#yander

[whumpwordsoftheday]

“From the moment I saw you, I knew you’d look gorgeous like this. Crying, tears mixing with blood, bruised all over.”

[safisufa]

“You Open Your Arms for a Big Hug… Who’s Walking Toward You & What Happens Next?”👁👄👁

Tarn – He stares for a solid 10 seconds… then hugs you so hard your soul detache

Pharma – He opens his arms too… but also pulls out a scalpel. Why is he smiling

Whirl – He screams “EMOTIONAL VULNERABILITY!” and jump-kicks a tree.

Cyclonus – He flinches. You get headbutted by accident. Tailgate claps.

Megatron – He sighs, hugs you, and gently lectures you about war crimes.

Fort Max – You get hugged. Bones break. He panics. Rung takes notes.

Rodimus – He hugs you, spins you, and shouts “Did someone film that!?”

Swerve – He hugs you with all the energy of a small, emotionally starved toaster

Swerve – He hugs you with all the energy of a small, emotionally starved toaster

Drift – He kneels dramatically, says “Namaste,” hugs you with inner peace

Voting ended onMay 26, 2025

> Saffiya started something. Now you have to finish it. Who’s walking toward you… and how do you survive it?

***🎀Tag your hug fate!🎀***

[girlfromhauntinghill]

Entry #1. ⛧・゜✧ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ✧゜・⛧

Synopsis:

You moved to Tokyo for a fresh start — new school, new job, new future. But the city doesn’t feel like freedom. It feels like something is watching you.

You work at a gas station as a side job to help pay for college. Your family doesn't have much, and moving to Tokyo from the countryside was supposed to be a new beginning—a fresh start. But instead of feeling hopeful, you've been carrying this strange weight.

Ever since the move, you've had the creeping sense that you're being watched. At first, you thought it was just nerves. Big city paranoia. But no matter how often you brushed it off, the feeling never went away.

"Welcome," you said as the man stepped through the glass doors.

He didn't respond—just walked past you like you weren't even there.

You watched him head down the second aisle, toward the shelf where the liquor was stocked. He lingered, eyes scanning the bottles, until he finally reached for a green one near his right hand.

He brought it up to the counter and placed it down without a word.

You scanned the bottle. Beep.

"Nine dollars," you said.

Still looking down, he pulled a crumpled ten from his coat pocket and slid it toward you without making eye contact.

You took the bill, opened the register, and handed him his change.

"Have a nice night."

He didn't say anything. Just turned and left.

The door buzzed shut behind him, and silence returned.

An hour passed. Not a single customer came in. The store was quiet, dimly lit under flickering fluorescent lights.

You rubbed your eyes. Your shift was almost over, and the thought of going home—changing clothes, eating, crashing into bed—brought a small smile to your face.

Then you saw it.

Out of the corner of your eye, a white van pulled into the gas station.

You expected someone to step out, but no one did.

The van slowed, circled the gas pumps, and then—without stopping—drove away.

You blinked.

Weird, you thought.

Who comes to a gas station just to do a slow lap?

You shrugged it off and started getting ready to close.

You swept the floor, straightened the shelves, and wiped down the windows.

The only thing left was to take out the trash.

With a sigh, you lifted the heavy lid off the bin behind the counter and pulled out the bag, its plastic stretching under the weight.

You decided to use the front door—it was closer.

You stepped outside, the cool night air brushing against your skin. The city still hummed in the distance, but this corner of it felt unusually quiet.

You walked from the front of the store to the back, pushed open the gate around the dumpster, and tossed the garbage in. The bag landed with a heavy thud.

You turned to head back.

Click.

You stopped cold.

The sound was faint, but unmistakable—like the shutter of a phone camera.

Your heart jumped. You scanned the area, eyes darting through shadows and the spaces between streetlights.

Nothing.

"Nope. I'm not sticking around." you said to yourself mentally.

You bolted.

Ran back inside, locking the door behind you.

Your pulse was pounding now.

You grabbed your things, clocked out, and practically sprinted to your car.

The moment you got in, you locked the doors, started the engine, and drove off without looking back.

⸻ AN let me now if I should continue.

I am planning on posting entry #2. Tomorrow. 

ET1 ET2

[eu0n1a]

you are someone soft and sensitive to the external world, just the perfect person.

this is why he would mesh well with a chronically anxious partner:

you are someone that is hesitant to make decisions. that very mass of darkness that lingers in the back of your mind. that very same mas that becomes bigger and bigger is a result of your overstimulation. it's all too much.

you worry too much and you cry too easily, especially at the thought of him leaving for you for too long, especially if a stressful or dangerous situation arises. your heart is in your throat. but you barely tell him this, too afraid of confrontation, to afraid of becoming a burden. you need support to admit your concerns, his support.

you hug him, you cling to his arm, you hide your face in his chest, which brings a light blush to his face.

you are soft-voiced in public, yet your chaotic personality reveals itself to him in private. it makes him feel special, an example of the many that you are undoubtedly infatuated with him just as he is with you. it makes him want to take care of you and adore you even more.

he holds you during a panic attack, feels proud of himself after calming you down.

he loves when you text or call him for reassurance asking; "are you sure it's okay? i feel stupid."

but the moment you start taking those medications, start taking on a therapist that your friends had advised you to take, his smile goes from genuine to forced.

he isn't as supportive as he pretends to be. in small comments he might show his true colors:

"you seemed more in tune with your feelings before…”

he might sabotage your progress by "accidentally" cancelling appointments, claims that there are more important things that you should be doing with him as he fills up your schedule. expect to be guilted.

he might even hide prescription refills.

sulky when you start managing things on your own. he will still insist and guilt you into doing things for him. questioning if distance is growing between you and him as there simply because you don't ask him for as much help anymore.

"i just miss when I was the one who could help… but if that’s not what you need anymore, that’s okay…”

never break off the co-dependency.

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pls give me asks, pls and thx u's

[digitalwavemedia]

I Have A Yandere Computer Hacker Stalker! Yours Game | Retep Route | You...

[yanyan-stuck]

F, W, and X for dirk?

X was answered here

F and W for Dirk

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

He would feel so guilty about it. He'd definitely let you yell at him, nodding along with every insult you hurl at him. He would even let you hit him, if he thought it would make you feel better and wouldn't give you an opportunity to escape. He would try to have a serious conversation about what you want and need, but given that you're practically in hysterics trying to fight against him, it wouldn't actually get anywhere. His default would be to just give you space until you were calmer. To watch you through cameras rather than staying in the same room as you. To only enter your room to get you your food and water and take care of you. If you were actively trying to escape and he could see that through his cameras, he would come back into the room. He'd be confident in how well restrained you are, so he wouldn't even bother trying to stop you, wouldn't tell you to knock it off. He's just sticking around so he can react faster on the off chance that you do manage to get out of the ropes.

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

Fuck, he hopes not. It's a constant worry on his mind that you'll do something that will push him beyond his self control. He'd be lying if he tried to say he never considered hurting you, just enough to keep you compliant and with him. He thinks about it a lot, the exact force he would need to exert in any circumstance, just enough to keep you with him with as little collateral damage as possible. He tells himself those are just intrusive thoughts, and that he would be able to be patient towards you forever. He knows that he would be more than capable of it, and that scares him just as much as the thought of any cons it would have relating to your relationship with him. He'll avoid you more if he thinks it's a risk. Ultimately, he's very careful about it which is something both of you are lucky for. If you do push too hard, if you get too close to escaping when he's in one of those moods, he would hurt you as a last resort. He wouldn't even hesitate. He would feel guilty about it of course, but he would still feel that it was the only option for him.

[callmecrazy4u2]

Sunday Compilation

"Everyday, should be Sunday"- Spoken by Sunday the Man himself~

"Don't be afraid....for I am here" -Sunday from HSR

"Confess All Your sins to me"- Sunday from HSR

"And I will rid the world of all weakness" - Sunday

" Sear tongue & palms with a hot iron so false vows and fabrications cannot be made"

"Entrust All To The Order"

yo the i will have order gives zhongli vibes but more dangerous priest kink feeels.

god this post feels like join the sunday cult

he is so hawt but creepy lol

one yandere villian I wouldnt really wanna meet lol

but love his design and charecterization

he's so complex & Broken with his control kink

wish we had more of a backstory in penacony update

he better be playable this is my summoning post lol .

he is so hard to write fics for......coming soon`~ darling little dove! reader also so sad lost my main account