Hi! Call me Cherrie or Carly or Lottie and this is where I drabble and shitpost about yandere scenarios as well as show up and coming programing for my games :)
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Hhhhh I like challenges and I love Halloween… gonna try my best to do everyday of this challenge maybe another one too…..
This is TwinTober Day 1 Skin from Easton and Emmary
@eastonandemmary
Anyway take a sip of this
TW: Serial killer POV, skin, bad grammar (only fluent in Spanglish), blood, prolly like at least 5 typos, Google Docs autocorrected it so if it merges bad my fault gng, weird metaphor, skin carving, breaking and entering, yandere shit
The first time I beheld her, the room smelled faintly of lavender and blood. Not mine,never mine bbt from some stranger whose brows she had just trimmed with precision. Her hands were caramel and golden as fine as the chains I cling to, steady with the discipline of a saint. In that moment, I knew I loved her.
I loved her with the love of grave soil for the body it covers.
She did not know me, not truly. To her, I was only another patron in her dim little studio, another face made less monstrous by her craft. But each touch of her fingers against my cheek was a sermon, each clip of her scissors a hymn. Her voice soft, clinical, detached burned into me like incense smoke.
I began to bring her gifts. Not roses, never roses too obvious, too innocent. Nono she deserved so much more than something anyone else could leave on her grave. Instead, I left my tokens on her counte. Porcelain to match her gold, mocha to compliment her hair and a fair shade with star clustered freckles to show her that she is the goddess in my world. She never asked where they came from. She only smiled politely, as if they were curiosities, and tucked them away. That smile made me feverish.
She was perfect, and I was nothing but a shadow starved of her light. A light that shined brighter yet was just as corruptly beautiful as my darkness’s. And yet, night after night, I carved my devotion into the world so that by the time she touched another man’s skin, she would remember the way I bled for her, killed for her, lived only for her.
One day, when the time ripens and the scissors glint just so, I will let her sculpt not only my flesh, but my very soul. Until then, I watch, I wait, and I love her the way cold clings to the dead. My sweet golden girl you are my light and the skin I take for you will forever be carved into my memory
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Wowee let’s see if I can consistently write, would probably help my essays become descriptive anyway
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I lowkey bombed a really important test I've been studying for and stressing over for the last month hhhhhhh..
anyway heres your yandere content now that I have free time :
(EDIT: This was like in april may-ish and I defff forgot about if lol, its kinda unfinished but I feel like I need to start posting even if it's anything)
TW:failing a test, being insecure, idk theres not really much but lmk if i should add something lol
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" I promise, I want nothing more than to reward you."
Tears stained your cheeks and the smell of salt and humilation consumed your senses. "I wasn't even close to passing!" you buried your face into your hands, "and I worked so hard for it too...." you feel a warm handing slowly stroking the top of your back up and down. "It was so bad I don't even deserve-"
"get that out of your head."
Peaking over your fingers as you lift your head up slightly. He stares down at you with a sympathetic gaze in his eyes. You lightly lean against his torso resting your head against his firm chest. His presence is a quiet anchor pulling you back to reality in the storm against your emotions. "Listen to me-" he says, his voice low but firm "I know you're hurting, but this isn't the end" theres a sharp pain in your chest thinking about the score "I know it's not the end! but this was my chance to keep up with everyone because I feel like I'm falling behind!" he grabs your chin with a firm grip and forces you to look into your eyes "But darling this isn't the end." his hands reach for your cheeks and cups, still maintaining eye contact "This is just a small chapter of your life, and I promise you the next one will be better." Tears well up again and you try to blink them away.... but they just end up spilling over again. "I feel like I'm running out of time" you wisper, your voice cracking barely audible. "Like everyone is racing ahead but I'm just- stuck...."
His thumb tenderly brushes a tear away. "You're not stuck, you're ahead if anything" he says gently "You strived for a higher education, there are plenty of people who don't even graduate high school, this may have been an important test for your path, but you have all the time in the world to pass it." He takes your hand from your face "It was always my dream to take care of you anyway, so it wont be the end" You want to believe his words but theres an ache that claws back up at your throat "I get it. You want to take care of me- and I want to believe you I really do.... But what if I'm too dumb to actually finish it? What if I'll never be enough-" He grabs your chin and forces you into a deep kiss.
"My darling you are anything but dumb, maybe a bit airheaded at times but it only adds to your allure" a wave a warmth flushes over you at his words. "You are mine and no one gets to insult what belongs to me even if it's your pretty little head telling you nasty things." he says in a dark tone gripping your chin before pulling you into another kiss. "I'll talk to your professor and make sure you get the score you actually deserve my darling, dont worry"
TW: Stalking, Breaking and entering, Yandere themes, size difference, reader compliance, FemReader, not proofread
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Hear me outtt..
Yandere!Himbo: who's just really REALLY bad at his job (in perusing you)
Yandere!Himbo: Who is TECHNICALLY qualified for his job but always asks you for your assistance and to teach him just to grab you attention for a little bit longer
Yandere!Himbo: Who stares at you a little too long because he's playing love songs in his head about your future together
Yandere!Himbo: Who you notice following you home from work and uni because he genuinely believes hiding behind a tree will keep you from seeing him
Yandere!Himbo: Who walks you home when its dark and rainy and insists upon carrying you over puddles to not ruin your shoes
Yandere!Himbo: Who is planning to take you home with him, and KEEP you home with him. You're just so amazing. You're the apple to his pie! The sugar to his tea! You are meant to be together and he will convince you of it regardless of however many slip ups he has!
Yandere!Himbo: Who tries to be inconspicuous and leave your favorite drink for you on your desk at work but giggles too hard when you take a sip from the excitement of you accepting his gift
Yandere!Himbo: Who tries to break into your apartment to check on you while you're sleeping (Just to make sure you're okay and have no nightmares!) but then trips over his own big boots face planting with a loud thud and waking you up
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It was late...
Later than she usually stayed awake.
The clock flickered and ticked in the shadows, the clicking was the only sound that punctuated the silence in the apartment. Every corner of the space was dim, lit only by the moon peaking through the curtains of the windows. You were curled up laying on the old stiff couch, dosing off after a long day.
The door handle jiggled. The sound was subtle but clear, like a whisper in the dark, but it was still enough to make her sturr. The door wasn't locked much to his delight as he began to push the door open slowly and carefully. The door creaked open, and there standing in the doorway was a tall and bulky familiar man.
The apartments interior was difficult to make out due to the dim lighting, but the sight of you on the couch was the most recognizable thing in the room. He creeped over making the lightest of steps he could as to not disturb you. Your sleep breathing was peaceful to him. The rise and fall of your chest with a small humming noise coming from you as well... Was that snoring? you were so cute! He couldn't help but come a bit closer couldn't he?
He begins to step closer and closer to the couch to get a better look of your sleeping form and then-
All of a sudden own foot catches on his other boot and his form begins to tip over. The only sound now was the roar of his heartbeat, loud and fast as he feared the inevitable. All of the muscles in his body locked, instinctively to try to stabilize him, or even brace for the impact of the incoming floor. A loud thud surrounds the room with his fall. Alarming you into jolting awake.
Your eyes adjusted as you looked around to what caused the noise and find a large figure face-planted on your carpet. You instinctively shoot up and immediately turn on a lamp next to your couch.
Your breath caught in your throat. For a split second, you thought you might have imagined the silhouette on your floor but a small grunt comes from the figure and panic spreads throughout your body.
"Who are you?!" you yell at the figure on your floor awaiting their answer instead of idk running.
"Its me.. uhhh we work together-" he grunts out still laying face-planted on the floor
The realization of this being the large college that follows you around the office like a puppy allows you to lesson your stance. ohhhh you were waiting for this.
Its not like it hadn't been obvious that he liked you. He was quite sweet and walked you home most days. well- walked behind you while he went home. He was large, smarter than he let on, handy and quite handsome so you didn't really mind his stalker tendencies. He just doesn't know how to communicate his feelings, you can fix him :D.
"Oh my goodness! Get up!" You rush over to him to help him up and into a seat on the couch you had previously been sleeping in. His looks towards you ere puzzled as he had literally just broke into your apartment. "You aren't mad?" He looks up at you with hope and confusion in his eyes. "You didn't have to do all of this, you could've just asked to come over!"
A new hopeful feeling blossoms inside him, maybe he didn't have to convince you to love him.