[nsfw] thinking about a celebrity! darling with a weird incel yandere.
you’ve never met him, and you probably never will. he rarely leaves his home after all, and it’s quite a pathetic image, watching him spend his time bed rotting, salivating towards the thought of you.
his name is pom, but of course you’ll never know. the same way you’ll never know about the little tumblr page he has dedicated towards you, the way he presses lit cigarettes into his skin and pretends you’re holding him down, forcing him to let the ash seep into his skin.
there’s a corner of his room that he especially likes. covered to the brim with pictures of you, dead flowers messily stuck to the wall. there’s a small desk pushed up to lean against it, with offerings he knows you’d find repulsive. white roses stained with blood, spell jars filled with what he calls his ‘love’.
he hopes you can feel it. hopes you can somehow feel the desperation he gets when it comes to the thought of you at the dead of night, bringing him to his knees in front of his screen. hopes you get tingles down your spine each time he pants like a bitch when he hears your voice takes a certain tone.
he’s sure that there’s not a video of you that he hasn’t seen, and when he got bored of seeing the same things he surfaced up what he could, finding old photos of you before the fame, innocent pictures of you smiling into the camera that you’d posted on your old socials, or somebody’s yearbook that just so happened to include you. he found it amazing, how someone as ‘godly’ as yourself could mimick a normal person.
you need someone like him, who can see you for your worth. sure you have fans all over, but they don’t compare to him now do they? they don’t hold rituals for you each week, they don’t pray towards your name! none of them have noticed things like how you wear a particular colour at special events, or the way you click your fingers together when you’re nervous.
and all the more, he’d let you take out your anger on him. all your pent up frustration, all the stress that your job is paired with. you’d never need to hide your thoughts around him, you could lash out at him and scream, and cry when he got hard from it! matter of fact he’d beg for it, he’d hump your leg and look up at you with tears in his eyes if that was what it took. he’d be more than happy to demean himself to such a state if it meant gaining your attention, your disgust and your repulsion.
he can imagine the way your face would twist up if you saw him, sweating and drooling from your name alone. you’d spit on him right, he hopes you would. maybe he’d catch it and you’d hold back a gag, or you’d give him a kick to remind him of his place. he’d love that.
haha all credit for this oc goes towards dani - @fernbranches ! always pleasant to write for your oc’s and i’m aware you don’t have a post dedicated towards this one yet but i’m always look forward to seeing what you stir up.
art drawn by dani of her oc is linked below. <3
