Aug 19, 2024
Oswaldo Guayasamín, The Desperate, 1970
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Oswaldo Guayasamín, The Desperate, 1970
Romantic yandere
Summary: You're sick of him (romantic!!).
CW: no warnings
(I literally wrote this at 3am so not proofread I fear)
Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.
The sound of the clock had been driving you insane for—wait, how long had you been chained to this bed? Your memory escapes you. You really did not want to be here mentally, so you tried hard to lose yourself in your thoughts. Right as you were about to zone out again into the comfort of the void in the back of your consciousness, the lock clicked.
Despite how long you had been here, you couldn’t help but flinch. For a split second, you felt hope, freedom, the wind on your face as you ran through a field. But that would never happen—not anymore, at least.
Oddly enough, you did not feel the urge to turn toward the door anymore, yet you awaited the unavoidable hug and warmth that was about to cover you wholly.
The bed shifted as he sat down behind you. His hand made its way to your face, caressing your cheek.
“Dear, please, say something”, he pleaded, his voice quivering.
That’s right. You had refused to talk to him as of late. He had been whining about it for a bit before leaving you alone for a while. The only sign you had of him for at least a week was the tray of food he left every time you awoke.
It was incredibly ironic. To think that you felt so powerless in the presence of someone who would do almost anything for you. It almost made you laugh. Almost.
His hands caged you in as his head drew near, stopping mere inches from your own.
“Please. I’m sorry. I’ll do anything, please.”, he barely choked out.
…How pathetic. He had whisked you away and was currently keeping you in a room that felt bland. And yet it certainly wasn’t bland, it was rather colourful. The walls were painted in your favourite colour and there was plenty of merchandise from all of your favourite fandoms. However, there were no windows, no people other than him, and quite frankly, you had gotten sick of his voice, his face and his touch.
His getting even closer to you made you suppress a groan. The clinginess had also started getting on your nerves. Currently, his forehead was pressed against your shoulder.
Unintelligible muttering filled your ears and his tears stained your clothes. Ew. He was getting even more desperate now. You didn’t understand what he was saying, but you were convinced that he was pleading to you, begging you for a compromise, as long as you talk to him. You felt something for a moment. Remorse? Consideration? You didn’t stop to think about it before firmly, though reluctantly, speaking to him.
“Unchain me”, your voice was hollow. Even if you had felt remorse, through the tone of your voice it was not heard.
His head snapped up, his eyes meeting yours. His mouth hung open, forming a smile. For a moment, he seemed frozen, not moving. The tears streaming down his face made him almost look angelic, despite how disgusting he was deep down.
“…Darling”, he spoke, barely keeping his composure. He was about to burst from excitement. Cringe filled your body as you tried to conceal your regret for having spoken.
He all but jumped onto you, wrapping his arms around your cold figure.
“Oh dear, I’m so relieved that you’ve spoken. I was so worried about you! I’ll go make you your favourite meal after I’m done hugging you!”, he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He didn’t care if you noticed his inhaling your scent, he was just that happy to hear your voice. You did, however, take notice of his ignoring your order to be freed.
Perhaps you were different once upon a time, but you really cannot find it in yourself to really even care at this point.
and with hate in his heart, he SCREAMED at the moon
‘ please don't take her away from me she truly is everything that i have left ‘
but as leaves fell from the trees, she became a memory to a man who’d LOST everything
my mind RACES rushing to see if you’re alive or DEAD ( ...... don’t leave me )
The Desperate Man
I’ve been arting I swear guys, this was for an art project lol
Original under cut
Reality Check | 4/3/2023
Original post for the spread.
The Desperate | The Levitator | The Protector Aron, Benalia's Ruin | Strefan, Maurer Progenitor | Falco Spara, Pactweaver
Everything seems to be falling apart. You're frustrated, angry, and hopeless. You've found yourself in a hole that you probably won't be able to get out of by yourself. This is crisis time, and it must be taken seriously.
You struggle to go above a situation you're in and analyze it from a bird's eye (or in this case, vampire's eye) view. Breathe, fucker!
Not a lot needs to be done on your end. This situation involves you, but you are not one of the active players.
THE DESPERATE
Age: 22 - 26
Gender: utp
Occupation: utp
FC suggestions: Naomi Scott, Chance Perdomo, Olivia DeJonge
You were only sixteen when your life became secondary; from that point on, your entire existence would revolve around the toddler in your arms. You can’t remember what started first: people’s judgement or your pulling away, but either way you were determined to make it on your own.
You’ve come so far, but still nothing good seems to last. Odd jobs and unstable housing, you’ve had it all. You can’t imagine a life without your child and you don’t want to think about them growing up without you. Panic seems to be your only option left. You must win, not for yourself, but to give your child the life they deserve.
How far are you willing to go?
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