yanon

I'm trying to make one sprite sketch per day (I have 50+ planned), and these are the most recent ones! I like how expressive Tatsu is; he's fun, while characters like Yuuta and Yotsuya are easier to draw.

"And then let's talk on a frequency only we can hear."

♡༉ »»» yandere sidekick who isn't used to people paying attention to him... he's just a sidekick, after all, why would anyone ever think about him when the hero is right there?

it's not something that's ever bothered him. he saves people because it's what's right, he doesn't care about the fame and glory. the hero handles the spotlight way better than him, he's content with his role as a sidekick. he doesn't need anything more.

but then he saves you from some falling debris during a massive fight in the city, and you looked at him like you'd seen him. you were clinging onto him for dear life, refusing to let go even after he'd taken you a safe distance away from the danger.

you're shaking like a leaf, tears streaming down your face as you thank him over and over again. it was nothing special, and after reassuring you that you were fine, he left to help other civilians.

Yandere x Narcissist!Reader

Dating a narcissist would drive a normal person insane, but to a yandere, your absolute obsession with yourself is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. You are arrogant, deeply superficial, and completely convinced that the world revolves entirely around you. You demand constant praise, luxury, and undivided attention. While anyone else would walk away from your ego, he looks at your vanity and falls entirely to his knees. He doesn't want a humble partner; he wants a deity to worship, and he thinks your self-obsession is completely justified because, in his eyes, you are perfect.

He has successfully turned your massive ego into his ultimate trap. Because you love being perceived as wealthy, flawless, and superior, he completely funds your high-end lifestyle without a single complaint. He buys you the designer clothes, the luxury cars, and the expensive jewelry you flaunt to make others jealous. He loves that your vanity makes you entirely financially dependent on him. He will literally bow his head to slip a diamond necklace around your throat, smiling deeply as you stare at your own reflection in the mirror rather than looking at him. "Look how beautiful you are, my love. Only the absolute best for you. No one else could ever provide for you like this."

He handles your constant need for validation by becoming your permanent, 24/7 hype-man. If you spend three hours getting ready just to take a single selfie for social media, he won't complain about the wait. Instead, he will hold the studio lights for you, adjust your hair, and tell you exactly how breathtaking you look from every angle. He will literally create hundreds of fake burner accounts online just to spam your comment sections with compliments and argue with anyone who leaves even a slightly critical remark. He wants your digital world to be a flawless mirror that only reflects your own greatness.

Your complete lack of empathy for other people actually makes his job incredibly easy. If he systematically cuts off your friends, sabotages your relationships with your family, or gets a coworker fired because they were getting too close to you, you don't even notice the isolation. You are too busy focusing on yourself to care that your social circle is shrinking. When you off-handedly complain that people are "dropping out of your life because they're jealous of your success," he will softly stroke your hair and fuel your delusion. "Of course they're jealous, sweetheart. They can't handle how bright you shine. You don't need those basement-dwellers anyway. You just need me to admire you."

He treats your arrogance as a green light to be completely possessive. Because you love being the center of attention, you might casually flirt with a waiter or a bartender just to prove to yourself that you "still have it." A normal boyfriend would get jealous and pick a fight with you. Your yandere boyfriend doesn't blame you at all in his mind; it’s not your fault that you're a masterpiece; it's the waiter's fault for daring to look at his god. The person who caught your eye will mysteriously disappear from their shift the next day, while your boyfriend takes you to an even more exclusive, private restaurant where the staff is strictly instructed to keep their eyes on the floor.

He has a deeply unhinged way of managing your infrequent moments of insecurity. On the rare days where you look in the mirror and feel like you don't look perfect, or when a project you worked on doesn't get the praise you demanded, your ego will completely fracture into a toxic, defensive meltdown. You’ll pace the room, snapping at him, demanding to know if you're losing your edge. He will instantly drop to his knees, wrap his arms tightly around your waist to anchor you, and look up at you with completely wide, consumed eyes. He will recite a terrifyingly detailed list of every single perfect trait you possess, practically praying to you until your ego is safely put back together.

The true genius of this dynamic is that you are completely blind to his dangerous, obsessive nature because your own reflection blocks your view. You think he's just a submissive, deeply infatuated puppy who is lucky to have you. You don't realize that while you are busy staring at yourself in the mirror, he is the one who bought the mirror, built the room, and locked the door from the outside. You are a captive creature in his beautiful golden cage, but as long as the cage is lined with velvet, diamonds, and endless praise, you will gladly sit on your throne and never try to leave.

He treats your absolute selfishness as a twisted form of loyalty. While a normal partner would be deeply hurt that you never ask about his day, never remember his birthday, and completely tune out when he speaks about his own life, he finds it incredibly comforting. Your utter lack of curiosity about him means you never ask where he goes at night, why he has a secondary encrypted phone, or how he uncovers so much private data on your acquaintances. You are too busy talking about your own achievements to notice his red flags, making your self-absorption his perfect camouflage.

He has turned your social media feeds into a highly curated, artificial echo chamber. He knows that your mood for the entire day is dictated by the engagement metrics on your latest posts. To ensure you stay perpetually happy and dependent on the digital high, he runs a private "click farm" out of his office. The moment you upload a photo, thousands of automated bots all programmed with realistic usernames and profile pictures instantly flood your page with likes, shares, and worshipful comments. If you brag at dinner about how "the algorithm finally recognizes your beauty," he’ll just smile warmly, cutting your steak for you. "Of course it does, my love. Quality always rises to the top."

He weaponizes your vanity to completely dictate what you wear and how you present yourself, but he does it by reversing psychology on your ego. If he wants you to wear a specific outfit that he bought, he won't just ask you to put it on. Instead, he’ll casually leave it draped over a chair and murmur, "I bought this piece from an exclusive designer, but honestly... I don't think anyone is elegant enough to pull it off. The lines are too demanding." Your competitive arrogance will instantly flare up. You’ll snap the clothes out of his hands, put them on just to prove him wrong, and strut around the room while he sits back, completely intoxicated by how easily he can manipulate your pride.

The way he handles your "haters" is terrifyingly systematic. Because you have a loud, abrasive personality and love to brag, you naturally attract online critics who call out your narcissism. You’ll throw a massive tantrum at home, pacing the floor and screaming about how "pathetic, jealous peasants" are trying to ruin your image. While you are venting, he is already typing on his laptop. He doesn't just block them; he ruins them. If an online account leaves a viral hate comment on your profile, he will track their IP, pull up their real-world liabilities, and quietly, systematically dismantle their lives, bankrupting their small businesses or leaking their private indiscretions, all while telling you, "See? Karma always strikes the people who try to diminish your light."

He treats your constant financial extravagance as a beautiful reassurance. He loves when you swipe his black card for a spontaneous $20,000 shopping spree because, to him, every transaction receipt is a signed contract ensuring you can never leave his side. If you ever have a rare moment of existential dread where you wonder what you would do if he ever stopped funding you, he will instantly smother the thought. He will pull you onto his lap, surround you with your new designer bags, and press a soft kiss to your jaw. "Don't fill that beautiful head with such silly thoughts, sweetheart. My wealth exists solely to frame your perfection. You don't need a backup plan. You have me forever."

He loves when you use him as an accessory to show off to your peers. At high-society galas or casual parties with old acquaintances, you love to parade him around like a prize trophy flaunting his good looks, his expensive tailored suits, and his unwavering devotion just to make your old friends look pathetic by comparison. He gladly plays the role of the doting, subordinate partner, standing half a step behind you and catering to your every whim in public. He lets you take all the credit, entirely satisfied with the knowledge that while you think you’re showing him off to the world, he is actually supervising your isolation in real-time.

He’s beautiful. Like actually obscenely beautiful. That beauty where it’s actually serious when you state that’s he’s a once in a lifetime once a generation beauty.

He’s a perfect specimen objectively. He’s tall, perfect eyes, clear skin, he smells good, perfect full healthy hair, good hands and nail beds- he is really built without error. More of a mutation than man.

When you realize that he was just another goony loser discord meme loving Lego building teen just like the rest of them.

His facade drops around you. Which is weird because he wants to impress you more than anyone else in the entire world but he also wants you to degrade him and really mean it?

He’s wants you to think that he’s perfect for you but also wants you to understand the full depth of his loser.

He chases you around, will full on ditch whoever’s he’s talking to or hanging out with to come say hello, even if you ignore him it’s like he has a punchcard of the amount of times he can see you in a day.

“I like him I like that autistic man and would it be weird if I asked him at dinner is you autistic”??? That’s him once you rip off the mask of beauty. He’s a true degenerate. You could gargle mouthwash and spit it into his mouth and he would deadass get a hard on.