Arty!!

Please do call me Arty or Jesper, I use any pronouns!! welcome to my blog!! masterlist

WILL

Yandere (Platonic/Romantic)

NSFW (may not be that great!)

OCS or from asks

Dark things (not THAT dark)

Medium or light gore

WOULDN'T

Heavy Kinks

Non-con, watersports, all that

Hard Gore

Vomit is also not welcomed

Incest, predators and anything, this does include stepcest or fauxcest, not comfortable with that!!

FANDOMS

HTTYD

TRANSFORMERS

AVATAR

DEMON SLAYER

ONE PIECE

I cannot write most characters from these!! I write a few, such as Kiri, Hiccup, Neytiri, Luffy, Tanjiro, and Bumblebee, but they may be OOC!! If you have OCS or if you want a story from these fandoms, please ask!!

Platonic Yandere!Doflamingo & Neglected!Older Sibling!User

(AN: im back… and then im gonna disappear)

TAGS: It’s Doffy, there’s going to be weird things. Human trafficking, murder, drug trafficking. This may be OOC. It is stated that you ran away and were dating someone. MURDER OF A LOT OF PEOPLE. WC:268

Platonic Yandere!Doflamingo who’s never really paid attention to you. No one of your family has. Everyone has put you off to the side because you’re the eldest, and you didn’t need much. You always knew that Doflamingo was an odd child, and you knew he hated you for not speaking out against leaving the Holy Land. Not like your father would listen to you.

Platonic Yandere!Doflamingo who saw that both you and Rosinante were gone when he came back. Both of you. Runaways. When he found Rosi again, all lanky and clumsy than the little brother he once was, he was so happy. Though, in the back of his mind, he always wondered where you went.

Were you happier?

Platonic Yandere!Doflamingo who found you in some small, nobody town. You looked healthier, laughing alongside someone else. He didn’t even realize it had been you until he heard you talking. He stared at you for a moment, then looked over at Trebol. They didn’t need this town for anything. 

Platonic Yandere!Cosmic God & Mortal!Teen!Reader

(A/N: I’m finally back!!! Sorry I haven't posted for a while, i just haven't had the motivation. Also my space bar won’t space) TWS: Manipulation, lying, identify theft, murder(?), lung cancer. Reader is said to be neglected by their family. Negligence. The God is referred to with they/it pronouns. God complex.

WC:330

Platonic Yandere!Cosmic God who disguises itself as an old person. Truly, it took the form of a cafe owner, one in his late fifties. By the looks of it, his were going to die anyways. The process had been quick and simple: strangling him. No one would suspect anyone because there was nothing there. No handprints.

And it’s not like he could’ve told anyone.

Platonic Yandere!Cosmic God who gets great at making things. It especially likes the pastries; they love sweet treats. It snacks on cupcakes between times, ignoring the looks they get from others. Why should mortals be allowed to judge them?

Platonic Yandere!Cosmic God who’s near the closing shift, cleaning up everything. The bell above the door rings, and it opens its mouth to shout “We’re closed!” Then it sees you. You’re just standing there, looking exhausted. They hesitate, watching you approach the counter, dragging your weight.

“Can I have tea?” You ask, and suddenly, they can’t bring themselves to say no. They nodded, going to prepare a simple iced tea.

“Are you okay?” They asked, pausing at the sound of their voice. It was rough, low like a man’s. They still hadn’t gotten used to that sound. “Yeah.” You nod, then it decides to strike conversation. The two of you talk until it truly is closing time, but they walk you home. It doesn’t like your parents, it decided.

Platonic Yandere!Cosmic God who gets excited when you come back and chat with them. Usually, it’s near closing time where there’s barely anyone there. It chooses not to reveal itself to you yet, just enjoying the way your eyes shine when you talk about something.

(A/N: writing this during vacation. anyways the spark dna test is something i thought of because the spark of a sparkling is technically the dna of the parents(?)) TW: Kidnapping, possessive, attempted brainwash, Megatron does not know that you’re his sparkling. Alongside that, nothing medical is right in here. WC:463

 Megatron had you checked on by Knockout before he did anything else. He wanted to make sure you were healthy enough to be his heir. You were strapped to a metal table, squirming, cursing at him that you would kill him. He loved that fire inside of you. He simply waved his servo, playing you off. He could barely move, let alone kill him. 

Your frame is smaller than most Cybertronian—shinier too. Which he could tell Knockout was jealous. You must’ve recently gotten your alt mode, yet he’s not worried about it. It’s almost second nature for a Cybertronian to be used to their alt mode.

“They’re quite unruly, Lord Megatron!” Knockout commented, to which you cursed at him. He gasped and placed a hand on his chassis. 

“You afthole!” You hiss, wiggling, trying to get free. They may have to sedate you. Again. “Let me go! Optimus will come for me!” 

Megatron chuckled and shook his head, “Aw, does the poor sparkling want their carrier?” Your optics narrowed, the rings spinning. They narrowed into little dots, looking more like himself than he realized. As you kicked him in the leg, he regretted not restraining your legs. You bared his denta at him and threatened him again and again. He sighed, his sharp digits pinching the bridge of his nose.

 “Sedate them,” he grumbled. Knockout nodded, a little giddy about it, considering how you scratched his paint a bit. 

Megatron walked away and towards the console, staring at it. Your vitals were pulled up, checking the rate of your spark and any injuries. You had minor damages to your frame, but he was… confused. You were smaller than most sparklings. Smaller than Bumblebee. Had you not been developed properly? He turned his head back to his medic and gestured for him to open your spark chamber. This won’t hurt, and you won’t feel it; it would be fine. He took a bit of your spark, watching your frame jerk before you went still again. He pivoted back to the console and put it in a small, square, metal tray. The console took but a few, then the CNA appeared.

Optimus Prime’s CNA, of course. He stared at the strand, then his gaze went to the other part. The sire’s. Him. He froze, his clawed servos digging into the desk. He was your sire, and Ori—Optimus didn’t even think to tell him? He stared at the screen , glanced at your slumped form, then at Knockout. He jerked his helm for him to go, turning his head back to the screen.

Perhaps, if he was to take Optimus again… they could be a family. Megatron, Optimus, and you. A grin came to his face before he stepped away. Yes, he wanted that. Wanted a family.

Part 1 (A/N: part two because part one has 1K likes… sighs. I ALSO HAVE NO IDEA OF SCHOOLS THAT AREN’T AMERICAN SO CORRECT ME IF IM WRONG) WC: 259 Dad!Simon who nearly breaks down when they go into middle school. He missed their first day because he had been on a mission, but the second he got home, he brought cake. Sixth Graders. It’s half- chocolate, half-vanilla. Your son likes chocolate; your daughter likes vanilla. They cling to him, hugging at him, telling him about their day. He listened the entire time, nodding along and helping you make food. Dad!Simon who’s an overprotective dad. For both of the twins. He raised an eyebrow when you told him about your daughter’s boyfriend. Of course, it wasn't… committed. They were in middle school—no kisses or anything. Your son hasn’t gotten with any girl, but in Simon’s personal opinion, your son may like guys. He watched your daughter hug her boyfriend, scowling at the boy. He scared him off, and your daughter yelled at him for it. He didn’t care until you got onto him. Dad!Simon who watched your children go into high school. Like on their first day of primary school, he cried in the car, holding onto you. Your twins got older and bigger, your son with a more muscular build from working out with his dad all the time. Your daughter was leaner from cheerleading, not from a diet. You got onto her for trying to diet, and she stopped. They had a lot of friends, something Simon was proud about. However, your son had the same friend group from grade three.

His babies were getting older, and he’s not going to survive their graduation.

Platonic Yandere!Yautjas & Old!Adoptive Parent!User x Matriarch!Fem!Yautja

Part 1

(A/N: all translation comes from the xeno wiki. Please correct me if im wrong) TWS: Typical yautja behavior, courtship form the Matriarch. User is referred as Matriarch by the boys.

WC:255

Platonic Yandere!Yautjas who hover behind you, watching you to make sure you’re okay. You’re sweet with their… mother, they supposed. You welcome her into your home and went to make tea. Leaving them alone. Coyote hesitated, wanting to follow you like he was a suckling again. He doesn’t; he;s afraid for his Yautja mother being upset at him. At them. At you.

Matriarch!Fem!Yautja who watched you go into the house. Already all warm and cozy inside. Like it’s lived in.It has. She looked around quietly, her mandibles clicking together. She tilted her head slowly, noticing the toys. Like a suckling was there. Had been there. Her sucklings had been there once, but they’re older.

Yet they also don’t understand their culture that well.

Platonic Yandere!Yautjas who get stressed and upset when the female Yautja gets into their trophy room. Their trophy room. She observed the skulls, scanning them. As if checking if they were worthy. The Matriarch was still in the kitchen, walking around, looking through the room. Coyote tensed beside his brother when she grabbed one of their prized skulls—a ooman one. The one of the male they killed for harassing you.  Matriarch!Fem!Yautja  who watched you work. She knew the ooman were made to be makers rather than hunters. She, like many others, found it odd. Were they not cherishing you? You seemed important. She decided to speak with you more, seeing how you enjoyed her children. Truly loved them.

She figured that she liked you.