A masterlist of (most) I've left out some I'm not confident in/were mushed together through errors in the tumblr app. Reader is always gn unless stated otherwise in post
Oc Pronouns: X
OCS:
Quick Oc Intros - Lee, Host, Elliott (X) [Note: Lee was renamed to Liu at a date I don't exact remember]
Character Concepts - Yandere Incubus and Paralysis Demon - C.C, Verona (X)
Grand Prize: Yandere Show Host x Reader (Host intro) (X)
Host x Co-host reader (X)
Host Nsfw headcannons (X)
Host with flirty reader (X)
Lee headcannons (X)
Lee"s name (1)(2)(3)
Cutting your finger by Lee (X)
Cinema (Elliot Wiltshire intro) (X)
C.C (incubus) blurb (X)
C.C with anxious reader (X)
oc heights (X)
ocs with flustered reader headcannons (X)
oc's thought of starting a family (X)
oc's reaction if reader has a significant other (X)
ocs with a flirty reader (X)
Who would be willing to share an s/o (X)
which ocs are most willing to let their darling have a pet (X)
ocs react to the reader with the bubbly personality (X)
not writing descriptions for this (nsfw) (X)
how ocs kiss their darling (X)
Putting your hand on ocs thigh (X)
ocs with picky eater (X)
ocs with college student reader (X)
telling them you love them (X)
Mutli Part series:
Accidental Cult:
Starting the cult (X)
Your God gets jealous (X)
God lies to followers for worship (X)
Reader kills for their god (X)
Supernatural Harem Masterlist (X)
Supernatural Harem headcannons:
Baron(demon) nsfw (X)
Maddox (reaper) headcannons (X)
Alasdair (Gurdian Angel) (slight nsfw) (X)
Petting Alasdair"s wings (X)
harem with reader that cant swim (X)
kissing the harem a good morning (X)
harem with reader that likes to lay on their chest (X
painting the harems nails (X)
Alasdair true form (X)
harem stealing your clothes (X)
reader trapped on earth after death (X)
Jeremiah (priest) with angel reader (X)(2)(3)(4)
Misc:
Hurt: Male masochistic yandere bully x shy reader (X)
Opposites: violent male yandere x quiet reader (X)
Male yandere doll maker x doll reader (X)
Submissive male yandere x healer reader (X)
Beast: Male yandere x monster reader (X)
Show time: male yandere show host x reader (X)
Yandere Naga squeezing reader as a punishment (X)
Male yandere x crime boss reader (X)
Male yandere x delinquent reader (X)
Male yandere x superhuman reader (X)
Yandere male delinquent x reader (X)
Male servant yandere x Vampire s/o (X)
Male yandere x touch starved reader (X)
Forgiveness: Yandere cult x god reader (X) (2)
Male yandere fighter x healer reader (X)
yandere god taking interest in a cult member reader (X)
yandere God of death x reader (X)
Touch starved male yandere x supernatural reader (X)
The Beast's pet: yandere male x werewolf reader (X)
yandere supernatural creature x reader (X)
male yandere x vampire reader (X)
male yandere x crime boss reader (X)
Chase: male yandere x monster reader (X)
Pumpkin Carving: Yandere demon x reader (X)
My Guardian Angel: Yandere x reader (X)
Pretty Face: Yandere x serial killer reader blurb (X)
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Guilty as charged. I was tired of having a blank pfp and until I come up with another theme, why not fill the void with my favorite anime.
Going on Twitter lately has been literal hell seeing all the lucky folks who get to see the final movie in the trilogy now since it's already out in Japan, AND in theaters 😭
(I've deadass been obsessed with this series since I saw the first film. I have an ita bag in progress, but I'm still waiting for most of the merch I ordered to ship)
[Fast Food Reader, Muscular Reader. Pecs referred to as tits/boobs. Suggestive themes, HR nightmares galore. While no gender for Reader is expressly stated, this is written with an Amab Reader in mind. Mentions of blood and self mutation]
"So, like... has anybody told you yet that your boobs have gotten bigger than my natural size when I have them?"
You solemnly swear. By the power of whichever deity currently wire taped into your thoughts and mind at this given point in time-
Never again will you lift anything heavier than a spatula so long as you breathe stale, greasy air.
It's just your luck. Only a person with your specific brand of misfortune would face consequences for playing the part of a responsible, dependable coworker and employee.
Your teammate, may he rot in whatever firey he crawled out of, swirls his forked tongue around the sucker held between his plush lips- No doubt channeling the same maneuvers he'd preform on your nipples given the green light.
"I doubt you'll be leaving this place in this lifetime.. Or the next..." The Incubus offers his sympathy with the pout of his lips and the squeeze of your bicep- Suctioning air through his teeth as your muscles tense up from the sudden contact.
"Today is totally not the day to wear skinny jeans to work..."
"When is there ever?" You grunt.
"Daysidonthaveastupiddickthatgetsrockshardatthesightofyouevenbeforeyoubulkedup- Moving on!" The incubus claps his hands together as a sign to get the conversation back on track.
"As I was saying- If you ever needed another job, you could easily be an exorcist. Lure demons in with that pretty face and your charms. Namely those fat, juicy, succulent ti-"
"They're not tits, Asshole."
Your routine wasn't the most orthodox when it came to traditional work out schedules. In an effort to reduce the ever scaling numbers of mascot related casualties, you had the genius idea of retrieving boxes from the back with your own two hands- Foolishly blind as to just how heavy pounds upon pounds of rock solid mystery meat was in the arms of mere mortal in stark comparison to the strength of a demon skilled in the arts of butchery and thrice your size.
Regardless, you weren't a quiter- And riding the high that old goat gave you with its immense gratitude towards your help. Flaying humans was no sweat off their hide, but on occasion words cut deeper than its cleaver.
The brawls you started were entirely of your own volition, however. You've learned your lesson well and good by now to flee in the face of genuine danger, but you'll be damned if some forgotten soul gets in the way of your time off. Weak as you may have been at the start of your career, you could handle a malnourished cultist or two. Therapeutic as it was another huge pain in your ass.
Between the lifting, beating your pent up frustration into cultist who made it their life's mission to trespass right before closing, and every other God forsaken thing you do to keep this ship afloat- You've developed the figure over time. Muscle mass that increased your work flow tenfold- In some ways you'd rather live without.
"Gooood Morning, my wonderful crew! ...And a hello to you as well... Whatever your name is...."
Your manager's ever prevalent grin falters for a sliver of a second as they monitor the closeness between you and the incubus. Fixing that minor error with the clearing of their throat, the manager steps closer to the counter as the demon reluctantly tears himself away from your arm.
"Well if it isn't my favorite cashier. Aren't you looking...." Their head dangles limply to one side as they search for the proper descriptor to match your impressive physique - eyeing you up and down as one might gaze longingly at the final bite of a michelin star meal.
"....Well fed." Their head snaps to position with an audible crack!- fingers moving to dab at spit slicken corners of their mouth.
"My word- What a mess I am today... Pleasantries aside, I'm sure you know what I'm here at this hour."
"Depends..." Shifting on your heels, you glare daggers down at your manager beneath the shadow of your visor. "You gonna ask for it like a normal human being, or are you do the same shit you always do."
Ever since the day your formerly baggy work shirt lost that title, this... pest has bothered you with the same request. You've long since run out of the rat poison you filled their cup with in placement of their greatest desire. Not that it ever did a damn thing-
Your manager brush off your absurd, and quite frankly insulting accusations with the wave of their wrist and a hearty laugh.
"Haha.. Oh, you and your silly... you. My order is the same as any other. All I ask for is one vanilla milkshake with an extra service of breast milk-"
Beads of sweat form at their brows, steadily dripping down the frame of their glasses- Thick and cloudy. Like strings of corn syrup oozing from their skin.
Grosses. Wait... Since when did they wear glasses?
"Hahahaha.. Whew, is it hot in here?" The manager pads at their face with their tie, ringing the soaking cloth out directly onto the tiled floors.
"Allow me to start over. I'd like a vanilla milkshake with breast milk. Yours, specifically. Ha... Please and thank you?"
Cackling quietly to themselves, your manager presses down a little too forcefully as they go to wipe their face a second time- Hairline fractures dancing across the right lense of their glasses they appear to be none the wiser to, or simply could care less about.
"M-milkshake. Hold the shake, just give me the milk. Your milk- I want you. Only you. Shirtless on my desk with milk pouring down your- hehehe.... HAHAHaHa!"
Giggling maniacally, your manager wrestles against the tight collar of their suit- Whipping their head back as far as their neck would allow before slamming their skull down on the counter at full force. You hear the crunch of bone as their face makes contact - blood gushing from a large gash in their head and crooked nose as they peal themselves from the slab of wood.
Crimson fully paints the inner lenses of their glasses. Despite the extent of their injuries, your manager sighs contently- Folding their hands neatly on the dented counter as they widely smile as you with stained teeth.
"Now that I've been blinded from my temptations, I humbly request a milkshake so that I may retreat to the safety of my office- Free to act out my fantasies of drinking from your supple chest without judgment?"
Sweeping a rouge splatter of blood off your cheek, you cross your arms over your chest- Visual impairment saving your manager from losing their mind a second time as your biceps and forearms cup and provide more volume to your chest better than any bra could. The same can't be said for your fellow teammate-
"Put me in a fucking headlock. Just one afternoon is all I need-" The incubus prays in hushed desperation, shielding his face in shame as he pleads. "I promise it'll fix whatever's wrong with me."
"...You do know I'm going to judge you now since you told me?"
Your manager nods- unfazed and thankful for your honesty. "I figured as much. I forgive you."
"I wasn't apologizing."
"Tell you what- have my order finished and at my door by 12:04, and you may have the rest of the day off."
"Literally no clock in this place tells the same time as the next... Some don't even have numbers!- What the hell is a hexagon even supposed to be in terms of telling time?!"
"Six sides... 6 o'clock. Pretty elementary to me, My Dear."
"I'd suplex you through a table if I didn't already know you'd cream your pants like the freak of nature you are."
Their knees quake as if their bones had spontaneously turned to jelly. "Please, don't threat me with a good time during work hours... Clock's ticking, Y/n."
Fighting the twitch in your eye as your manager makes their exit with a bow and a wink, you turn to face the only other sane person in this establishment once they're finally out of sight-
"Can you believe this shit, S?"
The Janitor, hard at work vacuuming the same stain on the wall from the moment they clocked in and spotted your shirt unbuttoned a single button further down from the day prior, mumbles something under their breath in acknowledgement to you.
"Yes, it is wonderful weather we're having. I haven't slept better in my entire life than the night you bear hugged me and nearly snapped my spine in half for finding your house key- but that's besides the point."
Fast Food Reader who starts out as a scrawny, string bean of a cashier- Indirectly developing a work out routine through years of hauling heavy boxes of frozen mystery meat around the restaurant and throwing hands with cultists who get in the way of them closing on time. Bulking them up and filling out their body with more muscle which includes fat, juicy tits pecs.
I'm working on a blurb of this in another tab, but I need you to see the vision. Muscular FFR who can toss their yans closer in size to them like a rag doll and yans who gleefully let it happen for a chance to get a face full of their chest-
V [Loser Yan] and Creep Darling are cute in the way it's two affection starved weirdos finding solace in each other's company- But what's even better is how unintentionally Creep rage baits V with their antics.
Creep Darling can't fathom the idea of anyone loving the real them once they peal back all the layers. Something V has in common, and it pisses him beyond compare-
Did they have a cage custom made for some other freak? Tailored specifically with Darling in mind to keep them complacent and content with never leaving his apartment again? Is there someone else he demands to know the location at all times the rare moments they're allowed to leave without him? V doesn't think so.
Darling is theirs and theirs alone. Even if V can't say it aloud as much as he wishes he could, they should know that by now. Words alone aren't enough to get it through Darling's thick skull, so why should V even bother? All that really matter at the end of the day is that Darling is safe with him. Away from all the people who judge them for being a little strange or off putting. Where they were meant to be.
"...Do you like me, Vince? I know we spend a lot of time together, but-"
"dO yOu LiKe Me, ViNcE? What have I told you about asking me rhetorical questions? Cage- Two hours. Second thought, scratch that- you're going to sit in my lap and hold my hand for that same amount of time."
"....I think I'd prefer the cage."
"I'm sure you would. Now, get over here before I make it three."
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At this stage in your life, you like to imagine no one is truly at fault. Not even yourself. Not intentionally.
With each door closed, the reality of your situation became clearer. To the point you can no longer deny or hide it.
It's the way you're designed. A fundamental flaw in the wiring of your brain; paradoxical in nature to those around you.
There was no winning for you. Speak to little, and you're a bore. A placeholder or prop to make other's feel good about themselves. Speak too much- The eccentric characteristics of your personality were put on full display. A circus act to be poked and prodded at till the next thing came around.
It's the same story everytime. They all promised to be different from the last. Your so called friends and those who inevitably replace them.
Sooner or later, everyone leaves you behind. You've made your peace with that by now-
"Honey, I'm home. May I come in? I had a long day, and I'd really like to see your face."
That's odd- Normally, your hear them come in. From how it sounds, they haven't even taken off their workshoes; impatient taps against the floorboards hollow and sharp.
The voice that calls out to you, tender and meek as ever, as if you'll crack under the slightest amount of pressure - ticks with unease.
"Angel? Are you asleep? I had a surprise for you, but- I suppose it can wait."
"...Come in."
You aren't sure why you answered. You might've gotten away with not seeing them tonight if you played along. Your bedroom door squeaks open with an ear piercing shriek. Their skin crawls at the sound, but you both know they'll never oil the hinges in the unlikely scenario you try to escape while they sleep. You probably wouldn't get very far with the clunky ankle monitor dragging you down anyway.
"There they are...." The tense, fine lines of your kidnapper's lips curl upwards at the sight of your curled up figure in bed- Joy and relief reaching up to their eyes as they cross the distance between you and them. Resting their coat across the length of your headboard, the smell hits you before the big reveal.
"I brought your favorite. I planned to cook dinner for us tonight, but there was a big meeting I forgot about today and- Oh, who am I kidding- You don't want to hear about all that. How was your day, Dear?'
Same as any other. Wondering. Waiting. Questioning if today will finally be the day they grow bored of you. If grew a spine and you ran away, would they give chase? Or would they find another pet to place in their tower?
"Not in a speaking mood, hm?" Your kidnapper pets your head affectionately, slinging an arm over your shoulders as they pull you against their chest.
"That's alright, Love. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. You know... Dinner wasn't the surprise I was talking about."
Tracing small love hearts along your spine, their voice takes on that odd affliction you haven't quite pieced together yet. It's like they're possessed - robbed of all thinking that isn't the topic at hand. Strangely enough, they only sound that way when they're speaking about you.
"You're always on my mind. I see you in everything, my muse. I saw the cutest thing that reminded me of you today... I bought it for you, but- it's so much like you I kept it for myself. It's in my bedroom. Would you like to see it?"
You wonder what it is. Roadkill? A tattered, worn out doll? You don't have many look-alikes out there, but none you can think of would be what most consider "cute".
"Ah, silly me- What I'm I saying? You shouldn't enter that room till we're properly wed. I dream of our special day each and every night, but I still have to work on myself. So that I can be the spouse you deserve, My Love. The fact you haven't tried to leave me proves I'm already halfway there.
Any day now.
They'll grow tired of you, and you can return to your empty, peaceful existence.
Stranger: And, despite that, you still refuse to grab a drink with me?
[Mime Darling nods, clapping their hands and giving the stranger a thumbs up now that everything's been cleared up and they can continue on their merry way-]
Stranger: Well, if there's nobody waiting for you at home- What's stopping you from sparing a few minutes? A stranger is just a friend you haven't met yet- Isn't entertaining people your whole job?
Mime Darling: O_o
[As the Mime leaps out of way, the stranger's elbow bumps into something as they yank their arm back - several large, colorful silhouette appear behind them. The mime begins to sign something to the group - red gloved hands sprouting from the shadows and tenderly squeezing their palms under the trimmers in their fingers still long enough for them to continue.]
Stranger: W-what are they saying?
Red Murder Clown: "I don't have a partner. I have six.... And a boyfriend.. Sometimes."
Mime Darling, adding on: I forgot to ask earlier. What are you feeling today, Orange? :)
Orange Murder Clown: Right now, I'm feeling that our friend here is gonna head home tonight with a lot less teeth than when they left this morning.
Yan: Alright, Darling! Let's see how fast it takes you to get out of your restraints-
Creep Darling, hands and feet zip tied together: ...Kay.
[Waiting for their "friend" to start the timer on their stopwatch, Creep Darling sits perfectly still for a few more seconds before reaching up for the heart shaped locket strung around their neck. Jamming their fingernail into the hole, a small switchblade springs forth from the slit in the metal. Yanking the necklace off - Creep makes quick work of the ties around their hands before moving on to their feet.]
Yan: Shit- I should've known their adorable self would have some cute trick like that up their sleeve. I really hoped there a picture of me was in that thing... Damn it! Who knows how many more blades they have hidden. Bringing them home will be harder than I thought....
Creep Darling, digging through their backpack: That was really fun. My old friends never played games like this with me.... Your turn now.
Yan: H-huh?! Th-that won't be necessary, Darling... h-haha...
Creep Darling, looping a ring of rope around their wrist: Don't be modest. I want you to have equal the fun I did. Maybe even more. I'll tie your hands behind your back to make it more difficult. I braided this rope myself so I hope it's strong enough....
Yan: Tonight will either be the best night of my life... or the last.. And my heart can hardly withstand the excitement ♡.
[Though Reader's gender is not stated, they are implied/intended not to be female]
"Dude- Has anybody ever told you how dry your lips are?"
It's even worse up close. Splitting and leathery to the touch. Tears and bruises in the damaged skin likened to the aftermath of a wild animal attack albeit one of minor scale. The wetness of his tongue as it flicks across the length of their lower lip periodically through bursts of intense concentration - worsening the cracks in the flesh as it dries.
Eyes glued to the screen ahead, clammy hands stapled to the rubber grips of his controller, the roll of your alleged best and only friend's pupils isn't lost on you as he sucks air through his teeth.
"The hell are you yapping on about now?" V grumbles, cursing under his breath as the fraction of a second he spares to glance in your direction comes at the cost of a sizable deduction to their character's health bar.
"Your lips. They're dry as fuck. Genuinely surprised they aren't bleeding. I know for a fact you aren't drinking enough water, but have you been taking your meds?" The worry in your tone is palpable- Something alien, and frankly concerning in its own right when it comes to how you normally behave.
You aren't exactly the pinnacle of personal hygiene yourself, but you at the very least moisturize after showers in the next to zero chance someone sifts through the muck of your rancid personality and dives in for second base.
As much as you both mutually rip on each other, you do have some care for your mate's well-being. More or less so that if by some miracle he's able to get a partner before you, they'll be on the receiving end of his late night calls just to hear someone on the other line as they force themselves into yet another dreamless rest.
Funnily enough, the landscape of his dream world isn't quite as barren those fateful eves you wake from your own realm of slumber to answer. Though, you've never actually been given insight on all the little twisted fantasies a mind like his can cook up - to your great, and frequently expressed annoyance.
"I know we joke around and all that good stuff, but this is seriously bad. They're drier than any girl would be seeing all the figurines you have around this place."
The abrupt pause of gunfire and overdramatized screams is enough to give you whiplash as your head steers to look at the screen. Dimmed reflections of the pause screen echo the intense confliction and thought poured in V's hardened gaze.
"You really think that alone will keep people from trying to get close to me?"
"I mean...." Shrugging your shoulders, you ease back on V's bed without a care as if they weren't forgetting the obvious.
"You got me. I'll always be around to get on your nerves, even if that means breaking into the tomb your mummified ass crawled out of. You're my friend, V. Probably the only real one I have."
Laying on your back, you're blind to the softness that melts away V's strained expression the more you spoke. Seeing you there- in his bed, tangling up in their sheets. The smell of you fresh on his pillows. Your legs a stretch away from being splayed over their lap..
"Sucks for them, I guess."
You shoot up like a lightening bolt as resumed gameplay drowns out your audible shock. "What?!? No!! V, come on, don't be like that."
"If- pfft- god damn it..." V hisses, crawling at the rouge strain of hair clung to the corner of their lips. "If a little dryness is what scares them off- Good fucking riddance."
"What happened to the V I knew who used to bitch and moan about not having a girlfriend when we first started hanging out together. 'Ugh, I'm so lonely-' 'Why couldn't you have been a hot chick instead?' "
The river of saliva V swallows tunnels down their throat like molten lava. "I already said I was sorry for all that shit. You're more than just-"
"Look, I have some chapstick on me. It won't fix everything, but it'll help with the peeling. Hang on."
Dumping the contents of your jeans onto his bed, V attempts to blindly swat your hands away as you snatch the tube up from the small mountain of junk- fumbling with the its cap as V protests to no avail.
"I told you I don't need it. Put it down."
"Just one coat. You'll barely feel a thing. Your lips, and future wife will thank you."
The grimace that crosses V's face grants you the perfect opportunity to grab them by the chin, fingers wired to their jaw as you drag them in closer. He writes off the flutters in the pit of their stomach as something bad he ate earlier as your thumb carcasses his bottom lip in the tussle.
In a desperate final attempt, you slam the entirety of your weight against his side - throwing them onto their back and scrambling to climb on top of him as they tumble over. The beams of light from the ceiling fan momentarily stun V as they singe his retinas - heart leaping out their chest as their vision realigns to the fuzzy image of you hovering above them. Sweaty and panting.
"I think your lips just scratched me- Your lips scratched me, Vincent! Is this what you want? Stuck with someone like me when you can use mommy and daddy's money to find a nice trophy wife? Is that the future you see yourself having?"
"And so what if it is!?!"
Balling one fist around the sheets, V seizes the collar of your shirt with the other - yanking you down to their level. Hot spit spraying your face as they growl out-
"What if I don't want a girlfriend anymore? What if the only joy I get in life is knowing you'll never have one either as long as I keep here with me. So what if the thought of someone taking you away from me makes me want to rip my skin off bit by fucking bit?!"
....
....
....
"Well, if I didn't know any better- I'd almost think you had a crush on me."
V stares up at you. You stare down at him. There's an uncomfortable air of silence between you. V wishes a hole into the deepest layer of hell would open up and swallow whole.
As shame and remorse gnaw as their still breathing carcass, the touch of your soft lips to their acne-scar ridden cheek holds their head above the tides of their emotions.
"...I said I'd never leave you, but that doesn't mean I'm letting you kiss me with that sandpaper you call lips either."
I need Beau, my unicorn yan, and Unicorn Darling to kiss- Beau's high and mighty self would never admit to loving the other horse and brag that he's happy their side of the mountain is getting all of the humans' attention, but if they ever caught wind of a human confessing their feelings to Darling, they'd never see the light of day again-
"Oh, wow, there's two unicorns on this mountain! Are you two lovers? That's adorable-"
Beau: Please- That insufferable fool wishes they had the honor of dating me. To bad they cant use magic to grant their own desires.
"Oh, what are all these then?"
Beau, painting a portrait of Darling with several other completed works propped up around him: .....
Beau: Would you believe me if I said target practice?
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[18+ Amab Reader, Big D*ck Reader. He/they pronouns used for Reader]
Nudist Pretty boy Unicorn Darling who robs the hearts of the humans who seek them out of their former desires with his beauty, grace and one other certain physical quality of theirs.
"You'd like me to cover up before making your wish? If you came all this way just to make nonsensical demands from me, it's best you return from where you came, Human."
The nerve of some people. In the presence of a magical, borderline angelical being like the unicorn, had it crossed none of their minds that perhaps their nudity has a purpose? Their magic and very existence itself is deeply intertwined with the earth; not to mention the sun's healing rays and the moon's calming glow. To hide his body in cloth, concealed from the elements is to mock the gifts he's obtained from their power.
The unicorn's pride acts as the final trial to the true ambitions behind travelers' journey. Do they long for wealth? Fame? Or perhaps sharing a bed with a mythical being will quench their greedy hearts' thirst? There's plenty who venture out with the sole purpose of finding their soul mate. If they are able to please the unicorn accordingly, they may not even need to waste a wish on it-
"I-I wish for coc- n-no, wait.... I wish for a billion- Oh, hell- What good will that do me now?! I wish you'd pin me to the forest floor in a mating press from sundown till sun up and if I service you well enough we'll be wed and our souls intertwined forever!."
"Hm... It has been several centuries since I've had a decent pet to use. Very well, Human- I accept your challenge. Do your best not to disappoint me."
Creep Darling who out stalkers their Yan because they're comfortable enough around the other person to deem them a friend/close acquaintance, and knows Yan already crosses boundaries most normal folks would find strange so if they can why can't Creep?
-
[Yan wakes up to banging sounds from their kitchen at four in the morning- Bursting into the scene with a weapon in hand only to find Creep Darling hunched over their air fryer]
Yan, immediately dropping their weapon: Sweetheart?!? You nearly gave me a heart attack! What are you doing here at this hour?
Creep Darling: I found a recipe I wanted to try that required an air fryer. You have one. I don't.
-
Yan: Fuck, I lost my keys. I think i left my window open last night. Stay right here, love, and I'll-
[ Creep Darling proceeds to hand Yan a ring of keys including their own house keys, as well as copies of Yan's house keys, car keys, and the keys to their locker at the gym.]
Yan: ??
Creep Darling: You stole my favorite sweater and hid it in your locker. I like the warm towels they hand out so I kept a spare.
-
Yan: Excuse me, I'm looking to buy some matching clothing for my sweetheart and I. Would you be able to assist us?
Store Clerk: Certainly! What sizes are you looking for?
[Before Yan can speak, Creep Darling gives their exact measurements to the worker head all the way down to shoe size. Yan stares at them, mouth agape with awe and confusion.]
Creep Darling: I've always wanted to build a coffin for someone. You're fairly tall and built so you'd be a nice blueprint even if you aren't the one inside.
Yan: ...Make it big enough for two, and I'll allow you to use my likeness for your little project, Darling.
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Creep Darling, thinking to themselves: It's nice having a person who matches your vibe and doesn't judge you for who you are. Have I been wrong about friendship this whole time?
Yan: Why the hell haven't they kidnapped me and forced me to sign marriage papers yet?!?
Happy Pride to my murder clowns who are all Nonbinary and go by them/they pronouns exclusively (besides Orange who's trans masc and uses he/they. And Yellow who's they/it)
I got nothing for them rn but I miss those dorks and wanted to give them a shout out.
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wait, was he not already a trans guy? I always assumed he was
I haven't mentioned alot about ice cream machine ghost before he died besides his name and his apparent love for a certain brown dog with a speech impediment that makes him start words with Rs, but in my heart of hearts he has been since I decided to flesh out his character more. I'm just stating it as a fact now instead of leaving it open
