#my vampire

[fairy-lilith]

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[dolliibelle]

is this supposed to be a safe space or a toxic playground ?

❝ i’m so fucking sick of seeing yandere obsession turned into some fetishized, glamorized, romantic fantasy by people who have no fucking clue what they’re talking about. violent thoughts, crippling jealousy, obsessive behaviors — these are not some cute little quirks to be shipped and idealized. they’re real. they hurt. they fucking destroy. and yet, the fanfiction accounts and fetishizers out here turn these very real struggles into a cheap thrill for clicks and likes. they strip away every shred of pain and trauma, painting obsession as sexy or desirable — as if suffering can just be packaged prettily and sold. it’s disgusting, and it’s cruel. how dare they erase the people who live with these feelings every single day? how fucking dare they weaponize our pain for entertainment? obsession is not a game. it’s not a storyline for your twisted fantasies. it’s a labyrinth of trauma, fear, and desperate need. it tears families apart. it haunts the darkest corners of minds. it leads to broken hearts, broken souls, sometimes even broken bodies. but in the eyes of these fetishizers, it’s “sexy,” “hot,” “edgy.” fuck that. fuck the people who trivialize this suffering, turning it into porn or some glossy, sanitized fanfiction fantasy. and don’t get me started on the fetishizer accounts. those who parade around with their obsessive headcanons, their “uwu yandere baby” aesthetics, acting like it’s some cute personality trait rather than a dangerous, painful mental state. you don’t get to co-opt this pain just to fill your follower counts. you don’t get to minimize the emotional abuse, the paranoia, the self–destruction that comes with this in real life. you’re not making a community — you’re making a fucking circus of delusion, and it’s exhausting for the rest of us. so no, i’m not here to entertain your fetish fantasies. no, i’m not going to pretend that obsessive, violent, borderline feelings are cute or romantic. i live this shit. i know the nightmares, the pain, the hollow ache of jealousy that claws at my insides. and i’m telling you — it’s not something to romanticize. it’s something to survive. if you want to write about obsession, do it with respect. do it with honesty. don’t turn it into some sanitized cosplay of trauma. and for god’s sake, stop fetishizing mental illness, especially autism, bpd, or selective mutism. we’re not your aesthetics. we’re not your props. we’re real people living messy, painful lives — not your fantasy doll. so yeah, call me harsh. call me unhinged. but if you’re here to treat obsession like a cosplay, or a fetish, or a joke, then please leave. because this space is for the people who actually live with these feelings, who suffer, who struggle, and who deserve to be heard — not for those who want to glamorize pain for clout. ❞

[lamunii]

TW!! slight blood

probably one of my fave drawings of her she looks slightly feral lmao

[kidcorvidae]

this e-dating shit is serious

[ladyrosesblog]

I Can’t Believe That I’m Saying This, But Today We Had To Say Goodbye To Our Sweet Elvis… I’m Absolutely Heartbroken May You Rest In Peace Gorgeous Boy I Love You Always 💔

[radiopeep-art]

careful there, jasmine! you’re entering homoerotic territory in your obsession with bringing about cass’s demise at great cost to your health and sanity!

she would never.

[lonelyfuckingcat]

Part 2 ❤️🖤