asra does look a lot like howl, actually, so,

asra and the apprentice

♚ yandere arcana ; main 6 headcanons {crybaby} ||

♡ tw: psychological terror, possession, manipulation, murder ♡ gender-neutral / female apprentice

♜ asra alnazar ; tag, you’re it ♜

They were your master, you their apprentice; But that relationship wasn’t enough to suffice Asra. NOT EVEN CLOSE! They wanted to be yours... Or more so they wanted you to be theirs!

They would watch you through your windows... In fact, they would follow you everywhere! You were so perfect to them, especially whenever you would get undressed after a long day of training. Your soft skin, the adoring stare in your innocent gaze... And yet you had no idea who was watching you behind open curtains.

“You’re so cute! I can just cut you up!”

“Let’s go on an adventure together... What do you say, darling? No..? It’s funny how you think you have a choice!!”

“Then how about we play tag~? If I win, you’re mine. If you win... Well, you’re still mine! You’re mine, ALL MINE!! Run darling!! RUN!”

Maniacal laughter invaded your thoughts, crawling across your skin as you ran for you fragile little life.

They pushed you to the ground, holding you in their dominating grip. At a loss for words, it was too late to scream for help, cry. And even if you did, they wouldn’t let you go!! YOU LOST THE GAME!!

They had no idea before... That YOU were their poison; the bittersweet wonder that they were always searching for on all their adventures into the unknown. There was no way they can give up such a rare flower!

Fluffy, white hair tickled your cheek, their lips dragging across your skin, leaving the mark of their adoration upon you.

“My mother used to tell me that I should pick the best lover... Oh, I love it when I hear your breathing... I know that you won’t ever leave me!”

Where were you...? CAN ANYONE HEAR?! HELP, PLEASE!! ...Ha, you’re talking to yourself!! Silly apprentice, they trapped you in their oasis~!!

♜ julian devorak ; mad hatter ♜

He’s absolutely. Fucking. INSANE.

Julian Devorak was CRAZY for you! Perhaps it was the drugs he experimented with that drove him to his insanity... Or not!

“WHERE IS MY PRESCRIPTION?!”

Maybe it was just the sole factor that you were the only person that showed so much attention to him!! He drowned himself in your touch, the mere sight of you. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do just to hear you call him such endearing things; things only reserved for HIM!

“Wonderland is wherever you are, pumpkin!!”

There wasn’t one dream where you weren’t in it; driving him absolutely nuts. There were so many wondrous things the two of you would do: Skinny dipping in a rabbit hole, painting roses red with his blood, getting high together off helium. Or perhaps the two of you can get drunk off a blue caterpillar and fool around?

The feeling of you being in his mere presence made him want to tear the skin off of him, he wanted so badly just to hold you!!

“IT’S ALWAYS JULIAN NO, JULIAN PLEASE JUST LISTEN! Pumpkin, you DON’T UNDERSTAND! My brain is absolutely SCATTERED whenever you are around, can’t you see!?!”

And by lord how much he loved roleplaying in the bedroom with you. He would go as far as to make costumes and everything to get the scene he wanted to play out absolutely perfect!

“How about this~ Oh I know let’s do some improv acting!! It can be a drama! You can be Alice, and I’ll be the Mad Hatter!”

No matter who you told, nobody would accept or believe that Julian was absolutely insane. He was beyond a histrionic, and it was all because of you. You did this to him. You made him fall in love so fucking hard it drove him mad. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! 

♜ nadia satrinava ; cake ♜

Everything about you was absolutely divine to the Countess. They would bend over backwards to make you happy, to have you stay in their loving gaze. Even if you wanted to leave... She wouldn’t allow it! Can’t you see?! YOU’RE ALL HERS!

Every night you would return home, Nadia felt as if a huge part of herself was missing. You were perfect to her, don’t get her wrong... But there was one ingredient to you missing that was stopping you from being absolutely divine: Her love.

You were warm to her like an oven, your kisses upon her cheek always so sweet like sugar. Your fingers were silk-like, every single time you touched her. Your skin tasted like buttercream and you smelled like vanilla! Every sense she felt around you was filled with empty calories... Calories that would never satisfy her until you were all hers.

You saw her as nothing but a friend... And oh how much she hated that. The thought of you not being more than such a berating title made her skin crawl, her jaw tightening with anger. 

It was when you started dating someone else that she felt more than betrayal... Oh no she went ABSOLUTELY. FUCKING. MAD. 

“I am NOT a piece of cake, flower!! How can you just discard me like I didn’t love you more than them?! HOW CAN YOU LEAVE ME WITH NOTHING BUT A FROSTED HEART THAT WAS SUPPOSE TO BE YOURS?!”

“I planned everything out perfectly when I was with you!! The dates, the outfits, the sex! ALL OF IT!!”

Nonetheless... she found a way to forgive you. That’s what a Countess does, forgive those who have made mistakes!! Oh how much you will miss your lover... But it will be okay! Soon you will have another!!

“I’m taking back what’s mine... And showing you a slice of heaven that you can have when you are mine. Not that you weren’t already mine~!”

♜ muriel of the kokhuri ; teddy bear ♜

What was once his cold, exposed heart? He couldn’t even remember anymore. Despite all his attempts to push you away, isolate himself once more... You showed him love, gave him a space in your heart that was unmeasurable. And he didn’t want to admit how much he loved it.

You could never be scared of Muriel, knowing he was just a big teddy bear! You found it absolutely endearing whenever he talked in his sleep, saying all the things he would do to you, nervous beyond belief!!

It was when you started finding knives under his pillow in the morning, crumpled photos that he had drawn of you, destroyed pieces of wood that he whittled of you... That doubt began to sprout in the midst of your naive heart. Should you be scared?

What was once a comforting and quiet energy... Became malicious and violent. His love for you seemed to only extend farther than what you could perceive “healthy.” How can love become so violent?! What happened to the sweet, gentle giant that sparked a newfound feeling in his mind?!

There was only one thing you wish you did... RUN.

It was when you disposed of the myrrh he had given you to forget him... That he went absolutely mad. How can you just try to dispose of him?! ACT LIKE YOU DIDN’T KNOW HIM? HOW COULD YOU??!

What was a normal, rainy day was filled with nothing but sheer terror. He was inside your home!! WHO WAS HE?! ... YOU’RE SCARED! But oh how you had brought this upon yourself!! SO WHAT IF YOU’RE FUCKING SCARED?!

You were unprepared when his heavy breaths radiated off of the walls, bouncing around inside your mind... He was absolutely silent... When he tried to bring a knife down upon you.

♜ portia devorak ; dollhouse ♜

There was nothing Portia wanted more than for you and her to be a perfect couple, someday a perfect family even. Pepi, you, and her... Alone in her cottage, living a domestic life. How wonderful does that sound? Absolutely HEAVENLY to her, that’s for sure!!

To the public, you and Portia were, in fact, the perfect couple! She was absolutely angelic to anyone who met her eye, and you were her darling lover, an endearing doll of hers that she kept close to her. She opened the walls of her home to you, to her heart!

But soon people started to see something... different between you two. Were you really as perfect as you looked?

She’s coming... SHE’S COMING!! Swinging the attic door open, her wide smile offered an array of madness that couldn’t begin to be assessed. Her giggles filled your ears, what was once something you loved became something you came to fear. 

When was the last time you truly thought for yourself? Portia did everything for you. She coddled you, fed you, dressed you, did your makeup, told you when you can speak, when you were to sleep. There wasn’t a moment where you were anything else but her rag doll, controlled and motivated under her loving hand.

“You were absolutely wonderful today, doll!! The way people looked at us. We’re perfect together!! EVERYONE THINKS IT, DON’T YOU?”

No matter how perfect everyone thought the two of you to be, you saw what everyone else didn’t see of Portia... How terrifyingly. Fucking. Insane she was.

But this is all your fault. You tried to run, tried to ruin the perfect facade Portia built up in her head. She just had to take things into her own hands to make sure you stayed! AND NOW LOOK WHAT HAPPENED!!

♜ lucio morgasson ; milk and cookies ♜

What else is there to say?! He LOVES YOU!! 

He locked the doors of the palace at night. He needed to know you were there with him, in his arms, sound asleep... But when you tried to run, Lucio lost his trust in you; Trust that you can be alone.

“YOU SHOULD THINK TWICE BEFORE YOU TRY TO FUCKING CALL FOR HELP AGAIN, LITTLE BIRD!!”

Every night became the same; Lucio spiking the milk that put you to sleep; enough poison in it where he would be able to bend you to his will. Day by day, you grew weaker, unable to think for yourself. He took his chance to hold you then, singing a lullaby to you until you were... absolutely... knocked out...

“Do you want me, little bird? Of course, I’ll hold you!! I’m here!”

When the plague hit, did Lucio care? Absolutely not!! All that mattered was that you were with him, until death did you part! But when Lucio got sick, ill-ridden with the plague... He needed a final resort... Something that would assure you both would be TOGETHER FOREVER

“I baked you cookies, darling bird. Do you like them? ...Do you want to know the secret ingredients? Well, it’s a little bit of sugar... And a LOT of poison! ...Oh look how tired you’re getting. Perhaps I should put you to bed? The plague can’t kill you if I do first~! But don’t worry!! I’ll be join you VERY soon, my beautiful bird!”

He held you close to him, the sickening look in his reddened eyes absolutely deadly, filled with lust. There was nothing more soothing than seeing the pure innocence on your face when you were asleep. He sang you a final lullaby, before he set the room aflame... Ashes, ashes... If he was going to die, you were going to go down with him!! Amongst the fire surrounding him, he found solstice in knowing you were waiting for him, beckoning him to join you in the supple whisper of death. Because even in death... You couldn’t escape him; Death couldn’t do you part!

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*Author’s Note: I re-listened to the crybaby album and heard certain lines in different songs that set off my yandere writing radar. I stayed in my seat for 4 hours writing this as well... So I really hope you enjoyed!

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Portia — Pocahontas — Will e Dea/Cachoeira

Uma das sobrancelhas de Portia se arqueou ao ouvir a abordagem do rapaz, que basicamente questionava a sanidade da mulher por esta estar vagando pela floresta sozinha, durante aquilo que ele mesmo nomeou como noite sem fim. — Primeiro, só porque estou na floresta sozinha, e porque te ofereci band-aid sem ter band-aid aqui, não quer dizer que sou louca. — Iniciou a réplica, estreitando levemente os olhos enquanto mantinha-os firme em direção ao moreno. Não era ela que estava seminua, coberta de sangue, comendo um porco-do-mato cru como se fosse uma reles coxinha de padaria. Ele queria mesmo classificá-la como louca ? — Segundo, minha curiosidade científica é forte demais para eu deixar de fazer uma pesquisa de campo por causa dessa..noite sem fim, ou apocalipse, sei lá o que é isso afinal. — Continuou, cruzando os braços à frente do torso, agora questionando-se se realmente devia continuar ali disposta a ajudar o assassino de porquinhos. Quando ele voltou a falar, os lábios da jovem se entreabriram enquanto ela quase dizia um que?! involuntário. — Você não é um cara normal MESMO. Porque só biruta rejeita uma ajuda oferecida estando do jeito que está. Você tá sabendo que parece que você saiu de um cenário de terror, né ?! — Talvez não valesse a pena contra-argumentar com ele, e talvez seja mesmo mais prudente que ela o deixasse e se preocupasse com a própria segurança. Mesmo que o homem não tivesse demonstrado hostilidade para com ela, ainda era um total desconhecido voraz ao ponto de devorar um animal morto. — Que ?! Cê tá zoando, né ?! — Exclamou, levemente corada por ter sido perceptível a malícia da proposta. "Olha, você é gato..beeemm gato..mas acabou de comer um porco cru né ?!" Pensou, logo sacudindo o fronte em negação por se deixar levar, mesmo que pouco, pela beleza do moreno. — Olha, é melhor eu ir. Seguir o seu conselho e tal.. — Disse, dando meia volta e iniciando o caminhar para longe dali. Contudo, a voz do rapaz novamente ecoou pelo silêncio da floresta, fazendo-a parar mas ainda não se virar. As mãos apertavam as alças da mochila enquanto Thea ouvia o rapaz se explicar. Girou os olhos entre as órbitas por saber que aquilo não passava de conversa fiada para que ela prosseguisse com ele, mas em seu ser, sabia que não conseguiria nega-lo ajuda. Ele realmente está machucado, e ela como bióloga poderia dar uma avaliada na gravidade das feridas. Em último caso, têm um spray de pimenta junto aos demais objetos dentro da mochila, e poderia usar caso ele tentasse algo. — Bióloga, na verdade.. — Falou antes de voltar a se virar para ele. — Está bem, eu te ajudo. Mas se você tentar algo, eu juro que dou na sua cara. — "Ou queimo seus olhinhos azuis com meu spray de pimenta, assassino de porquinhos." Completou mentalmente, já que não era recomendável que o moreno soubesse da única arma que Portia possui para se defender. Voltou a se aproximar dele, e tão logo iniciaram a caminhada em direção à cachoeira. A moça mantinha uma distância segura do moreno, que fizera questão de levar o porco-do-mato com ele, ou pelo menos o que sobrou dele. Quando ele arrancou uma das coxas e mordeu-a com afinco, a bióloga não conseguiu conter o olhar reprovativo, pois ainda era difícil de crer naquela cena canibalesca em pleno século vinte e um. Parecia mais uma cena de filme paleolítico. — Uma besta, dois brutamontes e uma princesa. E onde você entra nessa história ? Como princesa ? — Respondeu-o com deboche, pois não conseguia associar algo que parecia um conto de fadas ao fato dele estar todo machucado enquanto devora animaizinhos da floresta. — Mentalmente eu estava te chamando de assassino de porquinhos. Vou tentar te chamar de Will então..ou cara..enfim.. — Respondeu assim que ele se apresentou. Criatura assustadora também combinava, mas não conseguiria chama-lo assim pois ele é bonito demais para chegar a ser assustador. — Me chamo Portia. — Falou, por pouco não estendendo a frase com "mas meus amigos me chamam de Thea". Contudo, não demorou para Will inventar um apelido para ela, um que soou tão estranho que a fez encará-lo novamente. — Deus, isso parece nome de atriz pornô. — Comentou, sacudindo o fronte em negação, mas deixando escapar a primeira risada desde que se viu junto ao homem. Tiazinha era tão ruim quanto as implicâncias da escola, na qual os coleguinhasfaziam referência ao nome da acastanhada com portas. "Fulano, fecha a Portia por favor ?! Cicrano, tranca logo a Portia", e por ai vai. A bióloga se viu presa as lembranças do passado enquanto finalmente chegavam na cachoeira, os devaneios sendo cortados assim que Will se jogou com tudo nas águas cristalinas, molhando-a com o líquido que espirrou em abundância. — Engraçadinho. — Bufou, mas não conteve uma risada nasal. Sentou-se numa das pedras mais proeminentes da área, observando o moreno se banhar. Agora, sem todo aquele sangue e um porco morto nas costas, o porte masculino imponente ficava ainda mais em evidência. Quando percebeu que o estava encarando por tempo demais, desviou o olhar e distraiu-se com o balançar de algumas árvores. Estava tão inerte que quase escorregou pela pedra quando o rapaz gritou. — Como é que é ?! — Fora repentino ao ponto de ser difícil de acreditar, mas o segundo mergulho do moreno confirmou que não se tratava de uma brincadeira. A bióloga então se levantou e se aproximou da margem, não se negando a entrar na água rasa e se sujar de lama assim que viu uma cabeleira ruiva aparecer junto à Will. — Meu deus! — Exclamou, indo em auxílio ao rapaz, que agora acomodava a moça deitada. Pediu espaço ao homem, improvisou um coque nos cabelos e tão logo alocou um dos ouvidos no peito da ruiva. — O coração dela não bate. Mas se ela tiver se afogado a pouco tempo, ainda dá para reanima-la. — Falou. A primeira coisa que fez foi obstruir as vias aéreas, forçando a cabeça da moça para trás, de forma ao queixo ficar apontado para cima. — Mantenha a cabeça dela firme. — Pediu. Quando Will fez o que Portia pedira, a mulher tão logo iniciou as compressões torácicas, contando em voz alta até chegar ao número quinze. Em seguida, partiu para a insuflação, a tão conhecida respiração boca-a-boca, sem ligar para o fato da pessoa afogada ser do mesmo sexo que ela. No ato de salvar uma vida, detalhes como este devem ser ignorados. Repetiu o processo três vezes, até que finalmente a ruiva deu sinais de vida, cuspindo a água que outrora havia lhe invadido os pulmões. — Graças a deus! — Disse, suspirando aliviada. Ajudou a moça a primeiro manter-se deitada lateralmente, o que facilitava a água de sair. Quando ela evidenciou estar mais recuperada, não a impediu de se sentar. — Não foi nada. — Respondeu ao agradecimento. Não demorou para que a curiosidade nata da Reymond se fizesse presente ao ponto de fazê-la não conter a língua e perguntas brotarem de seus lábios. — Como acabou se afogando ? Você estava sozinha quando se afogou ? Ou alguém te atacou e te jogou aqui ? — Provavelmente continuaria com os questionamentos desenfreados, caso a moça não demonstrasse estar sentindo dor. — O que está sentindo ? Aconteceu algo com as suas pernas ? — Falou, virando-se então para Will. — Talvez seja prudente a levarmos ao hospital. Aliás, você também. Vai que algum desses ferimentos infecciona, e né, é bom você fazer um exame de sangue depois de.. —"Comer um porco-do-mato cru." Completou a frase mentalmente, achando melhor deixar este fato escondido da ruivinha. — Comer o que você comeu. — Findou.