Hello! Call me Yan (aroace, any prns), and I'm just here to satisfy my cravings as a writer ≈
♪ REQUEST STATUS: Idle
WHAT DO I WRITE?
x reader, my beloved
Yandere. Platonic, romantic, familial.
My account is multifandom. Please expect my content to be different every once in a while!
A sideblog of mine so you know what fandoms I'm in: @pokepokee (a lot more active here too)
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SO, YOU'RE AN ANON
You can name yourself as an anon! It's a nickname of sorts
Feel free to use a name even if it's taken! This is because I hop around fandoms, so anons may come and go, plus it's definitely an easier way to find your request (in tags) 😺
Think of your same-name-anons as like,, wow, u have the same name as me! twinsies frfr??
LIMITS?
I write non-yandere stories too!
No problematic shipping requests.
Unfortunately, I don't do OCs (':
Mostly SFW — I do not write explicit smut nor gore.
Minors, please stay safe. Don't go meddling around with adult spaces!
Sadly, I'm lacking in knowledge of other popular media, so if you happen to request one of those, I might not reply. Instead, I'll be keeping your ask until one day I check that media out.
Doesn't matter if the character is well known or not. Cuz I will attempt to learn about your request.
Except real life people. I can do actors with their characters, but never government names.
Part 2s are my weakness. I'm sorry. Doesn't mean you shouldn't try asking me tho!
WHY IS MY REQUEST TAKING SO LONG?
...college
If it's something I've never posted about yet, then it's either I'm not in the fandom, or I'm just clueless.
But other than that... sometimes I take days— weeks— months? to truly click with an idea.
I want to enjoy whatever I'm writing, so I take a break until an idea comes up.
Worst case scenario: I truly have zero idea for your request, I'm so sorry 😔
NOTES ABOUT ME!
Yandere is my guilty pleasure, I fear🤕
HOWEVER, I do not, and won't ever, condone the behavior I will portray in my writing. Please don't misunderstand, don't romanticize. They are purely fiction and for entertainment.
I regularly change my theme (profile, colors, banner, etc.) just so you know.
This account is for everyone,, we're all just trying to find content of our favorite character fr— so please don't hesitate to request :)
As I close my eyes to sleep, that's when I start imagining scenarios for my writing!
Heeeyyyyyy maybe paul x reader(something, anything im starving fr)???
I just had a funny idea where paul and reader we're married (or just dating, but married is just funnier) for quite long time and he just didn't speculate about it so when he talks to patryck one day and he's like
"oh, my wife/husband/partner is calling, hold on"
"...WHO- WHEN??? HOW??? HELLO??? WHAT-"
a/n: i didn't realize paul showed up so much in eddsworld WTH i'm a LARP!!!! his characterization may be off, sorry,,, i'm basing it off his old scenes too
Paul x GN!Reader
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"…WHO- WHEN??? HOW??? HELLO??? WHAT-"
"Shut up," Paul shushes, turning his head. "I can't hear."
Patryck stares at him astonished, tilting his head to take a glimpse of his coworker's expression. There's the slightest, but definitely real, upwards lip corner on his face. He's smiling, and that's rare, and he looks like he actually cares. Holy red leader.
"Hi love." LOVE??? "Oh, yeah. Yeah. Why?" HIS VOICE IS SOFTER THAN PATRYCK HAS EVER HEARD IT BEEN?? "I see." WHAT IS GOING ON?! "Okay. I'll see you later." WHEN HAS THIS BEEN A THING?? "Sure. I'll try to go home earlier. I miss you too." I MISS YOU TOO?!?!?!!?!
Once Paul ends the call, he looks at Patryck who's gaping with widened eyes. "What?"
"What?!" Patryck repeats with a shout. "What was that?! You're married?!"
"Of course I am," Paul says. "My partner's the only one who never made me feel ashamed of my eyebrows."
He takes the apparently married man's hands, looking for the ring. Lo and behold, there is a ring that he swears to a God that he has never seen before.
"But- you- huh?? Why didn't you tell me??"
"Uh, you never asked," Paul shrugs.
"Then tell me about them???" Patryck says, distraught, with a big, concerned smile on his face.
"If I tell you, you might come to like them, and I don't like that idea," he replies, shaking his head. Oh. His cigarette is dying.
Pat is about to argue back, but Paul continues on his own as he lights up a new cigarette that will obviously crinkle again later.
"But I'll tell you about their favorite thing to do with me. When I'm lying down, they'll sit down next to me and just start petting my eyebrows. Then I'll relax, and they'll wait for me to fall asleep. That's usually how I get my best naps."
He loves so much it hurts. For him to give himself, his whole being for his loved ones, is an honor for him. It's suffocating, leaves him gasping for the air he needs so much, just so he can feel another shine of the sun. Feel another moment of their warmth.
Do anything to make his love stay. Do anything to keep them safe. Do anything to keep them happy. That is his whole existence... if they are not, then he'll drive himself into madness.
hi hi !! i just wanted to say that i ADORE how you write starscream !!! it feels incredibly accurate to his character(especially how you write skybound screamer) and i just … OUUUUGHHH i love it so much,, especially the platonic yandere ones<3333
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**add blushing and happy effects to the gif, i cant find a single happy starscream LOL
AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! and you saying especially skybound?? i wasn't sure if i did well on him, thank u omg!! im so happy y'all are enjoying my works and telling me that!! hhuhuhu u guys r so sweet,, thank thank thanks anon!!
YOO I LOVED THE GREEN ONESHOT SO MUCH? actually foaming at the mouth rn thank you
AND THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING HWAHASH im so flattered by this ( ꈍᴗꈍ)💖
putting this behind a read more so people dont notice it as easy <—<
although it lacked so many things like me forgetting to mention orange,, and a few more stuff i wanted to include,, im glad you managed to enjoy it anyway!!
i wrote it in between projects lol
i hope to post it in ao3 in a more fuller version ,, so if you're ever still interested, i hope u find it ahah!!
a/n; i basically rewrote the finale with a reader insert. aha ha, , expect it to be bíased n LAME!!!!!!!
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The plan failed.
You were supposed to be the distraction.
Purple will sneak behind, opening the chute, and Red will be the one shooting, while all you simply have to do is talk to Green. Everyone knew of Green's unusual puppy crush on you. Despite everything, they spared you. You know that because they had so many opportunities to kill you. . . It should've been foolproof.
Instead, Green laughed and said, "Alright. Where are they?"
Before Purple could even touch the chute, Green shot a tendril through their visor, penetrating them and taking their life. Red follows short in despair, screaming and firing nonsensically, but Purple's lifeless body got thrown towards them.
You took the gun. Tried to save Red by shooting salt water on the impostor's tendril, and it did work, but you had to watch a baby impostor quickly take over them like they were nothing. Green destroyed your weapon in a matter of seconds. For some reason, it was really, really, determined to win.
It was just so quick.
Now you're standing, trembling, and staring into the void. Do you just suck? Could there have been a way to save Purple and Red? A way to save everyone else? You can vaguely hear the alien's skin scraping across the floor, the dripping of blood, and its faint laughter.
"It would've been real ugly if you guys were to win," it sing-songs, its voice growing nearer. Your visor can't seem to stop sweating—Green's voice used to sound innocent, a crewmate who was more than eager to help. Now it's nothing but an arrogant taunt. "But, pfft, not like that would happen. It's just us now."
Its words repeat in your mind. It's just us. That wasn't true; you're alone. You are the only crewmate left.
Honestly, you give up.
A deep sigh leaves you. You weakly start to sit down, but Green takes the initiative to grab and position you in front of them. When you try to look away, another tentacle turns your head to face it.
"Green," you grunt in defeat, glaring at them.
"That's me," it replies, looking awfully cheerful. You catch yourself wanting to retaliate, to disagree with them, but—have you ever truly known Green? Since when did they become an alien with a lust for blood? Besides… them entering the Skeld was the first time you'd met them.
Their skin feels like smooth rubber. It leaves you trails of goo, coiling around you almost possessively, as if it didn't want to let you go. Like they enjoyed being wrapped around you.
"Don't look so sour," they say, seemingly frowning. "Aren't you curious? I have a lot to say, but I'd love for you to ask first."
Your visor furrows. It's staring at you intently, and it feels like every move you make doesn't go unnoticed. You're being studied.
You huff. "…you should've just killed me."
"No."
Green looks crazed. That was a straight and clear no.
"No?" you repeat in absent curiosity.
"Why do you think you're still alive? I thought I was pretty obvious," it replies, swaying tentacles and its head occasionally.
"Oh, no, I do know. We all knew," you quickly remark, "but I wasn't sure if you were serious."
It pauses, watching you, then it snickers. "Not sure if I was serious?"
"You're weird," you mutter. It cuts off like you wanted to say more, but you end up saying nothing else.
With an amused snort, the impostor takes the lead anyway. Even from your conversation earlier, they talked and talked, coming off as someone who loved hearing their own voice so much. Maybe a part of it enjoyed that you listened attentively—which, notably, is what you've done for the majority of time that you've known them. Especially when they talked about their home life.
"You're the only crewmate I actually like," it grins, giving you a flick on your cheek. "Although I have my host to thank for that. Perhaps their emotions intensified when I took over, or maybe that's my own undoing."
Host? As in the real Green? You can't help but feel pained comfort from that. The fact that in the beginning, they were someone. Granted, your comfort is quickly replaced with guilt and shame. Green used to be a person… It would've been better if they weren't.
"I actually didn't want those feelings at first," it continues. "The same way Blue had me entranced, y'know? But compared to you, you posed no real threat," with a widened and empty visor, it brings its face closer to yours, "no wonder I didn't kill you the first time I realized I liked you."
Huh?
"You grew on me!" it exclaims, backing off, yet the grip stays the same. "Whenever I found the chance to get rid of you, I hesitated, because I'd go ahead and imagine what would happen if you left me in this godforsaken ship."
A noise comes out of you, but you're not even sure what it was. Green doesn't pay you any mind, except for the little laugh that comes out of them. "Yeah, I like to kill. But little by little, before I knew it, my motivation went from fun into you."
"Me…?" you murmur mindlessly, getting used to the feeling of having its tendrils wrapped around your body.
"Midway through, you're the reason why I started killing the others."
You stare at them in disbelief. Your mind is blank. Confused.
Suddenly, it rotates you until you face a horrifying sight of Cyan's dead, sliced-off visor. You tremble. The voice blends from Green into the former gemologist. "Everyone wanted to talk to you. Hah. Even that I can understand; it's you."
When you look away, you gape at Lime and Brown's fused bodies instead. "But then they just started taking you away from me." A noticeable hint of anger you could hear as it rips the bloodied amalgam apart.
Green shifts you to the deceased doctor next. The gouged-out face forces you to look at the bone inside. "I thought it'd be the same for Blue. I admired them too after all, but it was surprisingly easy to devour their beautiful face."
"…stop," you grit, wriggling in your binds. Nothing happens.
"I have so many feelings that I didn't know what to do with them," it decides to continue with Black's voice. The shattered body is at your front, but you roll your vision to avoid looking. You can see it be replaced with another body. White. "It drove me crazy."
Your breathing is erratic. It comes to a full stop when you hear the voice behind you. Purple. "But you know what? I never liked competition, whether from the killing, or for your attention."
It turns you around, but instead of meeting Purple, you see Red. The undead body groans emptily, its hands reaching for you, but Green keeps it at bay.
"And look at where we are now."
Red is tossed aside, and Green looms over you, using their squirming body to cover you with its shadow. They have a low chuckle, inching their face closer and closer to yours. From this distance, you can clearly see all of the cracked lines on their visor, far more detailed than you'd like.
You quietly stare at each other for a moment. It has a stupid grin on its face.
"…Okay," you deadpan. "What now?"
It reacts in a way like they just shrunk. "Excuse me?"
"Yeah," you say, firm. "What now? Everyone's dead, and you have me. What now?"
Green squints their visor. They don't reply fast enough for your liking, so you continue.
"So it was all a game to you. You don't even like me," you exhale, shaking your head as much as it allows you to. "Just kill me like the rest of them."
You didn't know what kind of reaction you were expecting. Green bonks their visor against yours, earning a shy clink. They revert back to their crewmate form, gently putting you on the floor in the process, rendering you into a short mess of confusion.
"You told me this already," they shrug. Green is back to their original state, the one you met, except their visor is damaged. "And I already told you no. It's… embarrassing to admit, but I adore you."
Not only did their words weird you out, but the impostor has the gall to place a hand on your cheek. Their hand is alarmingly warm—but as soon as you thought of that, you smacked their hand away.
"You're the only one left alive because I want you to be here," it says, chasing your gaze. This demeanor is so flipping different from their whole 'talking dead crewmates' show. "I can still be the same Green that you got to know of. Me being an unpaid intern is true. I have my host's life memories. I am Green—"
A scoff escapes you. "What? And pretend none of this ever happened? That is some bulls—"
"Correct! Aha," they laugh as a few tendrils come out of their back, kicking baby aliens from getting near you. "It's not like you have a choice! Either we go to our destination together, or I'll kill you, and then I'll kill myself!"
You gasp, your visor widening at their strong statement.
"Why would you…" you shakily mutter, "to that extent?"
Green grabs your face, leaning the closest they could without physically touching you. "Because you're mine! And I'm yours! I don't know, hah, even I'm confused! I hate you so much, but I can't leave you… I can't! I didn't expect myself to live this long too!"
It's hyperventilating. You do your utmost best not to match their breathing.
"What did I even do?" you rasp. You can't even imagine the expression you must have right now. "For you to like me this much?"
Green backs off.
To your surprise, they answer with genuine honesty. "There's a memory that keeps sticking out whenever I think of you. The first time you smiled at me—or, at least, Green."
You don't have a response to that.
It smiles at you. "But for the memory I made with you, I'll keep that one to myself."
"Even I don't know what will happen when we get off this spaceship," Green mutters. "But I do know I want to be with you."
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why would u read this until the end 💔 thank u..
i didnt get to include green messing up white's voice cus idk how to handle that 🤔 my bad for any inconsistencies haha
Hello!, I'm new to Tumblr and English isn't my first language, so excuse me if this has grammatical errors.
I just wanted to tell you that I loved your Among Us Yandere writings! They are great and I think you capture the characters very well. ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎♡
i'm so happy to hear that! thank you so so much for making your way to tell me such a lovely message <3 :DDD welcome to tumblr too! hope you find a lot of good memories here :)
thinking about real green makes me feel so bad like he had so many dreams and thoughts and hopes and he was KILLED and had to watch on as a ghost as his body was puppeteered around killing everyone :( ORANGE TOO like imagine having to watch as you kill all your friends (i think, i don’t know how to describe them LMAO) like omg
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AMONG US SPOILERS !!!
a/n; Seriously tho. If you wanna be blind to the AU show scroll down!
See, to make myself feel better I sort of have an unpopular opinion or headcanon when it comes to Green. I like.... to think... they've been an impostor from the start.
Okay but I do love all of the different interpretations of how they became an impostor. Especially the alien becoming one with host, that's the best one for Green. In this type of story ;;
My bad phone anon,, I don't mean to bombard you with possible unwanted among us thoughts T-T i'll write an entire essay otherwise
If not Green the impostor from the start, then maybe Orange! If not both...... eerrrr
But to explain it shorty, I've seen some fanart for Pink that they've been an alien impostor, and that goes throughout the higher-ups like Orange who may be infected. We only saw ONE alien baby jump over to them, and the theory of aliens merging into their host makes sense -- since Green's story seems genuine when the Imp!Green talks about it. Not to mention Green's backstory, that may be very well mean "worm farm" is egg farm
Wait a minute i just contradicted myself
from my very first argument
ok im sorry i cant write no more
my theories in this show are VERY abstract
but ur so right anon. i do feel bad the real green and real orange in general. their ghosts r most likely wandering around... . .. . Mira HQ is sus
also are u still willing to write for forsaken , im having the biggest jane doe and brighteyes brain rot known to man and both of them barely have fics it's actually so depressing 💔🥹
whats uuup nyx anon ( ´◡‿ゝ◡`)
graaa unfortunately im not 😭😭 i dabbled into the forsaken fandom but didnt get to sink into it,,, sadly!!
now where are the other yandere writers who are willing to take this req . . . 👀
Never dare to delete your blog or your posts =_=
It's just that some people like to do that for some reason.
in my case, i won't
but that's the author/artist's decision if they want to delete their posts! regardless of the reason, they can do anything they want with their art, whether sharing or deleting.
if one day I change my mind and end up deleting mine, i'll be sure to give a heads up :) probably won't though 🤔
Alright so ill set down some basics down, im Icarus Anon, but I also could be referred as ☀️🪶 anon but idrc!
I just have a question to ask though..
do you still do anything gravity falls related ?
unfortunately not anymore! i think. i mean,, i've pretty much lost my rhythm with gravity falls when it comes to writing, but i still enjoy them and the characters ofc :)
