Sphinx!Xiao, who finds you stranded in the desert after your research group gets separated. A pack of wild coyote hybrids thought to be amicable, if not friendly towards humans attacked your camp in the middle of the night and sent you running aimlessly into the sand plains without time to gather food or water, let alone distress flares. By the time you stumble onto a wind-beaten temple, you're freezing, dehydrated, and exhausted. You barely have the strength to drag yourself up the meager steps and through the degraded doorway before you collapse on the sandstone floor, only able to hope that, by some miracle, a search party would be able to find you before you died of exposure. A search party doesn't find you, obviously, but Xiao does.

Sphinx!Xiao, who refuses to show himself for days. You only know he's there by the gifts he leaves you - cactus pears, palm dates, flasks of water and bitter wine that burns your throat as it goes down. It's not much, but it's enough to keep you alive, and you're too desperate to turn down anything he gives you. He's generous, too, giving you more than enough to get by while you're still in that state of bleary half-consciousness. You think he can tell that survival's not your area of expertise, that if you were left to your own devices, it'd only be a matter of time before you ate something poisonous or wandered into a bobcat den. That, or you're just pathetic enough to earn a few sand-covered blankets on top of the bare necessities.

Sphinx!Xiao, who lets you fawn over him with a purse-lipped scowl when you do finally manage to corner your elusive savior. You honestly just want to thank him, but once he's in front of you, you can't help grinning as you rake your fingers through the ivory feathers of his massive wings and scratch at the bases of his rounded ears. You've never so much as heard of a creature with both the wings and eyes of a bird-based hybrid and the legs, tail, and fangs of a cat-based hybrid, so you can't stop yourself from treating him like the eighth wonder of the world (unintended affection a touch-starved Xiao secretly basks in, not that you notice the pale blush painted across his skin while you're performing a remarkably thorough investigation on the color of his paw-pads).

Sphinx!Xiao, who stand-offish at best, reclusive at worst. He's clearly not used to having someone to talk to, his voice rough and his dialogue usually limited to one-word phrases or barked orders, but you can usually manage to string along your brief conversations on your own, either wondering aloud when you might be rescued or telling him about all the things you're going to do when you make it back to civilization. For every hour you spend fantasizing about baths and take-out and air conditioning, he spares a few words about himself. From what you can gather, he's a guardian of-sorts, meant to protect people like you from a threat he claims you couldn't begin to understand. You're not really in a place to question him, considering you didn't even know a hybrid like him could exist a few weeks ago.

Sphinx!Xiao, who also claims he's not allowed to 'meddle in human matters', meaning he can't help you beyond making sure you don't starve to death. You've asked him if he's seen anyone looking for you while hunting, but he's never given you a straight answer, and when you suggest that he just, say, put that twenty-foot wingspan to use and drop you off on the edge of the nearest town or village, he just scowls, rolls his eyes, refuses to say anything at all. You want to press the subject, sometimes, but you really can't afford to annoy him, to make yourself even more of an irritation to him than you already are. You wouldn't survive a day out here, on your own. You wouldn't survive without Xiao.

Sphinx!Xiao, whose gifts have been getting more... modern, recently. Luxuries are still few and far between, but you have a small store of canned food, now, a couple fleece blankets that don't seem at least a decade old, bits of scrap metal and glass that must've caught Xiao's eye. You try not to pry, not to turn down anything he gives you, but his most recent gift - a half-crushed, silver wedding band with an odd, scarlet stain you can't seem to polish away - hasn't seen the light of day since he dropped it into your hand.

Sphinx!Xiao, who keeps his wings wrapped around you as you sob into his shoulder and beat your fists against his chest. You're not in the temple anymore, dilapidated and open, but his den - a hellish, lightless cave filled to bursting with golden jewelry and century-old artifacts and scraps of metal and clothing that couldn't have come from anything but human travelers, from dozens upon dozens of people who could've saved you if he hadn't gotten in the way.

Sphinx!Xiao, who hums and coos and purrs as he rubs circles into your back, as he promises that he's not going to hurt you, that he's not going to let anything hurt you ever again.

Sphinx!Xiao, who's always been a guardian, first and foremost. It's just that now, he's decided it's his responsibility to guard you.

I feel like I bother my darling. He became slow at responding to my messages. Maybe he has another person in his life that he rather be with. Oh I hate overthinking. Please just look at me. I’m all you need. No one else. Please be mine forever and ever. You belong to me. Not them. They don’t love you like I do. They won’t care for you like I do. Be mine.

Comic: Aporia

I am your prophet and you are my God.

Alone //Yandere!Ghost!Zexion x reader//

Neglected, detest, forsaken, disregarded.

Those are all really to some extent the same as saying, that I was unloved and left to rot in this colossal library. My family -for lack of a better term- had all been brutally murdered. Ironically by a kid no older than I had been at the time. One, by one their souls, untethered from their cadavers. Floating up higher and higher until they were no more. Yet mine was left to decay in its inconsolable state. So I wait,  wait for what I do not know. I've read each book a trillion times, over and over again till I swear the ink drained from the pages and sunk deep into my memory. I've died but once, yet lead a thousand lonely lives. What's the true value of a tale if, you can never truly kiss the heroine or laughe with the secondary characters you call companions. Life is lonely that's a naked truth. And somehow I now float corrected, hiding behind the shelves. For you see while my family's souls were bonded to noting but mere flesh. My soul had -of course by accident- been bonded to a book. The very book, you right now hold in soft tender hands, caring for it as if it was adamant. Are you by chance like me? Solo in a sorrowful world. I admit that I am rather depressed, two hundred years of solitude does that to a man. On multiple occasions, I've attempted to destroy that vile liver. Burned it, ripped it, broken the spin. It still stands. Never freeing me from my prison. Yet you seem to wield some key, to free me from isolation. You've noticed everything up until now, no detail conceals from your sight. You've restored the Lexicon to its precursory condition. Caring for it and in doing so, you've shown me that I mustn't be always alone. Mine, mine, mine, mine.                                                                                  Only one word determines your future. I will peel your meat suit away and bond you eternally to me. A couplet we'll be in the crossroad world. Together forever and never alone.

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I gave you my body.

I gave you, the trust.

Every day, every day I would continue the same, self-degrading cycle.

I'd pull on my shortest skirts, my tightest tops, everyday, thinking,

"This will impress him."

"I'm the only one who can make him stare."

"He would love this, I know he will."

Just for you, out of any of those boys, you threw me out.

I know, I know, I'm such a slut.

I'm just you're toy, a dumb little plaything to tear apart and throw out when you're done.

You call me a slut. You call me a whore.

What makes me so sick, is that I wanted to be one. I wanted to be a slut for you. I thought you'd like it. I thought you wanted a whore.

So, I gave you a whore. I gave you a slut. I gave you a body. My fucking body.

I'm just the dumb girl. I'm just the dumb girl that boys use, throw around, and tear apart when they've had their satisfied fill.

I'm so fucking sick, of my one sided dissatisfaction.

After tormenting years of hating myself, I somehow grow the confidence in my body. Just for it to be used, torn, and thrown away.

I'm

so

fucking

sick

of

it.

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I’m in love with you and all these little things.

Slowly makes this a yanderecore/vent combo blog

Hello everyone! This is my mental illness / yandere / crush blog for my crush, who I'll call my Bunny! 💖 My current partner has asked me to get over my crush on her, and it's making me go crazy!

I'd love some yandere mutuals! 💕

If I can’t have you, no one can.

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