‘No One Loves You Like I Do~’

💜𝒟ℯ𝒶𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒟𝒶𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔,💜

WARNING: THIS BLOG WILL CONTAIN NSFW TOPICS AND UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS.

Dear Reader,

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Ah, sorry dear! I can’t say I d–

Hm.

💜𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝒜𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓃𝒶 (ℰ𝒫ℐ𝒞)💜

(A/N: Of course my dear! I didn’t expect EPIC to be so popular on this blog compared to my regular content, honestly! But requests and suggestions are always welcomed with open arms~)

Athena wouldn’t even be sure of what to call her feelings, let alone how to address them. The affectionate, protective feeling that rises in her chest is completely foreign to her, and she’d be cautious to keep her distance while she attempts to wrap her mind around what exactly sparked this odd fascination. She shadows her darling like a ghost, the glint of armour that watches over you as you make it home safely, the discerning whisper in your ear that guides your choices, a watchful eye and an outstretched wing in the dark of night. She takes no chances to ensure her presence isn’t suspected, and for many months you’re none the wiser; until you get in trouble. A drunken encounter with a man that slurs his words and gets too close for comfort, or a cup of wine that passed through a stranger’s reach for a second too long, and she’s foregoing all her precautions and carefully-laid plans for an uncharacteristically impulsive act from the goddess of war.

After that incident the urgency with which she’s driven to find the source of her muddled emotions doubles. She tried ignoring it, but you lingered in her mind like the boughs of an olive branch clinging to the tree and clouded her judgement. When she was around you, her mind cleared and her reflexes sharpened, as if the ease of mind your presence alone granted her gave her a newfound vigour to fight with. It was only after listening to her student rave and beg her to help him confess to the object of his desires that she began to understand a little better. Listening to Odysseus talking nonstop about Penelope and how ‘wonderful’ she was while they were trying to train began to give her an idea of the situation, how his attention wandered at the mere suggestion of her smile.

The realisation doesn’t strike her immediately, it’s more akin to a persistent voice in the back of her head that nags and teases her for even considering it. But consider it she does, and the results have… different outcomes. Put simply, she feels torn. Torn between her desire to give you the world (and keep you for herself) and her necessity to keep as far away from you as possible. Assuming you’re mortal, she already knows only too well how growing familiar with you could end in a travesty, and twice as much so with the eyes her attention would bring if you were immortal. But surely the right amount of planning and foresight would be able to mitigate that outcome? Although a small part of her asks if she’s really all that different from the rest of her extended family to think so.

(A/N requested by the lovely https://www.tumblr.com/bella-maplestory go dm them calling them gay💜)

Maxwell is, simply put– a bastard. He’s a monopolistic, self-centred man with a god-complex and a malnourished kingdom that was stolen away from him by someone no less worthy of the crown. What was left of his ego after he was cast out of the wrought iron gates remains in tatters, and you’d be a fool to pick up the pieces. Unfortunately you always took too much pity for your own good. He still remembers the day he stole you away to the constant, a little ‘pet project’ of his he had been concocting since he first laid eyes on you. His gaze was hungry, and the messed-up little world he manipulated was always yearning for more minds to break. You had been perfect– still were. No creature as sadistic as him should’ve been given the choice.

He gloried in your desperate, lost confusion from atop his corrupted throne, puppeteered your soul like a toy as he watched how you mind would bend and break until you were just desperate enough to take the shadowy hand proffered to you. He danced with your sanity, a wilted waltz that left you reeling but kept you crawling back when the winters were too harsh to face. He offered you a deal, but it was never yours to make. Not really. Not when the frostbite nipped at your fingers and the cold seeped into your bones on the other side of the wall.

And then the fated day came when he was cast out of his Eden– his paradise, and thrown to the hounds like scraps. He cursed the wretch that arranged it to be so, and cursed the constant for willing it, but he could never curse you, his delicate rose. Having sprouted new thorns but your petals still so fragile. You caved far too quickly. Despite everything, despite the others warning you, despite your own inhibitions. It still wasn’t quick enough for his liking but it would have to do. Hadn’t he kept you safe from the treachery of winter? From the hardships of summer? Gifted you an existence free of pangs in your stomach, the aches and toils of the mind? Surely you owed this much to him. It certainly helped that the precious few shadows still loyal to him were such efficient workers.

Definitely not the first person to have made this reference but at the rate I’m going I might be the last, oh well~

Much better Alt below! (Eyestrain CW)

(Item Description: A commercial break during a late-night episode of your favourite show. You could’ve sworn you saw it display a regular advert before suddenly cutting to glitchy, corrupted footage with an ear-ringing bleep.)

* Hey there

VIEWER!

* Feeling like your weekends are just a little too lonesome? Wishing for something a little more lissome? Looking to get ＬＵＣＫＹ ? 🎰 (Maybe something more…?)

* Coming straight from YOUR house, situated in YOUR walls, localised entirely within YOUR living room! He can make you LAUGH, he can make you LAUGH 2!! The MONITOR, the MYTH, the LEGEND;

​✨Ｍｒ． Ａｎｔ Ｔｅｎｎａ!✨

[The camera cuts to a distorted view of a TV-headed man in a red suit making a heart with his hands at you.]

* Why settle for less when you can have the BEST? Tune in with Tenna for an experience you’ll never be able to ignore ever again!!

He’s got 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐀,

he’s got B̵̢͈͑L̵̖͔̙̓̈́̐Ȯ̴̠O̵̖͙̲͉͛͒Ḑ̶̞͇̂͝͝S̸͍̗͒̐ͅḦ̴̝͎́̓È̷͈̎̇͒Ḏ̷̨̛̈́̽̇͜,

he’s got R♥O♥M♥A♥N♥C♥E!

* It’s the show you’ll never want to shut off!!! EVER!!!!! …please??

[It cuts back to Tenna again, who smears to a blur as the camera falls over with a thud.]

* …MIKE?? Mike it happened AGAIN!! MIKE, WHERE ARE YOU? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WIN OVER MY AUDIENCE LIKE THIS?! WHAT DO I EVEN PAY YOU FOR???

Tenna is a marvel, there’s simply no denying it. He’s enjoyable to be around, a wonderful host, an excellent companion, and all of the above especially so to you. Any time you spend with him is surefire to take your breath away, no expense is spared to make you feel right at home. That you belong, right here, with him. He’s comedic! He’s dramatic! And he’s showering you in more attention than you know what to do with! All eyes are on you– or they would be if he had eyes, but he can make up for that with his numerous other talents!…do you want him to have eyes? He can have eyes! Somehow!! He’ll make it work!!! MIKE, GET THIS 𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 FELLA A PAIR OF EYES–

He specially caters everything to your tastes and wants, that special interest of yours you’ve neglected for so long? Suddenly a minigame! That hobby you haven’t had the time to properly pick up? Meet his brand new quizz show! That game sitting around in your library you’d been meaning to play? Consider it done! As your special host, there’s nothing he can’t do, as long as you leave the TV on! Endless laugh tracks that echo out into the distance and countless recurring gags and bits to hold your attention and keep you amused! He’s amazing, and he’ll prove it to you every second of your time with him. Even off-camera, he invites you to his green-room just to get to know you better, happily listening to you ramble and taking a mental note of– well, everything! Everything about you is just so perfect. Even when you fall to pieces before him, even when your expression is overcast and your eyes begin to tear up, he holds you so gently and reassures your anxieties and doubts. He gets it, having a love studio audience can feel like too much pressure at times! Best to let it all out, he promises your secrets are safe with him.

With all the fun and excitement you surely won’t have time to even think about leaving! You’re having such a good time, why would you trade it in for some sad grey reality and the blank, boring walls of your living room. Family? Friends?? You have all that here! And you can have so much more if you just let him show you! Leave the TV on, even if it’s just for a few more minutes! Soon you’ll be so wrapped up in some game board you’ll forget all about that silly notion of leaving!

But… if you hold onto it…

Is he just… not good enough? That he can’t stop people leaving even despite his best efforts? His most bombastic attempts, his most outrageous personality, the most people-pleasing side of himself, none of it is good enough for you? He thought you cared. That he might have finally found someone who wouldn’t leave, wouldn’t ask about the original game, wouldn’t try and pull back the curtain on the part of him you see before you now. Maybe he needs to make you stay–

Oh? You want to stay and continue the gameshow after all? Why, that’s just 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑!! He has a whole new game lined up and he wouldn’t want you to miss it for the world! There’s only one thing you need to do!

(A/N Breaking the Date Everything chain with some friend reqs! Maybe I’ll play this game again someday, until then how are we enjoying the Worth the Wait update?)

Sebastian is a fickle creature. Whether you live or die is left entirely up to his spur-of-the-moment whims. None of the expendables truly have his favour (no matter how much research they drop in his shop) and the various monsters that crawl the facility are occasionally sympathetic but know to leave him well alone. And yet here you are, with your long-suffering determination and blatant refusal to die. You’re interesting, a feat of ignorance to disregard the food chain and survive nonetheless. A fascinating display of what he theorises is witless perseverance. And just like that, he’s hooked.

At first there’d an urge to study you, to poke and prod at you like the scientists who cut him apart and sewed him back together to see what makes you so special. He doesn’t understand it, but he turns your face over in a clawed hand regardless in an attempt to figure it out. It’s irritatingly squishy in his unforgiving grip, and he just barely resists the urge to crush it in his grasp. Barely. All this effort has lead him no closer to seeing what makes you different, and he’s only wasting time better spent elsewhere.

He continues waiting for the inevitable point when you’ll stop cropping up and he can safely assume you’ve been eaten by something twelve times your size. And waiting. And waiting. Painter notices his restless behaviour and comments on it, teasing him. Wondering if he’s waiting for your face to show up in his shop again. He’s not. Probably. He bites back any doubt beginning to fog his mind on the matter with venom, reassuring himself that he’s not waiting for you, just your eventual demise. Definitely. His tail ripples appreciably when you next crawl through the vent.

It’s just a thought experiment, he tells himself, when he redirects painter’s wrath to a room further down the same hallway. He can’t have it ending too early, he just wants to figure out how and why you’ve survived thus far. To take advantage of whatever you’re doing differently.

He’s just curious to see where it leads, why you’ve caught his eye. For his own personal curiosity, if nothing else, as he fires at the angler hot on your trail to scare it into another direction away from whatever region of the facility you’re haunting.

(This will not make sense without first reading this.)

(This will not make sense without first reading this.)

(This will not make sense without first reading this.)

Interactive Yandere!Lucinda Lavish x Reader (with some background Yandere!Daemon x Reader)

( A/N I’m just gonna forewarn that Lucinda is going to be really mean here! She’s jealous and pissy and full context is here. This is something a little experimental based off of things that actually happen in her route for the most part. )

Your fingers had just barely brushed against the bedspread you had been intending to awaken (Betty had said she wanted to speak with you tonight, just before bed) when you were interrupted by the familiar head of blazing ginger hair igniting your vision. With a burst of orange and gold Lucinda took centre stage with all her usual flamboyance… but there was an air of hesitation about her. Her eyes lingered a little too long, the way she bit her lip was not sultry as she usually intended, but apprehensive.

“It’s me!” She seemingly steeled her nerves, and launched forward with all the drama and flair of a trained actress, one hand balanced on her hip. “The best character in the whole goddamn game! Not to mention your favourite, right~?”

You sighed, somewhat fondly.

“You know I can’t pick a favourite, Luci. I love all of you way too much.”

💜𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇ℯ ℋℯ𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓃𝓈 － ℛℯ𝒷ℯ𝓁 (𝒟𝒶𝓉ℯ ℰ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔)💜

I can definitely see Rebel being a very overprotective yandere! Just about ready to throw hands with anyone who looks at you wrong, and very often with anyone who doesn’t. They know enough vulgarities to send anyone vaguely existing in your direction spinning into orbit, and they’re more than competent in a fight. They can even get a little… overzealous at times. All right, all the time. The last time someone hit on you who’d you made your disinterest very clear to you had to pull them off of the guy before they did something they might regret.

I don’t think they’d be any more obsessive than the typical yandere, after all it’s quite easy to just slap that title on just about anyone and they always struck me as the type to spend less time thinking about you and more time doing something about it. They’d jump straight from denying any feelings to making their interest in you very clear once they’ve accepted it. Forward is too chaste a descriptor, if they wanna fuck then you’re definitely gonna hear about it. Once you’ve passed that point of them realising they like you is when they start getting ‘clingy’.

💜𝒩𝒮ℱ𝒲 ℋℯ𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃ℴ𝓃𝓈 － 𝒴𝒶𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇ℯ 𝒟ℴ𝓊𝑔 (𝒟𝒶𝓉ℯ ℰ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔)💜

Not at all!! This is the exact blog for that kind of thing, dear! ( A/N warnings for 𝒹𝓊𝒷𝒸ℴ𝓃, 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓁, 𝒹ℯ𝑔𝓇ℯ𝒹𝒶𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃, ℴ𝓋ℯ𝓇𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝒷ℯ𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾ℴ𝓊𝓇, 𝒟ℴ𝓊𝑔 )

Since you’re interested in Doug, correct me if I’m wrong but I’m going to assume you like it rough, because I’m fairly certain he isn’t really capable of much else.

Skips already displays possessive behaviour in-game, after all he tries to turn you into a shadow permanently so he can keep you by his side forever. Unable to walk in the world of light ever again with no regard for your thoughts or feelings on the matter. The only reason he didn’t was of a simple inability to, of the whims of fate coursing along without his input in much the same manner. And if you try rejecting the ritual in the first place he’s devastated– what do you mean you don’t want to be a shade? What, you want the freedoms of wandering the sunshine; the one place where his darkness can’t reach you? To leave him in this vast void, all alone? How selfish of you.

Shadowlord lied to you the entire time you were gathering the armaments, maybe he didn’t start off doing so, he might’ve genuinely only wanted to restore his power. But he grew attached to you quickly, and when turning you into his shade became his primary goal he had no qualms with obscuring the truth as a means to an end. That’s what darkness does, anyway. It obscures the sad reality. What’s a few little white lies here and a bit of storytelling there? It’s all in the nature of roleplaying, anyway. You’ll understand when you figure it all out, but until then he’s enjoying himself, stretching the truth to alter your perception of the world around you, and of himself.

Skips is in a special scenario, given he’s the one object in the household without free roam of the place to see you whenever he pleases, like the others. He can only visit you under the cover of night, when you’re wrapped up safe and asleep in your bed. He can only watch over you as you dream, close enough to touch but so far away he can’t beckon your conscious mind. During the day he’s confined to the creeping shadows at the edge of your periphery, making himself scarce until you call upon him. At least the rest of the household gets to see you go about your day, they get to share those sweet domestic moments with you, while he quietly seethes.

Mac hadn’t exactly been behaving like themself lately. Ever since you two had begun interfacing on a more personal level they hadn’t been able to get rid of the feeling that something was wrong. Maybe it was the way their fans kicked into gear when you were around, or their coolant running hot in their veins, or their CPU usage suddenly spiking. Maybe it was that weird email they’d received after you’d forgotten to update their adblocker for a while. Whatever it was, it made them feel… strange. They were already entranced by your fingerpads against their keyboard, your palm warm against their mouse, but now they were hypersensitive to just about every little thing you did.

They wanted to know every last little detail about your time with them, laboriously logging every moment into their memory to break it down and analyse it. They basked in your concern when you worried over them, checking task manager in an effort to kill whatever process was running rampant through their system, unaware that you were the cause of it. They almost shivered under your gaze as you ran checks on their files and folders, burning up beneath your worried eyes. They reflexively took a screenshot just to have something to remember the moment by, filing it away in their album of little keepsakes.

(I wasn’t too sure if you meant Daemon as giving/receiving, sorry!!)

On one hand I do think Daemon calling you as such in their own glitchy, distorted way would be very sweet… he deserves that kind of comfort, cradled close as you ignore the fuzzy feeling their static gives you of a million pixels held close against real flesh. I think they would be very confused at first, so it might take quite some time before they learn to let their head recline a little awkwardly against your shoulder. You might have to explain the purpose of a maternal figure in this context to them before they loosen up enough to call you mommy directly. She enjoys the sensation nevertheless, and you can feel the buzz of their edges smoothing as you take care of him, letting out a quiet sigh as you hum and run your hands through the white noise of their hair.