ddarker-dreams
for each man kills the thing he loves.
hello, i'm lock! she/her ♡ bi ♡ 22 ♡ chrollo lucilfer's hypewoman. inbox is open for chats and suggestions. pfp is by @yw5vdghlcmhpbq !
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as far as taking care of you too much, i feel Giorno would be up there too, maybe only escaping the list by being able to hold himself back to give you a little space if needed
giorno was actually one of the first names that came to mind when i was reading that ask!!
yan giorno's attentiveness has this genuine quality that has you struggling to fully demonize him. it's a frustrating realization. after everything he's taken from you, he's inadvertently denied you your unadulterated fury as well. it wouldn't have been much, but it would've been yours; a flame he'd find himself burnt by whenever he saw the wrath in your eyes. this supposed righteous anger waned instead of burning true.
should you admonish him, he accepts it with a solemn air, almost like a martyr you'd find depicted in the sistine chapel. his tender care for you never falters. it's a looming shadow that you once feared yet have since grown used to. a routine sets in, but never ennui, because of course he would think of that too. he doesn't stop at maintaining your physical well-being, that's where he begins.
giorno's deeply in tune to your emotions. he somehow just always understands. regardless of if you want to acknowledge it or not, the bond born from being known so intimately soothes an ache every human endures. he's somehow the bane of your existence and your second half. you'll open up to him without even realizing it then agonize over the fact later, only to kickstart the cycle anew.
he's walking proof that it's possible to love someone too much.
#being giogio's darling is basically just. wanting to scream stop being so nice and understanding!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cut it out!!!#yandere giorno x reader#answered#Anonymous
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I wonder how "yan anya and yan chrollo x darling" worked out because i feel like the second either anya or chrollo say they saw someone interesting (future darling) and or started spending a concerning amount of time with someone else (5 minutes) and actually enjoy it, the other would just.....make space in their basement....Immediately taking out competition. I feel like the only way future darling can, well survive is if anya is the person that gets interested first and chrollo decides to investigate a bit instead of killing on sight, that investigating most likely leads to "Ah, now i know why anya likes her so much" and con-gratulations/dolences, darling wakes up in some unknown bedroom
tbh, anya has the highest chance of falling for the most Regular shmuck. normalcy bewitches her. so when chrollo starts skulking about, she's on high alert. you're her 9-5 not-quite-partner-yet-but-still-in-the-cards-potentially-kinda-not-really-she's-delusional. he needs to go find his own! chrollo would have to give a solid sales pitch to kick things off. specifically, the boost to your security with them both in your orbit. especially since chrollo has better interpersonal skills (he phrases it nicer than that). they smooth out the details at brunch.
your future is decided by two notorious figures in society's underground over avocado toast.
having anya thrown into the yandere mix comes with some pros and cons, notably:
+less mind games from chrollo, as anya thinks it's bad for your mental health. no comment upon you pointing out kidnapping isn't doing your brain any favors either.
+anya doesn't go for threatening your family/loved ones, implicitly or otherwise. she knows that if anyone threatened ash (and estella too, depending on the day of the week), she'd never forgive them.
+the cutlery wherever you're staying at doesn't magically disappear. chrollo wants to 'relieve you of the temptation' by removing pointy objects, but anya argues otherwise. their abilities should be sufficient in disarming you should you ever threaten them with a knife. if anything, she wants to encourage this instinct, so you could defend yourself in the event they're not around.
-anya will not stop trying to convince you that kale tastes good so you'll eat more of the evil leaf.
-they share the most horrific anecdotes with a nonchalant air. chrollo will occasionally bring up memories from his youth, whereas anya focuses on her most notable escapades. you could've gone without her account of the anti-men cult she was sent to investigate who sewed their eyes upon initiation. it ruined your appetite.
-although chrollo hides it better, they're both out of touch with reality to varying degrees. anya couldn't accurately guess the price of milk and there's no convincing chrollo that killing strangers is 'morally abhorrent.'
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tiktok porn is so so funny.
why even try at this point
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#my faves must be capable of outflirting me or what is the Point#there are some exceptions but i wanna be giggling and kicking my feet ...
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aww what if scara’s darling copied his red eye makeup, whether to catch him off guard or because of boredom
at first, scara's narrowing his eyes because hm. there's something different about you. he sees you everyday, he could accurately describe you from memory for any artist commissioned to paint your likeness. this familiarity has even the slightest change in your appearance sticking out like a sore thumb. seriously, you could change lip balms and he'd notice. he's weird like that.
with this in mind, you assumed he'd immediately point out the rouge pigment painted around your eyes. instead, he marched up to you, taking your chin in his unnaturally cold hand for an impromptu examination. after observing you from every possible angle, it hits him. the color, the shape, the placement—
—he blushes and sputters some incoherent spiel about 'ulterior motives' and 'shamelessness.' don't take the insults personally, the poor puppet is malfunctioning. for you to have replicated it this well, you must've studied him at length. did you find him handsome? had you noticed he changed his conditioner, giving his hair a glossier finish?
these thoughts run rampant in his overclocked brain.
good luck trying to convince him you did this out of boredom. he's convinced this is a subconscious sign of attraction, any evidence supporting the contrary goes in one ear and out the other. the power of delusion is unmatched.
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such a thing as freedom
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Which one of ur yanderes take care of you way too much that it's suffocating to you <3333
oh boy.
geto and gojo from the golden girl yan au are suffocating in ways that'd make your sanity wane. separate, they're semi-tolerable. heavy emphasis on semi. geto hides his obsessive tendencies better but gojo barely bothers.
geto's self-aware enough to know you won't appreciate your privacy/autonomy being blatantly violated. he's careful, always gauging your body language to see what he can and can't get away with. he paints himself as the more reasonable one (which gojo finds funny, considering geto's need for control exceeds his). geto eases you into this new reality of their heavy involvement in your life. it's gradual, starting off with him casually asking where you were or who you were with.
the way he phrases and times his questions won't have you thinking twice about offering the information up. should you ever hesitate, your instinct swearing that something's just off, he can handle that too. he'll get quiet, almost solemn. geto professes to knowing it's a bit much and apologizes. the last thing he'd ever want to do is make you uncomfortable, he'll say. you're dear to him and he doesn't know what he'd do if anything happened to you. by the end of the spiel, guilt festers in your chest for doubting his intentions.
then there's gojo.
he's always finding excuses to be in your vicinity, soaking up all your attention like a sponge. from his perspective, there's no point in you talking to anyone besides him, geto, and shoko. nanami and haibara are on thin ice but he can tolerate them, so long as your interactions remain short. gojo ramps up his obnoxiousness to a blinding degree, ensuring yours eyes never wander from him. he's always draping himself over you, cracking jokes, prodding for reactions, or otherwise invading your personal space. shoko made an apt comparison, likening him to a parasite 'that doesn't know when to stop feeding.'
while his fussing over you might seem melodramatic, he's very in tune to your emotions and overall wellbeing. you couldn't hide anything from him if you tried, he knows you like the back of his hand. it never hit how observant he is until he picks up on something troubling you before you were aware of it yourself.
they both see how easily exploitable your kind disposition is. hell, it's how they're able to get away with half the things they do. the world would devour your sweet qualities, spitting out whatever pieces of you remain. certainly, your naïveté could be taken advantage of, but, ironically enough, in 'protecting' you from this, they're participating in what they've set out to prevent. they both kinda know it too. ultimately, their greed outweighs any guilt they might feel for monopolizing your attention.
#gojo satoru x reader#yandere gojo x reader#geto suguru x reader#jjk x reader#yandere jjk x reader#concepts#golden girl yandere au#answered#Anonymous
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Have you played Pathologic 1 or 2?? I feel like you would love it
as a certified hbomberguy Enjoyer i am familiar with the game!! i've actually watched a lot of videos on it because the concept/world is very interesting to me. i played pathologic 2 for a brief stint on my old laptop, but the poor thing didn't run it very well. i'll have to check it out again.
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How do you think yan Scara would react to his darling giving him the silent treatment? Just straight up refusing to talk to him. Even if he got so pissed off he forced me to look at him and told me to speak I would just stick my tongue out at him like a brat lol ❤️
this is the kind of dilemma that'd have his fatui grunts contemplating desertion because they know trouble's on the horizon. literally. thunderstorms brood when their lord harbinger does and they're convinced that there's a correlation.
he's irate from the get-go. there's no slow corrosion of his patience, the instant you deprive him of your attention, he considers it a cardinal sin. you are his raison d'être, the sole organism in this wretched existence that makes life worth living. in truth, it's quite pitiable, the reaction this resistance invokes. he'll pester you relentlessly until you acknowledge him. threats, insults, even trailing behind you like a lost little duckling, he's just. there. waiting for you to cut it out and apologize.
during this stunt, absolutely no one can interact with you. it wasn't like he was letting you be a social butterfly before, but now, he's adamant on being your sole option for conversation. he doesn't care how obvious his desperation is. tending to his wounded ego will come later. he's already planned all the ways you'll make it up to him, the daydreams ranging from somewhat plausible to downright delusions.
(just because you won't throw yourself at his feet, begging for forgiveness, your eyes glassy and lips overflowing with your devotion for him doesn't mean a man can't dream).
you'll have to concede at some point, whether it be from voicing necessities or boredom. whatever the case, expect his haughtiness to increase tenfold for the foreseeable future. he's disguising his immense relief beneath the theatrics.
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the cold won't turn scara's cheeks red, but you giving him a smooch on the cheek certainly will.
#i am a simp scara believer#i think he'd be such a little weirdo when in love (yan or otherwise) and it must be explored to the fullest .#scaramouche brainrot
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THERE HE IS
#actually lost my mind when i saw him#the sassy stance#the pout#man did NOT wanna be there gndjksgnkj#wearing that big ass hood with shorts ...#he's never /not/ iconic#lock.txt
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sorry for being weird, the loneliness and the need for a deeper, more meaningful human connection is eating me alive
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#this is v interesting#i think it's impossible for me to write a reader that's 100% detached from my personality#my dumb sense of humor always finds its way in there. it's a plague
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THE GLOWING EYES ???????????????????????
#glowing eyes get me every time#i want to write something for him so bad... i'm so sorry golden girl my bb...#lock.txt
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yan scara’s biggest fantasy: resting his head on your lap while you run your fingers through his hair, then falling asleep to the sweet sound of you humming a lullaby.
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writing reader inserts is so funny because it's like. yeah you would NOT say that but now you do and you're gonna enjoy it. it's inevitably pouring a part of you into this fic. it's describing your dissociative daydreams in overly detail to everyone searching specifically for food to feed their dissociative daydreams. it's coming up with a hundred different scenarios on how to get railed by your favorite 2D man and yeah his dick is always big and he wants you so badly. it's playing barbie with Y/N who is like an universal OC at this point. it's going on silly little adventures in my mind and taking you all with me. reader inserts i love you so much.
#this sums up my thoughts on reader-inserts with MCs who have a defined personality so well#i just imagine it's Alternate Universe me if it's unlike my actual disposition#blowing this post a kiss...
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Worthy Motivator.
Blade x Reader.
Warnings: Typical Blade morbidity, Blade's slightly yan because I can never write him as Normal, and not SFW implications.
Word count: 1k.
Author notes are at the end of the story!
Washcloth in hand, you wipe away the perspiration clinging to your skin.
While doing so, you squint, an act your reflection obediently mimics, confirming that yes; this disheveled figure is indeed you. You smooth out your hair, moisturize your face, then apply a light layer of toner. The process is completed in a timely fashion. A few hand motions made midair dim the bathroom’s lights.
Yawning, the door slides open at your behest, retreating into the wall like a turtle does its shell. The room is dome-shaped and customized to your liking. A light birch wood floor, pale pink walls, and windows showcasing scenery of a tulip field stretching on for miles. Windmills dot the distance, turning at their leisure. Gentle orange hues from two rising suns envelop the room in a cozy glow.
If you hadn’t known any better, you’d believe you were actually on the planet Ethos, not traversing the cold, unforgiving space between galaxies.
While playing with the settings to change the time being depicted to twilight, it finally dawns on you that you’re not alone.
Blazing eyes freeze you in place and your breath catches in your throat.
“Blade,” you greet, wincing at how gracelessly the word rolls from your tongue, “I didn’t expect…”
You cut yourself off, figuring that finishing the sentence will strengthen the bizarre atmosphere. What can be said, anyway? ‘Thanks for that,’ or ‘couldn’t have done it without you,’ maybe? Both options seem equally terrible. To make matters worse, he doesn’t explain why he’s stuck around. He continues to stand beside your nightstand, arms crossed over his chest, his lips drawn in a straight line.
You’re the only one boasting signs of your previous tryst, the most obvious being your unsteady gait. Hoping to convey some decorum, you clasp your hands behind your back and straighten your posture. Surely, he’ll spill whatever’s on his mind and then make himself scarce. That’s been his modus operandi ever since this undefined relationship stumbled into existence. You tried not to take it personally. You’re both adults, if he doesn’t want to stick around for pillow talk, you won’t fault him for it.
His eyes sear through your being.
“You’re going to Illij.”
You blink, thrown off by the flat delivery and the intentions it conceals. He’s either painfully blunt or cryptic in his word choice. It’d be nice if he could find a middle ground between both extremes, but that’s wishful thinking.
With unusual impatience, he adds, “Alone.”
Ah.
A certain magenta-haired beauty’s previous words resurface in your mind.
“—Alone? Not taking Bladie along for the ride?” she had tutted. “You’ll hurt his feelings.”
You thought she was teasing, as she’s wont to do, yet your developing dilemma proves otherwise. That, or you couldn’t bring yourself to acknowledge the truth in her words.
Whilst shifting your weight from one foot to another, you meekly reply, “Kafka gave me permission.”
He has the audacity to roll his eyes at you.
“Permission, huh?”
The condescension corrodes your former sheepishness.
Placing a hand on your hips, you reply, “That’s the word I used, yes.”
Your room pulsates with palpable tension. He stands to his full height — having been seated on your bed’s edge — sauntering over like a cat poised to pounce. You cross your arms over your chest as the distance shrinks. He’s yet to fully dress himself, wearing only his signature gray pants. His bare torso is marred with innumerable scars that vary in length and angle. Every time you both succumb to the heat of passion, his bandages occupy a new spot, depending on the circumstances of his latest battles. Presently, the cloth coils around his midsection and upper left arm.
He’s close enough now for you to notice the latter unraveling.
It isn’t anything logical that urges you forward. The sentiment resides deep in the recesses of your psyche, unsuccessfully shoved down by denial and trepidation. This formless substance takes shape as you meet him halfway. Blade towers over you. Given the massive gap in your abilities, you should fear him, but you know your pounding heart isn’t spurred by negative emotion.
Much to his perplexity, you set aside the nascent quarrel, focusing your attention elsewhere. Nimble fingers resecure the rebellious cloth.
“You’re terrible at taking care of yourself,” you mutter. “Honestly, what am I s’posed to do with you…?”
It’s subtle, but this shift in tone relaxes his muscles. That is, until you admit:
“I don’t like you being my bodyguard.”
Confusion contorts his countenance, then something more raw; something dangerously intimate.
“I don’t like seeing you get hurt because of me,” you continue, lowering both your voice and head. “It’s… it’s awful and— and then— you don’t even care!”
Hoping to avoid further humiliation, you stop there, taking deep breaths to prevent tears from flowing. This wasn’t the direction you wanted the evening to take. You wanted to take a bath, dip into a game Silver Wolf wouldn’t stop raving about, and then prepare for your imminent trip. The trip that’d put thousands of lightyears between you and a man whose blood spilled for your sake could rival an ocean.
“I’ll be fine on my own. I’ve got Silv’s disguise software and she knows how to track me. So — I don’t know — take it easy, or something. You’ve got the month off.”
His response is immediate. “I can’t.”
“Wh— did you not hear anything I just said?” you sputter.
“I heard,” he confirms. He raises his hand to the bandage you rewrapped, as if trying to savor your lingering warmth. “When you’re gone, I cannot ‘take it easy.’”
Blade uses your stupefaction to his advantage. He takes your much smaller hand into his and places it over his heart. It thumps at a slow, steady pace, like it hasn’t been obliterated and formed anew thousands of times. Your fingers twitch. His body, though colder than the average person’s, emits just enough warmth to indicate life. You feel the raised, textured skin that’s present above his every vital organ. It speaks of untold horrors; untold suffering.
His chest rumbles as he says, “If I’ve no choice but to live… you’d make for a worthwhile reason.”
You rest your forehead against his chest and squeeze your eyes shut.
Kafka… are you sure it isn’t my feelings that’re in the most danger?
A/N: owing to mental illness, aside from nexus, i devised another storyline for (slightly) less unhinged blade, this time with a stellaron hunter reader. while it has the material to make a series, i don't plan on starting up another multi-chaptered work until i make further progress into my current project 😭 still, i'm happy to talk about it if anyone's curious! here are some tidbits that give additional story context for this universe:
reader isn't super thrilled to be a stellaron hunter. a desperate situation ended in them joining the ranks. they're the emanator of the aeon of illumination, whose name i'm still undecided on. essentially, they're a 'consumer of stars,' capable of absorbing + storing well. you guessed it. stars. as you can imagine, this ability can provide immeasurable energy or devastation depending on its usage.
as a consequence, when reader's performing the sealing process, they're extremely vulnerable. it isn't exactly subtle, people tend to notice when their nearby sun is going cyaaaaaa ✌ and try to stop them. that's where bladie comes in. he kills anything and anyone that threatens them.
ethos is a pretty meadow planet that's known for harvesting clean energy (hydro, solar, wind) and using minimum technology. most of its inhabitants go their entire lives without ever seeing a computer. long distance communication is carried out through a dedicated fleet of carrier pigeons.
illij is a laissez-faire paradise. consumerism galore. ads projected in the night sky, ads projected in your dreams in certain low income areas where people can't afford space adblock™. it's a lot but sometimes reader appreciates the distraction.
#blade x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#stellaron hunters x reader#hsr blade#reader insert#blade brainrot#my stuff
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