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Yandere Alphabet

C!Quackity

A/N: I’m doing a yandere alphabet for c!quackity. I think I’m gonna name my story something like a “Negotiations!AU”. This is the Quackity from my previous story. I suggest you read that beforehand! Also, I wouldn’t define Quackity as a Yandere. This alphabet works best for him though! He and Y/N are just in a very very very fucked up power dynamic.

CW: Yandere Behaviors, death, humiliation, abuse, isolation, crying, yelling, swearing, threats, unhealthy power dynamics, unhealthy relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Quackity has a hell of a hard time showing his love, as he’s in denial that he loves you.

But he does show that he cares (albeit reluctantly)

The deal between Sam and Quackity hasn’t been fully developed yet, but I’m sure he’s saved you from multiple situations where you would have to go back to Pandora’s Vault instead of working for him in Las Nevadas

Otherwise he’ll bring you gifts. Small trinkets, snacks, etc. This is only later in the relationship when he’s come to terms with his feelings

 Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He’d rather keep his hands clean. Even if something bothers him.

But god forbid he finds someone trying to help you escape.

You’re alone. Everyone hates you. He’s your only beacon of hope. Everything falls apart if you believe otherwise

He won’t kill them. A little torture to make sure they leave you alone. He might force them to stage a betrayal, turning your plans of escape in.

After he’s done with them, he’ll leave them be. But if they continue to be a bother, he’ll kill them without hesitation

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Absolutely.

After the shameful and humiliating trip to Las Nevadas, you won’t hear the end of it.

If you talk back he’ll call you ungrateful

If you’re silent?

“I was expecting SOME sort of response. What happened to all that energy you had back in Dreams cell?”

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He’ll grab your arm or a fist full of your hair to lead you someplace.

Other than that, not really

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Very very very very very little.

At least at the beginning.

Fuck. You gotta have been working for him for years and PROVEN your devoted loyalty for him to get lovey dovey.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He isn’t very patient.

He wouldn’t “wait out” any of your tantrums.

If you laid a single hand on him, don’t expect to leave that interaction unscathed.

He’ll throw you around. Grabbing a fistful of your hair before slamming you into a wall by your head.

He’ll also threaten sending you back to Pandora’s Vault.

He will do this until you’re on your knees begging for him to forgive you.

And god forbid you try anything once Quackity has opened up his heart to you.

He’ll beat you unconscious and you’ll wake up somewhere completely different.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

This is sorta a game to him. He loves playing cat and mouse with you. You’d never actually get away.

He’d let you settle down somewhere. Let you think that you’re safe. But he’s constantly watching you.

He has pawns everywhere, ready to turn you in at his command

He loves seeing you try to reach out for help only to be knocked unconscious and wake up back in Quackity’s office.

Just because he had fun, doesn’t mean you’re off the hook.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Probably my most recent fic you should totally go read it hehehe

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

You being at his side 24/7

You’re loving, submissive, and completely under his control

And he wants you to actually love him. Not just fake it.

He wants you to be by his side while he works. An assistant, if you will.

He hopes that in the future he can get you off the hook when it comes to the threat of him having to return you to a cell.

And in the future, he might let you talk to other people again. Only under strict watch. He has to hear the conversation and be in the same room.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He does get jealous sometimes.

Later in the “relationship” (you two ARENT dating, but just in this strange unspoken love power dynamic shitshow), when he allows you to speak to other people, he’ll only get jealous if either of you flirt with the other.

He’ll step in and break up the conversation.

But other than that, he’s okay with you having a controlled social outlet.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

It entirely depends on his mood and how long you’ve been in Las Nevadas.

Overall he’ll be very distant. He’s very business oriented

You two might have some conversations when he’s off work, but until you’re at least 5 months into it, he’ll be cold and distant.

But after you two build up some bonding? He’ll come around. He’ll still be very focussed on work, but a lot less hostile.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He just kinda hopes you’ll catch on eventually.

If you don’t, he’ll sit you down and have a heart-to-heart.

This is the only time he’ll be this vulnerable with you.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really no.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Want me to go alphabetically orrr..?

He has a plethora of things he’ll do. I’ll list em!

Isolate you in a dark room. Probably starving you for a while.

He’ll take you on a walk saying he’s returning you to the prison. He’ll smile and turn around once you’re begging for him not to leave you.

He’ll choke you unconscious

Throw you around

Cut you, beat you, etc.

He’s not above his old torture methods if you REALLY fucked up.

Other than that, he’ll yell at you, throw things, break things, and completely degrade you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

Literally everything. Your life is under strict watch and control.

You have a fucking bedtime.

You aren’t allowed to talk to other people.

You can’t go outside without him.

“Don’t touch that.”

“Sit down.”

Basically sit still and look pretty or do what he asks of you.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling loving them back?

He’s not patient at all after he opens up.

If you REJECT his confession then it’ll be a whole sob story.

Followed by yelling, swearing, degradation, etc.

Then he’ll apologize.

You’ll get whiplash from how Quickly he switches moods.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He could probably move on from your death. But he would decide to step away from any work with the prison.

Will definitely mourn your death. But he’ll get over it.

Unless you two are in your “honeymoon” shit. And you two are happy together. That’ll fucking wreck him and he will not get over it. It’ll change him. Force him into a whole different kind of corruption arc.

Bless your fucking soul if you manage to escape because he will throw a whole tantrum before hunting you down.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No and no. Not at all.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Quackity started to pity you after Dream sat and watched you get tortured.

He saw how your mood fell. Your mind practically broke after that. So he “took you in.”

And needless to say, it pulled you out of a dark place.

Though it surely put you in deep shit.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

If it’s because of something that he inflicted physically then he won’t really care. He’ll ignore you or tell you to shut up.

But if you’re crying over something else? He’ll reluctant try to comfort you.

He’ll figure out what’s bothering you and try his best to help.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

The situation.

You were already under his control before he fell for you.

Ad he reluctantly fell for you.

He actually hated himself for a while. He pushed his feelings down for a long time.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Just be good.

Build up his trust.

Once he starts letting you outside, you’re close.

Maybe smile at him, compliment him.

If you say you love him later in the relationship? He won’t show it, but he’ll be head over heels.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Yeah no shit.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Quackity sees you as less than him.

He loves you. But you two are NOT equal in his eyes.

But in order to win you over, he’d allow a lot more freedoms. He’d give you gifts and try to actually talk to you. Get to know you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

Idk how to answer this.

He snapped long before he got you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Nope. Never.

[carnifawn]

[watching a horror movie with a friend, where the charismatic, creepy killer hunts down the victim in a game of cat and mouse]

friend: omg, that’s so terrible, I’d hate to be that person!

me, internally making a pleading face and grabby hands, sweating nervously: haha yeah

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What if while Quackity is basically torturing you infront of Dream - n he has all this built upp sexual frustration

so he take it out on you doing things like shoving his fingers in ur mouth etc

n Dream sits there getting nervous/afraid that it will lead to noncon or something like that - only if you're comfortable

A/N: I fucking love this idea. This is just gonna be a drabble here. Im not gonna do a full on smut thing but I will 100% to to build tension. I normally wouldn’t write stuff like this, but I’m making an exception. This is not proofread, I’m very sleepy, BUT, I think I’ll actually write a fic ab this later.

CW: Injuries, Suggested Noncon, slight manhandling, steamy shit, mentions of torture, yelling, swearing.

-You were in a cell with Quackity and Dream. This wasn’t the first time Quackity had tortured you, but this time the atmosphere felt different.

-Throughout the torture visits, you had still always look to Dream for help, even though everyone knew that he wouldn’t.

-And Quackity was getting tired of you ignoring him despite cuts and abrasions all over you that he was inflicting. After all the blood, you were still looking at Dream with pleading eyes.

-Pleading with DREAM to help. Not even minding Quackity. Anger and frustration were building up. You yelled one last plea at Dream to get Quackity to stop.

-This quickly made Quackity loose his temper. He was tired of your shit. He set aside his weapon before grabbing your cheeks and jaw in one tense fist.

-“Eyes on me. What’s he gonna do? Huh? Focus on me.” With that, his thumb pushed up your upper lip, revealing your canines.

-The entire room shifted, now even more tense and uncomfortable. You went silent, avoiding eye contact with with Quackity.

-“FUCKING LOOK AT ME.”

-It was at this point that Dream finally looked up, seemingly opening his mouth to speak. Quackity quickly interrupted whatever he was gonna say.

-“So now you wanna help them? You don’t like seeing them like this?” He almost let out a laugh, putting two fingers into your mouth, pressing down gently on your tongue.

-At this point you knew better than to fight back. You could taste sweat and metal lingering on his fingers.

-“You’re pathetic Dream. Is that really what it took? Me touching them. You’re fine with their blood being spilled, but if I touch them?” Quackity grinned.

-Despite how much you feared the man, something about his tone flipped a switch in your mind.

-Quackity pulled you up from the ground, pressing your back into his chest. He placed a hand on your neck as his lips got dangerously close to your neck. Dream tensed.

-“you don’t like it when I do this Huh?”

-You were about to speak up when two fingers re-entered your mouth.

-“I wasn’t fucking talk to you, Y/N.”

-His voice went into more of a whisper as his lips brushed along the back of your ear.

-“I know you’re enjoying this.”

-Overall, he enjoyed this visit. He found out that touching you get under Dreams skin. And it does something for you.

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Oh ok, then could you do some rlly angsty yandere c!quackity headcannons? In the meantime if you want :) (like all that possessive shit, I just had surgery 💀)

A/N: Hello! Not proofread, and it’s kinda short, but yayayayy! Hope you have a smooth recovery! This isn’t headcannons, but just an angst fic I whipped up.

CW: Angst, Yelling, mentions of dislocation, injuries, manhandling, abuse, isolation, threats, crying, screaming, sobbing.

You slipped up. No. You fucked up. You just fucked everything over on your own. You just got stressed! Everything got so overwhelming. Quackity had been looking for you, and you had locked yourself away. Quite literally. You needed some space away from Quackity, and because you couldn’t leave, you locked yourself in the bathroom. Curled up in a ball, hugging your knees and he banged on the door.

“Y/N! I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE. COME OUT RIGHT NOW AND MAYBE I’LL GO EASY ON YOU YEAH?”

His voice was booming. He sounded furious. But you were frozen, stuck in a curled up ball of fear on the bathroom floor. After a while of banging on the door to urge you out, he had enough. He seemed like he walked away. Was he leaving you be? Oh thank god. You could finally get some peace and q-

Running footsteps and a slam. He broke down the door. He was towering over your shaking figure. He was FUMING with anger. Furrowed brows and a frown barring a peek at his canines.

“You wanna be away from me that badly? Fine. You never have to see me again if you don’t want to!”

His voice was low, tone was laced with venom. He grabbed your arm, yanking you up to your feet.

“We’re gonna go on a walk, Y/N.”

You could barely even comprehend what he meant by that. You were already sobbing and trying to pull away. His hold on your arm was definitely going to leave bruises.

“STOP-“

Your mistake there wasn’t exactly that you tried to plead. But your tone came off as aggressive. Demanding. And he hated that. There was a quick but harsh slap across your face.

“DROP IT Y/N. I DON’T WANNA HEAR IT.”

You two were already out of the building and quickly leaving Las Nevadas. He was practically dragging you as sobs and unintelligible pleads escaped your lips. It felt as though your arm was being pulled out of its socket. You were trying to keep up with how fast he was dragging you, when you realized where you were headed. You could see Pandora’s Vault in the distance.

“Nonono.. NO QUACKITY IM SORRY”

It fell upon deaf ears. Well, not entirely deaf. You were only apologizing now, and a part of that bugged him. But you seemed horrified, and he was enjoying ever bit of it. He knew how much you hated Pandora’s Vault. He knew you would break if you went back there. And you knew it too. And that alone was amusing to Quackity. But he wanted to teach you a lesson.

Your sobs got louder, but you weren’t pulling away. (Quackity noticed that.) You could barely breathe, seeing the prison get closer and closer as Quackity kept yanking you along. You saw Sam in the distance. That’s when you fucking broke, pulling against Quackity and practically screaming. He turned around, grabbed you by your hair and forced you onto your knees.

“What is it? You’re screaming, for what fucking reason? It’s annoying.”

You avoided eye contact with him, but took your chance. He was listening! This was an opportunity! You don’t care if you have to beg, you CANNOT go back to a cell. You practically crumbled down at his feet.

“Please! Please Quackity I’m so sorry I don’t- icant- pleasedontdothis I’m so sorry.”

You were tripping over your words like an idiot. He found it pathetic, but he waited.

“Why shouldn’t I?”

He smirked, looking at you expectantly, an eyebrow raised.

Shit shit shit. You can’t go back to a prison! You can’t you just can’t handle it. You need to be around someone you need you need you need to-

“PLEASE! please I’m so sorry I won’t do it again I know it was stupid I can’t leave you! Please don’t leave me there. Please don’t leave me.”

You choking over pleads and sobs at his feet for him to not leave you? That seemed to do it for him. Congratulations! You just got a free ticket back to Las Nevadas. He grabbed your jaw and made you look up at him.

“You’re right. What would you do without me?”

He patronized you. But you couldn’t talk back, you knew that much by now.

“How about this. If you cut your bullshit, I won’t send you back. If you’re good for me? You can stay in Las Nevadas. You won’t have to worry about that prison again. Can you do that? Can you be good?”

There was a mix of patronizing, threatening, and amusement in his voice. You frantically nodded your head, which made him pull you back up into a hug. A hug that could’ve very easily shattered your entire ribcage.

“Im glad. See? We BOTH know how much you need me. Lets go back to Las Nevadas, okay?”

You clung onto him. You hated that you needed him this much. But you didn’t have a choice. He’s your world weather you like it or not.

[vespertineneon]

TW: Mentions of torture. I think that’s it.

Okay I’m honestly kinda tired of DSMP x readers being so romantic. I’ve been searching for AGES and I would kill to have a Quackity x reader type thing. But it’s not romantic. Imagine the reader is friends with Dream or something. The reader was behind the scenes helping Dream control shit. And Yada Yada disc battle, the reader is now in prison. Pandora’s vault. Not in the same cell as Dream. I wanna see some thing where Quackity uses the reader as a threatening thing. Having Quackity torture the reader in front of Dream. I’d give my canines to read something like that.

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I have no clue how to master list

[carnifawn]

Whump/Carnifism Scenario

[taken from the Carnifism Manor discord. trigger warnings: aggressive dogs, squeezing yourself into a small space]

You are a carnifee, standing in front of an enormous tall building. You are tasked to go inside and find someone; the first person you find will be your assigned carnifex.

You enter, and quickly realize this will be harder than you thought. You come across many rooms, all of which are empty and have very new, unused furniture. You wander through blinding white hallways and floors, opening door after door until eventually you reach a room where a man is seated in an exquisite chair in the middle. Beside him are two large dogs on leashes, and they don’t seem to like you very much.

He comments something about how late you are, but you don’t hear exactly what he says, as you can’t take your eyes off the dogs. They’re becoming increasingly agitated as they snarl at you. He notices your rising anxiety toward the dogs and pauses, before letting loose on the leashes a little. The dogs jerk forward about a foot, and the way you flinch back makes him smile. He pulls them back to his sides and tells them to sit.

"What, are you scared of them?" You anxiously nod. "Aw, they're not so bad. It shouldn't take too long, anyway."

“What? What does he mean...?” You think to yourself. You find yourself backing up to the door as your heart pounds faster. There's a sick expression on the man’s face. His hands rest on the buckles of their collars. Your blood runs cold.

"Sick."

You run out the door and down the hall as you hear the dogs getting closer behind you. You run into the nearest room and shut the door just before the dogs can get a hold of you. The doors here are rather flimsy; you won't have long. Your eyes search the room before they land on a large cabinet. You run over and open the doors; it's empty. There's a space inside that just might be big enough. You squeeze yourself in the small space, and notice that there’s handles on the inside; before you could question this detail, the dogs break through the door. They barrel towards the cabinet, and it's all you can do to keep the cabinet doors shut.

After what feels like forever, you see a pair of legs step over the broken door's rubble into the room, through the slit in the cabinet doors.

"Help, please!" You cry out in desperation. He seems to ignore you.

I don't want to die like this, I don't want to be mauled, I- I want-

"I want to be hurt by you!"

That seems to grab his attention.

"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you over the dogs."

You muster up as much strength as you can, and yell out:

"I want you to hurt me!"

He whistles and tells his dogs to come and sit.

He walks to the cabinet and leans down. Light floods the small space as you look up at him, grinning at you.