revisit to an oldie! both to add the many new killers since the last iteration and expand and reassess what i had written previously, so here’s a go again at my yandere archetype list for the killers, as of june 2025. also added a danger level for funsies
no behavior here should be replicated, encouraged, or sought out - this is all just a writing exercise and fun character study
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EVAN MACMILLAN / THE TRAPPER
Lucid, Possessive
Evan can tell there’s something harmful about his feelings, and that has to tell you something when coming from someone with no healthy relationships in their life and no sense of positive attention. He’s careful, so careful, as a result, maneuvering interactions with you like he’s handling an active, ablaze minefield. He hates the chess he’s playing, he can’t stand to have to portray himself a certain way for the sake of someone else, so he’s quick to skip the formalities and niceties of your early relationship and devolve into attempts to control you.
He’s meant to run things, meant to be the operator, meant to orchestrate, and orchestrate he does; he makes himself the only viable option for a partner, ensuring he can provide everything you need and advertises that regularly. This intensifies quickly, and he starts acting on your behalf to sever other existing ties, first acting as your mouthpiece to snuff out relations with others—typically, this is done with claims of you being disinterested, too occupied, so on. Eventually he’s very much moderating your time and purposely waning it until you’re shut off entirely from them. If he feels your interest in him is threatened enough, he’s not above drawing blood. Evan would wade through a sea of the stuff just to secure your love for him.
Danger: 4/5
PHILIP OJOMO / THE WRAITH
Obsessive, Lucid
Philip does what he can to repress his feelings. He considers himself too horrible of a person to ever be able to offer you a stable relationship, so he pines from afar. It aches endlessly, but is unlikely to act on his emotions. As he’s learned many times throughout his life, there is safety and sometimes necessity in distance. He can’t hurt you, you can’t hurt him, there’s no rejection and no expectations. This is fine, this is what’s best–he can live with the horrible ache of yearning easier than he could subject you to a love so all-consuming.
The only scenario in which he would make his feelings known is if you were the one to make the decision to close the gap, to give him that opening to relieve him of his internal torture and love you freely. But it’s no good, Philip watches himself spiral, his feelings intensifying and building and blooming—but not like they should, not in the way affection builds and strengthens like a loved garden, but like the propagation of undesired weeds, sudden and sweeping. And much like weeds, he just can't get rid of them, tearing through the soil to find their roots all while more expand around him and overrun the remaining soil. Is he bad, is he unforgivable? If someone like you, who he can only fathom as faultless and loving, can love him knowing everything he’s done, he wants to believe that he is forgivable, or even that his feelings aren’t so reprehensible.
Danger 1/5
MAX THOMPSON JR. / THE HILLBILLY
Obsessive
Max is not stupid, he knows how to read the people around him, and he’s especially mindful of the way disdain and resentment manifest in people's eyes. He never stopped caring, he never developed a resilience to it like he maybe should have for a lifetime of mistreatment. He’s fatigued of the ritual, the hanging, writhing cows, the buzz of flies in blistering summer, the laughing–cruel and dry of sympathy, but then so genuine and warm when heard from the next room over. He needs you to prove he’s not unlovable, he doesn’t need it to be genuine so long as you can sell the act, so long as he doesn’t have to feel that despicable sting when someone looks at him with pity. Play house with him, call him by his name because he knows he has one. He loves the sound of yours, your introduction to him is seared deep into every surface in his mind, so say his.
He thinks you might be the first person to recognize his fear, his lost wandering, something no one else could seem to discern, already hateful or already afraid. Max can be good, he knows how to sit still, how to stay out of the way and out of view. He’s ranked on the lower side in danger because his desires are quite simple and even standard–somewhere safe to stay, food on the table, a lover, a name and a reputation of his own making, not of someone else’s verdict.
Danger 2.5/5
SALLY SMITHSON / THE NURSE
Delusional, Isolating
Her time working in the asylum left her washed intensely in delusion. She believes, though her method is cruel and unforgiving, her intentions are good-natured. The same will apply for any romantic feelings. She’s very much of the mind that she knows best and that it’s her duty to keep you from being led astray.
It’s impossible to reason with her mindset, soiled with delirium, and she’ll shut down any arguments with the accusation that you’re the delusional one; she only wants to help. You’re callous, pushing her away. She’s good at orchestrating her emotions to manipulate others, a surprisingly honed skill for someone in a position expected to prescribe care in a high-intensity environment. That persona of hers is equally mastered and refined, and when displays of fanatical emotion don’t work to her advantage, Sally can switch to cold and collected on a dime. She has this nurturing voice of reason that’s sinisterly good at making you second-doubt yourself. Even with her own sharp, calculated tongue, it doesn’t mean your own doubting, resistant words don’t get to her, inching and worming about to find an opening inside. There’s guilt there, festering behind a face that’s fixed and serious. But she loves you, she trusts you, she believes in you wholly and unwaveringly, why can’t you do the same for her? You’re in good hands, after all.
DANGER: 4/5
MICHAEL MYERS / THE SHAPE
Possessive, Obsessive
Obsessive should be no surprise; whatever drives him is absolutely unearthly and to find yourself his new fixation is an especially cruel fortune. You’ve got no leverage on him, no true escape that’s not just a temporary hindrance. There’s no emotions for you to work with, no semblance of a goal, no sense of human morality–he kills as unperturbed as any apex predator does, a symptom of their nature that can’t and shouldn’t be compared to any human notions of ethics.
You can never recreate the image of a real relationship with Michael, what is between you two is unlabelable and surreal. He keeps you around, keeps you alive, but frequently seems to reconsider his decision to–you’ll never be allowed the illusion of safety. No matter how compliant you make yourself, how muted and pliable, you’re traversing a minefield quite blind. You can make all the seemingly right choices and still inflict him with some sudden, wordless rage.
He’s hard to figure out. He keeps his intentions unknowable, preferring that power over you. Feeds from your unease, and thrives off of displays of fear. He wants a reaction, that much is obvious, and no means are excessive to get that out of you. It is unavoidable that he will eventually tire of you; when you spend so long jabbing at your food, it gets cold. When that time comes, he’ll rid of you lethally.
Danger: 5/5
HERMAN CARTER / THE DOCTOR
Lucid, Manipulative
Well aware his feelings could quickly become dangerous, though doesn’t find himself caring an awful lot. He has way too much fun messing with you, making you doubt yourself, him, others. I can’t imagine any romantic feelings between the two of you could ever vaguely replicate a functional relationship, even if mutual–he’ll never play the role of a caring partner, he enjoys his position above you far too much. This is just another iteration of chess, only you two are the only pieces on the board, and you’re a cornered pawn and he’s the queen. You can always move one space forward, but that scarcely matters when the entire playing field is his.
He can’t tarnish his name any further, it’s already blistered and seared with misdeed, so there’s really nothing left to bind him to a moral code (not that he has ever, at any point, had any loose semblance of one).
Danger: 5/5
ANNA / THE HUNTRESS
Possessive, Isolating
Anna seems fundamentally unable to recognize fear. It’s not like she hasn’t experienced it firsthand, so why can’t she glean it from the horrified faces of others? She hates how you hide like the rest of them. She feels so much frustration, boiling and foaming in her blood, hot with fury but confused. You’re safe within the walls of the cabin, gifted her most luxurious furs, allowed to wander the halls freely even to the areas she restricted previous captives from venturing into. She feeds you even through the winters when rations must be stretched out weeks, she lets you bathe in the water she would’ve reserved for her own drinking. She doesn’t get what you see out the window, in the desolate expanse of snow and dead undergrowth. Anna starts to wonder if you harbor some small, flickering desire for death, perhaps unconscious but unshakable, the same way beloved pets dash from their safe homes into the vastness of the outside, hostile world. At times she thinks about leaving you out in the unforgiving deluge of snow to wander barefoot through the woods that she knows well are rife with wartime activity. She wouldn’t enjoy it, no, in fact the idea makes her prickle with anxiety, but some lessons are taught by uncompromising measures.
Once or twice, Anna drew open the cabin doors and let you look out at the grassless, miserable landscape outside. She’d wait there, staring expectantly at you, daring you to go. You never do, you know there’s no fruitful survival out there, and this is her confirmation. It’s safest here. She’ll supply for you, she’ll stroke your hair at night and weave you sad, lopsided dolls. Around your bed, a nest of blankets and tanned pelts, she lays gifts like offerings: carved animals, glittering beads, embroidered fabrics, and any bones she finds especially pretty. They collect and collect, untouched. Before long, they form walls around your little sanctuary. Perhaps your fear appears as timidness to her, or maybe she’s past the point of caring.
Danger: 4.5/5
BUBBA SAWYER / THE CANNIBAL
Dependent, Possessive
To a point, he’s delusional, but he can recognize you’re unwilling. That horrible, paralyzing fear you wear on your face is so alike the dread that kept him loyal to his family and helped him stomach the shedding of blood that is so intrinsic to their practice. With no positive relationships or notions of positive attention, the idea of a dynamic not based in fear is entirely alien to him. To him, some level of anxiety regarding the other party is normal in a majority of circumstances, so he’s not quite prepared on how to navigate the ordeal of romancing you. He comes to treat you like a frightened, injured bird, wrongly trapped indoors–he’s afraid to physically handle you in any way, and reacts to your fear with his own. His reactionary nature can be used to your benefit, though, as he’ll also reflect your calmer composure and is responsive to attempts to soothe him.
He is one of the few killers that you have a fair amount of leverage over, which you can utilize both through negative and positive reinforcement. He’s not quite predictable, being susceptible to sharp and sudden mood swings with no obvious trigger, but once you’ve gotten more familiar with his mannerisms you can respond accordingly and deescalate most situations. With some work, I do believe you could make strides to a more balanced dynamic.
Danger: 2/5
AMANDA YOUNG / THE PIG
Lucid, Manipulative
Fairly coherent regarding her emotions, though this regulation never translates into her actions, which are twisted by impulse and anxieties. Unintentionally incredibly manipulative, will very quickly turn to self-destructive exploits to gain your sympathy and convince you to stay. She doesn’t recognize this as deceitful, this is just behavior that has followed her through every relationship. Amanda really has no solid bonds to model this one after; even John, who she had always revered and cared for so deeply, left little of a good impression of interpersonal relations. In fact, this is where a lot of her codependency stems from, and it’s a particularly troublesome weed to extinguish entirely, always some roots remaining deeper down in the soil. Eventually, Amanda stops caring if you’re only sticking around out of a feeling of necessity. If you ever show intent to leave, though, she’d panic. She just can’t conceive a life without you now that she’s met you, and even the terror that comes with imagining a scenario like such is enough to drive her to extremes, just like much of her life has been defined by.
She’s seen so many people go, and quite a number have been by her own hands, so she’s not ready to loosen her grip on you. Amanda doesn’t have to burn all her bridges, doesn’t have to dig a spiraling grave—she’ll have you.
Danger: 3/5
RIN YAMAOKA / THE SPIRIT
Dependent, Manipulative, Lucid
Another case of unintentional manipulation. On the verge of lucidity, but blinded by the hunger for comfort and desperate to chase the stability you offer her. If she feels you’re losing interest, may also fall back on harmful habits, though herself isn’t certain if it’s a cry for recognition or a method of escapism. She’s a mess of emotions, constantly, and keeping up with ebbing and waning of her mood is maddening—you’ll just never act how she seems to need. Horrified of losing you, and it’s very clear that’s the case, however she tries to subdue such feelings. Becomes incredibly reliant on you very quickly. Fixates on any acts of kindness–this is her attempt to pull herself free from the seas of rage she’s let herself bathe in for so long. There is no malicious intent in her actions, she’s just simply a hurricane of intense emotions and somehow you’ve found yourself in her path.
It’s important to remember that she longs most for normalcy, and even when her efforts seem misguided, and are, there’s no malice to be found in them.
Danger: 1.5/5
FRANK MORRISON / THE LEGION
Possessive, Manipulative
Possessive through and through, and given that it’s Frank, he's manipulative too. He can play it cool for long, much longer than many may give him credit for–he’s not all hotheaded and isn’t steered solely by emotion, though it may look like this from afar. The time leading up to any romantic escalations is disarmingly normal, because yes, he does truly long for a normal relationship and for positive attention and affirmation traded freely. What keeps him from these chances at stability is that he needs control. He needs the upper hand, he needs dominance over the playing board, he always needs to be the deciding factor in any exchange.
Over your relationship, you’ll find yourself more and more restricted; who you talk to, where you go. He’s intensely against you socializing outside of the Legion, who he trusts immensely and sometimes relies on to keep you in check (that is, keeping an eye on you and ensuring you are estranged to only their circle). The others have already cultured such a distrust of outsiders that all your other social outlets are quick to be snuffed out.
There’s not terribly much left for Frank–the foster care system failed him almost ritualistically, churning him through a lineup of underprepared, inexperienced households, and now he's long past the age that he’s spared any sympathy. There’s only apathy left for him, and so as long as he has the loyalty of the other Legion members, and enough of a grasp over you, he’s fine burning all other remaining bridges. He wants to destroy it all with you.
Danger: 4/5
JULIE KOSTENKO / THE LEGION
Possessive, Isolating
Can be likened to Frank, but will never entirely trust you around the rest of the Legion; she loves them so, but is dazed in her worries of losing you. Control is not just a desire but practically a need, the only thing to quiet her restlessness when away from you.
Slowly, she inserts herself into every aspect of your life, ensuring her presence reaches all the areas of your mind and that the association is unavoidable. She wants complete monopoly over your thoughts, crowbarred into every recess. She wants her image burned into the back of your eyes, and her goal to inject herself inseparably into your life comes to be a game to her.
Julie wants to watch you shut down. It’s bad, she knows, but that’s all she can see in herself—the good has never been recognized, so why try to backtrack now? She knows that she’s a perpetually descending spiral, and sees no point in course-correcting, so it’s you that’ll accompany her into these extreme depths.
Danger: 4/5
JOEY CADOGEN / THE LEGION
Lucid, Possessive
His descent is a gradual, aching one. He watches passively as he careens into devastating obsession, worsening but with no will to stop it. Like Julie, he adores the family he’s established in the Legion, but can’t stand the possibility of losing you to one of them. It would be more personally crushing, so he figures he’d rather be safe than sorry. He can wait like they can’t, too impatient and all gnashing teeth, caffeine and teenage anger. He can be calculated, he can sit and watch, that’s what he’s always had above the rest of them. He’s no dog, and Joey is fine with a little bit of required set-up: he’s got the same restless spirit as the entirety of the Legion, but he can bite his tongue and reject moves for instant gratuity. The prize at the end of the long haul is infinitely sweeter, and so he plays his cards carefully for the first half of your interactions, strategic in the information he reveals and what you do and don’t see of him. He’s sweet, he’s serious, and he’s forward in a way similarly-aged peers seem unable to be. That’s what makes his later 180 particularly nasty.
Suddenly, his cruelty is profound and you now have to scavenge for sympathy where he had given it freely. He doesn’t have the same stomach for brutality that Julie and Frank seem to have, but he knows how to be ruthless in words and a disapproving sneer.
Danger: 3.5/5
SUSIE LAVOIE / THE LEGION
Obsessive, Dependent
Lucid to a degree; she’s never been in a relationship herself, and the possibility of a stable one now is unfeasible in these circumstances, but she’s witnessed enough to understand there’s something profusely wrong with her feelings. Susie lived much of her life in the passenger seat of her body, however, watching herself dig herself deeper and deeper—she collects bad habits like precious stones and has never been especially helpful in getting herself out of these pathways. Even her attempts to gain a semblance of control were ultimately motivated by the desire to belong; she’s always been following behind someone else. This had been Julie for a good while, but now that that source of attention has thinned to a creeping dribble, you’re her new dealer. She can’t be passive about it anymore, she’s done that already with Julie and had her world torn apart in the process. It was a horrible slow burn watching Julie abandon her and the bond she thought was unshakeable; it felt like someone had stabbed her, wriggled the knife around inside, and then smeared the wound with a fistful of salt. She will never let that happen again.
Eventually, her mood will come to depend heavily on yours, and how you treat her. Praise and displays of affection make her day, though alternatively, something as simple as a drop in tone can ruin her entirely. She’s disastrous and constantly so, from mascara-blackened tears to grinding teeth in just a matter of hours, and this becomes a daily ritual. Day to day you feel progressively subdued and flushed of energy, siphoned out of wounds in your body that you can’t locate. Your resolve thins and thins, and yet Susie seems livelier than ever.
Danger: 3/5
ADIRIS / THE PLAGUE
Possessive, Delusional
Adiris is not delusional in the sense of wrongly believing you return her feelings, but instead, ignores the possibility entirely. She’s banished the notion from her mind, naively trusting that you love her wholly and unquestioningly. It will take time for her to view you as equal and acknowledge you have needs separate from her; she prefers the bliss of complete control over you. She finds comfort in her ignorance, and would never want to trade that for the much more bitter reality.
She still holds on to that eroding hope that she’s helping people, that she’s helping you. Even as the blood rises further beneath her feet, stretches out to consume the horizon, the Entity whispers cruel reassurances. Salvation and cleanliness are so close now, and she wants to be the one to walk you there with her. Everything she’s doing is done out of devotion–her intentions are only pure, purged of all wicked filth that characterizes others' affection. Her strain of love is untouched and undiluted. If you can’t see that, maybe you aren’t as clean as she hoped.
Danger: 4/5
DANNY JOHNSON / THE GHOST FACE
Lucid, Possessive, Manipulative
The basket case of the bunch, he’s a tumultuous, unpredictable concoction of all the archetypes, cycling through the symptoms like an arsenal of weapons.
He is absolutely aware of the unhealthy nature of his emotions, though thrives off the high of it. He knows already that he’s likely incapable of a healthy, longform relationship, as much as he’d pursued those in his teenage years. He’s lucid, but any guilt, if present, does little to discourage him.
Like any addiction,as time goes on, he needs more and more to reach that pleasure again, until he’s wrung you dry, left you empty and disjointed, and no longer sees a use in you. This can span much longer than you might predict, even years. He needs his fix, needs to sate himself, but he’s good at the waiting game. There’s something just so uniquely thrilling about living a double life and then slowly letting them overlap, letting himself be careless, letting you get suspicious, until it’s undeniable that he is the same masked terror he so obsessively reports on. Views you as a beloved item, and treats you as he pleases, which is dictated by his mood (which itself fluctuates sharply). Threats are abundant but sporadic; you could be having a nice dinner and he’d flip out a knife and direct it at your neck. You’ll never even be teased with the possibility of normalcy.
Danger: 5/5
KAZAN YAMAOKA / THE ONI
It’s easy to cast him as a man who knows only violence, whose language is wrath and who’s unknowable moral code must be transcribed in blood, but there’s a human in there. He’s lived a short life as a man, and that part of him persisted even under his detested moniker as the Yamaoka Oni.
He knows he’s not a creature without fault, but this is not a symptom of some unrevealed sliver of humanity. It is his most undoing trait that he can recognize his own corruption, because that’s all he sees as left of himself. There’s no backtracking for the road he’s assumed, just the path ahead as it spirals and spirals downward. Kazan knows he will not right a long, gore-drenched lifetimes of wrongs by loving one human gently and genuinely. Him sparing you does not erase the backdrop of bodies, rows of rows of beaten, purpled bodies, that will forever silhouette his life. To him, you are equally terrible to see him for what he is and love him, and he supposes he should only love someone every bit as reprehensible as himself. It’s a fine arrangement then: you’ll love him as he is, abhorrent and damned, and he’ll love you, illogical and misguided.
Your goal should not be to pacify him; he knows that voice so well, the small, docile one, all apologetic and insincere–it grates like the squealing and hissing of grinding gears. It’s best for you to adopt a similar hard exterior to his and play the role he expects of you.
Danger: 5/5
CALEB QUINN / THE DEATHSLINGER
Possessive, Lucid
Does not exactly view you as an object or possession as much as he views you as just his. He doesn’t have the words for it either, and it will certainly never be clarified for you.
All things considered, he’d be one of the more humane killers. He’s had a lifetime of mistreatment, and so he’s very staunchly adamant about his ideas of respect, as contradictory as it can be among the bloodshed and agony intrinsic to the mechanics of the entity's realm.
When Caleb squeezed the trigger of his Redeemer and watched the spear plunge into the chest of his former boss, he knew the course of his life was going to change–he’d been surprised in the end that he hadn’t been sentenced to death, and so everything following was relatively unplanned. That is to say, a relationship was never in the books, and so all of this is new territory. He’s learned though, had to go through the ringer and back to really get it in his skull, that everything dear must be held close. Lock and key aren’t enough, either, but he knows a watchful eye and ready trigger finger will. He does not ever want to look down the barrel at you, but his life is one that often forces him to extremes. He doesn’t have to act as your warden: assurances of your loyalty and promises of a simple, domestic life keep him sated for the time being.
Danger: 3/5
PYRAMID HEAD / THE EXECUTIONER
Possessive
He’s hard to pin, given how out of place he is anywhere outside of James’ psyche. In the scenario that he is a personal manifestation, designated to dispense punishment upon the behalf of internalized guilt, I imagine he’d function much like he does for James; bound to you, he follows you relentlessly, but his fixation is one that transcends his purpose as a deliverer of penance.
It’s important to remember that he acts on no agenda–yes, this makes him hard to predict, but maybe there is some reassurance to be found in his lack of malice. How deeply can you resent the lion for eating the gazelle? Eventually you have to recognize that human concepts of morality just can’t be applied to such an animal, and Pyramid Head is the same. Unfortunately, this does mean there’s little point in trying to reason with him. There’s no rationale to concede with, he’s simply guided by a voice that calls in a tone you can’t perceive. It’s not even instinct that drives him, just a grave understanding that he is to complete his duty. With your introduction, that’s changed.
To him, you belong to him and in return, he is to protect you. This devotion he’s plunged into is the formation of a new contract, in which his existence is now yours. If he failed that task, the only reasonable response would be punishment. Similarly, if you exhibit a lack of faith, he’ll supply discipline as he sees fit. There’s no way out once you take that plunge; a beast that can’t perish and a realm that won’t let you die sets up an eternal commitment.
Danger: 3/5
SADAKO YAMAMURA / THE ONYRO
Obsessive, Dependent
You may be the first person to look at her without repulsion, pity, or terror—can you blame her so quickly for her fixation on the first instance of positive attention? The feeling is so alien it startles her at first, too strong and all-encompassing, it’s almost sickening. It hits her too hard and suddenly, the impact is like a rogue wave beating down on her and flushing away the sand from under her. The air around her turns septic with hatred wherever she goes, of course she gravitates towards the sweet smell of your emanating optimism. In your presence there is a peace and stillness that she knows well is scarce elsewhere, and she’s so starved for it, she wants to hold it tangibly, wants to robe herself in it. Sadako thinks she might just wither away in your absence, an active rot that grows like algae when she finds herself too far for comfort from you.
She won’t ever confess, not in any true or traditional manner, but she very much hopes and imagines you can recognize her affection. It does wade off her, like a weighty fog, but it’s a sense of love that’s deeply and clearly warped. It offers no comfort, only a chill and a thrumming in the heart.
She’s tired of rejection and averted eyes—if you can’t take her as she is, then she’s not above ridding of you entirely.
Danger: 3/5
TARHOS KAVOCS / THE KNIGHT
Possessive
There is so much violence and vitriol in the world, running over it freely in sheets of bitter, hateful rain. Tarhos stopped lamenting this long ago—he had to, otherwise he’d be infinitely miserable, he could mourn and gripe away each year at the cruelty his wartorn world spits out like a machine. You’re a wrench in it all; he could write you off as naive, simple, unjaded, unspoiled. He’s not quite sure why your optimism, hardy and resistant through it all, doesn’t anger him, doesn't sting his mouth with the taste of resentment. He will show you, he will take your hand and ease you into the waters that he was thrust into so young. Where he had drowned, he’ll hold you afloat.
He’s not a noble lover though, nothing of his has been won through charity or acts of grace but through dogged force. He knows nothing of romance and courting, and so he sees what you two share as another transaction of blood; he spills and spills and spills the stuff for you, and is only disgusted that you’re unable to recognize his acts of servitude. Tarhos has shown his readiness. This is his nature, this is his love–if he can care for you so as you are, with only soft edges and an aversion to the unpleasantries of the world, then you can take him as he is, encrusted in gore and a legacy of cruelty.
Danger: 4/5
ADRIANA IMAI / THE SKULL MERCHANT
Obsessive, Isolating
The world is rife with unworthy people, so Adriana has cultivated quite the sharp eye for sniffing out potential and an equally quick, unforgiving assessment on who is and is not worthwhile. Worthwhile, however, is apparently unrelated to her idea of a respectable person. She wants to draw out your ambition, to isolate and pin down the fighting spirit that burns in all people, some hotter and wilder than others.
She came from very little, but that’s so distant to her now, numbed by her monopoly, her opulence, the availability of everything she could want. There’s no one left above her to look down on her; Adriana very well could look anywhere else, every which way crowded with open doors and opportunity, but it’s fun to look down and torment the littler people. It’s your resilience that seizes her attention, that defiant, undying light of yours that she could never wring out from the typical victim. It’s another chase for her, and she plays it slow and methodical. There’s no need to rush: you’re already on the chessboard.
Adriana is certain she could earn your adoration the traditional way–she could offer you everything, and with the current state of affairs, that’s just enough for a number of people. But the talking phase, however, has never caught her interest; it’s leagues more fun to carefully coordinate and engineer your relationship. At first, it can be passed off as a series of coincidences that all possible paths appear to lead only to her, that opportunities die around you and people who were close are now so distant. The denial can’t keep you blind from the reality for forever.
Danger: 4/5
REDACTED / THE UNKNOWN
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Unreadable, unnamable, unknowable, you have nothing to work with when it comes to them. You’re playing chess blindfolded, and your opponent obeys no known rules or principles. Does it care for you anywhere in its twisted, bloated heart, or is it just drawn by some indeterminate force to chase you to the ends of the earth? As long as you run, it follows endlessly. No human restraints seem to apply, no need to eat or drink, stop for rest, socialize, just a supernatural drive to haunt you. You opened the door, it’s only responding.
Suddenly, nowhere is safe, what was familiar is foreign and hostile, and you’re on the move constantly. It’s the not knowing that terrorizes you so, the fact that you must doubt the voices of friends and family, that every shadow may house it—then, the only certainty is that it’s always hounding you, and you don’t know what happens when you slip up—just by a margin—and the distance is suddenly closed.
You only know that it wants you. Your voice, it takes, your clothes it assumes, your mannerisms and quirks projected back to you. It will be you and it will have you.
Danger: ?/5
DRACULA / THE DARK LORD
Lucid, Possessive
Dangerously composed and lethal with his rationality, he’s also quick to anger, making him a particularly insidious weapon. However impressive it is to have acquired his affection after his swearing off of the entirety of the human race, there’s no room or reason for celebration; he knows there is little purity to his love, now, and his rage is more honed and used than any affection.
He’s not all rage, as much as he seems to be solely operated by it. There is something softer and subdued beyond the gnashing fangs and spiteful, eternally narrowed eyes. Mostly, he’s a tired man, old and weary where his undying appearance claims otherwise. He does long for a domestic life, but it’s been swamped beneath thick, blistering apathy. He’s left to pessimism and venom and knows he’ll never regain the family unit he had before and never cherished quite enough—you’ll do fine as a pet. You’re human, anyways, innately flawed and reprehensible by your very nature; you’re no exception to the rot of human essence, and he won’t expect much of you, otherwise he’d drive himself raving and delirious when you inevitably display human imperfections.
At least he doesn’t look at you with disdain, at least he looks at you at all, and from time to time he lets you lay your head in your lap as he drags his talons down the back of your scalp.
Danger: 5/5
PORTIA MAYE / THE HOUNDMASTER
Possessive
Forced to be self-sustaining at such a young age, she’s accustomed to her solitude, if that’s even what she’d label it. Her eyes and mind are old, she’s seen the earth in its brutal entirety.
Initially, you enrage her, ambitionless and aimless, all soft underbelly and no weathered shell. She just doesn’t care for people with no drive, the type of people unwilling to fall down continuously to learn the way to get back up and take it head on. But Portia remembers being soft, being something young and untrained in a world that seems to be so out for blood. She raised snug from his infancy, after all, from when he was something small and afraid to a loyal beast. There is a taste for blood in all living things, she’s decided, learned or taught or innate, and she knows she can get it out of you.
She never wanted to be a thing of hate, what she did detest most was how freely it circulated in her veins, a hot boiling venom. You are a gateway, something new and precious. When she has you, there’s no true way out. Portia spent so long getting by on scraps, less than that, on the waste and spoiled fruit of earth’s most dejected region. The moment she stepped off the island, she wanted it all, everything the world could offer, and everything she’d have to plunder from it. You just happen to be the dearest crown jewel of them all.
Danger: 3.5/5
SPRINGTRAP / THE ANIMATRONIC
Possessive, Isolating
He’s hard to read, his violence seeming erratic and spontaneous, but he has his own methodology: he’s not uncalculated, contrarily, he just knows how to hide his intentions and work off of your doubt. It’s a game to him, to seesaw between placidity and sudden frenzy, just so your defenses can never comfortably lower. He has no discernible resentment and no semblance of unquenched rage, he doesn’t even appear to take any outward joy in tormenting you, simply he acts on some unknowable agenda, like he’s abiding a predetermined, animal blueprint. He’s found a new appreciation for the pained, agonized life forced on him, a supernatural life that puppets him long after he should reasonably have perished; now, his chase after you is eternal. As long as you can keep up the pace, he can’t see himself tiring of this song and dance anytime soon.
You can ask why, why you, why this, but you never get much of a response. He offers only small, strangled wheezes and a cold stare, maybe a dry, odd laugh. His nature was predetermined when that reprehensible, abhorrent soul died in his current body to gift him life he did ever not ask for. It was decided long before him that he would be horrible, and he can’t just oppose his nature. So love him as he is, unforgivable and shameful, or turn and run and he’ll always, always give chase.
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The Tenth Doctor and Rose find some time to themselves. They relax in the TARDIS for a bit.
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“You know Rose, we should spend more time like this.” The Tenth Doctor smiled softly down at her. Rose was enveloped in his arms, and they were lying on the couch in front of the crackling fireplace.
“Mmm, yeah. But it’s not as if we get time to ourselves. I mean ‘onestly, when was the last time we were able to relax like this?” She turned to face him, and her eyes reflected the light of the warm fire.
“Point made. So you don’t like the running around and saving creatures thing we do?” There was a flicker of worry in his eyes. He tried to cover it up with a joking pout, but Rose saw it. Neither of them could hide anything from each other.
She hurried to reassure his fears, saying, “No, no, no! That’s not what I’m trying to say. I love what we do. The thrill of the chase, the satisfaction of saving lives, I wouldn’t change it for the world. I’m just saying that every now and again, it would be nice to have a break.”
He internally sighed in relief and then smiled again. Nothing to worry about. For a moment, he thought Rose wanted to leave. It was a constant fear of his, that one day, she would leave him. It was not something he wanted to think about.
“Oh. Alright then. Why haven’t you told me this earlier? I could have easily taken you to the Pleasure Planets of Hivexia Thirteen. Or maybe to the beaches of Eilor. Did you know that at night their ocean gl-”
“Doctor, that’s not what I meant either. And you’re ramblin’ on again.” She grinned at him, and it was like the world brightened up, just a bit.
“Huh? Sorry, then what do you mean?”
“Doctor, when I say ‘take a break’, it doesn’t necessarily mean I want an extravagant trip to some pleasure planet or a day at a fancy beach. Just being here in the TARDIS with you is enough for me. So don’t go to such lengths.”
She snuggled deep into his arms and closed her eyes. She had longed for them to be this close for such a long time and now it was reality. It was just unbelievable. As she stayed in his arms, she could feel the rhythmic beating of his two hearts. It was calming, to say the least.
“Really? I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks for that.”
They settle into a comfortable silence after that. The Doctor ran his hands through her hair and hummed an old Gallifreyan tune that he loved. It was peaceful, and they were content with each other’s presence.
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