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Birthday present from the talented @yanmaresu! <3 I love it so much, thank you!
Hiii Mera. Can I request #55 with Jade?
(cw: yandere, gender neutral reader, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, stalking, revenge-flavored obsession, descriptions of (past) sexual assault, implied character death, reader doesn't know the leech twins are separate entities,,, that is you don't even know they're twins)
(monstrously yandere prompts)
I know what you did.
At exactly midnight, the ominous message populates your empty notification log. Wholly confused, you blink at the bright screen in hopes that staring long enough will decode the cryptic string of letters.
sry i think u have the wrong number
And that's that. You swipe your finger across the screen, intending to delete the chat entirely, but your phone vibrates with a new message.
No, I don't. You're (First Name) (Last Name) and I know what you did ten years ago. I can prove it.
You pull your finger away from the screen and, now sitting up in bed, read through the message twice before it clicks. So this unknown sender knows your name and has some sort of dirt or blackmail on you from ten years ago. Uh-huh. Sure.
Rolling your eyes, you consider blocking them. If it's one of your friends, their little prank, while tactless and very much unappreciated, will be over before it started. Ten years was forever ago. There's so much you could've done that would warrant a spooky I know what you did. Maybe it's an ex. Maybe it's an enemy you've unintentionally made.
And maybe it's nothing.
10 years ago??? ur gonna have to be more specific buddy
Your curiosity wins. How could it not? You want to know what grave sin you committed a decade ago. Just what could be so bad that it could earn you this level of dedication? You imagine your hater sitting in their mother's basement, typing away on their silly burner phone, cataloguing the list of offenses you've supposedly done. Which one will it be? The one where you lied about your age to get into bars and clubs? The one where you fashioned fake IDs for your friends? The one where you got so drunk you barfed in your friend's designer bag and pretended to misplace it just so you wouldn't have to tell them the truth?
By all accounts, most of your "sins" are minor grievances, all immature errors made by a teenager struggling with the transition into adulthood. Everyone makes stupid mistakes in their youth. That's what youth is about. Live and learn.
But the message that pops up isn't any of those things.
This one is an old newspaper headline from ten years ago.
The one about the botany student who was found bludgeoned to death in the woods, his skull so badly beaten it nearly cracked in half.
The one they all called a tragedy.
Why did you do it?
You set your phone down, swing your legs over the side of the bed, and—
You stumble into your nightstand. Your hands fly to your throat. You press down against your pulse point to count out every stuttered beat. You try to find three different sensations. The sound of your labored breathing. The rustle of your pajamas. The whoosh-whoosh of the wind outside.
Why did you kill me?
But this can't be right. How is this happening?
who are you and wheat the fuck do u ywant?
You can't type. You can't even breathe.
I told you: Why did you do it? That's a simple question, isn't it? Answer it and I'll leave you alone.
i didn't do anything. idk what ur talking about.
I have no interest in going back and forth with you, (Name). Rather, I'll lay the facts out here. Ten years ago, you met me in the forest and things went awry. You beat me to death with a large rock. I know because I have this rock sitting right in front of me.
"What the fuck?" you mutter, exhaling shakily. "What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?"
What I don't know is why. The police found fragments of this very rock in my skull, and it was so bad they had to shut my casket for the viewing. Do you realize how violent you must be to subject one to such a fate? My family couldn't even look at me properly. Consider it like this: If your closest, most cherished companion died, you'd want to look at their peaceful expression and find closure. Wouldn't you? So imagine how devastated my family was to be denied access simply because it was too brutal.
You can't think. The only thing flashing through your mind is that day. That horrifying day. The day all the cicadas emerged from underground to buzz in the stifling heat of summer. The day you agreed to a date with the shy botany student from afternoon lab.
You can't picture his face. It's all botched up in your head. A mess of scribbles and static. You don't want to imagine him, towering over you in the grass, fingers digging into your forearm.
This can't be real. It's a vile joke. It has to be.
"It's not my fault," you hear yourself say, fingers stumbling over the keypad.
i didn't do anything. i wasn't there. i'm sry for ur loss
There's a long pause before another message comes in.
That's what you told the police when they questioned you. And everyone felt so bad because poor, poor you, thrown into the spotlight for a crime you couldn't have possibly committed. Because there wasn't enough evidence at the time. Because you're the perfect victim, not the perfect criminal. Because why would it ever be you, sweet and demure, loved by all? But I've kept your secret for ten years, and if you can't tell me why you did what you did I'll tell the police. I'll bring this rock and every other evidence right to them, and then they'll finally see the truth.
Before you can shoot holes in their fiction, a photo pops up. It's the rock. That fucking rock. The rock that's haunted your dreams ever since you felt its weight in your hands.
You squeeze your eyes shut and there he is. His kind, mismatched, downward-angled eyes, only ever seeing you despite all the attention he'd attract. His smile was sharp, but his lips were softer. And it was what he'd told you before he grabbed you and threw you to the ground that was a cushion of needles for the inevitable, shocking blow: I've liked you longer. Why the fuck are you going out with him now?
And you had to lay there and listen to it. The filthy confession. His warped feelings. How he was the first to see you. How he should have you because he's been nothing but patient and loyal.
And then he was reaching for your legs, to spread them apart and bestow upon you all the love that had been binding his heart ever since he saw you at orientation.
You didn't know what to do. It was the first time any guy had ever shown any interest in you. You thought the botany student was nice enough. He had charmed you with his nerdy sense of humor. So why did it have to turn out this way?
When you came to later, there was a body and blood—so much blood—and only then did you see the rock in your hands, stained with gore.
You killed the botany student ten years ago out of self-defense.
And you couldn't tell anyone because no one would believe you.
Because, if you did, you'd be seen as a criminal before a victim. A criminal who robbed a young man of his promising future.
Even now, you can see his hulking outline at the end of your bed. Those kind eyes that turned so malicious. That wide smile that spoke nothing but perverted fantasies.
You think he was smiling when he died, but then you don't remember. You can't. Your body won't allow it. You only remember death. The pulpy mush of brain and flesh. The golden eye that had squeezed loose from its socket. The fractured skull, brain matter oozing out into the grass.
And all while those cicadas cried and cried and cried.
I'm sorry, but that doesn't feel right. Because you're not.
You tap the back button and are now left with an empty line.
i had to protect myself. what was i supposed to do?
It's minutes before you receive a reply.
Do you even remember my name?
You scrub the tears from your eyes and sniffle wetly. So that's it then. Nothing. You were supposed to do nothing but lay there and let it happen. Is that it?
Somehow, you force your fingers to type out a response.
ur the botany student. the one from my lab class. jade leech.
This time, the message appears immediately.
Ah. I understand now.
What?
What could he possibly understand?
There's a creak just down the hall, at the bottom of the staircase. And then the light downstairs flicks off.
Your blood frosts over. Your heart sticks in your throat.
Someone's in your house.
You hold your breath and, with trembling hands, type a question.
u are jade leech, right? ur supposed to be dead, so tell me. what do u see right now?
You strain to listen for another sound. For something that shouldn't be there. This can't be real. Jade is supposed to be dead.
who the fuck are you????
Before you can demand they show themselves, your phone buzzes.
What do I see? Hmm. I can't see much of anything. I imagine that's how it is when you're dead.
And then another buzz. Just like a cicada. Just like that summer day, where you choked on the heat. Where sweat crawled down your back and a greedy mouth mashed against yours.
You never did tell me why you did it. For "protection" against what, exactly?
You grit your teeth. This person can't be serious.
Ah. Forgive me. I should amend my wording. Protection against whom.
You squint through the darkness. Is something there? That's impossible. Jade's dead. He shouldn't be wandering blindly about in your house.
He's dead.
Still, you press call and lift your phone to your ear. Huddled in the very corner of your bed, cowering against the wall, you watch the shadowed rectangle that is your doorway.
A flash of light brightens the end of the hall.
For just a second, you see a tall figure.
And then, just before the light is snuffed, a head turns your way.
You drop your phone and stifle your gasp in your palms.
I spy with my little eyes...
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You.
Your phone screen explodes with brightness, casting your bedroom in its sickly pale luminosity. It illuminates the haunted face of Jade Leech, leaning over your bed to peer directly into your face with two wide, bloodshot, upward-angled eyes.
Is your OC Niles one of the Fates from Hercules? I just noticed he likes astrology and imagined him predicting the future. (Maybe pulling his eye out too. lol.)
XBDJSBSISSNK HORRIFYING LMAO
But also really fun to think about casting wise?? Lmao honestly he's not really twisted from any specific Hercules character, but his theming is very in line with Eros- though he doesn't appear in the movie so I suppose the closest character would be his mother, Aphrodite LMAO so if there was any in movie character Niles is twisted from it would be a Very loose version of her (which is funny because she's openly disgusted by Hades while Niles is immediately like "oh I like this guy" about Idia lmao)
I saw your sketches of Mer-Azul being bigger than the tweels. What if he was gigantic like Ursula at the end of the movie? Like if someone hurt the tweels and he just gets big. Lol. I feel like Jade would be touched about Azul's feelings for them and Floyd would want to eat those huge tentacles.
YESSSSSSS, I LOVE THIS-
it's always the tall, scary Leech twins protecting their weak boss from unruly clients on land...but what if it's the other way around once they are in the water
giant octo making sure his cute little pet eels are safe and protected?
a feral Azul going after anyone who dares to hurt his beloved eels??
I could see Jade being a bit of a tease about it too-
"my my, so you went out of your way to save us? you must really be fond of Floyd and me~"
Azul would firmly deny any sort of attachment towards the twins, of course: "tsk, don't be ridiculous, I'm only upholding my part of our contract- this is a purely symbiotic relationship"
he can't allow himself to be soft-hearted. after all, it's eat-or-be-eaten in the business world as well as in the ocean-
(he's telling himself that he's not attached, but boyyyyy is he attached to those two)
Floyd's always called Azul's merform delicious and squishy, he'd sure wanna nibble a bit on cute tako-chan even if Azul's like, ten times the size of his eels...still same cute tako-chan
it's not only Azul being bigger than the twins tho, he's also said to be super strong too?? according to Floyd, his grip strength is scary (and you know it's concerning when FLOYD of all people is the one giving praise-)
Author's Note: My professor asked for us to write a musical scene for class. So I wrote a scene based on my friend's D&D campaign I'm in. My classmates really loved it and I got an 'A' so that's pretty neat to know that one's fanfiction can be enjoyed in a college setting. lol. The Tumblr format is not correct for a script but I did the best I can to make it legible as a script. Azul's singing lines are blue while Mellow's is yellow. I hope you enjoy. Melody Based on: Song of Healing but it's a little much... The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask Piano Cover
Musical Scene: Confronting Azul
Can I request gif reactions of the organization's S/O wanting to go out to eat, but they keep saying no to all their restaurant suggestions?
this one is really creative, i love it
also there are a SHOCKING amount of gifs of that dude from hawaii Five 0 looking confused and frustrated
oOoOo
Xemnas -
Xigbar -
HC: Xemnas and the other Xehanorts love playing Animal Crossing.
Just because ACNH has been such a fuckin BEACON OF JOY in my life since it came out (even though I have no means of playing lol) i’m adding some general animal crossing Nort headcanons
Master Xenahort :
He’d be a snooty goat, pretty obvious. All of his letters sound vaguely threatening and pretty creepy, but he also sends super rare furniture so it’s not like you can complain that much. Whenever he’s in your town, all of your flowers are bound to turn black for some weird fucking reason. - no one knows if this is a feature or a glitch You have more chances of getting him to show up if you have a heart shaped pond for him to lurk around.
As for Xenahort playing Animal Crossing, weLL. Good luck getting this old boomer figure out how the controls and everything else works. He seems to like Isabelle a lot because “she’s efficient and a cute dog” but he ALSO likes Apollo and his litte “PAH !” catchphrase. Xenahort could have a pretty gothic and aesthetic world if it weren’t for the fact that he struggles with technology. Also also the guy who’d listen to all teh fun facts Blathers has.
Ansem (Heartless) :
A jock/cranky boar maybe. The kind of villager you wouldn’t really give much thought about, he looks a little funky and emo but eh, it’s not a big deal - until you get into his house and see that it’s pretty much chaos. There’s furniture you’ve never seen and are those fucking GLOWING EYES in the background ? You don’t think you wanna know. Exclusively comes out at night when there’s literally no other villager awake and he’s never present during holidays or events.
Ansem wouldn’t even play Animal Crossing, ngl. He has 0 interest in the game and would most likely drop it after 10 minutes. Also why can he only call like ONE person in the attic ? Fucking whack, that’s not how phones work. Spends the entire time complaining about little things he doesn’t understand. Like come on, man they’re just funky talking animals, let them live.
Xemnas :
A lazy wolf. More quiet and lethargic than actually lazy. The guy is pretty quiet the first days UNTIL you start befriending them, then you’ll discover that he’s actually a fucking chatterbox. You can find Xemnas on the beach at sunset just vibing most of the time or at the museum. After having him around for a while, you notice that he’s the only fucking villager in your town that hasn’t celebrated nor told you when his birthday is. His house is pretty minimalist and monochrome.
Xemnas doesn’t exactly “play” the game - he mostly just roams around, doing absolutely nothing or just talking with people while going “Hmmm” Ohhh” “I see. . .” and other noises to himself. Couldn’t figure out how to give Isabelle a seashell on the first days so he just dropped that shit on the town hall pavement and it’s been there since then. Xemnas also never learns the real names of the villagers in his town, he just names them after people he knows and calls it a day.
Vanitas :
Definitely a jock cat, but like, the mean kind. He’s just too childish and energetic to be a cranky villager lol - his catchphrase is probably some shit like “idiot”. Not even a nickname, he just adds that at the end of sentences. Vanitas (or Catnitas :punch: :pensive) runs through the flowers but ONLY when you’re watching, orders the weirdest and most complex coffee just to see if you can make it - and then when you show him that you can, he’s impressed but also angry cause now he has to drink that shit. If you get Vanitas on your town, there’s a high chance that Ventus also moves in right next to him and viceversa.
Vanitas claims that he doesn’t give a shit about Animal Crossing, but his town is impeccable and he WILL kill for the villagers he loves - even if he’d also just try to straight up kill the ones he hates lol. The type of guy who carries around an axe 24/7 for no reason other than aesthetics and to make a Statement (tm). His house is pretty ugly though and he gets mad because he just doesn’t know how to properly decorate it to get a good grade.
Young Xenahort :
Smug goat. Smug goat. SMUG GOAT. The 100% definition of smug bastard - old Xenahort at least had the decency to SEND you rare furniture, but this guy just DISPLAYS it all on his house and MAKES SURE you know how pitiful it is that you can’t have the same things as he does. His house is chess themed and he has a picture of Eraqus somewhere. All of his letters sound condescending and he tries to use really long words to sound cooler, but we all know the truth.
Young Xenahort shares a switch with Young Eraqus so naturally they share islands in ACNH. Eraqus didn’t really mind but Xenahort REALLY wanted to divide the island in half so that they could have their own territory. IRONICALLY, he spends most of the time on Eraqus’ side tidying shit up - because he just can’t help getting mad whenever he sees how messy everything is, with all the fucking fish just laying around because Blathers isn’t there yet. Young Xenahort also insists on only having white roses and is very hellbent on keeping a strict aesthetic.
Terranort :
The snooty lion she tells you not to worry about. Also a bit smug, but not as bad as the actual Xenahort - he’s actually pretty tolerable, when he’s not giving you the cold shoulder. The villager that takes you 207456 years to actually befriend and who only likes super specific and rare items as gifts. It’s really funny to bully him around because he only gets angry and just stomps around all day after that.
Another sad lad who wouldn’t play AC BUT if he DID he’d have some intense lore and one man larping sessions with the villagers. Like, those people who get WAY too into it. And sadly that’s all I got on him because I wasted all of my juice on writing for the other guys who are all technically the same guy.
Dark Riku :
Stereotypical jock wolf - head empty no thoughts, only muscles, sports and a deep seated inferiority complex. If you send him fruit, he’ll send you garbage in return. The only villager who wil SMACK you back with a net if you hit him, but his letters are oddly ??? Pretty nice and normal too ??? Unlike all of his regular dialogue about beating you up at every single game and sport possible in this entire world. Like, calm down, bro. Calm down and have a caprisun. Brags a lot about his “friend Kairi” from another town, which is sad cause she doesn’t. Actually know him. At all.
Like Vanitas, e-boy Riku says he “doesn’t give a shit about some animal AI from a kids game” but he actually does. Sable is BEST girl in his eyes and getting her to open up and share her story with him was a magical moment. The game is super soothing and it calms him down, he’d even listen to those Lo-Fi AC 24/7 streams on youtube whenever he needs to c h i l l.
Xigbar :
Peppy panther, I don’t even have to tell y’all what his catchphrase is. Constantly breaks the fourth wall with little jokes, known to “teleport” - he kinda ends up showing up on every single store and building you enter, as if nothing happened. Sends you VERY specific letters describing shit he shouldn’t knowor stupid jokes and puns. LOVES to gossip about other villagers and gives you that Extra Lore and trivia about them - but whenever you ask others about him, they just Dont Know Anything About Xigbar. Are you SURE he’s in your town, mayor ?
Xigbar would mostly play Pocket Camp because it’s easier than carrying around a fuckin ds or a switch. It’s also less work and it’s a nice distraction from all the drama going around in the real organization. To play ACNH or ACNL he probably leeches off someone else’s console and he’d exclusively visit others’ towns just to fuck with them or annoy them to death by surrounding their houses with pitfalls.
Xigbar is not a trash man 2020.
He smells like black chamomile.
@mariahmaru.