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Happy Halloween!! Can you guess who's cosplaying as who?🎃
I wasn't able to draw much last halloween so this time around I wanted to do something more fun. I decided to make them dress as some other male yandere characters I enjoy, I hope you guys will like it too!
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I guess, Dana would want to have control over something, and in this situation, when he is already madly in his obsession with Lady Darling (even if he is not aware), sex is one of the things he can control. Like, he can't control anything else. What she wears, how she speaks, to whom she speaks, with who she meets. He can nag her about this, but cannot change it (idea: convince Darling to wear something of his to a public place like a gala). But her purity IS one of those things he can hold hostage, just to feel in control. Would Darling care??? We don't knowwwww. But I think Dana doessss hahha
Yes! That's exactly the case! Dana might inherently not have much power over you, but that won't stop him from slowly but surely taking control over certain aspects of your life
There's no better way of saying this but Dana IS horny for you which was something that caused a lot of disgust in him at first, he didn't want to desire you in such way. But dressing you slowly turned into an opportunity for him to run his hands over you, bathing you turned into an opportunity for him to see you in a state no one else had seen you in and watching you eat turned into an opportunity for him to watch your beautiful lips.
He really didn't want it to be like this, the first time he got a boner while dressing you because his fingers lightly touched your breasts he had to go to the nearest bathroom and throw up because his mind couldn't process what just happened. Thank god his skirt hid it well... oh no he's feeling sick again.
After you found out about him and (if you decided to keep him around) he starts to force himself onto you more shamelessly. He starts to grope you while helping you dress, running his hand between your thighs while bathing you and forcefully feeding you mouth to mouth.
This is a tool of control for him. He might not be able to kill you but he can corrupt you, pull you down to his level, force the oh so virtuous lady of the mansion to couple with him like a dog in heat. He thinks he has that sort of right over you, because in his eyes the least you can do for him is to accept that sick affection.
He doesn't care too much about getting caught, the worst that could happen is being fired but now that he got his hands on you he'll find a way back. Also you'd probably come out more damaged if you two were caught, "daughter of the duke was doing the deed with her maid" can you imagine what the other nobles would think of you? If they heard you "fancied women" your dad could never find an eligible husband for you right? At the end who would think that the maid with such fair face was actually a man all along.
That was the day I met Dana, a maid with commoner blood.
It wasn’t common for maids from lowly backgrounds to work directly for me, but apparently she started working in the estate years ago and slowly rose up in the ranks thanks to her diligence and determined personality.
Dana was nice, she would always pay attention to my needs and work extra for my comfort. Personally delivering all my meals, helping me dress up and preparing my bath all by herself, staying by my side until I fall asleep…
“I really appreciate you Dana…” I say sleepily, my body engulfed in the soft blanket Dana prepared for me as she sits by my side.
“You do my lady?”, I nod.
“I don’t have many people I’m close with, but you’ve been so nice to me for the past 3 months…”
“I’m your handmaid, my lady. That much is to be expected.”
“But you’re so much more attentive than any of my other maids. It has barely been 3 months but I don’t know what I would do without you…”
“…I’m glad to hear that my lady.” She stops for a second as if to think. “Don’t worry I will always be by your side…” Dana answers me gently. My tired eyes fail to read her face in the dimly moonlit room, but I go to sleep with a smile on my face, imagining her doing the same.
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I look down at her, watching her slowly breathe in and out with that foolishly innocent expression on her face. The suffocating uniform I had to wear to hide my adam’s apple and chest is unbuttoned to let me breathe. A sharp knife shines in my hand, reflecting the moonlight decorating her fancy room.
516 times. I’ve tried to kill this woman exactly 516 times. I raise my knife. “This time I will do it” I think to myself. You shift in your sleep, probably deep in your happy dreams. You don’t sense anything, unaware of the danger I hold.
“I will do it… I will…” I repeat in my head yet my hand won’t stop shaking.
“Damn it…”
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“She has so many openings, does she have no survival instinct? It feels like she could die if she fell down tad too hard” I think to myself as I pick up her dinner. A small bottle of poison I’ve failed to use so far and my knife are tucked deep in my apron. There are a few servants around chatting but no one seems to suspect anything from the lady’s personal handmaid.
“Hey did you see what Lady y/n was wearing today? Haha is she trying to catch someone’s attention going out like that?”
“Right? If she bent down a bit we could even see her cleavage!”
Huh?
Those two… are they new recruits? I did hear that despicable man hired a new batch. What do they think they are doing spouting such nonsense?
“She already looks so naive, I bet she wouldn’t be able to do anything if I just cornered her right?”
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“Dana, did you get some of the tomato sauce on your sleeve?” you ask innocently, happily enjoying your lavish dinner.
“It seems so my lady. I will clean it tonight don’t worry.” I quickly answer with my usual smile.
“Haha don’t tell me you wanted to try some! You could’ve just asked me, here.”
“I-I couldn’t possibly my lady-“
“My arm will get tired if you don’t take it~”
I sigh and lean down to eat the bite you so graciously offered, it doesn’t have poison anyway…
It truly is delicious, enough to drive a commoner to tears, but this quality is just the norm for you.
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I once again stand above you. “This time… this time for sure…” repeats in my head as I raise my knife. This is the 520th attempt.
You sleep peacefully under me as I clench my teeth, my hand refusing to go down.
It’s always the same thing. I stay by your side until you fall asleep, I get up and raise my knife, I watch you sleep without a worry in the world and go back to my room after another failure.
I sigh and prepare to get up, I’ve despised you for longer than you know for making me feel this way.
“Dana…?”
“!?” You’re awake? Why are you awake!? You never wake up at this hour!
…What are you looking at?
My eyes follow your gaze and land on the knife I’m holding up.
“W-what are you doing Dana!? N-no someone help-!”
My free hand quickly covers your mouth as I whisper yell “Be quiet!”. You continue flailing your arms and legs, trying to push me off. Since my other hand is still up I can’t hold you down properly.
“Stop fighting me! You don’t have the right to-!”
You manage to push my hand off your mouth but your nails catch my open collar, accidentally ripping a button. For a second your eyes widen and before I can register what’s going on you grab my clothes.
“!!”
In a moment of panic I throw the knife and pull away to cover myself.
“D-Don’t look!”
If you do they’ll take you away from me.
“Y-you are a man?” You ask while sitting up, clearly on guard but you make no motion to run away. Maybe seeing my panicked state made you feel less scared.
I don’t answer and just stare at you. I wonder what my expression looks like? My panic and anger must reflect on my eyes as I cover my chest. My knife… is at the other side of the room, tsk.
“B-But why…? A-and that knife… were you trying to…? I… D-did I do something to offend you…?”
Your voice is shaking as you ask questions after questions, tears slowly spilling out. I’m sure you must feel so scared and betrayed. Good, that’s what I wanted.
Yes, what I wanted…
What I wanted?
Anger boils inside me. A part of me feels satisfied for making you experience such betrayal, but the other half feels anger. A privileged person like you who lives life without a single worry doesn’t deserve to cry like a victim.
“Stop crying!” I lunge forward to grab your neck and push you down. You look up to me, clearly scared but my hand doesn’t squeeze your neck.
“You don’t know anything!” I bite my lip, wanting to scream but also not. I hate this, once again my body refuses to listen to me.
“You don’t know anything about me! You don’t know what your family has done! You don’t know what you have done to me!!”
My hand presses down harder.
“I already had nothing but you ruined me beyond repair!” I try to keep my voice low to not alert the other servants yet I can’t prevent it from shaking as I let my anger out.
“You don’t know anything…”
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“Dana”
A name unfit for a boy, and this disgustingly beautiful face that resembles hers were the only things that wench left behind with me.
I didn’t know anything about her. All I knew was that she treated me like the girl she always wanted to give birth to and that I must never leave the wooden box she called “home”.
She hated me, it was only obvious. Even when I was barely able to speak it wasn’t hard to understand she actually wished for a girl. Although, maybe thanks to this face of mine, she enjoyed putting me in dresses and forcing me into the life she dreamed of.
“Dana, mommy has to deal with some surprise visitors so stay in this closet and don’t make a noise just like how I taught you before alright?”
Those were the last words she uttered before kissing my forehead and closing the rusty closet doors. Then it was arguing, screams, red and silence.
The fact that she used to work in your estate because she was in debt to your father, that she ran away pregnant without actually paying it back and was being hunted down were things I only got to know later in life.
It seems they were unaware she was even pregnant and didn’t notice the child she so hurriedly tucked inside the old compact closet.
Such sad excuse of a life, at the end she wasn’t able to accomplish anything. All she had was a son who believed she hated him and thus hated her back. A son who didn’t even care about the effort she put into keeping him hidden and safe.
A son who returned to the estate she once escaped from.
It wasn’t too hard to get registered as a maid with such face and height. My plan originally was to slowly go up in ranks until I reached that filthy man and stab his chest the same way his henchmen stabbed that wench’s.
But then I met you.
The precious young lady of the estate, loved by all the workers and her parents. A lovely person who was sailing through life with no hardships, a being sure to be missed if lost.
I thought if I killed you the same way they killed that wench, that filthy man would experience so much pain he wouldn’t be able to forget about it for an entire lifetime.
So I started working to be your handmaid instead, and you quickly inflicted another type of anger into me.
I hated that you were oblivious to the pain others felt, I hated that all you knew was comfort and love, I hated that you never experienced what a broken heart felt like.
I hated how you smiled at me like you couldn’t do without me, I hated how your hair felt so soft in my hands as I brushed it, I hated how you happily ate the sweets I secretly took from the kitchen just so you could have some more, I hated how good you smelt right after I washed you, I hated how soft your skin felt against my fingertips as I helped you dress up-
“UGH!”
I gasp, sitting on the bathroom floor. Looking at the toilet seat filled with my insides and wiping my mouth with a shaky hand before flushing it down.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this…
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You look up to me with shaky eyes, body barely moving.
“I-I’m sorry-“
“Don’t pity me! I’m not someone who needs your pity!”
You flinch as I raise my voice. I feel so disgusted, my voice shaking with anger.
“At least I still had control over myself when all I had was hate… At least I was somewhat “normal”…”
My eyes never leave yours, your gaze only making me feel more agitated.
“I wasn’t supposed to feel like this… why did you have to wake up now…”
A tear threatens to fall from my eye.
“If only you just continued sleeping… then I could’ve continued staying next to you… I could’ve continued being good for you…”
“Dana I’m sorry-“
“I said I don’t want to hear it!”
I lower my head, not wanting to see the face you’re making.
Then an idea comes to my mind.
“Are you really sorry? Do you want to make up for it?”
I grab your face before you can answer.
“!?”
I slowly pull away to speak, your taste lingering in my lips.
“Then don’t report what happened today and let me continue staying by your side.
I lean in closer and look into your eyes.
“The only way you can atone for your sins is by accepting this twisted love of mine”
【marie claire x Light and Night Collaboration】Evan’s Photoshoot Highlights: Music of Candles
Candles will go out, roses will wither, eternity is nothing but a fabricated lie in fairy tales. But why do people still choose to believe in lies?
“How can I keep my soul in me, so that it doesn’t touch your soul?” — Rainer Maria Rilke
A rose blooms among thorns, igniting with a rich fragrance and ardency, and reaching the deepest secret. Your name has long been carved in my soul, in the evenings of the moon and the mornings of the flowers, little by little.
Together with Evan, start a romantic encounter about hormones.
【Secret of the Ship in a Bottle】
“Hello everyone, I am Evan. Today, the photoshoot with marie claire magazine was a new experience for me. Photography is a recording of a moment, and this photoshoot made me recall many moments in my memories.”
The moment we entered the break room, we saw Evan set down the tablet in his hand used to deal with work, stand up with a small smile, and greet us. From a toiling CEO to a leisurely interviewee, the change happened in this brief moment.
The same went for the photoshoot. Evan possesses a calm that is not inferior to a professional model and, on the set, he has a type of natural manner from beginning to end. In an effortless way, he accurately expresses the attitude that needs to be present. The interview with Evan was even more like a conversation with him. As he listens, Evan will precisely grasp the key words in the question and then express himself orderly and clearly after some thought. Just like the way he deals with matters, he will not deliberately display himself or lead and, instead, his words will naturally hold a suitable pace.
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The Schemers: know he's "alive", for a certain value of that word.
The Revolutionary Guard: know he's dead, know he was murdered by his family, know he was killed at the Palazzo Davinos
Penteveral: know he's missing, know his father was looking for him, but no reason to think he's in any danger
General public: "...there's another Tachonis?"
In Timmony...
General public: don't care
Tachonis vassals: saw Occtis in the dungeon, unsure if they think Occtis *is* dead or is *marked* for death by his family. But also, doesn't matter because everyone who saw "Occtis" is dead
Soldiers, specifically Thimble: did not have a reason to worry about Occtis until the Seremai Knight said that. Now are concerned.
In Reisengurtle...
General public: have seen him, unknown if anyone recognized him or will remember seeing him
Druids: know the truth of what he is, know that his family killed him
Frons Tachonis: saw Occtis, knows he's not dead, but now HE'S dead and his body was thrown down a waterfall. Should mean that his knowledge is irrelevant, but that depends on the other Tachonis's necromantic abilities.
Tachonis guards: saw him, know he claimed to be a Tachonis, more specifically...
Tachonis guards on ground: closer look at who that was, but are all dead
Tachonis crossbow and ballista men: up on the tower, unsure how good a look they got. Know that someone of that description claimed to be a Tachonis to get past them
Agony, Enmity, Cruelty: know he's not Wic or The Lion Man, know what he looks like, unsure if they know he's Occtis Tachonis or that there are questions about his state of existence
Petra and Ryah: did NOT see Occtis, unsure about the rest of their knowledge
Castle Torch
Everyone stationed there: Occtis Tachonis is alive and was here three days ago.
Aranessa: knows everything
Shadowlight Waypoint
Masha (the druid): told by Hanan that Occtis is undead. Unsure of how many details she knows and how far Hanan has spread this information
Everyone else stationed there: Occtis Tachonis is alive and was here two days ago
Dr. Talter: now knows that Occtis is dead but walking around. Unsure what she thinks is going on.
Tannesar
Dame Seremai: knows Occtis is undead and killed by his family (I think). Is now also dead.
Tertia: know Occtis is "alive", has been taken to the Tenebral Reaches. Unsure of what happens to her memories from there.
And taking the gold in Maximum Quantum Confusion is...
Castle Klippenblick: did NOT see him, but have evidence that he was there. Have been told that Occtis is dead via Primus Tachonis, who is accusing House Royce. Have been told (via note and zombie cat) that Occtis was killed by his family, not House Royce. But if there's a note, that means he was alive. But the note says "my family killed me". Is he a ghost? There's a set of clothes missing from that room, so he probably took that. But that would mean he needed clothes, and do ghosts wear clothes? WHO DO I NEED TO PUNCH TO GET AN EXPLANATION?
every sundered house fucking wishes they had their shit together the way halovar does. royce? almost completely wiped out. einfasen? idk about them yet but they're getting tricked all the time. cormoray? your lady got eaten by a box last week. tachonis? so inclined to do ridiculous shit that it's easy to blame them for your own plots. you fucking wish you invented the candescent creed you fucking wish you had angel babies
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Finished latest episode and yeah yeah yeah great battle so much intrigue and excitement but more important than that I need King Gus to kiss Murray’s hand next episode at the very LEAST. He was poisoned, his Druid was under Dominate and his Hounds were down and frothing at the mouth. And then he finds a potion out of nowhere, his weapons that were taken away kicked back to him, he felt her invisible hand touch his chest to shield him from attacks. And then the moment he discovers this glamorous dwarf women dressed to the nines was the invisible force helping him is when she’s fucking stabbing. And the hottest thing? Flanking. Unless it turns out he’s not single I simply cannot see a future where King Gus doesn’t want to get Murray’s number.
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