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dr3c0mix · 10 months

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Hi! I love your stuff, you’re a really good writer! Take your time if you ever get to this, don’t burn yourself out.

The scenario is a delusional yandere childhood friend/monster. Like the reader found it in the woods as a kid and they grew up playing until the reader had to move away. Now years later, the reader is back..and the monster thinks it has a mate again.

Imaginary More-Than-Friends

Yandere! Imaginary Childhood Bestfriend x GN Reader

an: I believe the few people will recognize this guy from my old posts, i figured i let him out of my little toy box of characters huehuehue. i have to say though that i'm very much attached to this one and i will not be accepting nsfw requests of this character in the future! sorry if its not really what you asked for though ._." i was a bit excited when i saw your request

CW: Coulrophobia, delusional yan, this one is a bit more intense than normal, kidnapping kind of, possessive themes

🦋 You have vague memories of your old house. Memories of playing around in your old room and the faint sounds of cicadas and rustling leaves from outside your bedrooms window felt like a blur.

🦋 The clearest memory of your childhood there was playing around in the woods by your backyard. You had a small clubhouse somewhere in the thicket of trees and other flora. It was a small red tent full of flower ornaments that you've weaved and little trinkets you found while exploring.

🦋 You also remember there being someone else in the woods with you every time you played, although you don't remember any neighbors with kids when you were younger. Even then you have foggy memories of talking to someone very close to you.

🦋 You feel the truck you're riding in turn a corner and you look up to see your old family house slowly appearing from behind autumn-colored trees.

🦋 As soon as the moving truck came to a stop, you opened the door after thanking the driver and got your bags, taking a good look at the large house in front of you.

🦋 The paint was chipping and most of the metal decor was rusting, but you can fix them up as soon as you move in. Your family had to move out pretty quickly for some unknown reason so you figured many of the things that were left were still there.

🦋 Turning the key in the lock and opening the door, you could have sworn you heard scurrying from inside the house, must have been an animal that got in from a window or something.

🦋 Somehow, the house didn't seem very dusty, even though it's been sitting unoccupied for years. The floor looks swept to an extent with piles of leaves looking to have been swept lazily to the sides of the rooms.

🦋 You wandered through the house, your memories coming back to you about the times you spent with your parents, all the while, you can hear faint scratching and thumping as you walk.

🦋 The tall figure skittered around house, watching you wander around from the corners with an unblinking stare. He couldn't believe it. You were here, you're back! And you're so much bigger than you were all those years ago...you look so beautiful now! A toothy grin widens on his face as his claws scratched the doorframe he was gripping, leaving deep scratches.

🦋 As you enter your old room, you see that the dusty bed still looks made, like it's been waiting for someone to sleep in it for years. Old toys with ribbons of your favorite color tied to their necks or wrists sat in their places by a fogged windowsill as paper cranes and insects on string and glow in the dark stars still hung on your ceiling.

🦋 Just as you were about to leave to get your things moved in, you hear your old closet creak open. You freeze and turn to it, it looked like there wasn't anything inside. You wait a bit before fucking off, not wanting to deal with any ghouls or the like at the moment...

🦋 The figure then breathes a sigh of relief as soon as you're out of earshot. It pushes itself out of the closet and onto the floor. Soon you will see each other, he promises. He just has to find the right time...

🦋 You'd find items missing and reappearing in strange places sometimes, it could've been just you forgetting where you placed them, but there's no way you could have misplaced your shoes in the sink or your sweater outside your window...

🦋 You'd also notice food that was left out being eaten, not by ants or rodents though, the bite marks were too large.

🦋 You weren't some dumb character in a horror movie, you could see the tell-tale signs of a haunting, but you didn't want to let go of the house, not after all the years of trying to buy it back and all the money you put into renovating it.

🦋 Your mind was put at ease somewhat when you found a group of raccoons rummaging through your trashcans next to a window with a broken window, they could've just been messing with your stuff and eating your food while you weren't looking. You took note that you had to fix the locks soon.

🦋 After a few tiring days of getting everything cleaned up and moving in your stuff, you look at your hard work and smile. Your furniture gave the home your own personal touch while still keeping the nostalgic charm of your childhood home. You sigh in satisfaction and decide to go out and get some fresh air.

🦋 You exit through your backyard door and, from what you can see, the woods hasn't changed a bit since you left. It made you smile knowing you personal little playground hasn't wasted away. You then remember your old hideout. A wave of memories come back to you as you rush to where you remember the little red fort was.

🦋 To your surprise, the tent was still up, in fact, you could see no sign of aging on it. No damage from rain or wind or anything, it's like it was frozen in time. You walk up to it, crouching down and lifting the red embroidered curtains of the entrance and revel in the little items that withstood the years it has been left here.

🦋 Although, you notice there being more things than you remember. Did you really collect all these thing when you were younger? There were bottles of soda can tabs and acorns, figurines of animals carved out of wood, were those animal bones??

🦋 You back away from the tent, very much weirded out by the new additions to your old hang out spot when suddenly, your body bumps into something. It felt thin like a tree but soft like a plush toy with burlap for the cover. Your eyes go wide as you hear a voice from above you. "(Y/N)?"

🦋 The familiar jingle of bells sparked something in you as you look up to meet the creature's porcelain face.

🦋 You stare at the figure like it would disappear if you look away from it as you step back to look at it better.

🦋 It was a clown, a tall one at that. Its white pupils stayed on you as you can see razor sharp teeth within its mouth. His limbs looked almost jointless like how a plush toy would look. It's clothes were brown and dirty from years of neglect.

🦋 What you were seeing wasn't human, it couldn't be human. It was too freakishly tall to be one. You didn't know what to do, running could provoke it to chase you and attacking could anger it.

🦋 Suddenly, it steps closer to you and bends down, you could feel its breath on your face, it unusually smelled like candycorn.

🦋 Then it chuckles, giving you a grin before suddenly picks you up and wraps its long arms around you, spinning around happily like a child holding their new toy.

🦋 "(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Oh I'm so happy to see you again! You've grown so much! Where did you go? What did you see? Did you...make any new friends?"

🦋 It pulls away from you and stops spinning only to see a terrified expression on your face. His smile drops and cocks his head to the side. "(Y/N)? Are you okay?" The bells on its jester hat jingle softly.

🦋 As your shock melts away, you figure he didn't have any intention of harming you and you try and catch your breath. Your eyes then catch a glimpse of ribbons tied around his wrists. It was your favorite color.

🦋 Your slowly look back up to the clown and you finally remember your old friend that you used to play with.

🦋 You had a favorite toy amongst your collection of stuffed animals and dolls. It was a strawberry pink clown with stretchy arms, you used to carry it around with you all the time. From the moment you wake up to going back to sleep, you had it with you. You named it..

🦋 "Hallow?"

🦋 The clown perks up at the name and its smile widens even more. "So you remember! Hahah! I was beginning to think you forgot all about me!" "Y-you're real?! I mean you were- but- h-how is this possible?!"

🦋 Hallow puts you down and gives you a confused look, pointing a finger to his cheek. "Real? Of course I'm real! I'm your best friend!" He giggles, spinning around joyfully.

🦋 "And I...left you here.." "Oh I don't mind! I'm sure you had a reason! Besides, you're here now and we can play again! And we can be together!" He takes your hands into his and squeezes them, his grip a bit shaky. Well, at least it won't be so lonely out here anymore...

🦋 From there, Hallow kept you company, he would help you out in fixing up the exterior of the house and tell you all about what's happened since you left.

🦋 "I saw a reeeaaallly big bear once! He looked all tubby and fluffy and stuff! I tried petting it but it bit my arm off! So rude right? At least I knew how to sew my arm back! Thanks for teaching me how by the way!"

🦋 He's a bit clingy, but he does give you space if you ask him. and by give you space i mean he just stares at you from the corner of the room instead of hovering over you the whole time.

🦋 He wasn't a fan of other people though, if ever a friend of yours visits or a delivery person drops by, he'd disappear in a flash, when they finally leave, he's unusually quiet until to ask if he was alright. When you turn away from him, his forced smile drops down to a sneer, thinking about the strange person that was trying to take you away from him...

🦋 Then one day, a friend of yours called and told you they were in the area and wanted to meet up with you. Hallow watched as you happily talked to your phone from the gap between your door, scratching the wood in jealousy. Who was making you so happy (Y/N)? Only he's supposed to make you laugh like that...

🦋 When your friend came, he disappeared once again. He watched you greet your 'friend' with a hug, being awfully touchy with them, holding their hand as you guide them to your couch.

🦋 He hated it, he hated them. He hated you happy you looked as you two laughed together. He wished it was him who was making you laugh, not this stranger. Infact, what made you think they were to be trusted? Wasn't it other people that made you leave him in the first place? Your dreaded parents were the reason you were taken from him, what makes you think your "friend" won't do the same. Before you know it, you could be taken back to the city, stressed and overwhelmed and away from him, your best friend, your only friend, your soulmate!

🦋 His spiraling thoughts were quickly interrupted by your friend getting up from their seat. "Alright, it's getting late..where's that mall again?" "Oh, you just turn right from the second street over." "Ok! I'll pick you up tomorrow at noon!" noon?

🦋 The door closes, and you hear the jingling of bells behind you. "Do you have to hide every time there's someone else he-" Your joking comment is cut off when you turn and he's looming dreadfully over you.

🦋 "What mall?" "H-huh?" He's glaring daggers into your eyes, taking a step closer to you as you back up, unease growing inside of you.

🦋 "What's at noon?" "H-hallow we're just going out-" "How long?" "H-how long?? I don't kno-" "Hours? Days? Years?" You're backed up against the wall, the giant clown's arms at either side of you, trapping you under him as black drool drips down his snarling mouth.

🦋 "How long are you gonna leave me this time huh? How many days am I gonna wait for you to come back to me?!" "Hallow stop you're scaring me!" "I'm supposed to be my best friend! Not them!" He snaps at you, making you flinch in fear. His glare softens then turns into a horrified expression. Pulling his hands back closer to him shakily as you shivered in front of him, your arms hiding your face. He lets out a quiver before stepping away from you. You lower your arms and he was gone, you can hear banging and thumping from upstairs.

🦋 The next day, you were getting ready for your outing with your friend. Hallow didn't show up that day. You weren't used to the silence that was left.

🦋 You haven't seen Hallow in a few days, but you always let out food for him. He was hurt, you can tell, but it was clear he needed space at the moment, you just hoped he didn't do anything rash as you went to bed a week after your fight with the clown.

🦋 You woke up the next day, expecting Hallow not to come out again. You get up from your bed and head downstairs. Calling out Hallow's name, no answer.

🦋 You sigh and figure you should get some much-needed fresh air. The tension that has built up in the house was almost suffocating to you. You went to your backdoor to spend some time outside.

🦋 But when you tried to open the door, it wouldn't turn. You tried unlocking it, but the lock wouldn't budge. You pulled and shook it but to avail. You groan and try to open a window instead, but the latch was shut tight. You tried the other windows but none of them opened. You started to freak out when you hear a jingle of bells behind you.

🦋 "H-Hallow? Why are the all the windows shut? The door's locked too!" You look to him, but he looked off. His normal wide-eyed smile was replaced with a half-lidded grin. He swayed side to side, clasping his hands together as he giggled. "Hello, you~"

🦋 "H-hey...what's going on?" You ask him, sweat rolling down the side of your head nervously.

🦋 "Well, I thought about what you said and I realized! You're not at fault here! You just want someone to be with! And I guess me being your friend wasn't good enough for you so you turned to someone else! I know you didn't mean to hurt me lovely, but I can change for you! I can be much more than a best friend! We can be like those knights and princesses in your storybooks, remember?"

🦋 He starts walking up to you, you hold onto the countertop behind you as he rambles on in a lovesick haze. "H-Hallow?"

🦋 "You won't need anyone else (Y/N)! You'll just need me from now on! We'll be together forever! Oh and don't worry about food and stuff, I can get you those!"

🦋 He chuckles, before pulling you into an uncomfortably tight hug, you flinch as you feel him kiss your neck and cheek, his sharp teeth grazing your skin ever so gently.

🦋 "You'll never have go away ever again, my f-...my love~"

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ddarker-dreams · 11 months

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Apologue.

Yan Albedo x F Reader. Commissioned piece.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships, Albedo just having this strange unsettling energy... Word count: 3k.

There’s a homely atmosphere to Mondstadt that you don’t experience in other cities.

Everyone knows one another and does their part. If a neighbor falls ill, without requiring formal organization, the community provides meals so fresh, you can still see steam rising off it. Birthdays are remembered each year, you go to one childhood friend’s wedding then the next, and funerals pack the Favonius Cathedral to its limit. There’s an unspoken sense of togetherness each denizen of the city of freedom possesses. It is invisible, yet tangible, like a gentle breeze.

That’s why you don’t think much of it when Noelle seeks you out, carrying the news that once again, Klee has been placed in solitary confinement.

When the stalwart maid departs, you just sigh and shake your head. Klee’s solitary confinement punishment has become synonymous with ‘wait until [First] comes to take her off our hands.’ The Spark Knight may not be your blood relation, yet you often care for and look after her. Her eccentric mother is gone more than she’s around. While you can appreciate Alice’s zest for adventure, you wish she’d take her daughter into account before disappearing for half a year.

You can practically hear the globe-trotter’s voice from the last time you raised this concern.

“That’s what I have you for,” Alice would say. “Klee is fortunate to have such a kindhearted influence like you in her life. If it ever gets to be overwhelming, why not rely on her big brother more?”

At the mention of him, you dropped the topic. If Alice noticed the change in your demeanor, she didn’t comment on it. She instead elected to discuss a stipend you then respectfully refused. Monetary compensation was the last thing on your mind — you were raised in a community that helped one another because they wanted to.

You slide a bookmark into the latest novel that caught your interest. Chapter five will have to wait until after you’ve rescued Klee from the strange way the Knights try curbing her behavior.

Not even a second later, a shadow envelops your form on what is otherwise a sunny day.

“[First],” a calm voice belonging to a certain alchemist greets. Then there’s a gloved hand held out for you to take. “I assume you’re also going to headquarters?”

Biting down on your bottom lip, you inspect the choice you’ve been presented with. Presently, you’re sitting in a field of fluffy dandelions, right outside Mondstadt’s gates. This particular gesture is harmless enough. It feels like a concession on your part, but nonetheless, you place your palm in his and he hoists you up from the ground.

You come eye to eye with Mondstadt’s resident genius, Albedo.

It isn’t until silence resounds that you realize you should respond.

“Yes, I was just about to walk over there now. How did you…?”

“I heard about Klee’s predicament. As her guardian, I wanted to smooth things over with Jean.”

“Of course,” you say a little too hastily. Your eyes flicker downward, to where your hands remain connected. Should you tug it back? The thought doesn’t sit well with you, it’s too flagrant. Fortunately, he notes where your attention lingers, and releases his hold. You pray the relief you feel isn’t too palpable.

You dust some imaginary dirt off your blouse. “I’ll let you get to it, then. I know you’re busy.”

“You aren’t planning to come with me?”

His tone isn’t the slightest bit accusatory, and still, you’re burdened with this burning need to defend yourself.

“Ah, well, there’s no need for both of us to go, right?”

“Klee’s missed seeing you around, you’re all she talks about,” The edges of Albedo’s lips tug into a smile. His eyelids then droop ever so slightly, and he tilts his head. “I hope your reluctance isn’t because you’re trying to avoid me.”

Incredulous, you gape at him, heat flooding your face. He’s impossible to get a read on. If eyes are windows to the soul, then that wall of impenetrable teal might as well be shutters. Most consider Albedo to be aloof and polite enough, if not impersonal. He doesn’t entertain conversations longer than necessary and prefers to be left alone to his own devices. You either pique his interest or you don’t. Depending on the category you land in, he’s more willing to show his wry disposition.

“I’m joking,” Albedo claims, though his composed visage remains impassive. “You’ve already done plenty for her. You’re under no obligation to do more.”

This snaps you back to reality. “It isn’t like that. Should we discuss this later? I don’t want Klee to be in that dark closet longer than necessary.”

He takes a moment to study you. You instantly regret the way your words came out, they were more abrasive than you intended. He didn’t technically say anything to incite your displeasure. From a purely logical standpoint, this rings true every time you’ve talked. You’re never given a justification for the apprehension his presence brings.

At least with a bad omen, you know what to expect, even if it foretells disaster. There’s a paradoxical comfort that comes from learning certain doom awaits. It is kinder to tell a man he’ll be killed tomorrow than to say he’ll be killed sometime in the future. He’ll rest easier the night total oblivion awaits compared to an agitated lifetime of glancing over his shoulder. True anguish comes not from knowledge, but a lack of it.

This is the limbo you occupy where Albedo is concerned. A permanent state of inertia that could equally be a product of your overimaginative mind or a legitimate threat. A pendulum swings yet tauntingly, yet never fully settles between the two.

Albedo finally grants clemency from being held prisoner beneath his stare.

“You’re right. That takes priority,” he relents. When he’s no longer facing you, he then casually adds, “It’s never good to be kept in the dark.”

You scrunch your lips to the side and follow him into Mondstadt.

“Big sis?”

Klee sits before you on a red gingham blanket. The little girl pinky promised not to try playing leapfrog with her bombs in Mondstadt’s main square again, but in return, she wanted an outing with you and Albedo. This request was paired with doe eyes and a pout. Although you had your reservations, this infamous combination easily demolished your defenses. So here you are, sitting beneath the shade of the monumental oak tree in Windrise. For the moment, Albedo is absent, the only sign he’d been here is his easel. He said something about needing a more accurate shade to faithfully paint your hair and took off to his workshop.

“Hm? What is it, Klee?”

You continue brushing through her platinum blonde locks. In all the excitement today, her signature hairstyle got entangled in knots.

“Are you mad at big brother?” She inquires, much to your astonishment. You’re grateful she’s situated in such a way that she can’t see your face. “When he comes back from the snowy mountain, I don’t see you as much.”

Your grip on the hairbrush tightens. Kids are nothing if not observant. “I’m not mad at him, no. I’ve just been busy lately.”

“All the fun grownups are always busy,” You can practically hear the way she puffs out her cheeks. “No one can tell stories like you, big sis. The chatty lady with a bird tried, but I couldn’t understand.”

What’s admittedly a cute anecdote tugs on your heart in a painful way. You do come around less often when Albedo is in town. For the longest time, he seemed content to conduct research for months in the frigid climate of Dragonspine. This allowed your interactions to be few and far between. Lately, however, he’s been hovering around Mondstadt like a storm cloud that refuses to dissipate.

Hence your current predicament: avoiding him meant avoiding Klee. It’s a temporary solution in desperate need of a better fix.

Not wanting to sully the mood, you extend an offer. “Would you like me to tell you a story now to make up for it?”

She practically leaps up in excitement. Stars twinkle in her eyes as she wraps her arms around your form, pulling you into a tight hug. You can’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm. You’ve never found the stories particularly impressive, though Klee would vehemently disagree. It must have to do with your flexibility to retcon Dodoco into every fairytale. He’s been a valiant knight, a mad scientist, an explorer of the sky, and far more. Your humble apartment is decorated with colorful drawings from Klee, depicting these collaborative storytelling efforts.

Her attention goes up and over your shoulder. “Big bro! Big bro! Big sis is gonna tell a story!”

He must be back. That was fast.

“Oh, is that right?” You hear Albedo reply. Klee nods fast enough that it’s a miracle she doesn’t get dizzy. “I had good timing then. It’s been a while since we’ve been treated to a [First] narrative.”

Is he going to make a point of mentioning that as well? You pay him no mind, instead opting to fix Klee’s hair before she gets too impatient. She sits crisscross, unclasps Dodoco from her backpack, and places him on her lap so he can participate. Meanwhile, Albedo gets to mixing his paints. He’s already roughly sketched various outlines onto the canvas. So far, it’s Klee tugging on your hand, pulling you to some unknown yet fantastical destination.

Klee once told you her big brother has drawings of you “everywhere” in his laboratory, prolonging the first syllable for emphasis. You still recall how you shuddered upon hearing this revelation.

“Let’s see… what kind of story would you like to hear, Klee?”

“A scary story!”

You knit your eyebrows together. “... A scary story? Are you sure? I don’t want to give you bad dreams.”

“It’s okay. I have Dodoco and my big brother to protect me,” Klee reassures. “Ms. Lisa told me I can’t check out a scary story until I’m older. She said you’d share one with me instead. Pretty please?”

That’s one crafty librarian. What is it with the Knights of Favonius and pawning their Klee-related problems off onto you? Your genial nature must lend itself to such dilemmas. After mulling it over a few moments, you arrive at a story that frightened you as a kid, but not excessively so. You’ll still tone down some elements regardless.

“Once upon a time, there was a poor married couple who lived in the woods. The wife was pregnant with their first child, yet she never had enough to eat. She asked her husband to pick vegetables from a nearby field, believing it’d long been abandoned by its owner, who they never saw. Her husband did as he was asked. He returned with cabbages, carrots, and potatoes. His wife cooked a yummy stew. Full and happy, she no longer had to worry about being hungry. A healthy baby girl was soon born. Their daughter grew up to become a sweet young lady who everyone in the nearby villages loved. Though the family had little, they cherished one another. All seemed well. Until one day, the father went hunting, and came across a man wearing a cloak.”

Klee’s eyes widen and she leans in closer.

“The man wearing the cloak revealed himself to be a warlock who had magical powers. He knew that many years ago, the husband had taken vegetables from his garden. The warlock demanded to be paid back for what was stolen. The husband said he had nothing of value. The warlock threatened the husband, saying that he’d place a curse on him and his family for a thousand generations. Unless, that is, he made it right by giving up what he loves most. And there was nothing the husband loved more than his sweet daughter. Left with no other choice, the married couple tearfully gave up their daughter to the warlock.”

“Oh no!” Klee exclaims in a whisper. “The poor daughter…”

You nod solemnly in agreement. “And so it was that the daughter was taken to a dark, isolated tower where the sun never shone. The warlock quickly fell in love with the woman, for she was very beautiful and kind. He did everything he could to make the young woman love him too. He gave her the finest jewelry and clothes in the land. Still, she wept bitterly at the sight of him, no matter what he tried. The warlock then thought to use his magic. One night, when he approached her, he created a pretty bundle of the reddest roses from nothing. She—”

“He made a flower? Like what big brother can do?”

…

An audible snap can be heard behind you.

You look over your shoulder to see Albedo holding his paintbrush, which has splintered into two.

There’s a quiet intensity radiating off him in waves. He’s frowning, though other than that, his countenance remains as unreadable as a tome in a foreign tongue. He ignores you completely and fixes his strange stare on his younger sister.

“Klee,” he starts in a monotonous voice, “Would you mind running back home and getting me a new paintbrush?”

“Aw, but big sis is in the middle of her story! I wanna know what happens to the nice girl and evil magic man.”

“You can find out when you get back. I’d really appreciate your help, Klee.”

It’s rare that Albedo ever asks for help, much less from her. She promises that she’ll be right back and sets Dodoco onto the picnic blanket, so that “you and big brother won’t get lonely.” She then skips off onto Mondstadt’s main road. Once she’s out of earshot, you stand to your feet, smoothing out the wrinkles on your skirt.

“Unaware of your own strength, huh?” You ask Albedo, almost absentmindedly. When he doesn’t respond, you swivel on your heel.

The alchemist is scrutinizing his work with a hand on his chin. He must’ve been in the middle of painting your hair when his paintbrush broke, the glossy streaks revealing that it’s still wet. You pull your lips into a straight line. It isn’t like him to zone you out. You’re about to voice a similar sentiment when he finally speaks up.

“It’s smudged,” he mutters under his breath.

The impossibly idyllic scene he tried depicting is marred with an imperfection.

Teal hues scrutinize you next. “Would you be open to changing the tone of the story when Klee returns?”

“Hm? Why’s that?” You cross your arms over your chest. “It’s important that she learns there are people in the world who don’t take no for an answer, always testing the limits of what they can get away with.”

It’s such a miniscule motion, you almost miss it, but you know for certain his eye twitched.

“Is that so?”

The calm waters of his voice obscure the raging tides hidden beneath the surface. Soft tufts of sandy blonde hair brush against his face as a zephyr passes through, rustling nearby branches with it. To be a citizen of Mondstadt and a child of Barbatos means to ascribe importance to the wind. The direction it blows, its strength, and what scents or sounds may come along with it. The Anemo Archon watches over his people with a certain fondness the other gods lack.

You wonder what it is he’s trying to get across to you.

“You have that expression again,” Albedo comments.

“... What expression?”

“A prey warily eyeing a predator,” he’s walking toward you now. You go stiff yet remain firmly planted. “Attempting to access the threat level and plan accordingly. To fight back, flee, or do nothing. Do you no longer find the last option appealing?”

The pendulum errs to the side of warning.

He still isn’t giving you anything substantial. In passing, you’ve heard of Sumeru scholars who spend their entire lives trying to find rare, elusive species. Camouflage is what allows these lifeforms to go undetected for so long. They slip under the researcher’s noses, almost tauntingly, blending into their surroundings and giving the false impression there’s nothing worthwhile to look at. Then the researcher moves on to the next area, frustrated and at a loss.

Perhaps you came to a conclusion prematurely. A lack of knowledge may be damning, but possessing it and being unable to do anything might be the cruelest fate of all.

“I don’t get it. Why don’t you just do something already? Say what’s really on your mind?” You seethe in a fit of frustration, jabbing your fingers at his chest. He doesn’t so much as flinch. “You obviously want something from me that I’m not willing to give. Is this some sort of punishment for not feeling the same way you do?”

“Nothing I do is intended as a punishment on you, [First].”

“Then what are you doing?”

“Waiting.”

You take a step back as if the word had physically pushed you. “What is it you’re waiting for…?”

Albedo extends his hand into the air. The sensation surrounding him begins slowly, a focusing of energy. He sees the world for what it can be, not what it currently is. A light golden hue emanates from his outstretched palm. You’ve seen him do this enough times to recognize the alchemical process. For a natural like him, overlooking notes or extensive preparation isn’t necessary. Sucrose often impressed upon you just how prodigious Albedo’s abilities are.

The gold light fades.

Dark green stems twist into vivacious hues of blood-colored petals. Utilizing his esoteric knowledge, Albedo produced a bundle of red roses from thin air. He takes one, inspects it for thorns, and once he confirms there are none, nestles it gently behind your ear. He sweeps your hair aside with such tenderness that any passerby might mistake you two as lovers.

Dumbstruck, you accept the bouquet into your hands at his prompting.

There it is. That mischievous glint, flickering in his eyes briefly, just long enough to burn. It extinguishes before you can gauge how dangerous the fire will one day become.

“Finish the story and maybe you’ll find out.”

#albedo x reader #yandere albedo x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #my stuff #commissions

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yourlocaltreesimp · 6 months

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Hi I'm a big fan and I just wanted to let you know I love your yandere headcannons I like the way you write them, I hope you don't mind me requesting for yandere headcannons of koridai, courage and platonic!wind. If you accept I can't wait to see them. (⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

Y’all Courage and Koridai simps are on crack. I’m here for it tho. Not doing wind in this part as i’m still planning where he’ll be

Yan!Chain headcannons

Tw: Yandarism and it’s accompanies, Courage and Koridai, I traumatised them, oops, child abuse, SH, baby trapping.

Courage

His version of the guide was different- far more than the rest. You were there. He saw your reflections in the mirrors and out of the corners of his eye, he heard whispers of your voice, you were there since as long as he could remember. He used to think you where an imaginary friend, as he didn’t have many actual friends. It made sense. But you never went away. No matter how much medications he took or lashes he’d taken, you were there.

It was when he learned of who he was and what purpose he held that he learned what you were. And it didn’t take him long to start going off the edge.

His very own guide- someone to hold and keep all to himself. Someone no one else could see. Someone no one could steal. Someone that would finally stay.

When he meets with the chain he’s still got that entitlement.

This reflects in his love languages. Physical touch and Quality time, being as close to you as often as possible. You were his reward, his support, his gift to be put through what he was put through. He deserves you.

He’ll hurt himself for your attention. Im talking full out stab wounds if that’s what it takes for you to kiss it better.

Fiercely loyal. Glares down anyone that flirts with him and would even flat out insult them when you were still just a spirit in his minds eye. Now you’re real however? He can and will compare people to you.

Has a hand on you at all times. He doesn’t care if he’s getting glared daggers, he’s throwing his arm around your waist and savouring the way you flush.

On that note, i’m sorry if you’re easily flustered. Like- truly. This man is a f l i r t. He’ll learn what makes you tick and abuse the living hell out of it. Even if it’s whispering the filthiest things into your ear, he’ll do it if it gets you blushing.

He’d kidnap you. 100 %. Married and with a kid by your side so you have to stay and so everyone knows you’re his. A wife on his arm and an heir to his title, even if they needed a little… assistance to realise that’s what they wanted.

Fav nicknames for you: Dear, Babe, Babes, Sugar, Honey, Loves, starlight

Koridai

It took him a while to realise you were his old guide, purely off of the fact he was so deep into believing he hallucinated you.

But prying him off of you when he comes to is what’s more difficult.

Again with physical touch, but he has a sweet spot for words of affirmation and gift giving. (you’re really racking up sugar daddies)

Golden retriever energy to the nines. Waiting at your hand and foot, back and call in case you might need him. You did so much for him, he might as well pay you back. He’ll cater to whatever you want of him. You want him to jump, he’ll ask how high. You want him to smile he’s beaming. You want jewellery, he’ll mine the gems himself. You want him to change his clothing, he’ll let you pick out a whole new wardrobe. You want a husband, he’ll hire the officiant. You want a man dead, all he needs is a name.

Two faced as Sky and Wars. Absolute sweetheart to your face, plays dumb to be unassuming, slips passed the squabbling of the chain and next thing they know he’s gone and you’re in his universe.

Another kidnapper.

Fun???

Either way you’re leaving with him or he’s leaving with you. He’d gotten himself so hurt while you left him unattended for 5 minutes to get water, and you expect him to live without you? After how he was forced to leave you behind? After he dug you a grave?

He can cry on command, and you’re none the wiser. You’d hold him as he sobbed and sniffled as the others watched. You’d defend him and his place, and off of the lies stories he told you, it’s a wonder you saw his emotions at all.

Nicknames: Whatever makes you the most embarrassed or flustered

#linked universe #legend of zelda #linkeduniverse #yandere linked universe #linked universe x reader #link x reader #link x you #yandere linked universe x reader #x reader #yandere link x reader #lu courage #lu koridai #firreplies #fir’s library

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thebelugawhalefriend · 4 months

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Cubby - Yan!Ghost x Fem!Reader

CW: NSFW mentions, Yandere themes, Possession, NOT fandom related

Note: I haven't had any requests to write and my bigger storylines I haven't had muses for, but I don't want to lose my writing spark and crap out. So! Here we are.

Please, feel free to drop any request you have in my inbox ^^ It looks like Papyrus's mail as of now hehe

Something important I must mention!! Ghosts age in this world.

Bumps in the night always spooked you as a kid. Paired with the silent and dark room you were supposed to be kept in, the only comfort you sought was the cold chill that came to your side.

You called him Cubby. Mostly because your visions of him were that of a lion cub's head upon a boy's body. He was just fine with his nickname, even if at first he insisted to be called Benji.

As you grew, you merely assumed your imaginary friend would go away. You'd move, know new friends, even try new activities. And yet, Cubby was always there with you. Even if you'd forgotten to talk to him or even look his way.

It wasn't until you brought your first real boyfriend over at 19 that Cubby lost his innocent feelings for you.

Oh, but this wasn't a case of love lost... This was a case of passion.

Whenever your partner would start anything sexual with you, Benji would throw something breakable or flicker the lights. If that didn't happen to work, well... A few nightmares are more than effective at destroying the sexual tension.

The absolute last straw was when he appeared himself as a shadowy figure watching you two. Your partner's lips were caressing your neck, though they stopped in horror upon seeing his form.

"What the FUCK is that?!" "What? There's nothing there, love! I-" "Nonono, I've HAD IT!"

Just like that, they're pulling up their pants and shuffling out of the apartment. "I am NEVER coming over again (Y/N), do you hear me?! Every time I come to fuck you, some freaky ass shit happens and I'm tired of it! Some fuckin' curse is cockblocking me and you know what? You can live with that! I'm not gonna deal with all that!"

The next few hours were spent crying on your soft bed. You couldn't bear the thought of having your first shot at losing your first time being cursed to fail.

When familiar cold hands hold yours, you look up to see... A man? A lion mask laid right next to him, with a kind green within his eyes. "Did your date not go well, (N/N)?"

"...I know you chased them off, Benji."

"I did you a favor! If anything, you should thank me for chasing off someone only after your body!"

"You didn't know them... How could you-"

"Because I've known you since we were kids. You're a stunning lady now... Men and women are going to want to take what you have and leave you to die. But..." He pulled you into an embrace, "I would never chase someone who truly loved you away."

And he does keep to his word! It's just too bad that every partner you've had didn't love you enough into his eyes. Your last partner really irked him...

The only one who earned enough of his ire to have him killed.

Taking control of their body, he walks them all the way to a nearby zoo. Slipping through the safeguards and bars, Benji slips back out of their body and leaves them within the exhibit's cage.

"Man found mauled inside of the Sea Lion attraction!" The headline reads from your notifications. You couldn't believe it when your partner's face was paired next to the famed sea lions of the zoo.

"Why would they do it... They love animals, but they'd never..." Benji's hand holds your shoulder, "Some people just get way too comfortable messing with animals, (N/N)..."

Here's some extra art of Cubby/Benji for your enjoyment!

#yandere crush #yandere x reader #yandere #reader insert #imagines #x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere ghost #yandere oc

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gabessquishytum · 9 months

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I have been binge-watching SCP Foundation videos on youtube, and it got my noggin a’workin on an Eldritch Euclid-type SCP monster known simply as “Dream”, a being that is capable of making and controlling dreams. He is sometimes referred to as Morpheus but it’s unclear whether this is simply a reference to the Greek god of the same name, or perhaps a name from a time when he was still human.

Okay, so I’m going to stop there, as I am actually incapable of writing the really scientific prose that is prevalent in SCP videos LOL But essentially, SCP Dream still has all the powers of our Dream, and is also capable of traversing to the waking world.

I’m torn between 2 possible aus here. One, an au where Hob meets Dream when he’s still a kid and befriends the eldritch being unknowingly in his dreams. There actually exists a fic with this same concept, only friendlier cause Dream was Hob’s imaginary friend, but I’d like to go a darker route where Dream becomes possessive of Hob, which is funny because he thought of the kid as a nuisance at first, amusing but annoying, so Dream doesn’t break Hob’s mind immediately. Yay. Instead he allows the child to visit him at night when he’s asleep. I’m imagining Dream making up dreams to keep Hob occupied, finding Hob’s reactions to be really entertaining. Oh and a possible scene where Hob laments to his dream friend about his trouble with bullies at school, and Dream acts dismissive to his plight as always, but miraculously his bullies all had mysterious medical emergencies and won’t be coming to school for awhile. And as the years go by, Dream grows more and more attached to Hob, to the point where he refuses to let Hob wake up, and he starts tempting Hob with sweeter dreams. Maybe some sexy dreams too, cause Hob is such a beautiful young man now, and Dream can't help but notice the way Hob has grown in certain places. COUGH HOBOOOBIES COUGH. I like to think Hob will refuse, maybe he bulk orders coffee or something, which will anger Dream and cue the dubcon/noncon scene huehuehueheuhuehue

The other au is where Hob is a SCP foundation researcher assigned to Dream, and of course our favorite eldritch being grows scarily attached and the same dubcon/noncon shenanigans occur.

I’d love to your thoughts and prayers (lol) on this.

-Love Yan Anon <3

Oh hot!!! Very hot!!! I'm gonna expand on that second option since you filled out the first one so wonderfully!!!

So Hob is a young researcher who's been assigned one of his first SCPs, and he's super excited. Only he just wishes that Dream wasn't quite as excited about him, too... he's being held onsite in a containment chamber, and he always insists that Hob come inside to do his research "properly". Dream is classed as Euclid, so he's complex to contain but not impossible, and he honestly just lets Hob come and go as he pleases. In containment he has plenty of things to keep him entertained, because the Foundation isn't cruel, but he's just so much more interested in Hob. His vivid daydreams and nightmares, his wandering thoughts. Dream eats it all up hungrily. He's relying on Hob to give his contact with dreaming, and Hob does that so wonderfully. How can Dream help but adore him? He's a perfect vessel for Dream’s love.

He wants to be inside Hob, like he's been inside his subconscious. Wants to explore his body and see what reactions he can elicit. He will inspire new dreams, new nightmares. The dream of being worshipped, the horror of being consumed. Dream wants to see it played out in the flesh of Hob’s body. The sweet little human thinks that he has Dream contained but oh no, Dream can't be contained. Not really, not while he has access to Hob’s mind. It's Dream who's doing the research and the sweet man doesn't even know it.

It's not until Hob finds himself face down on the floor with dreamstuff keeping him bound at his wrists and ankles that he realises that perhaps Dream is a little more complicated than he might have initially appeared. Hard to deny it now when Dream is fucking him joyously into the concrete, nuzzling into the back of Hob’s head and moaning like he's having the time of his life. The more Hob whines and shivers, the more his mind spirals, the more Dream seems to like it.

But then. This is going to be a truly amazing addition to his report. So Hob should maybe just keep trying to make it as good as possible for Dream. The more data the better, right?

#yan anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw dubcon #cw monsterfucking

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elderlytourney · 11 months

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Welcome to the Old Woman Tourney!

In this tourney, 62 old women will face off for the title of Ultimate Old Woman! Our competitors are...

Avagon (Pirates of Dark Water)

Irene (The Mist)

Mama Coco (Coco)

Arcee (IDW's Transformers)

Eileen the Crow (Bloodborne)

Opal (Pokemon)

General Leia Organa (Star Wars)

May Parker (Spider-Man)

Toph Beifong (Avatar: The Legend of Korra)

Blanche Devereaux (Golden Girls)

Irene Frederic (Warehouse 13)

Link's Grandma (The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker)

Fortuneteller Baba (Dragon Ball)

Lucrecia Mux (Psychonauts)

The Fates (Hercules)

Fairy Godmother (Cinderella)

Grumples (Yo-Kai Watch)

Lady Butterfly (Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice)

Granny Rags (Dishonored)

Gwendolyn Clawthorne (The Owl House)

Outcast (Arknights)

The Urn Witch (Death's Door)

Matoya (Final Fantasy XIV)

The Faceless Old Woman who Secretly Lives in your Home (Welcome to Night Vale)

Ambessa Medara (Arcane)

Sadie Croaker (Amphibia)

Maria Calavera (RWBY)

Tala (Moana)

Esme Weatherwax (Discworld)

Baba Yaga

Xate Yawa (Baru Cormorant)

Crooked Rook (Pale)

Erin O'Niell (Dungeons and Daddies)

Granny (Looney Tunes)

Mama Odie (Princess and the Frog)

Kammy (Paper Mario)

Wrinkly Kong (Donkey Kong Country)

Suga Mama (The Proud Family)

Yan Lin (W.I.T.C.H)

Grandma Flexington (Borderlands)

Karin Chakwas (Mass Effect)

Rita Repulsa (Power Rangers)

Ubaba (Spirited Away)

Alice Green (Big City Greens)

Lucretia (The Adventure Zone)

Ginger (OK KO: Let's Be Heroes!)

Granny Goodness (DC Comics)

Alma Madrigal (Encanto)

Gertie Shortman (Hey Arnold!)

Faragonda (Winx Club)

Grandmother Fa (Mulan)

Jasmine Lee (The Life and Times of Juniper Lee)

Madame Foster (Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends)

Nanefua Pizza (Steven Universe)

Nana (Nanalan)

Barbara Howard (Abbott Elementary)

Wendy Oldbag (Ace Attorney)

Thora Read (Arthur)

Grandma Spankenheimer (Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer)

Erina Pendleton (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Helen/The Administrator (Team Fortress 2)

Mom (Futurama)

Next week, the battles begin! Each round will last only a day, and the 31 winners will move on. The losers will go to a redemption round where one of them will be able to return.

Thank you for your patience. It's been a wild couple of days, and things are only gonna get crazier. But regardless, I can't wait to...have you vote on the elderly...

...eh. It's not the weirdest poll on Tumblr probably.

(Masterpost will also be coming soon, to help keep track of certain rounds. You'll also be able to track them through tags)

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wouldyoustayvn · 1 year

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Hey hope college is treating you well ☺️

So with a lot of the yan blogs I follow there's a "childhood friend " scenario so I started thinking what would happen if yan!Virgil and MC met in childhood and how would that happen.

Here's what I came up with hope you enjoy 😊

So I feel for this AU Virgil's exposure to the "real world" would happen when he was a child but he doesn't become self-aware until the "incident ". So he ends up in MC'S world accidentally and meets MC. But MC is the only one who can see him in their world and both of them are completely oblivious to this.

So they meet and instantly click and spend the entire day playing together with Virgil leaving the portal open as he doesn't know how to close it. This allowed him to come back and hang out more. It's important to note that despite being invisible to almost everyone he can still interact with it.

At first, everything was fine, MC's guardians surrounding MC just thought it was an imaginary friend. But as the years went on and the interactions between the two being stronger than ever with MC even catching feelings for Virgil, that's when things started to take a turn.

MC's guardians started taking them to various therapists assuming that it was just a vivid imagination going wrong and eventually got a diagnosis and medication for MC. The first time MC took the pill was the day the "incident " took place. MC heard Virgil's screams for help and then silence. MC threw the pill bottle across the room, horrified about what they just heard. The next day, they moved out, unable to feel safe in the place they once called home.

Years pass, Virgil now has full control of his dimension jumping ability and is looking for MC in order to reunite with them. He finds their location and sets on his way. When he exits the portal, what he sees shocks him. A run down apartment with a barricaded door the people on the other side screaming obscenities and a small trail of blood leading under the bed. Upon closer inspection, muffled sobs can be heard.

When he looks under the bed he is met with MC scared and injured. Upon noticing Virgil, MC freezes in fear and shock then, Eyes of a madman whispers, "I knew it, I knew you were real. " A loud bang is heard as the barricade is giving out, "I don't have a lot of time" MC thought so in a silent prayer that it wasn't their eyes deceiving them, the whisper once more, "Virgil, help me"

My story writing skills aren't the best, but I still hope you enjoyed 😊 love your work❤️

Oh my GOD— ARE YOU KIDDING? YOUR WRITING IS JUST SOOOOOO SOOOO *Chef kisses* SO GOOD

The absolute heartbreak Virgil felt when he looks at his beloved Galaxy. With no question asks, he’ll definitely helps Mc. He wish he could have gone to them sooner.

#virgil evans #would you stay game #wouldyoustay?#yandere virgil #would you stay?#wysvn #virgil #would you stay visual novel #ask yan virgil

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rayisalive · 1 year

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Lilia angst part 3 or more rapunzel reader au or hanahaki from the twst boy perspective? OR catching them cheat on you, OR imaginary friend fic OR yan vil fic, OR OBEY ME FIC- hmmmm choices choices

Or i could just make another Y/N x TWST crack fic-

Poll time ig hh im bored

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x mc #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x yuu #twst x reader #twst x y/n #twst x yuu #twst x mc #twst x you #obey me #obey me x y/n #obey me x mc #obey me x you #obey me x reader

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heartfullofleeches · 8 months

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Cholly and the imaginary friend imposter makes me think of the image of the “WELCOME HOME CHEATER.” banner on the house

Also imagine those two with the “shoot the imposter!!” gags you see sometimes

Cholly cries, clinging to reader's feet asking how they could be fooled so easily and what the kids will think of their infidelity. Given how long they've been together Imaginary Friend knows all the trivia about Cholly, but the toon has a secret weapon

Reader, pointing the gun at both Chollys: I... I don't know who to shoot!

Cholly: We know what to do!

[Cholly's shadow snatches the gun and shoots both of them. One Cholly falls on their back with crossed their eyes and a rose in their hands. The bullet phases right through the other]

Imaginary Friend Cholly: it's both comforting and heartbreaking that you doubt my existence

#yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere x reader #yandere blurb #yandere oc #Imaginary Friend Yan #Cholly my oc #Toon yan

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kmp78 · 8 months

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When was that dancy clip taken?? - It was taken right when it was posted aka Aug 16, 2021. When VK was finally able to leave the US after Rona. … after 1.5 years.

🤨🤔 Gee. Could have sworn I saw a pic of VK and Yawn nina 🥱 chillin’ (maybe moping and eating ice cream but my memory is foggy) at the Hamptons Fashion Week event which was Aug 6-7, 2021 but who knows… details, details and more details… you know, like “Russia actually finally opened its borders for US travel after Rona” on…. “ well no, actually…they were opened on July 25, 2021 and really before that if you bothered to read the fine print).

“Take a Direct Flight: All travelers are strongly advised to route their flights to Russia either directly from the US or from another currently “open” country – as listed in Decree 635…

Stop making up shit that fits your fantasy. VK understandably hung on all Summer and was still seen in NY in the Fall of 2021 because she wanted to be there and for no other K generated bs reason.

GEE YEAH MAYBE YOU SHOULD TAKE YOUR FOG SOMEWHERE ELSE cos here you're just embarrassing yourself. 🥱🥱🥱

That look like Yan to you?

DOES IT? 👓

Literally all you had to do is LOOK IN THE FUCKING ARCHIVES, bitch. 🤦🏼‍♀️

You even knew the dates and you still didn't bother looking! 😂🙄🙄🙄

Well that's okay, I enjoy ridiculing and proving dumbfucks wrong so all good. 👌

And since we are all about details, details and more details here: Yan hadn't even been in the entire country of United States of Retardica for yeeeeeears. Like well well weeeeeeell before Rona even started.

How do I know?

BECAUSE I FOLLOW HER MOTHERFUCKING IG WHERE SHE DOCUMENTS HER EVERY MOVE. 🥱

And you really grapsing at semantics now? 😂

"Borders were actually opened on July 25" 😂

Yeah and VK & son landed in Cannes (not Russia 🙄) on Aug 13. 😂

"Dear traveling I missed you"

AKA SHE HADN'T DONE THAT SINCE PRE-RONA. ✔️

And her sister's reaction to her FINALLY arriving?

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🤧

Oh but yeah anyway those 2 WHOLE WEEKS she waited totes prove that ruthless hoe was sucking dicks left and right like 6 minutes after breaking up with your precious imaginary boyfriend. 🍆😱

And why did she wait 2 weeks? Uhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm in case you didn't pay attention (which of course you didn't but luckily I DID because I always do 🥱), she was working in the States all through that summer. 🙄

Like basically every 4-5 days from May to August she posted from a set and shoot of some sort. 📸

Oh but yeah OF COOOOOURSE she should have flown to Cannes for 1 day the second those borders opened and then flown straight back for another Yankee photoshoot cos by not doing so she only proves what a conniving lil' shit she is! 🙄

And it's not like international travel was extremely iffy back then with borders re-opening and re-closing with barely 5 minutes warning so yeah she totes should have left the States immediately with a calendar filled with appointments and risk them all by getting stranded and not being able to get back cos did I stutter when I said that INTERNATIONAL TRAVEL WAS EXTREMELY IFFY BACK THEN? 🙄

And when she did actually leave the States, it's not like she moved her whole life to fucking Cannes or anyth-... OH WAIT!!! Actually yeah she did!!! 😱🙄

Yeah. 🙄

She MOVED there.

Not visit for the weekend, but MOVED.

And imagine MOVING TO ANOTHER COUNTRY AND CONTINENT but not doing it on a whim. 😱

Cos that's how we all roll, right?

Pack up our entire lives on a 2 day whim and book a flight 10000 km away.

Y'all don't do that? 🤷🏼‍♀️

Cos I sure do that like every other weekend! 🤷🏼‍♀️

And "she was seen in NYC in the fall of 2021"? 😂

How scandalous! She flew back to the States months (yes months) after moving Euroside to do photoshoots and met her Stateside friends for a few days?! 😱

How is this woman allowed to roam free?! She sure seems like a sociopath and a threat to humanity, amirite?! We should probably call immigration right now and have her blacklisted. 🤨🫣

Soooooooooo... yeah. 🙄

Fucking IDIOT. 🙄🙄🙄

But thanks once again for letting me do what I do best aka PROVE YOU WRONG WITH MAH RECEIPTS. 😂🧾✌️

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keziahmnc · 1 year

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His Grace can be shape in Human too.

Hi, good evening. Just a random thoughts, i am writing this at 12 midnight 🤣 siguro kung friend niyo ako sa dumps ko, mauumay na talaga kayo. Pero gusto ko lang sabihin na, His grace can be found in people too.

Akala ko kasi kapag grace iikot lang siya sa salitang 'forgiveness' o 'di kaya naman 'love' which is tama naman. (Ay wait, walang english tonight, pagod na grammarly ko, eme)

Amazing that it also works through people. Napadalas nga din ang pag post ko ng pictures ko kasi i also found grace in confidence. Akalain mo 'yun?

How can i say this,

1. Nandyan sila, malungkot ka man o masaya

Unfair naman kasi kung nakikita ka nilang tumatawa ka pero hindi mo ina-allow na makita nilang umiyak ka.

Alam niyo ugali ko din 'yan, i isolate myself a lot kasi naging comfort zone ko na eh, takot ako makita nilang malungkot kasi i am known as a funny person. But i learned na hindi naman purke umiyak mahina na agad. Minsan, umiiyak tayo hindi para ma solve 'yung problem (wala naman kasing formula diba?? Haha) kundi para maka release tayo.

And the people who listen to your tears are the people that God presented to extend His grace that it's okay to cry when everything gets heavy. Tandaan: ulap nga umiiyak kapag sobrang dilim na ng langit diba? (Ewan ko kung may connect, nalimutan ko kasi english qoute eh 🤣)

2. Willing to correct you

Offensive kaya kapag feeling ko 'yung joke ko sobrang funny tapos hindi ko ka-humor 'yung nasabihan ko. Lalo na kapag dark humor kasi nauuwi sa explanation tapos ending, ma-cocorrect ako. Oh diba

But i also found it grace kasi minsan sa sobrang hyper ko, nagiging insensitive ako. And ayon ang gusto kong i point.

Value those people na nakikitaan ka ng mali pero willing kang mag grow. Hindi ka hahayaan sa place or situation na mapapahiya ka dahil sa ginagawa mo.

It takes a lot of humility para aminin na mali ka alam ko 'yan, but it also teaches us to open our heart for the new learnings na pwede nating ikalago. Payag ka bang ganyan ka na forever? Hello, you are more than that.

3. Nandyan sila in different season

Ang sakit kaya kapag kaibigan ka lang nila kapag may pera ka. O 'di kaya naman nandyan lang sila kapag kailangan ka nila, kapag magagamit ka nila.

I've been there ih, a lot of times na-feel kong sobrang naapakan ang pagkatao ko dahil lang akala ko kapag nag put ka ng so much effort, babalik sayo. Kapag nag mahal ka, mamahalin ka din (*plays Eme by Moira* 🥲)

Kidding aside, nakakawasak ng puso na kapag 'yung mga taong akala mong tutulong sayo ay sila pa mismo ang hahatak sayo pababa (ay wait, baka isipin niyo may imaginary haters ako ha 😭 testimony kasi, and sana one day God will allow me to share it to everyone)

Kaya value those people who stay with you through ups and down. 'yung tipong pinag pe-pray ka sa mga times na hindi mo kayang ipagpray ang sarili mo. 'yung mga moments na kaya mo maging totoo sa sarili mo kasi hindi ka takot na mahusgahan. 'yung mga time na you are able to cry out loud nang hindi ka nahihiya.

Kasi you know deep down in your heart na totoo sila sayo, and they have Jesus in their hearts too. Sarap kaya sa feeling na may kasama kang mag pray kapag hindi ka crinush back ng crush mo (kimmy 🤣)

Naalala ko 'yung story sa bible ng paralyzed man. (Mark 2.1-17) since hindi nga siya makalakad, 'yung mga friends niya ang bumuhat sa kaniya kahit napakaraming tao ang nakapalibot kay Jesus that moment, 'yung mga friends niya ang gumawa ng paraan para mapansin sila. And the moment Jesus noticed them, sabi Niya "Son, your sins are forgiven" at nakalakad siya, hindi dahil sa faith na mayroon siya kundi dahil sa dedication ng friends niya na mapagaling siya.

And we need that kind of friends too.

Those friends that has faith na mas malalim pa sayo

Those friends who are willing to do everything just to help you

Those friends that encourage you when you feel down

Those friends that stays through ups and downs, and help you bloom in different seasons.

And 'yun lang. I am grateful for my friends, tagal ko nag pray na magkaroon ng matatawag kong kaibigan ko. Sa wakas, natapos na din ang phase ng life ko na palagi akong ginagamit, binubully at binabalewala.

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