PLEASE stay safe. If anyone needs to talk about what’s happening or otherwise, my inbox is open for you!
Please do what you can to stay calm, and stay safe.
fyi americans outside of dc, stay away from your state capitol too. there have been reports of terrorists attacking the utah capitol as well as in other states. please stay safe and stay at home.
To my followers in and around Washington D.C: stay safe, stay as safe as you can, stay indoors, please be careful. Abide by the 6pm curfew. Don't go near the Capitol, of course. The entire DC National Guard has been activated, and things might get worse. Stay off social media if you need to. It's scary, it's terrifying, and it's unprecedented and unheard of for insurrections to happen, much less people storming the Capitol building. Please stay safe. Stay aware of your surroundings. I can't say everything will be okay, because I don't know that and no one will does. Just be as safe as you are able, and be aware of your surroundings. Do what you need to, as far as social media and news breaks go, and please, PLEASE stay safe.
Can I request a Yandere love letter from Melon from BEASTARS with an tiny aftermath 💌
Dear (name)
I see what you’re doing. I get the point, you just want to frustrate me. You must find it so funny to deliberately try and get my attention through such disgusting ways. The only part of this whole situation that I find even remotely funny is how you think that prick actually cares about you at all. I think it’s pretty clear that he just wants to...
Swallowing back tears, you crush the paper. You already had an idea of what it said after reading the 6 letters that had come before this one. At first it was flattering, really. The first one, and maybe even the second, were normal love letters from a seemingly shy admirer. It felt nice to be desirable, even if you were already dating someone. The third was weird, the fourth scary, and so on until the sheer amount harassment contained in the few sheets of paper you held shook you to the core. Most of the harassment was indirectly pointed at people in your life, it should have been easy to ignore but it wasn’t. Not when your “admirer” knew about events they shouldn’t have, and well enough to turn them into gross misinterpretations. It was honestly hard to ignore, especially when it was becoming more and more clear that this admirer was, in reality, a stalker.
To make things worse, when you tried to show your sweetheart, they laughed and told you to stop messing around; sure you’d had a rather big argument but you didn’t think you were the kind of person to joke about that kind of thing. After they brushed you off, and even got angry when you didn’t drop it, you were inclined to slightly believe what your stalker was trying to convince you of.
Your partner hadn’t really done anything yet that was deserving of a break up, but... It didn’t matter much. If the letters kept up, you might just break up to see if they stopped. Tossing the letter into the pile with the others, you decided it was probably the same bullshit in different words.
The next morning you woke with a headache that might as well have been splitting your skull, but even with blurred vision you realized quickly that you were chained to someone else’s bed. So you laid there for seemingly hours, maybe a couple minutes, rubbing your flesh raw with little to no success in loosening the metal cuffs. Tears swelled as you realized the only thing your tugging had accomplished was the smeared blood now coating the metal and bed.
A couple clicks and the door behind you opening was really the last thing you wanted to hear in the moment. Dull lighting jabbed at your already blurred eyes, making it difficult to see anything more than a oddly shaped dark spot in the open door. The door was shut behind the figure, making you miss the painful lighting when you failed to recognize the person entering the poorly lit room. Your blood practically froze when he spoke, “You must not have read my letter, I was sure you would have picked the easier way.”
Happy New Years! Good job on surviving the year everyone, keep up the good work! Remember to take it easy, take care of yourself to the best of your abilities ❤︎
