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yandere-romanticaa · 2 months
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I'm just imagining how Gilbert von Obsidian would admire the pretty engagement ring he put on your finger as you eat breakfast together.
He has you brought back to him to his kingdom, dressed in the finest midnight black silk, the scent of fresh roses still lingering on your flesh as he indulges in the softness of your neck. Sometimes he just allows his lips to linger, to tease you like the cruel man that he is.
Other times, his patience snaps like a twig and he just bites.
The bites are never gentle. They're rough and sharp, the bruise would stay there for weeks to come and don't you dare cover them up.
You would just upset him if you did that, and that is not something you want to do.
It gets harder and harder to focus on the food in front of you as Gilbert just keeps going at it, his red eye twinkling like a ruby, its sheer redness nearly blinding you with its intensity.
You are at an impasse - do you fight him? Your spirit is still intact and you have no desire to stay stuck in this gilded cage he set up for you. But you just think back to all the blood that was spilled because of you, how many people lost their lives because they helped you, none of which knew that you were engaged to the deranged beast prince of Obsidian.
Gilbert sinks his teeth into you once more and you are brought back down to reality.
There really was no fighting him anymore, was there?
You let out an accidental little yelp, much to Gilbert's pleasure. You feel him grin, his pearly whites tainted with your thick, scarlet blood, just how he liked it. He won, he knew this.
He was just happy that you finally were aware of that fact too.
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hhoneypop · 5 months
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@hhoneypop. — “ but the mirror shows a different face, and i've grown to look the other way. . . ”
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keithsandwich · 2 months
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Modern!AU
Maeve's Instagram ✨
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With @bicayaya and @olivermorningstar 💞
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profilepicparadise · 7 months
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Living vicariously through this guy
source: Mr. Villain's Day Off (休日のわるものさん, Kyūjitsu no Warumono-san) - Yuu Morikawa
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misty-moth · 7 months
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As a fellow I-only-wear-black person, I get it Gil 🖤😔 the cloak probably isn’t helping, though.
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corpiote · 5 months
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do I want more people to love william or do I want him to stay in the neutral? one will make it easier to rank and collect but also limit his content. one will make it impossible to get anything of his but there'll be more content...
everyone's hardest decision with their favs
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itsdearlymia · 2 months
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Ikemen Prince - Silvio Ricci Moodboard
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jejesart · 1 year
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“No need to show any restraint or mercy to the young lady who has been disrespectful, right?”
[translation source]
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aquagirl1978 · 1 year
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Hi, Can I request a yandere headcannons for Chevalier, Gilbert and Keith?
IKEMEN PRINCE HEADCANONS - GENERAL YANDERE HEADCANONS (Chevalier, Gilbert, Keith)
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Warning - these headcanons are based on an AU where the suitor is yandere. Because this involves triggering content, everything will be under the cut.
Chevalier Michel is obsessive. Chevalier is used to order and control; he is the one controlling the pieces on the chessboard. When he declares war upon Obsidian, imagine his surprise when he realizes your safety is in jeopardy. If he is out on the battlefield, who would be at the palace protecting you? In finding his humanity, he discovers something new - the fear of losing you. This fear cripples the second prince in ways nothing ever had before. His thoughts wander to all the many ways Obsidian could exact their revenge on him by going through you. With eyepatch on their side, the possibilities were endless and cruel.
Chevalier is uncomfortable with this unfamiliar loss of control, and does the only thing his mind can think of- keep you in his room until he returns. Before he leaves for war, he tells you that you can never leave the confines of his bedroom while he is away.
"Do it for me," he begs and pleads, a fear never before seen clouding his wavering eyes. Aware of his obsession - you've seen him eating less, the dark circles under his eyes evidence of his lack of sleep, it had been eating away at you, wondering what you could do to ease his worries if at all. A part of you happy he has a solution that will allay his fears, you know better than to say no to the prince they call the Brutal Beast and resign yourself to a lonely future, trapped in his room full of fantastical books, pining for the day your prince returns to you.
Gilbert von Obsidian is manipulative. "Ah, it's wearing off... the little rabbit awakens," Gilbert greets you, your eyes adjusting to the darkness that is Obsidian. It doesn't take you long to know you are no longer in Rhodolite. Gilbert, with a smile, tells you that Rhodolite declared war on him, completely ignoring the fact that he drugged you and fled the city with you in his carriage. But that's okay, he tells you, because you're here with him now, in Obsidian. Safe, from those princes who would only use you for their gain. He strokes your cheek gently, his skin cool through his leather gloves, in an attempt to comfort you. And for some reason, it works. Gilbert loves you when no one else will. Right?
Life in Obsidian is, well, different. Gilbert provides you everything you could want or need. He has new books delivered every day; he laughs and says he knows you would be bored with his volumes on military strategies and makes sure they bring you lots of romance novels. Servants bring you meals with a note from Gilbert that this is safe to eat, and then quickly leave, barely staying long enough for you to see their faces. He allows you free reign to roam in the palace, but kindly suggests you watch where you go or who you speak to - you never know who may or may not be a spy or what they might try to do to you.
Gilbert comes back to see you almost daily, taking his evening meal with you. When you go to bed, after he discards his bloodied clothes, he makes love to you until you pass out in his arms. "You're mine," his fingers firm on your neck as he whispers in your ear, his words hazy as you drift in and out, "you're mine and only mine."
Keith Howell is overprotective. His alter finds you in your room late one evening, informing you that war was just declared on Obsidian. He convinces you, despite your great hesitation, that the safest place to go to is Jade - they're a neutral country and there will be no fighting there. He is doing this for Keith, he tells himself - he is doing what Keith cannot bring himself to do to keep you safe. He tells you Keith would be destroyed, utterly shattered, if any harm came to you and practically begs you, with tears in his eyes, to come with him. When you question him, ask about your friends, your life in Rhodolite, he grabs you by your wrists, his long, elegant fingers encircling you, his thumb harshly pressing on your pulse points. You struggle, but soon know there's no point. By some miracle, his alter convinces you to flee Rhodolite in the middle of the night with him and makes you promise not to tell Keith about this agreement - your protection for your silence. However, in order to ensure your safety, no one is to know you are in Jade; you will be essentially trapped in Keith's room day after day.
When you wake up the next morning - in bed with Keith - he is somewhat surprised to find you there until you explain about the war and that Jade would be safest for you. Keith agrees with your assessment and is happy you made it to him safe and sound. During the day, you remain in Keith's room, looking forward to what little time you get to spend with him. At night, you lie awake, in Keith's captive arms, wondering if your friends in Rhodolite are even alive. But you'll never know - Keith's alter does everything in his power to keep you safe and part of that means no word from the outside world.
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floydsteeth · 4 months
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Todays modern au drawings, Keith!
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yandere-romanticaa · 1 year
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❝ I don't remember telling you to leave. ❞
As usual his voice cut sharp, almost like a sword which was swung high up in the air, threatening to end the life of the users enemy. Who knows how long had passed since you stepped foot into the castle library and had managed to lose yourself amongst the endless sea of books that were scattered across the table, many of which happened to be sappy love stories. Chevalier had oh so kindly requested that you recommend him anything you fancy regardless whether or not you'd think he'd like it. You had just barely registered his presence when he first entered the room and had thought that he left ages ago. You read and read, the sky turning warm and orange, soft hues bathing you in their gentle glory, beckoning you to rest, just close your eyes for a little bit.
Darkness has fallen and the scent of sweet roses invaded your senses like never before. Warmth from another radiated close by, their firm shoulder pressed tightly against your own as you cracked a single eye open to see just who was keeping you warm.
That was how you found yourself in this predicament.
Eyes like ice, skin like snow, Chevalier sure was a sight to behold even if the sheer brute strength he was displaying sourly contradicted his oddly ethereal beauty. A large, gloved hand held your wrist tightly, deep blue eyes peering into your own, challenging you to move.
❝ I am well aware that I am being a nuisance, Your Highness. Therefore, I think it would be best if I just left. ❞
He said nothing, his face showed no emotion whatsoever much to your displeasure. A part of you wondered if he could hear just how hard your heart was racing, fear creeping up on the back of your neck. Without a word he merely lifted your arm up, brought it to his lips and pressed a tiny peck on the pulse point, almost as if he was trying to claim something valuable that could be easily turned to ashes.
You stared at him in awe and confusion, mind filled to the brim with millions upon millions of questions.
His Highness had made sure to show just how much he did not like your company on a day to day basis - petty insults which could even be called mean on occasion would casually be thrown at you, he would constantly pester you on how to do your duties and would "fix" everything for you. From how to properly cut vegetables to how to walk amongst the other snobby aristocrats, Chevalier somehow always managed to make you feel lesser than.
Why, oh why, was he suddenly displaying this odd token of affection?
He smirked, his lips were still pressed against your soft skin. You could feel his teeth gently grazing against the soft flesh, the threat of him biting you suddenly creeped up on you. He... He wouldn't really do that?!
That was what you wanted to believe.
❝ You're so easy to read, as per usual. ❞ - said Chevalier, his tone laced with the slightest hint of wicked amusement. For a split second he almost looked like the devil's incarnate. He was a person to fear, a man you should not trust and he made sure to hammer in that point to you.
... what sort of sick pleasure did he find in teasing you?
By some miracle you had managed to free yourself from his grip but chances are it was Chevalier himself that set you free.
You really wouldn't have been able to escape otherwise.
In a flash you had turned your back away from him and made a beeline towards the large door. Adrenaline pumped in your veins, becking you to just make a run for it, don't look back, don't even bother with the twisted prince but your curiosity won out in the end.
Just before you could exist you decided to turn your head ever so slightly, just to make sure that he wasn't following you.
Whoever said that satisfaction brought the cat back as a liar, you thought fearfully to yourself.
Chevalier merely made himself more comfortable on the now half empty loveseat, legs crossed and one arm placed on his cheeks as he stared at you, his eyes cold and calculated.
Part of you wished he would react like a normal man and just run straight towards you but he was not a normal man.
Chevalier Michel could be easily considered winter incarnate and if you stayed in that room a moment longer who knew what would happen.
With strength you didn't know you possessed, you closed the large oak door shut, the loud echo disturbing the eerie silence of the palace. Letting out a tired sigh you looked out the window only to be met with a moonless sky and a million stars. A single tear escaped you, helplessness filling your entire being.
Just how long was the merciless beat going to torment you?
And just when were you going to see just how much he adored you, even if he didn't know how to express it?
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hhoneypop · 15 days
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@hhoneypop. — “ young and wild and free, breathe it into me; keep me warm with all your energy . . ”
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ifthiswingscouldfly · 10 months
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Just Mozart Things
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Empty ballroom where the piano sound echos, The hunted place echoed with soft piano melody and ghosts of two lovers who once promised to love each other for eternity. The piano kept playing and the silver haired pianist was crying. His tears run like a river but did someone even heard him?. He kept playing on the piano not realizing the two ghosts who were dancing around. Or can't he see them?. Maybe they weren't there, maybe it was just a memory from his past. When he was once in love. He was happy and she was too. The storm in the head of the pianist kept roaring. And from a distance everyone could tell how sweet his melody was.
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Next Suitor: Leonardo
Post date: 25th/Jun/2023
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tsuuuuken · 3 months
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Do you know what a red Joker symbolizes?
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kissloveandmelancholy · 9 months
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mkmas · 7 months
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sooo.. idk if someone talked abt this before but i wonder if black(?) is jude’s real hair colour and he dyes it? ig it could be just bc of artistic choices but i find it kinda suspicious how his eyebrow colors aren’t the same white/silver plus look at the way it’s growing out in random places
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