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onismdaydream · 28 days
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best friend megumi fushiguro who doesn't let anyone else get close to you, especially not someone who he knows just wants to get into your pants. he'll stand behind you, his stare intense and deadly, a subtle baring of teeth, until the guy fumbles over his words and dashes away.
megumi knows you're a virgin, never even had a proper boyfriend once the dark haired boy found you — there's no secrets between the two of you. well, almost no secrets.
you didn't need to know the way megumi couldn't help himself when he was alone in the darkness of his room, fist wrapped around his aching cock, moans muffled as he stuffed his shirt is his mouth. a small part of him wished you were here with him, that it was your hand stroking him and making his tip leak that pearly white. or better yet, maybe you'd let him take your virginity. maybe you would beg him to make love to you, spread your pretty thighs apart so he could go right where he belongs.
he wonders how it would feel, being buried deep within you. he was a virgin, too, after all — saving himself for you.
but your first time together would be special, it would be perfect, not some rushed and sloppy fuck because of his carnal desires. megumi needed to be patient and let everything fall into place. he couldn't have you running off to someone else when you two were made for each other.
so he waits for you to realize that fact, too.
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ozzgin · 6 months
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Pyramid Head x Reader
Featuring Pyramid Head and a reader with amnesia lost in Silent Hill. This is Pyramid Head as originally intended for Silent Hill 2, so expect a lot of game-based immersion. Warning: NSFW, dubious/non-consent, violence, gore
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"Oh, for fuck's sake!"
You grunt and slap the wheel, hoping your defiant act of violence will somehow convince the car engine to start again. It remains quiet. You run a hand through your hair and sigh. The palm is mildly sticky with moisture and you realize you've been sweating a fair amount. No wonder, you're stuck in this shithole. You couldn't see a damn thing ahead with all this fog. The only discernible object was a rusty, run-down sign showing "Silent Hill". You've never heard the name before, but reading the letters and allowing the words to escape your lips has brought you an unexpected wave of panic. You quickly began hyperventilating and your arms involuntarily twitched and twisted, pulling the wheel of the car along with them and causing the car to swerve into a street barrier. And now it refuses to turn back on. Fantastic. 
You hesitantly grab the door handle. After a deep breath in, you open the door and step out. Given the car crashed sideways, you can no longer tell which way is back and which way is forward. You can only see the first few inches of the barrier in both directions, but everything else vanishes under the thick clouds of mist. You rub your temples, becoming increasingly upset with yourself.  What were you even doing, driving all the way to-
Wait. Where were you going in the first place? You recall leaving from...home? But where is that supposed to be? No, don't do this. Not now. You walk back to the car and open the glove compartment, angrily pulling out a thick stack of documents and spreading them out onto the chair. You scan over them, growing more impatient. You don't recognize anything. The names and words and addresses don't hold any meaning. You glance up to the rear-view mirror in an attempt to detect some trail of blood seeping from your scalp, as a concussion might explain your sudden memory loss, but your appearance is fresh. Almost as if you didn't just crash your car in a strange place in utter confusion. 
You check your phone. Even if you can't remember, there has to be someone in your contacts that will come to your aid. The screen glitches briefly when you unlock it and the menu is empty. No contacts, no messages, no apps. No matter, emergency will do. You type in the digits and lift the phone to your head, but quickly remove it when loud static assaults your eardrums. Why is nothing working properly? You're tempted to just slam the junk into the pavement, but find enough composure to stuff it back in the pocket for now. 
All that's left to do now is to find another human. You begin walking. The road has to lead somewhere, that's for certain. And soon enough the barrier is replaced with a different kind of fencing that you use as guidance. It seems to be a small bridge. Just a few steps further and you discover the first signs of modern, populated world: a bus stop. Behind the waiting bench is a brief map of the area and you trace the plaque with your fingers, mumbling the path to yourself. "Now let's see...This is Nathan Avenue...Rosewater Park ahead...Ah, the Silent Hill Fire Station should be very close."
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You can't wait to be done with this mess. They'll call for a tow truck and get you out of here. You almost sprint to the next block, expectantly. In fact, you can already spot someone right outside the building. 
"Thank God! Listen, my car broke down before the bridge. My stupid phone is also...huh." 
Just as you mention it, the same static as previously erupts from the speaker. You're startled and fumble for your phone. You're about to apologize to the person in front of you, but upon lifting your gaze you instantly stop in your tracks. 
'Person' is a strong word for it. It resembles one, or maybe it was one long ago. What's crawling towards you, however, is not how you'd define it. The arms are melted into the torso, mimicking a straight jacket of skin. The bony, crooked legs are dragging themselves in an unnatural, unnerving way. The creature has no face, save for a gaping hole, a bizarre cavity deforming what should be a head. Your mouth grimaces with disgust, followed by fear. Terror. You have the choice of returning to your damaged car, or attempting to find actual help deeper into the town. You run ahead, praying that someone's out there. The dissonant sound of a siren can be heard, diffused into the persistent fog.  
By the time you reach the next building, you're gasping for air. You didn't expect to run this far. You went all the way around Toluca lake, avoiding the side streets. The center was swarming with those abominations. Each turn and each corner would eventually reveal its revolting murmur, that pathetic shuffle of disfigured limbs. Thankfully they're not fast, nor smart. A little distance and they lose their interest to pursue you. You fall against the brick wall of this small house and read the poster. "Silent Hill Historical Society". Doesn't look too promising, but it's surprisingly devoid of any monstrous being. At this point you'd be more grateful for emptiness. It's safer. 
You tiptoe your way in, wary of potential attackers. There's a faint buzz echoing from afar, but other than that no immediate danger. You examine the lobby and notice the paintings and old photos hanging from the decaying wallpaper. It smells slightly rotten. One of the art pieces catches your attention and you stop in front of it. "Misty Day, Remains of Judgement". 
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The abstract character depicted on canvas reminds you of an executioner. The more you stare, the clearer you can feel some kind of guilt knotting inside your stomach. Your shoulders are heavy and you're overwhelmed by the same anxiety of a child about to be punished. Awaiting the belt. The calloused hand of an unforgiving father. Your throat is dry.
Your musings are interrupted by the static that - as you've since learned - warns you of approaching creatures. The rooms are cramped and the walls are narrow and you dislike the idea of calculating your escape within this claustrophobic maze, but it's preferable to being dead. You jog along slithering paths, unsure of where they lead. The threatening turbulence of your phone goes up and down, like a sine wave, with each turn into uncharted territory. In your frantic efforts to flee you don't see the large hole blocking your way, or at least not fast enough. By the time you figure out the outlines of this pitch black well, you're flooded with the light sensation of gravitational force, stretching and compressing your innards as you fall. Is this how you end?
It's not so easy. 
As soon as you open your eyes, a burning pain metastasizes through the head, digging deep into your brain. You grab onto your scalp and press your fingers over the skin, hoping for a small relief. In your debilitating migraine you don't hear the agitated flutter of limbs. They're minuscule, but so many. Thousands of sclerotized joints frothing around your limp form. You lift yourself off the rusted ground and yelp voiceless at the sight. Cockroaches. The pile of vermin lets out a deafening, high pitched screech with every movement. You drag your elbows in an attempt to get away, but the creepers almost ignore your existence. They seem to be running away from something, retreating in masses.
You don't have to wait long in order to witness their source of fear. Heavy footsteps, muffled by the grating friction of metal against metal. A corroded stench invades your lungs and you cough. Whatever is coming has instilled the utmost dread in your very bones. You want to get up and run, until your legs give up and your body collapses of exhaustion, but your limbs are petrified in panic. Your chest constricts and throbs, as if your heart is trashing to escape this prison condemned to unknown doom. 
Finally, the fiend comes into view. A tall, large man wearing a leather apron layered with grime and encrusted blood. His skin is scarred and discolored, and a bulky, dense pyramid structure rests on his broad shoulders, concealing his face. He seems to be dragging along a great knife of sorts, although on closer inspection it looks like a halved pair of oversized scissors. The edge is dulled and has splattered visceral leftovers mattifying its surface. You remember the painting you've seen upstairs. Is this what it is? Your Retribution? 
You lower yourself until your forehead touches the rusty floor. Like an animal awaiting to receive the final blow from its hunter, like a prisoner resigning to his fate under the guillotine. If only matters could be dealt with so simply! Your neck is clawed into a tight hold by the large gloved hand and you're crudely pulled back up so that you can properly face your Punisher. There's a vague grunt coming from underneath his bizarre helmet. 
He carries you to the nearest wall and slams you against it. The great knife drops to the floor with a loud crash, and the other hand, now freed, begins to search your lower clothing. You can feel the seams of the garments tear and snap with no resistance. You want to vocalize a protest, but your throat is crushed under the forceful pressure of his clasp. At best, you can exhale in what sounds like a whispered wail. His apron is nonchalantly flipped to the side and your thigh lifted over his forearm, so that his hand can adjust itself securely under your bottom for support.
Abruptly, a prickling ache crosses your entire body as if you've just been split in two. Tears automatically begin forming in the corner of your eyes and spill down your cheeks and over the pyramid that's now pressing tightly against your quivering form. It's too big and you want to push away, but with each renewed plunge you grow weaker. The small tears and rips that blossom around your abused intimacy turn into bleeding wounds. You want to sleep. 
A creature of pure instinct, serving as a reminder of human perversions and immoral desires. Travesty, corruption, sin. And what about it? Before you know it, a small moan escapes your dried lips. You throw your arms around your captor's shoulders. The sharp edges of the helmet scratch your skin, waking you back into consciousness. Your lower muscles start to relax around the massive member and allow for a smoother glide in and out. The numbness is gradually replaced by pleasant sensations. The throbbing reverberates inside your abdomen and your other leg wraps around the creature's hips, asking for more contact. Once your compliance is confirmed, the hand pinning you by the neck wanders to other parts of your body in starved desperation. Your voice returns and more lewd whines roll out one after another. If only you had a mirror so you could look at yourself in this moment. What shameless expressions are you wearing on your face? You're clinging to your violator in feverish depravity. And in return, the creature responds to your cravings with increased intensity. He seems to resonate with your wishes and stiffens his hold on you with newfound obsession. His thrusts become almost feral, with a certain possessiveness to it. 
As you're about to reach your peaks, your mind once again travels to the painting. You wonder if you'd be hung and framed just like the prisoners behind their executioner. Pleasure mixed with guilt. 
What sin is eroding your entrails? 
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brittle-doughie · 1 month
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Sure, being a part of the fallen heroes is cool, but you know what would be even cooler? Bring a normal cookie chilling one day and the beasts going "you're ours now!" and becoming their little doll💖
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Managing your Kingdom was no easy task, but you manage to handle it so far. It’s usually the unexpected that can throw a curveball into your routine, like these 5 cookies that had just bursted into your room
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“Not my grandest entrance, but tada! We finally meet, Y/N Cookie! We’ve been hearing a lot about ya from quite the number of little birdies ever since we broke out of that prison again~ Enough on that, how do you like to be my special guest of honor~?”
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“Move aside! Hey, I heard you were pretty tough to have been able to face Shadow Milk Cookie in battle and LIVE! For that, I want to take you back with me, I want to see the strength that you hold within you!”
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“Must you always be so rash with your decisions? Please don’t pay the others any mind, they’ve come with their selfish reasons to make you all theirs. I do not have such selfish wants, for I am the only to see the pure soul you hold within you. Something so precious, it must be protected…if you’ll allow me…”
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Silent Salt Cookie pushed past Mystic Flour as they stood in front of you…before gently reaching out their hand to you. You can tell they were a cookie of few words, but the saying always goes that an action tells a 1000 words. Right now? They wanted you to take their hand to whisk you away from here….before they were abruptly pushed to the side.
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“GET OUT OF MY WAY! Aah! You’re just as precious as I last remembered! Normally, I’d be never bother to leave my cloud, but when I heard it was to come get you, I could NOT miss the opportunity to see your handsome/beautiful face again! Ignore what my friends say, I’d be the one for you! NEVER LEAVE ME AGAIN…will you? Hehe! I’d have BURNED this kingdom to the ground to look for you!”
Right, where was the signal to call for security again?
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yandereaffections · 2 months
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Yandere Kusuo Saiki without his cannon morals could turn any threat to you into a statue, medusa style.
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Six becomes Five
Inspired by @brittle-doughie and his few works about the 5 Beasts! The ones were the reader being a part of their group caught my eye, so have this!
Part 1
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You were Compassion, brilliant, and beautiful. You aided the Cookies in their times of need, when they needed you most. Helping them up to their feet, using your powers to heal them, to soothe arguments. Your friends were once like that too.
Shadow Milk Cookie loved to put on plays for the Cookies, and have them join in. He'd always give you one of the main parts alongside him. It was only fair!
Burning Spice Cookie was always so valiant in defending them, with Silent Salt Cookie by his side. The two were nigh unstoppable, and with you near to always heal any wounds, they really were.
Eternal Sugar Cookie would often join you in aiding the common Cookies, always lounging on her cloud. She always made a spot for you, though. Mystic Flour Cookie would tag along too, going on and on about things seen. It always made you smile.
Until.. something changed.
You didn't notice it at first. It was subtle things, especially whenever you weren't around. Being cruel and hateful towards the Cookies, seeing them as lesser. For not having the power baked and blessed into you six.
You only saw it all too late when your comrades gleefully recounted all that they had done during one of your meetup sessions. You were briefly in shock before shakily congratulating them. You didn't want to anger them. You couldn't take all five of them at once in a fight..
However, you didn't need to wait long. Your Creators, the Witches, soon saw this and upon seeing you untouched by greed and corruption, asked for you help.
Mournfully, you agreed.
You called them all to the spot, saying you had a dance you wanted to show them. A special one, just for their eyes. It was difficult getting them in the exact spots, but once you did..
The Forks fell, trapping them one by one. You continued your dance until the sapling of the Silver Tree was planted, where you then bowed to them.
None of them could understand. Why would you betray them?
Why were you walking away?!
"COME BACK, YOU CAN'T LEAVE!"
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For so long following that fateful day, you tried to stay there in Beast-Yeast, but it wasn't possible. Many of the remaining Cookies, that were the Faeire Cookies, couldn't bare to live there any longer.
So you said a mournful goodbye, and led the Cookies that wanted a new home to a new home. Crispia, you decided it would be called. Once many Cookies began to settle, you turned and left. You couldn't bare the thought of becoming like one of the Beasts, so you secluded yourself, changed yourself.
Your divine appearance, your name, everything. Once a Cookie representing Compassion, now you were a mere shadow of yourself. The only thing that stood constant was your Soul Jam, now a beautiful amulet around your neck instead of attached to your clothes.
It was the one thing you couldn't part with, no matter how hard you tried.
You rebuilt yourself. Made new friends, connections, loved ones.
Until the day came.
You had to return to that land to find White Lily Cookie. You didn't want to, but for the sake of the world, you had to.
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Oh, it had all gone so terribly wrong. White Lily Cookie had awakened, you had your reunion with the Faeires, and then the Seal began to undo. Try as anyone might, it couldn't be resealed.
And from the rift.. came Shadow Milk Cookie.
Without a single thought, you put yourself between the group and him.
He opened his mouth to say something, but when he spotted you, his pupils went wide.
After so long of being trapped, hidden away by the seal and vines, Eternal Sugar Cookie's constant wailings about you being tricked, manipulated, or brainwashed had gotten to all the Beasts. It was the only explanation, it had to be.
And as Shadow Milk Cookie grins widely down at you, obession in his eyes, you swear to yourself.
You really shouldn't have come back to Beast-Yeast.
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sweet-as-an-angel · 1 year
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Yandere Pyramid Headcanons
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Warnings: Possessive Behaviour, Unhealthy Behaviour, Pyramid also exists in the version of Silent Hill before the Church Bell Rings, Mention of Physical Attack on Reader, No Pronouns used for Reader Except ‘You’.
Possessive ahh monster man.
Keeps you in a safe, isolated location far from the epicentre of the town so that the only monster you’re at risk of is him.
Scary dog privileges :>
Does anything and everything you ask him to, no matter how trivial the task. Unless you ask him to let you go outside.
Even if the other creatures aren’t wandering around and prowling the streets at that moment, he refuses to let you out.
Unless you give him the puppy dog eyes, which, to his absolute confusion, he found himself unable to resist.
But only once.
You used Pyramid’s weakness for cuteness against him and, when he heard a sound in the distance – the all-too familiar ringing of church bells – and turned to face the origin, you took your chance to escape.
You knew the monsters would come as the world around you peeled, revealing a hellish, rust-ridden, infested reality which, in your terror-stricken state, you didn’t think you’d be around long enough to be at risk of.
Of course, you were cornered.
Of course, just as you were about to become a commemorative name and face on a t-shirt at the hands of a monstrosity, Pyramid Head stepped in and wiped that jittering, straight-jacketed bastard off every map there was, physical and spectral.
Much like the very day he met you. Took you (for what purpose, you still do not know).
He’s never let you out of his sight since.
Keeps you by his side when he’s on a supply run since he can’t trust you to remain in the safety of whatever building he’s fortified.
You might not know it, given his involuntarily stoicism, but Pyramid Head is constantly watching you.
Sure, you may get the feeling you’re being watched, but in a town like Silent Hill, that’s practically a birthright.
And besides, Pyramid doesn’t have any eyes…you think ? So how can he possibly be watching you ?
If you try to chance your arm and run away, he uses his knife as a deterrent.
Slams it down right where you’d be if you had been a second quicker.
He’d never hit you. Not intentionally.
His strength and eternity of wielding the blade makes it as easy to control it as if it were his arm, or an extra limb.
But you don’t need to know that.
He’s lowkey a sucker for physical contact btw.
Once, he found you standing closer to him than usual when the day grew particularly cold.
He wasn’t sure what you were doing at first until you flat-out muttered about “How frigid” it was.
Clouds seemed to form before your face, a human anomaly Pyramid hadn't witnessed this close before. If ever.
This man has no clue how to help you, so he just kind of watched as you gave him a wide-eyed look and, quivering, approaching him as if he were a feral dog (why did you look so scared of him…?), leaned against his side.
He shifted, jumped, stepped back.
What was this feeling ?
His heart spiked, his skin prickled.
Alarmed, you sprang back, and he couldn’t articulate the response to tell you to stay, come back, I’m sorry.
When the two of you finally resumed your journey to nowhere, he walked a little closer to you, inching nearer every few minutes until his hand brushed your side.
And you didn’t pull away :> !
Eventually, when you grew tired, you settled in a decrepit little room that, much like the rest of the town, looked as if it would fall apart if you so much as gave it a mean look.
In a rare act of humanity, Pyramid sat beside you.
And he damn near jumped out of his skin (again) when, unprovoked, you leaned against him.
He made sure not to spook you. Not again.
He couldn’t handle that wounded stare you’d given him earlier. It made him feel…weak. Vulnerable. Human.
And he did not enjoy it.
Well, that's what he thought at first. Before the warmth of something unidentifiable settled in his chest.
From then on, he started taking you out during the colder hours of the day just for the chance to have your skin brush against his.
And each time, that feeling, that tightness in his chest, would spark, set him alight with a fluttering sensation he'd never known before he found you.
Until you got sick. Then he toned it down a little.
But only because he couldn’t enjoy his solitary walks to where he knew medicine lay, too concerned with wondering why you were jerking, and why you sounded like you were roaring whenever you opened your mouth and your eyes squeezed shut, or why liquid would pour out of your nose.
Bless him, he doesn’t know what a cold – or sickness – is. But he does know that, when you lay on top of him and basically used him as your bed, curling up on his chest, he thought he’d seen light.
Real light.
Has resisted the urge to try and make you ill again just for that purpose.
Luckily, your random acts of affection – hand holding (or finger holding, since your entire hand could wrap around one of his fingers),  nuzzling, leaning on him, saying “Thank you” whenever he returned with the supplies – keeps his unhealthy tendencies at bay.
Well, most of them at least.
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gagedraws · 7 months
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Glowstick Entertainment wins the trial against Monster Energy! 🏆
The characters of M&M celebrate their victory.
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jackmustcry · 3 months
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cooking companions offered for me to play their new game early but I don’t own a computer :(
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bloodcasket · 1 year
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OBSESSIVE PYRAMID HEAD
Pairing: Obsessive! Pyramid Head x GN!Reader
Description: Short headcanons of what to expect from an obsessive Pyramid Head.
Warning: NSFW themes, obsession, and violent themes.
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Punishment (Will they punish you?) 🔪:
Pyramid Head has spent his entire existence punishing the ones who have sinned. He tosses around things he doesn't find important, but you? Oh no, he couldn't. He's so powerful he could reach down and crush you with his hand, but he simply doesn't because he chooses not to. When you've made a mistake, he leans more towards abandoning you so you learn your lesson. Oh? So you decided to explore the hospital without his permission? Stay there and deal with the nurses then. He'll leave for short periods of time, but then come back to retrieve you as he always does. He knows you've learned when he sees your bloodshot eyes and trembling skin.
Sexual endeavors (How they please you) 🥀:
He definitely falls on the higher spectrum for lust. He desires it endlessly, and will gladly take you if you even hint at it. Prefers to receive more than give during sexual intercourse, meaning he is always taking control in any situation. Prefers to bend you over something and pleasure you that way, it's easier for the both of you. Doesn't mind you grinding against him though, he melts when he feels your legs straddle his thigh, and your whimpers coax his gloved hands to squeeze your waist tighter. Definitely has a size kink, and is animalistic and rough with his sex.
Bloodshed (Are they willing to kill for their s/o?) 🩸:
Absolutely! It feels like his duty now to ward off the threats that could possibly leave a scratch on you. He will forever kill for you. You can't really stop him, it's the whole purpose of his creation.
Stalking (Will they stalk their s/o?) 🕸️:
At first, yes. He would linger in the shadows of silent hill and observe. But after seeing you as an eternal partner, he doesn't try to hide the fact that he watches your every move.
Obsession/scale 1-10 🖤:
Pyramid Head is an 8/10 considering obsession level. He is known for purely existing to protect Alessa, battling any darkness that attempts to harm her. He would absolutely do the same for you. Guarding your every step, and watching your every breath. Make sure you stay out of harms way when you grow exhausted and decide to rest. Even with as terrifying as Silent Hill is, you'll never have to feel scared with a 7ft tall monster protecting you.
Desires (What do they wish from you?) 🕷️:
Pyramid Head deep down wishes he could stay with you eternally. You are human though, and he knows this. He knows you're significantly different from him, and living this life with him won't last long.
Endangerment (How scary is it to be with them?) 🌕:
Pyramid Head himself doesn't put you in trouble. He doesn't wish to harm you, he's your "guardian angel" after all. It's the atmosphere that is a risk to you. Silent Hill is full of monsters, and staying in it is extremely dangerous.
Sympathy (Do they feel bad for taking you?)🪦:
He doesn't care less. It would be of best interest if you gave in, it would be less of a pain on your part. He was eventually going to take you whether you liked it or not.
Roughness(Do they hurt you?) 🦴:
Pyramid Head quite enjoys manhandling you, through innocent intention and sexual intention. Seeing how weak you are compared to him makes his monstrous mindset soften. He would not purposely hurt his darling though, it could kill them.
Intimacy (How romantic are they?) 🎀:
Obviously, he does not have the mentality of a human being. He won't take you on dates, and won't buy you presents. He doesn't speak words of affirmation, and he can't kiss you. But strangely, with how inhumane he is, he is quite affectionate. Keeps you warm in his large arms, and let's you curiously hold his hand. He rumbles through his helmet in an animalistic manner, and it echoes in your eardrums. You can truly tell he's happy with you. That he loves you.
Game? (Are you a game to them?) 🥩:
Never was, and never will be a game to Pyramid Head. He's one of the more serious slashers in general, so when it comes to significant others, he wouldn't find humor in it.
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smilessssss · 10 months
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𝔜𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔓𝔶𝔯𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡 ℌ/ℭ𝔰
Tw: Somewhat religious themes, mentions of abuse, and unhealthy relationships.
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⋆♱✮♱⋆ ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ ⋆♱✮♱⋆
Never once in your life would you see yourself here. A place that was practically Hell.
Pyramid head never seen something like you, someone so innocent, soft, and so so fragile.
He saw you as glass, the most rarest and beautiful glass. Made of china or what not. That even something barely grazes you, you would crack.
He didn’t want that to happen to you or at least not done by him.
He sheltered you somewhere, a place that would be very hard to get into. He wouldn’t let anyone take his pretty angel.
He saw you as an Angel. Something that could do no harm, or have any sin.
He was the punisher for sin so he wouldn’t be wrong about you.
Hates it when you show any fear towards him. Or when you try to get out of restraints. Oh yeah I forgot to mention.
Doesn’t want you leaving him, so he bound your hands to a pole in the room. If he catches you trying to escape him. He won’t hesitate to punish you.
His punishments are nothing to laugh about. It mostly sometimes leaves you completely unable to move your body. Or have that cold feeling leave. Bruises paint your body nicely (to him)
Would do anything for you (besides letting you be free) he wouldn’t hesitate to kill anything or anyone that harmed you or tried to take you away from him.
Finds pieces of food for you to eat or anything that is edible to eat.
When he’s feeling affectionate he’ll sit you on his lap and hold you with his strong arms. Sitting is the same silence as before.
Lives in this delusional world that you both crave each other, and you’re just not realizing it. Of course a relationship would take time, he just wishes it would be faster.
Wouldn’t let anyone take his sweet Angel. He’d clip your wings to keep you down here with him.
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🌙Silent Night🦋 AU... Part One:
(Warning: This AU depicts abuse, self-harm, self-mutilation, unhealthy mindsets, guilty platonic yanderes, and platonic yanderes. If this upsets you or is not your cup of tea, do not read. Viewer discretion is advised...)
• They aren't sure when it started. When the others started to dislike them, to get angry with them, to see them as less than them. Maybe it was from the start, when they had optimism and were bright-eyed and were full of love and empathy. Maybe it was when their views didn't align with the others anymore, when they couldn't agree with them no matter what they said was right or just. Maybe it was just their natural way of acting, and they finally snapped and took it out on them. Whatever the case was, they were soon at odds and ends with them, dealing with the contempt and anger of the ones who they thought they could trust.
• Reader knew their beliefs were... looked down on. They knew that the first time they said they didn't hate humans, that they wanted to make peace with them, that something had changed. And it wasn't for the better. Where once they were allowed to join the other kids, now they were ostracized, cast aside. Where the adults used to include them or care about them, they now were mad, snappish, annoyed whenever Reader spoke up or said anything. Not to mention how no one seemed to like them anymore, seemed to try and talk with them, tried to help them or offer aid or smooth over any fears or doubts.
• But it still only grew worse.
• The problem came when they had helped a human out. Reader hadn't even done much, besides put a band-aid on their leg and hidden them, only leading them back out and bringing them somehwhere safer for them than the woods. Except this secret wasn't so secret, and the next thing Reader knew-
• They were locked up, tossed into a cell and chained, left to rot save for when one of the adults came by to... "re-educate"... them.
• Their life hadn't been long, but Reader soon discovered there were worse fates than death. Being hurt, be it by claws or forced fighting or being held down and bruised, was awful. It hurt even more knowing that it was done by people who once claimed to care about them, to want to help them... But whatever this was that they were doing, it wasn't helping. Was it? The bleeding cuts, the bruised limbs, the sore wings from trying to stay aloft, to get away- Their scratched-up hands, the bloodied nails, the blackened spots that bleed under their skin, turning into ugly shades of purple and black... The one thing that felt untouched was their wings, the only parts that didn't ache with slowly being healed by their body, that didn't become scarred up or marred by the hands that grabbed and clawed and hit and forced down...
• Reader didn't know why it wouldn't stop. Didn't know how much longer it would be until something gave. They should have known it would be their wings that would be the breaking point.
• That memory was faded a bit, their mind blocking out some of it, but what they remembered was another forced fight, running as far as they could before they were yanked back, hands grabbing, something creaking-
• SNAP!
• And soon they were wailing, collapsing into themself and trying to hide, to drag their broken wing over them, using their hands to muffle their sobs as they waited for their attacker/s to finish it... But they didn't. They only stopped, then left, leaving Reader on their own and curled up in the farthest corner of the room, doing their best to not move, grasping at the last threads of comfort they had...
• They'd been still for days. Any food or water left had been ignored, Reader not budging an inch to go near it or to do anything else. It didn't matter when someone eventually came in to check on them, or when hands grasped their wing, feeling at the broken bones and slowly bandaging it, setting up a sling. It didn't even matter when they said Reader could go back up with them, could leave for the first time from their personal h*ll... Yet Reader didn't enjoy this new freedom. It wasn't freedom really, was it? They now had to face the ones who wounded them, those who turned their backs on them, who had put them into their own special kind of h*lll, all because they weren't like them... All because they tried to do the right thing, to help someone, even if that person had been a human...
• Reader didn't keep count of how long it took them to gather the nerve to escape. They knew it had been at least two weeks, if not more... The night they chose was quiet, cold and chilled, soft snowfall dusting the sky and leaving a blanket of freezing white on the ground. No one should have been up. No one should have seen them. Reader had crossed past the farthest edges of the property, making it a few feet into the woods, before they heard someone shout far behind them- Then they fled, scrambling over rocks and slippery patches of ice, hurtling over fallen trees and past ice-covered trunks. Ice glinted under the small amount of moonlight, frosted and gleaming, each shard and icicle and flake as cold as death. Even then, it didn't deter them, not even when they reached a ledge, looking out over a frozen lake, a dark mirror reflecting the darkness and cold of the night, and the smallest glint of the moon...
• "Reader... Don't move." Yet even the quiet eventually was broken, by the same people who'd broken them.
• "Get back here... Now."
• Reader shifted slightly, feeling the way the wind pushed at their wings, soft as silk and cold as the snow underfoot. Their foot goes back, then the other. Fear fills them, burning hot and sticky as tar, melting through any resistance they have, setting ablaze their paranoia and terror, which consumes them.
• "Reader. Come back. NOW!"
• Their foot only slides back by a fraction, yet that's all it takes-
• CRACK!
• The ledge crumbles beneath them, sending them down like a comet crashing to earth, their wings splayed in a futile attempt to slow the fall, then liquid night surrounds them, studded with freezing white stars and sharp crystals, bubbles and frothy pink left in their wake...
• The world around them is silent, wrapped up in snow and bathed in milky light when they awake. The wind brushes against them, sending chills through their half-drowned body. Water gurgled up from their lungs, splattering warm liquid and murky silt onto the frosted, rocky dirt. It doesn't take much more to drag themself up, their wings laid crookedly around them like a fallen cloak, and soon they staggered off into the snow-brushed trees, leaving behind nothing more than frozen anguish and freezing memories...
• They make it far enough as they travel those first few weeks, enough so that they stumble into a worn, wet shed, hiding away from the blinding snowstorm that roars and wails around them. The shed doesn't hold any heat, yet they can't force themself to look for better shelter. What they do find are a sharp, large pair of shears, rusted and cold to the touch. And Reader is struck by a thought, which soon turns to a decision-
• If they ever want to live, to hide amongst people and try to survive... their wings can't stay. Their wing that had been broken was even worse than it was before, possibly unfit for flight ever again... And the other/s isn't /aren't much better, worn and bedraggled. Both are heavy weights on them, useless now... So really... why keep them? Their wings won't be able to help them in any way anymore, and if anyone sees them, they're as good as dead. So with those thoughts in mind... they lift the base of their first wing into the mouth of the shears, and with a swift push and wet crunch-
• Their wing falls to the floor, ebony and garnet gore spattering across the floors and walls, their loss soon followed by a sharp scream... And then the next wing is hefted up, and the small world is soon bathed in red...
• When the snowstorm ends, Reader slowly stumbles out, their shirt torn and new gashes in their back, one less burden weighing them down. It doesn't take them more than an hour to find a small cottage, dusty and worn down, yet still cozy and warm from the harsh winds and frozen slush outside. Dusting off the few couches and chairs, Reader soon settles in, dragging blankets and sheets onto one settled by the small fireplace, curling themself up into the dryness and warmth the soft, fuzzy cloths bring...
• And slowly, they settle into the world around them. They gather nuts and rabbits and mushrooms they find over the next few months, slowly building up stock on the edible fungi and nuts, adding soft pelts and fresh fish as well, and take their findings to the snow-locked town beyond the wintery forest. The people don't ask many questions, aren't very open, but they happily accept the fresh food with little grumbling, paying Reader for what they brought. And then they keep doing it, even hunting small deer and foxes and fish for those who weren't able to reach the stores or catch any themselves... So they slowly start to accept Reader. They don't turn them away or charge them extra for food anymore. They start paying them a little extra for the better pelts and larger meats... Reader even manages to make a small business, bringing food to those trapped by snow and ice, being able to sell or barter shells and stones they pick up from a lake nearby...
• Yet after about three years... Their nightmares come back for them.
• Reader doesn't know how they were found, nor how their demons were the ones to find them, yet somehow, someway, they did... People, the ones they hoped they would never see again, who they wished would go far away, to disappear, were at their cottage. The moment they see them, they try and take a step closer... But Reader swiftly turns heel and runs, heading straight into the freezing woods that surround them.
• They don't stop when they hear shouting, nor when the sound of flapping and footsteps echo behind them. Even as their heart picks up speed and their terror burns through their blood, they don't stop. As the snow whips through the woods, sending frozen flakes falling thickly through the branches, they don't slow down. Their feet are swift, their steps unhalted by wings or doubts. Yet their steps are frozen when they something lands on them, sending them both into the chilling snow all around them.
• Reader struggles, trying to push themself up yet being unable. Hands soon press down on them, pinning them to the frozen earth. "Get off!" Reader yells, bucking and biting at whoever has them in their grasp.
• "Kid, stop fightin' me!" shouts a familiar voice, and Reader feels a new sense of dread fill them, sending them into a panicked flurry. "Kid, please, stop strugglin' fer a minute! Yer gonna hurt yerself-"
• Reader kicks out, soon clawing themself out from under their captor... who is one of their old mentors, one of their past abusers... Another one alights into the slurry of sharp white and biting ice, peering at them with sharp eyes. Reader hisses, backing away carefully, not taking their eyes off of either one for a moment... Then they're whirling around in a snow-dusted blur, scrambling past-
• Only to be caught by strong hands, which pull them back into the scuffed clearing.
• "Cub, just calm down fer a minute-! Ya aren't in danger, yer not gonna be hurt, yer safe-" Reader only screeches, wriggling and scratching at the hands keeping them from their escape. "Shhh, i know, I know, this is all scary an' new an' isn't the best way ta go 'bout this, but ya aren't listening to us-" One of the hands touches their back, then freezes. Soon the person holding them goes still, then their hands are tugging at their shirt, trying to get it off.
• "Get off me! Get off!" Reader screams, fighting harder, only for their other past mentor to hold them still. Something cuts through their shirt, tearing the fabric- And then their back is bare, save for the few bandages that cover their upper chest, showing their scars to the world.
• Something touches at their back, tracing one of the scars... and then the grip on then tightens, panic filling the voices of their captors.
• "Sh*t-! Kid, cub, what is this? What happened? Why- why can't I see yer wings- cub, they-they aren't here, where are they-?"
• Reader feels tears filling their eyes, their stomach twisting at being partially naked and unable to break free. "... I don't have them. Now... get off..."
• "Cub, kid, kitten, what do ya mean? Don't- they- they aren't... they weren't..." He trails off, a soft noise rumbling up. Reader feels another soft, cool touch along their scars, followed by a low whine. "No... nonononono..." The arms and hands are soon wrapped around them, upset noises warbling out like a distressed animal. Reader takes that moment to snap, struggling harder. They're dropped, only to be picked back up and held in a firm embrace. "No, no cub, ya can't leave, yer hurt, yer missing yer-" A strangled noise escapes him, but he continues. "We can't leave ya like this, cub, we can't. Now please, please, stop fightin'... please..."
• Reader only fights harder, scratching and snapping and kicking at the hold on them. A wounded noise escapes one of their captors, then in a moment, something sharp sinks into their arm. Reader freezes up.
• "Shhh... don't worry, 'kay? We just need ya ta calm down... It was only a small sedative, cub, just enough to help ya relax a little... That's it, just take deep breaths..."
• Tears trail down Reader's face, a sob pushing past their lips as they struggle further, shoving and clawing as they try to break loose from the firm embrace. That only earns another wounded noise, leaving Reader weakly hissing. Their head starts to feel clouded, their fear being smoothed out to discomfort. Another hand is carding through their hair, leaving them softly whining. Their thoughts keep slipping through, melting from frozen ice to lake water to soft puddles... They hiss one more time, weakly snapping at whoever... whatever... mmmm... something, that holds them... Their face feels cold and wet... Hrrrmmmmph... They feel all soft and cold and chilly an... hhhhhh... They eyes slip shut, their mind muddling further. Everything feels weird... it's all fluffy and wet and cold... but their back is against something warm, and something warm is on their head, aaaaand their head is feeling weird and syrupy and all sweet... Hhhhhmmmm... Heh.... Sweet and syrupy and honey and molasses and bees and...
• With a last tired sigh, Reader slips into unconsciousness, soon relaxing into the hold on them... The two older ferals can't help but wrap their cub up with one of their coats, trying to keep the already-freezing kid warm. The two trudge back through the thick sheets of snow, tracking down the kids who came with them... They find them still as stones, staring at an old, broken-down shed. They come closer, trying to figure out what's scared them... Only to find the remains of bloodied, broken wings, surrounded by blackish stained wood, the heavy scent of iron still clinging to the rotten wood...
• They carefully collect them, carefully comforting the kids and keeping Reader cradled against one of them while the other handles their cub's wings... When they start to head back, they realize they have a lot of healing to do for their cub... This time theyll keep them safe. They'll keep them warm, they'll take care of them, they'll accept what their beliefs- But they aren't letting them go back. They can't leave them alone. They can't risk letting them hurt themself further. They won't hurt them, they won't yell, they'll be soft and gentle, they promise. Maybe they'll have to keep their cub a little tired, enough to not fight them or hurt themself... Yet if it means they'll be able to heal, to feel better... Then it's worth it. They won't fail them again...
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issa-pheonyx · 4 months
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Yandere!James Sunderland X GN!Reader [SH]🔪
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𝗜'𝗺 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗞𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗶 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗦𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗛𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝟮 𝗥𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗞𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗶 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝘆𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿. 𝗔𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀, 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆, 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗝𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 >:𝟯
▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌
-To make it easier you were one of Mary's close friends. You supported James when he was in aid and trying his best to make his wife happy until her last breathe. Your interactions with James was...not awkward it mainly, because of Mary. Though you can sense a tension coming off from him like avoiding eye contact from you, keeping his distance away from you when you are both alone and Mary was off doing something, etc. That kind of thing
-You assume he was just really shy around people Mary knows closely. So, you just keep conversations short and simple with him to not overwhelm him, but it seemed to work as he slowly builds up more communication between the two of you. However, Mary saw something else...she saw him to be more bright and happy when you came around to help her so that James can catch a break. That is when she became more snappy with James. He predicted that her snappiness was her sickness getting into her head, feeling useless and in chronic pain
-All of a sudden you received a phone call from James claiming he will be going to Silent Hill to visit for Mary's sanity. Stating she misses the town and has been calling to her for the weekend. You thought it was weird and decided to call right away. The phone picks up and it was Mary, questioning if it was true or not, and she said yes, enthusiastically. Some part of you still feel like something is going to happen, but you let it go and told her to stay safe
-The weekend has passed and they have not returned when you came over to talk about what went down in Silent Hill. Your heart rates increases with such anxiety that you decided to go to Silent Hill yourself to find James and Mary. When you did though it was rather eerie and ominous from the foggy town. You spotted James' car, but not no one inside. Investigating his car you saw nothing out of suspicion, so you're plan was to find James and Mary yourself
-Never did you think you would be dealing with monsters. There was these nurses and Pyramid Head figures every once in a while, but you managed to be sneaky and have them avoid you by throwing items to distract them. Slowly, you were getting clues from James and Mary's whereabouts. Yet, it seemed like it was intentional from finding a key to a hotel room #312. You heard crying on the other end and it sounded like James, so you quickly insert the key and turn the knob to get inside,"James!?" But, it was coming from the TV of James crying next to the bed where Mary was laying down, lifelessly, with a pillow on her face. That's when you realized James smothered her and did not return home due to his responsibility murdering his wife
-After that you were cautious with James if you find him or he finds you first. However, it seems like you end up running into each other. "James!?" His eyes were glum and dark, but changed to this twinge of hope and creepily happy to see you. He immediately holds you into a tight embrace that you couldn't escape. "You were looking for me. Thank god." His face was in the crook of your neck as his hot breathe warmed up your flesh
-You were nervous to ask him what happened with Mary. Thinking it could be just the haunted-weird town playing tricks on you. James was really REALLY protective and clingy with you. Following you like a damn lost puppy and would tell you to stand behind him when there are monsters, so he can beat/shoot them off. He would always ask you: "Did I do good?" "You think they're dead? I did it, right?" "You okay? I saw you were a little nervous."
-BEGS for praises (if the previous bullet doesn't say enough) like the way he questions you or gives you a look like ":D" just so you can tell him he did amazing and thanking him for saving your life. But, you attempt to imply anything in relations with Mary like saying: "You know I haven't found Mary yet...I hope she is okay." "I hope Mary finds us like we found each other." James would go back to his mopey-gloomy expression as he coldly replies to: "Yeah.." "She's fine on her own." "I'm sure she left the town before us."
-Eventually, you confronted James what you saw at the hotel room, because it has been eating you up worse and worse. James eyes widen, his mouth became dry, and throat hoarse as he tried to bring out words. Shit, just word vomit. "I-I...erm I didn't-" You showed him the room key #312 and his shoulders went slump as he confesses killing Mary. You were mad, disgusted, shocked, and sad-emotional turmoil all over. Yet, as much as you despised it the only way to get out of here is by sticking to his side since he knew his way around before. Plus, you don't want to end up being killed by him if he tried anything
-You can secretly plot your escape by tricking him that you won't be leaving him, but in the end of it all with James killing off Maria (that is for another time) he is heavily delusional and believes that you are leaving with him together from the town. Instead he wants to stay in Silent Hill with you. He doesn't mind the monsters he can kill them off. He can figure things out to maintain survival and necessities for you both (mainly you though). This is now your nightmare. You have to face your fears...which is escaping from James. Not from the town itself...
▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌
𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣
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ystrike1 · 1 year
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The Silent Daughter of a Duke and the Cold Emperor ~ The Child I Found in My Past Life Became the Emperor ~ - By Bekio (8/10)
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I love it when a reincarnation story makes sense. It also takes place in an established universe and NONE of the characters are inserts from the modern world. It's cute, quirky, and very dark. I didn't peg the love interest as a yandere until his full backstory was revealed.
Lady Eleanora, an unwanted child of a nobleman, used to be a hideous monster named Pie. She likes her new life, but her snotty family thinks she's miserable because they... frankly look down on her. Pie was a homeless vagabond, so living in a smaller house with unfashionable dresses is no problem for her.
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Eleanora is dense, but it's in a fun way. She doesn't feel all that attached to her family naturally, because she used to live alone in the woods. She thinks life as a noble lady is rather silly and boring, but she's not a jerk about it. She still does her duties as a daughter. The mistreatment she goes through doesn't affect her much at all. Some of the humor in this is above average.
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Ok, so to be clear Pie has moved on with her life. She's fine with her life as Eleanora. She only had one friend in her former life. A lost boy who kept his identity a secret. His name was Ham. It was a nickname of course, and he gave her the name Pie for an equally random reason. Their relationship was super sweet, but Eleanora thinks he is not her concern. It's been many years. The boy has either grown up or died.
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Eleanora still has her hick accent. Hahahaha. It's not a bad joke and it's helpful. Her voice is easy to recognize, even though she doesn't look like a monster anymore. She's pretty but unpopular because of her family. They spread bad rumors about their own daughter. Sofia, her younger sister, is favored over her because her father remarried.
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Ham grew up and became the Emperor, Alexei. He is known for his coldness. He took as much power as he could, because he wants to execute everyone who caused Pie's death. I think he maybe did it already. There was a pretty big time skip.
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Here's what happened. Young prince Alexei was murdered, but his mother gave him resurrection powers. He can only be killed under very specific circumstances. So, Alexei dies in the woods multiple times before Pie finds him. Here's the saddest part. Pie was never a monster. She was just a deformed human girl, who left her village because "her appearance was causing trouble for her parents"
....sad...
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Ham is very happy with Pie, but he cannot let go of his hate. Pie just says that she enjoys his company. If he does have a bad side that's ok. As long as he respects her and treats her well. Most people run screaming at the sight of her, so she appreciates him.
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After Pie is killed by his Knights, who invaded the forest to find him, he feels guilty. He really loved Pie, and he also doesn't trust anyone. The Knights who came for him had ulterior motives as well. Nobody really cares for him. They just need him. Big difference. Anyway he's a really tough guy now. He's nearly impossible to kill. Only death by aging can get him, basically.
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Alexei is devoted to Pie, even though she is dead. He has no thoughts of love. Only revenge and his power. His servants fear him. He's unpopular with fussy nobles because he's impossible to corrupt. He has a goal he will not let go of. I'm sure that he's managed to kill a bunch of the Knights already, but that's not going to be super relevant...
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Pie is back. He...might let go of his darkness and be happy with her. Eleanora doesn't recognize him. He recognizes her first, and he's very happy. Also, Pie/Eleanora can communicate with magical beasts. She is a powerful and beautiful potential Empress. I like this kind of reincarnation plot. It's like a classic fairy tale. True love over beauty. Griffons everywhere. The atmosphere is nice!
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brittle-doughie · 29 days
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The beasts, sealed away, punching the air while Y/N cookie accepts Elder Faerie’s proposal and the wedding after.
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Today is not a good day for the Beasts
You tell him that you do. That you wished to be married to him, now and forever.
The faerie priest asks if Elder Faerie Cookie will do the same.
“I do. Truly, I want nothing more then to be by your side, through the darkest of hours and the brightest of peaks. You, the wonderful cookie who helped saved the Silver Kingdom. And me, the guardian of the silver tree. Together, we may watch over this land as King and King/Queen.”
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Shadow Milk Cookie is seething. Hell, all of the Beasts were as they watched from their prisons.
“HOW?! MY PLAN WAS PERFECT! HE…ALL OF THEM WERE SUPPOSED TO LOSE!”
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Red Spice Cookie, from within their prison, is trying with all his might to break free. Rage is all he could feel, it feels like his own dough is burning from the sight…
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Mystic Flour Cookie sighed solemnly. It looked like Shadow Milk Cookie had failed to convert you fully, a shame that you saw significance in these lesser cookies. Why settle for less? It was beneath a cookie like you.
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Cut them all down. That was the plan Silent Salt could conjure up in their head. Destroy every single cookie in their way, reduce them to bits. Remind them why there can only be few cookies that could protect you and it would certainly not be Elder Faerie Cookie…
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The other Beasts should be lucky they don’t share a prison with Eternal Sugar Cookie, who’s currently in emotional agony as she struggles to brute force her way out of her prison. She has to watch the brightest light she’s seen getting married right before her eyes. It made her want nothing more then to BURN THE WHOLE KINGDOM DOWN weep into her hands, unable to think of anything else but to MUTILATE ALL OF THEM think of you and what could’ve been…
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Silent hill time, so Darling is Silent Hill and meets James. They decide to help each out but it seems like Pyramid Head is fixated on Darling, which makes her terrified (I mean who wouldn't be?) So basically James against Pyramid Head? Since PH is part of James I think that would be kinda hard for Darling. -🐈anon
This has very interesting implications so sure! I am sorry the end is garbage, this was mostly just me exploring the idea since I found it really cool.
Yandere! James Sunderland vs Pyramid Head
Pairing: Romantic - Rivalry
Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Obsession, Violence, Trauma, Guilt, Manipulation, Delusional behavior, Stalking, Overprotective behavior, Possessive behavior, Attempted murder, Dubious relationship.
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A rivalry between James and Pyramid Head creates an interesting dynamic.
Pyramid Head is part of James, a manifestation of his guilt... his tormentor.
Having them both go after you is like two sides of one coin.
James may be calmer, softer, and more caring.
While Pyramid Head is rougher, violent, and possessive.
Everyone finds their way to Silent Hill for one reason or another.
Most of the time to find something or someone.
They have a purpose and reason for being there.
You have your own reasons for going but either way... you meet James.
Silent Hill is filled with all sorts of different monsters created by the trauma of others.
Even the people in the town are paranoid, all there for their own reasons.
When you meet James you're weary of him.
Yet the man appears to be calmer than the rest of the people here.
More confused than anything, actually.
With some minor chat about the town and all the weird stuff happening in it you two convince each other to stick around.
James even asks if you've seen the monsters.
Even though I imagine the monsters are different for everyone, for this concept you also see what James sees.
James is mostly a quiet man when it comes to his past.
You don't even learn about who he set out to look for until later.
All he tells you is he's here for a reason... you reply with the same response.
Something brought you here... maybe it was even fate that you met James?
James is bad at consoling others yet he does try to look after you as you travel together.
James is a depressed, delusional, and reckless man.
Despite this, James himself shows the softer side of his yandere type.
He genuinely cares for your safety in this town.
Even more so when he hallucinates to the point of seeing you as his wife.
James feels he should protect you from the horrors of this town.
You're a young woman who appears just as confused as he is...
He just wants to... protect you from these demons.
James himself displays his overprotective and caring tendencies as a yandere.
In a way, him protecting you from the monsters of Silent Hill is like him trying to defend you from his inner demons.
He is the type of person for you to run to when you feel threatened.
He's appears harmless... yet not quite.
James is still the person who manifested Pyramid Head.
A beast you meet later in your journey.
Pyramid Head is a manifestation of James' toxic traits.
When you meet the monster it's stalking you and James from the shadows.
James may even say it's been following him.
Pyramid Head is much worse than normal James.
The beast follows you like a hungry animal.
It lumbers towards you at times with strange deep breathing.
Pyramid Head appears to be overly aggressive, possessive, and violent towards James.
It's an executioner, one made to punish the man of his sins.
Towards James, it yearns to hurt and kill.
Towards you... the beast expresses desire.
It's still rough with you but doesn't entirely try to hurt.
The monster grabs at you in desperation when it sees you, it roughly tries to take you for its own desires.
Pyramid Head is a monster created by James... yet James also tries to defend you from it.
It's sad yet oddly poetic.
Despite this you are correct, this pair up would be difficult as you could never fully get away from them.
James keeps you close to him as he feels he has to protect you.
Plus he begins to see you as the wife he lost to his own selfishness.
James is delusional... maybe his wife really did die.
Maybe you're her reincarnation... and he was meant to meet you (as insane as that sounds....)
As James' obsession gets worse, Pyramid Head gets fiercer.
As the two are connected, both obsessions fester the same.
As James begins to fall more in love with you in his delusions... Pyramid Head grows more restless in pursuing you.
Things may get worse and worse until one of two things happen:
James overcomes his inner demons and sticks with you after...
Or you both succumb to Pyramid Head.
The overall idea of this concept is what makes things interesting.
For the most part it is your typical yandere rivalry.
But the fact it's technically James fighting with himself is what's cool.
Part of him wants to cater and pamper you... hoping to heal his inner pain this way.
The other part wants to harm others to keep what he wants... the part that's a monster.
James came to Silent Hill to find his wife... yet in the end he found you to fill that empty void...
Unfortunately this means you're caught in the crossfire of a war between him and the monster he could be if left unchecked.
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Hey! I’m new to requesting so sorry if its not the best idea.
Maybe a reader who lived in a small village during when the beasts still roamed, but the reader was obvious about what they look like. And when the beast become corrupted, the only village that was not touched was the readers. But then the reader finds out that the 5 cookies that would come over a lot to visit the reader during and after the corruption are the beasts and therefore the reader cookie gets scared and flees the village? Sorry if this is long it’s just an idea I’ve had rotate in my mind since the beast yeast release
English is not my first language sorry for the bad spelling
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You often times had visitors in your little village, 5 mysterious Cookies. You were the local baker of the village, and they always came to seek you out, wanting to munch on the treats you had. Sometimes, they'd come all at once, sometimes alone, sometimes in duos.
They often paid you way too much, or gave you way too many nice items in exchange for your baked goods. You often tried to stop them, but they never took no for an answer.
But then.. the Beasts began to roam, causing chaos and destruction wherever they went, tearing things apart, slicing Cookies down.
You more often than not confined yourself into your bakery. Those five Cookies would still visit, though they were a little different. You didn't heed it, though. Times were different now.
Then.. all that remained was your village. Slowly, you put two-and-two together and fear filled you.
You fled. Ran as far as your legs could take you as you heard panicked and angered screams. Shrieks from the Beasts. Raging about how they should've taken you before.
You ran, ran, and ran. Hiding in places you could until, finally, word came out about how the Beasts were sealed away. Carefully, you emerged from your hiding and went to a place you hoped was safe - the Silver Kingdom.
Surely, you'd be safe there..
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