#yandere silent hill 2
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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.
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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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
[Horror Masterlist]
"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."
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".
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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𝔜𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔓𝔶𝔯𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔡 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡 ℌ/ℭ𝔰
Tw: Somewhat religious themes, mentions of abuse, and unhealthy relationships.
⋆♱✮♱⋆ ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ ⋆♱✮♱⋆
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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Yandere!James Sunderland X GN!Reader [SH]🔪
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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P3dophilia
Sc4t/watersports
Ag3play
list of the media i write for:
Call of Duty
The Last of Us
Red Dead Redemption
House of Wax
The Texas Chainsaw Massacre
Resident Evil
The Witcher
Silent Hill
Peaky Blinders
Interview with the Vampire
Outlast
Prison Break
The Evil Within
Far Cry 5
Legend of Zelda
Stranger Things
Twilight
also will be doing certain character concepts, mostly yandere ones, but for example a yandere soldier or a yandere farmer!!
#masterlist#cod mw2#yandere#peaky blinders#far cry 5#resident evil#red dead redemption 2#the last of us#house of wax 2005#the witcher#the texas chainsaw massacre#silent hill#interview with the vampire#outlast#prison break#the evil within#the legend of zelda#stranger things#twilight
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I’m literally in love with silent hill and it concepts movies and games and music… and and and and and and and and and and andbshaksndbsnsn I . LOVE . SILENT . HILL
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I especially loved it when Coryxkenshin would use it in any games that get creepy or something aka desert nightmare ( I think I don’t remember ^^;; / little nightmares/ geometry dash ♥️🗣️🗣️
I wish I could play the games but I don’t know how to ( I bought a ps4 to play games just for it to sit on my closet/ AND MY LIL BROTHER NOT HELPING ME HOW TO USE THE CONTROLLER) it’s the fact that pisses me off was that I had a psp when I was younger and my mom pawned it to buy herself some high heels when she had like 50 rotting inside her closet;-; / it makes me so maddd even tho I would only listened to music on there 💀💀😭😭GRRRRR
OH also seeing someone explain like how they were made? Or the ideas of creating those characters LIKE DAYUMMM 😦😦😦😧😧😧
Also when I watched the movies PEAKKK the fact that they only made 2 MOVIES
ALSO SLAYYY QUEEEENSSSS 🤩🤩🤩♥️♥️‼️‼️‼️// WHEN I FIRST SAW I WAS AYOOO ANDREA FROM THE WALKING DEAD THEY COULDVE MADE MOREEEE ESPECIALLYTAGT IT WAS SO GOOD VISUALLY AND CRAP OMYGAHHH >_<
AND SNOTHER THING IS THAT WHY DID THEY TOOK PYRAMID HEAD OUT OF DEAD BY DAYLIGHT MOBILE COUNT YOUR MFJVS DAYS
And in Chicago the weather feeling like it too sheesh mfs all over tt “ in my restless dreams …” MFS UNLOCKING OTHER PEAK DIMENSION SPOTS … MAJESTICAL AHHH PLACES 🗣️🗣️
#yandere silent hill#silent hill#random#me yapping#desert nightmare#coryxkenshin#silent hill 2#pyramid head#dead by daylight#dead by daylight mobile#the walking dead#andrea twd#Youtube
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MY LOVE, MINE ALL MINE (Part One) - Taehyung x Reader
yandere idol! taehyung x reader
delusional taehyung, taehyung x reader, idol taehyung, bts x reader, yandere taehyung, taehyung is in loooovee
Part 1 - Part 2
The cameras, the blinding lights. It was all just too much. Smile.
Smiling on cue, Taehyung entered the red carpet and wave his hand before he moved towards the hallway where the cameras are not blinding him anymore. The hallway was packed with different artists and they were all throwing that same smile when he entered the room. Like they were out to get him, be with him, or take anything from him.
“Hi, Taehyung! So how’s the event for today?” A microphone popped right in front of his face, and the recording camera was behind the person holding it.
I just got here for fuck sake.
Taehyung smiled at the reporter, as if he was not caught off guard at all. “It was great. I’ve been looking forward to attend this Gala, and I’m glad that I got the invite so here I am.”
“Of course you’re going to be invited! You’re the Kim Taehyung. Everyone would want you as a guest. Well, I would.”
Cue, laugh.
Taehyung laughed a little showing his pearly white teeth, the reporter laughed along with him. And after the short (but long enough) interview he got to his seat, politely bows and smile, and if he was talked to he responded as normal as he could. He always skip the after party, and went straight home. Saying he can’t hold a drink and people would coo at him, but shit can he drink a lot. He just didn’t like people.
Especially drinking with people.
His therapist and PR coach had troubles training him when he first rise in fame. They both think that he lacked empathy and has antisocial tendencies. So his therapist begin to work with his inner mind and his PR coach work with his gestures. It was clear one was a success and the other was far from it, turned out empathy was not his strongest suit. But he still keeps his therapist around as a way to keep him silent.
When he arrived at his house, he immediately changed his attire to all black from the top of his head to his soles. He masked himself with a pair of glasses, mask, and a hat covering all of his hair. He took a peak from outside of his window. Perfect, he had thought as he looked at the grey sky. He called his driver to take him.
He went to a restaurant that he visited often, it was actually a walking distance from his house but he wouldn’t want to risk walking here and be caught by paparazzi. It was run by an old man, old enough that he never said anything to Taehyung and Taehyung wasn’t sure if he understood the currency because he sold the drinks in a concerning price. But Taehyung didn’t complain, he loved this place and to make sure the business is running he always pays double the amount. He sold traditional drinks and privacy, both of them are what Taehyung wanted.
The place was not an ideal restaurant whatsoever, deserted with no customer inside almost all of the time. Taehyung can only guess that the old man has no energy to do marketing or even interact with customers. Only sign he knew that the old man is still there somewhere was every time Taehyung came here he always points upstair, he’s guessing that the old man was letting him know his usual spot was empty. And Taehyung would just bow to it and ventured upstair.
It was a decent spot for him, a balcony where he can sit and there’s a long table on the railing. The view was quite nice and most of all quiet, just some hills and a little green but with city from a far. He heard the stairs creaked one by one slowly from the inside. The old man was getting up here. Taehyung was in no rush as he pulled up a pack of cigarettes and begin lighting one up. In here he paid no mind, no one’s rushing him.
Ting!
The old man finally arrived with the set of drinks that Taehyung usually drink. He bowed to him and the old man nodded before he headed back inside.
After a while he started getting tipsy, his body felt warm despite the cold weather from the rain. The scenery was calming him down and the quiet-
Ting!
The bell behind him chimes signing someone just opened the door to the balcony. Taehyung froze, the door never opened twice.
He lifted up his drink to his lips in a poised manner to make a sort of covering for the bottom half of his face. But before he turned around, a voice interrupted his hearing again.
“Sorry.” It said.
The person entering his view was a girl holding one bottle and one cup in her hands. She took a seat two seats right besides him, as there are only three seats including his.
She nodded in a polite manner towards Taehyung, which he nodded back with a drink still on his lips. But contrary to what he was used to, he was met with a nonchalant expression on her face. But he was no fool, there was a slight chance that the girl was a fan of him or a journalist.
To be cautious, he slides of his cigarette pack and lighter from his table.
“Hi, are you from around here? I never noticed anyone here before.” Taehyung started a conversation without fully thinking. But he was avoiding a future hassle, one where he would be portrayed as a cocky artist (worst, one who smoke cigarettes too, if she were to notice earlier).
“I’m not. This is my grandpa’s house,” she replied, casting a ghost smile without meeting him in his eyes. Her expression almost guarded as she didn’t seem like too happy to be talked to.
Taehyung was confused. He didn’t want to be rude either. He didn’t know what to do, he had never actually had an unprompted meeting with anyone like this and he didn’t have the thinking gears to read the room. It was his PR team’s job.
He bit his lips in a silent thought. The girl didn’t even look at him, and when she talked to him she wasn’t even facing him fully. Was she just aloof? or was she feigned to be one in order to get him. She seemed guarded for some reasons.
“Oh, the man from downstairs?”
“Yes.”
Silence. Taehyung was thinking what to say next. He didn’t know why he gave a ton of shit right now, but maybe it’s the fact that this was the only place where he can enjoy drinking and he was not about to give it up to some crazy journalists.
“I’m a frequent visitor here. He makes good traditional drink.”
“Indeed. Thank you.” She bowed a little, which Taehyung quickly respond to bowing back a little too quickly for his own liking.
“Where are you from?” He asked again, making sure his tone is super friendly, that friendliness was puking out from it.
“I’m usually, uuh, out there, but I stay with my grandpa when I’m in Korea.” She gave a curt smile.
Taehyung faked a gasp. He didn’t know if he should stop because it seemed like she was uncomfortable but he didn’t want to risk it either.
“So you’re serious when you said that you’re not from around here,” Taehyung said. “I see,” he said. He was at loss at what to say next, usually he was the one bombarded with questions.
Silence again.
“Sorry if I was bothering you, I just really liked it here. The place is nice.” It would suck if I can’t go here anymore.
The girl’s eyes widened. “No, no, no. Thank you for the bother- eh, I mean thank you for coming here. And liking the place. Shit.”
Taehyung laughed a little. It was actually funny for some reason. She was bothered but she didn’t want to admit that to him, and it was entertaining to him.
“My name is Taehyung. What’s your name?” Taehyung surprised himself as he reached his hand out for the girl to take.
“Y/n. Err, Jun- just Y/n.” She takes his hand.
Taehyung was beyond amused by her response. He also noted that her hand is cold and was smaller than his. Before he can think any further she let go of his hand pretty fast. He chuckled.
“Okay, just Y/n. I’m just Taehyung, guess we both have the same surname.”
“Hahaha,” she laughed. Her face has embarrassed written all over it, Taehyung smiled a little at being able to get her caught. “I’m Jung Y/n. Sorry.”
“And I’m Kim Taehyung,” he said.
“Nice to meet you, Jung Y/n.” And he didn’t know if he actually was faking it, at this point it was a surprise that he had meant what he said.
The girl laughed awkwardly. Taehyung was skeptical at first, but now he wasn’t sure anymore about what he thought before. He actually believed someone random that have a conversation with him is not a fan.
“So… why did you drink?” Taehyung initiated a conversation. Just to get more information and proved to himself that she is a fan.
“I… I just something came up at work.” She smiled awkwardly, shifted a little as she said that. She looked damn near uncomfortable, but Taehyung wanted to pry more.
He didn’t know what was wrong with him, but getting the girl to talk more was like scratching an itch. It was damn near satisfying and he really wanted to listen to what she has to say.
“Well, that something must have been a hell of a something to get you drinking that much.” Taehyung laughed, before he realized a little too late that the girl was probably embarrassed if he didn’t correct himself quickly. “I mean I was the same you know, no judging here.” Taehyung raised his hand in a surrendering motion, sending one cheeky smile.
The girl looked away, her cheeks had a red hue in it. She was embarrassed. It was weird that Taehyung’s smile stretched the longer he stared at her emotions. She didn’t say much but she was expressive. And Taehyung would like to think that it was genuine, which was something that he didn’t come across often.
Taehyung shook his head, feeling momentarily distracted.
“Your grandpa made an awfully good drinks though,” he said trying to lighten the mood. Y/n looked at him and Taehyung stopped for a moment to catch his breath with the stare he was getting from her. Her eyes light up, he didn’t know it was possible to really tell when someone’s eyes lit up.
“He was very passionate about his drinks, more than the marketing itself.” She shrugged after she said this, looking around the room to get her point across. “And he had a looooot of knowledge in this industry, he had been working under a guru for about 20 years before he started making his own drinks. After that it was just experience.”
Taehyung was agape at his own ability to actually listen to a full sentence from somebody else and not zone out. It has been years that he actually listen to someone else, he can’t even recalled who and when he started zoning out a lot. “Please do continue,” Taehyung said. He wanted to test himself more.
“I… sorry if I talk too much?” Y/n unsure if she should continue, her expression went from excited back to embarrassed again. Taehyung was at awe, how can someone be this readable.
He smiled at his own thoughts about her. She was interesting.
But then maybe it was the drink in his hand.
“No no, please continue I want to hear the rest of it.” Taehyung laughed as he slouched in his own seat, fully turning his chair towards her.
Without him realizing, he was having a full conversation until the sky turned dark and the rain subsided. Y/n. He was memorizing her name, testing it in his tongue and planting it on his brain.
It was like the God was playing at his life, maybe this person would somehow disappoint him in the long run. Taehyung had to just wait for another conversation to prove that he was right all along.
But for now, another drink and another laugh from the girl seemed like a good idea.
#taehyung x reader#bts taehyung#bts x reader#bts yandere#yandere bts#yandere#angst#taehyung#bts fanfic
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Fire (Yandere!Austin!Elvis x Reader)
Summary: You’re a waitress at a popular restaurant in LA. Stressed from long days of working customer service, you sneak up to the worn-out Hollywood sign late at night to be alone. When it seems like someone else has discovered your sanctuary, you’re annoyed until to your relief, the two of you never acknowledge each other’s presence on the opposite ends of the sign. One night, you find that your companion has had much more of an interest in you than you have in him.
Note: This is based on a request by @gyomei-tiddies. Reader is a woman but no specific details about appearance are given. This is a little bit pre-’68 Comeback Special. Elvis isn’t with Priscilla in this, it just works better with the plot. PLEASE look at the warnings. I do not condone this type of behavior in real life. Inspired by the song Fire, which Bruce Springsteen wrote for Elvis to sing. Definitely give it a listen before reading. Requests are open🔮 Do not interact with my blog or posts if you are under 18 or post ED/thinspo content.
Word Count: 5.1k
Warnings: This is a yandere fic, so expect dark themes such as emotional blackmail and obsessive and manipulative behavior, which some people may find disturbing or triggering. Age gap (reader is in her twenties while Elvis is in his thirties). Period typical misogyny. Explicit sexual content which involves coercion. Do not interact if you are under 18.
Part 2
You cursed to yourself as you climbed up the hill to the Hollywood sign in your worn-out work sneakers. The trek was worth it, since it was the one place in the city you could actually be alone and think. You hated Los Angeles, wanted to move out of the plastic city that you could feel destroying your soul. Drawn in by the glamour and promise of perpetual good weather, you decided to go to UCLA after high school. You lasted a semester before dropping out, but too proud to return home with your tail between your legs, you decided to see if you could make it on your own in the City of Angels.
You picked up a waitressing job at one of the busiest diners in LA, thinking it’d just be a temporary gig. That was years ago, and you were still working at Lloyd’s, your dissatisfaction with your life growing as you couldn’t figure a way out. You wanted to try to find a new job, but were always too mentally drained after work to look through the classifieds and didn’t have the time to go to places on your days off because you had so many errands or just wanted to rest. Your job just barely gave you enough to pay the bills, and all the money you’d save toward moving would end up being spent on one emergency or another. You had a roommate who was barely at your shared apartment, working odd hours on movie sets for horrible pay, but you needed a place where you could truly be alone after dealing with rude and entitled people all day.
No one went up to the Hollywood sign at night, not when there were more interesting things to do in Los Angeles. You could count on being alone here, when you weren’t working a night shift, anyway. Every night after work, as exhausted as you were, you’d go to the first ‘O’ of the Hollywood sign and spend an hour or so chain-smoking and ranting to yourself. You knew it wasn’t the most productive use of your time, but you couldn’t afford therapy, so it was the best you could do.
Suddenly, someone else began to appear at the sign, a few letters away from you, and you were pissed. What made their life so miserable that they had to take your place from you? To your relief, besides the first night they arrived, what you assumed was a man’s silhouette waving at you, you never acknowledged each other, and you didn’t always see him when you were there. As long as your silent companion kept his distance at one of the other ‘O’s in the sign, you supposed you wouldn’t mind.
You awoke to your alarm later in the morning, appreciating that you had your preferred shift, 11am to 7pm, which would ensure you got plenty of dinner rush tips and also time to go up to the Hollywood sign. As you got ready for work, you couldn’t shake the weird feeling that loomed over you, making your skin crawl. Attributing it to stress, you attempted to shake it off as you grabbed what you needed from your apartment to make sure you caught the bus on time. You did have a car at one point, but found all of the expenses associated with it ate into your limited budget, and sold it not long after you dropped out of college. While Los Angeles traffic was a nightmare, its public transportation wasn’t nearly as comprehensive as you would have liked it to be.
Zoning out during the 15 minute bus ride to work, you leaned your head against the window and closed your eyes. You knew you wouldn’t miss your stop, as your head bounced against the window when the bus drove over the large pothole that preceded it. Gathering your things, you got up from your seat and made your way to the bus doors.
It was only a two block walk to Lloyd’s Diner from the bus stop, so you couldn’t complain, even on the rare occasion of bad weather. As soon as you stepped off the bus, you could smell the scent of constantly running grill tops and fryers in the air, only growing stronger as you approached the building. Entering through the backdoor to the kitchen, you had to admit the food there was actually good, and being able to bring home orders that got sent back or meals the cooks ‘accidentally’ messed up helped you save money on groceries.
You greeted your coworkers as you clocked in, grabbing your apron off of one of the hooks on the wall and putting your purse in its place. The afternoon was kind of slow, but you didn’t mind, it gave you time to hang out in the kitchen, sitting on an upturned fruit crate to rest in preparation for the inevitable dinner rush.
Things started picking up around the time another waitress, Vivian, came in for her 4pm to midnight shift. You greeted her as you busied yourself with getting orders for your tables. About half an hour later, though, she burst through the kitchen doors, bringing the commotion in the main restaurant with her.
"Y/N! You’re never going to believe who’s here!" Vivian exclaimed, her eyes wide as she smiled brightly.
She’d only been working there a few weeks, and still got excited when celebrities would come in. You remembered being that way too when you first started, until you realized most of them were terrible tippers and really rude. They usually didn’t eat at the diner during the day, preferring to come in late at night and be mostly left alone.
"Who?" you asked in a weak attempt to humor her.
"Elvis Presley!"
"Cool."
"Cool? Just cool?"
"I was always more of a Buddy Holly girl growing up," you said with a shrug.
She curled her lip in a grimace of disbelief. "Buddy Holly?"
"He actually wrote his own songs."
"Well, Not Buddy Holly is in your section, so you better go out there and get the drink orders."
You cursed under your breath, grabbing your notepad and shooting a glare at Vivian’s amused expression. As soon as you walked through the kitchen door, you were "on" with a warm and welcoming smile that you’d perfected over the years. Skillfully, you hid the disdain you felt toward just about everyone who stepped into the place.
Looking at your section, you immediately knew which table was Elvis’ by the small crowd of people that had gathered around. The celebrities that invited attention to themselves were the bane of your existence, as you’d almost always end up getting something knocked out of your hands by one of their annoying fans without so much as an apology. You shoved through the dozen or so people looking to get autographs on their napkins.
"Hi, welcome to Lloyd’s Diner. My name’s Y/N, and I’ll be your waitress today," you said cheerfully. "Can I get you started with some drinks?"
You were determined to get them out of the restaurant as soon as you possibly could. You got their drink orders and booked it to the kitchen to get each of them. You hoped that they would know what they wanted by the time you got back, but usually people didn’t, and you had to awkwardly return a few minutes later just to find out everyone wanted cheeseburgers.
Thankfully, when you brought out the half-dozen drinks, everyone seemed to know their order, some more complicated than others, but on the more manageable side of things. You jotted everything down, sneaking glances at Elvis every now and then. He’s incredibly handsome in person. After you brought the orders to the kitchen, you checked on the other tables in your section and chatted with Vivian, who was trying to convince you to get an autograph for her.
“I’m not going to bother the man while he’s trying to have a meal,” you said, gathering the plates with Elvis’ table’s orders. “Go ask him yourself if you want one so bad.”
“Maybe I will,” Vivian said as she helped you with the plates.
To your surprise, she actually did it, slyly asking for an autograph as she set the dishes down on the table. Elvis seemed happy to oblige, signing a blank page in her notepad to her delight. He looked at you as if he expected you to ask too. Instead, you nudged Vivian with your elbow.
“Let me know if you need anything,” you said, walking away with her.
“Oh, I can’t believe I got Elvis’ autograph!” she exclaimed. “Can you believe he’s single? Y/N, if he were in my section, I’d try to snatch him right up.”
“Why would he want to date a waitress, Viv?”
“Well, maybe not date,” she giggled.
You laughed along with her. “You think he’s good in bed?”
“He has to be!”
The two of you gossiped in the kitchen for a few more minutes, before you realized how much time had passed and ran back out to check on the tables in your section. You went to the ones that were farther along in their meals, ringing up their tabs as needed. Glancing at Elvis’ table, you noticed everyone was mostly finished eating.
“How was everything?” you asked, gathering the empty plates from the table.
Elvis smiled. “Delicious, thank you.”
“Oh, don’t thank me. I just brought it out from the kitchen,” you said with a smile to match his. “I’m so happy that you enjoyed your meals, though. I’ll be sure to let our cooks know.”
“Well ain’t you sweet as sugar? I wish I could take ya home,” a man jeered.
Elvis shot the man a glare, “Hey, cool it.”
“Well, if you’re in the mood for something sweet, we have a great dessert menu. The key lime pie is really popular right now,” you chirped, wishing you could explode the man with your mind. You weren’t about to thank Elvis for his half-assed chivalry either. You just wanted them out of there as soon as possible. “Dessert menu is right next to the napkins. I’ll be right back.”
You brought the dirty dishes back to the kitchen, putting them in the sink and washing your hands. Glancing at the clock, you noticed you only had two hours left of your shift. Your feet were killing you, but you’d be damned if you didn’t go up to the sign still. It was your sanctuary. Not wanting to drag things out longer than you needed to, you went back out to see if they were going to order anything else.
“So, have you decided on dessert?” you asked.
“I’ll take the key lime pie,” Elvis said. “Thank ya, darlin’.”
The rest of the guys at the table ordered other desserts or just coffee, and you quickly moved behind the display case of baked goods, putting the slices of cake and pie on plates, juggling those and the coffee as you returned to the table. Thankfully, there wasn’t anyone crowded around the table, which made setting everything down a lot easier.
“If you need anything else, just let me know. I’ll be back with the check in a minute, but it’s really no rush,” you said.
You went up to the register to ring up everything from their orders. With such a large group, you knew it would end up being a $20 bill, and you’d be lucky if you got a $1 tip out of it. Shifting on your feet, you tried to ignore the aching you felt in your legs. It was your own fault for waiting so long to get new work sneakers, you knew that. You’d be lucky if you made it home that night without them falling apart.
“Thank you so much for coming in. I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day,” you said cheerfully as you put the check in the middle of the table.
You checked on the one other table in your section, which had left you a decent tip for their smaller check. Chatting with one of the busboys who had just come in for his shift, you noticed Elvis and the rest of his table leaving. Your eyes widened when you realized he left you a $10 tip. At least you didn’t have to worry about where the money for your new shoes would be coming from.
You walked into the kitchen, grabbing your purse from the hook you left it on. “Viv, I’m taking my twenty. If anyone tries to get me before it’s over–”
“Hit them with a frying pan,” she said.
“I was going to say tell them to wait, but I like that better,” you said.
Your twenty minute break went by far too quickly for your liking, but when you returned you only had a little over an hour left in your shift, which went uneventfully to your relief.
The night was clear and cool, perfect to walk up to the Hollywood sign despite the wear in your shoes. It was a decent trek from Lloyd’s to the sign, but it gave you extra time to think. You enjoyed not being in a rush to get up there. If anything, the hardest part was walking all the way up the hill, which still took the wind out of you sometimes.
To your surprise, when you got up to the sign that night, the man was already there. Usually he’d get up there later in the night, and you tended to take that as your cue to get going. The change in routine threw you off a bit, but nevertheless, you ignored him and made your way over to your ‘O’. Your rant to yourself was cut short when he began walking closer, and closer, until it was clear he was making a beeline for you.
Your silent companion would occasionally walk around to the different letters, but never too close to you, and never to your ‘O’.
“Go away!” you shouted.
“I wanted to thank you for recommending the key lime pie!” a familiar voice yelled back.
As your no-longer silent companion made his way over to you, your eyes widened. Elvis Presley? You felt like you were being pranked. Surely this couldn’t have been who was up here at the sign with you, but you recognized his silhouette, always the same whenever he was there.
“Are you the one who’s been coming up here all this time?” you asked.
“Yes.” he answered.
“What happened to ignoring each other?”
“I haven’t been ignoring you.”
“What are you talking about?”
"You’re a good liar," he said. "You come up here, cussin’ about how much you hate your job and LA, but goddamn if I didn’t know any better, when I went into Lloyd’s earlier, I’d have thought you were born to be a waitress."
"Oh my god, have you been eavesdropping on me?"
"You’ve never been interested in the other person who comes up here? Who thinks like you?"
"I mind my own business," you said, feeling weirded out that not only had he been listening to what you thought were private rants to yourself, but that he went to your job to see you. You know you said some variation of ‘Fuck Lloyd’s’ several times a night when you’d come up to the sign after work.
"How did you know I was working today?" you asked.
"You come up here every Monday, Tuesday, and Friday night, but only every other Sunday night. I’m guessin’ you work Saturday nights since you’re never here then, probably make the most tips that night, huh? It ain’t hard to figure out the rest from there.”
You looked at him in disbelief. He knew so much about you, and all you knew about him was that he was a famous musician who spent the past few years making mediocre movies. You couldn’t wrap your head around why anyone would take so much interest in the minute details of your life, let alone him.
"This is too fucked up for me to think about right now," you said, moving to walk past him and back down to the streets below. "I’m going home. Don’t come to my work again."
"Wait." He stepped in front of you, blocking your path. You kept trying to get around him, until he grabbed your shoulders, keeping you in place. "Come get a drink with me."
"No," you answered, pulling his hands off of you.
"One drink, and I’ll drive you home. I know you walked here."
"Alright,” you sighed.
He laughed softly, “Well don’t get too excited.”
“Why do you even care about me anyway?” you asked, as the two of you walked down the service road to where he had parked his car.
“Like I said, I figure we think alike if we both go up here.”
“Okay, well I go up here because I’m miserable. Is that the case for you?”
“Came out to Hollywood to follow my dream of bein’ a serious actor” he said. “Don’t think it worked out very well.”
“I fucking hate it here. Worst decision I ever made in my life,” you lamented.
“I know,” he said, opening the passenger door for you.
Oh yeah. He’d probably heard you say it a hundred times already. You suddenly felt uncomfortable being in the car with him, and when he got into the driver’s seat, you changed your tune.
“Actually, I have to work early tomorrow. I’m picking up a shift for my coworker. So you can just drop me home,” you said.
"You can lie to everyone else, but you can’t lie to me, baby," he said.
“I’m not lying.”
He grinned. He didn’t believe you for a second, you could tell that much. “Alright, give me your address then. I’ll take ya home.”
You didn’t want him knowing where you lived, but at the same time you knew he’d find out one way or another. Vivian would probably give you up in a heartbeat. Reluctantly, you told him your address.
He didn’t bother making small talk with you on the drive to your place. What was there to say? He seemed to know more than enough about you, and you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything to him. He turned on the radio, keeping the volume low. He put his hand on your thigh, rubbing the soft skin with his thumb. You tried to push his hand off of you, but his grip was strong. Sighing, you watched the city speed by you, the buildings getting progressively older, sidewalks more cracked, and roads less maintained as he neared your apartment.
His expression was unreadable as he pulled up to the run-down apartment complex where you lived, with its rust and crumbling bricks. You never had a reason to feel embarrassed about where you lived because you never had anyone over. Now, with a man whose tastes were undoubtedly expensive, you found yourself a bit self-conscious of your living situation.
“I’m in 327, so you’re gonna have to go down to the next building,” you said.
He drove down to your apartment, in a little better shape than the other two buildings, but not by much. As he pulled into the nearest parking spot, you gathered your things, double-checking you had all of your belongings. You didn’t want a reason to see him again.
“What are you doing?” you asked, when he got out of the car with you.
He smiled. “Gettin’ that drink you promised.”
“Seriously?”
“C’mon, I drove you home.”
You rolled your eyes as you dug your keys out of your purse. “Make it quick.”
Unlocking the door was kind of for show, since the lock hadn’t worked properly in a while. It wasn’t anything you had to worry about. You knew your neighbors, and everyone was as broke as you, so it wasn’t like you had to worry about anyone breaking in to steal your nonexistent valuables. Kicking off your shoes, you threw your purse onto the worn-out couch in your shabby apartment.
“How old’s this place?” Elvis asked.
You shrugged. “Pre-war, probably.”
You went into the kitchen, searching the cabinets for booze. There were a few half drunk bottles of cheap wine from when you’d have a night in, but no real liquor, not until you spotted a bottle with amber liquid and a faded label. You had vague memories of you and your roommate getting drunk off of it when you first moved in together, it being the cheapest booze you could get your hands on. It wasn’t going to be very good, you knew that much, but if pouring him a glass would get him to leave, you didn’t care.
Grabbing the bottle and whatever glass was available, you poured the drink for him, setting it on the countertop.
“Thought we were gonna drink together,” he said.
“I have to work in the morning,” you reminded him.
He gave you an amused look, as if you’d just referenced an inside joke between the two of you. He threw back the drink, but his face scrunched up as he set the glass down. “Lord, what is this? Gasoline?”
“Alright, you had your drink. Bye,” you said.
“I got you all figured out, Y/N.”
“Oh, I’m sure,” you scoffed.
“You’re afraid of things gettin’ better ‘cause this is what you know. It’s comfortable. You’re too proud to take initiative and ask for help, so ya scrape by and blame everyone else for your problems,” he said.
You were silent, trying to process how he could read you so well. Did you reveal that much in your nightly rants? You knew, ultimately, there was no one to blame but yourself. You could have gone back home at any time, moved back in with your parents and saved up to go somewhere else, somewhere you actually liked. Instead you toughed it out in Los Angeles to try to prove something to yourself, and your dissatisfaction with life became a part of you. Maybe you were scared of being happy after feeling anything but for so long.
“See, I told you, darlin’. I got you all figured out ‘cause you think like me. Probably came to Hollywood all scrappy and hopeful, thinkin’ it would give you everything you wanted and realized it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.”
“Okay, you psychoanalyzed me. Congrats. Now get out.”
“You don’t want me to go. You want me to look after you,” he said. “You really expect me to believe you never noticed me standin’ one letter over, listenin’ to you?”
All the times you thought he wasn’t there, he was just hiding, by the ‘H’ or the ‘L’, listening to you feel sorry for yourself for hours on end. You felt embarrassed, humiliated; you went up there to be alone and have a place you could be vulnerable, and he took that from you.
“What do you want?” you whispered.
“Just you, Y/N,” he said softly, caressing your cheek. “Aren’t you tired of bein’ broke and angry all the time?”
“Who isn’t,” you scoffed. “Look, I don’t even know you–”
“But I know you.”
He was right, you were tired. Tired of working, of being in Los Angeles, of life itself at times. If he hadn’t been so thorough with his observations of you for the past few months, you’d have thought this was some weird attempt for him to get laid. He probably wanted that too, but after all of the time and effort and general sneaking around, no, he wanted more–to settle down, have someone to come home to, breakup the monotony of being unreasonably wealthy and famous. As you looked into his eyes, your feet still aching from the day, you figured whatever he wanted out of you couldn’t be much worse than your current situation. The rational part of you knew better than to trust a man who’d come out of nowhere and claim he was going to fix everything for you, but every other part of you was so tired, you nodded.
The kiss nearly knocked the wind out of you, forceful and passionate, as if he had all of this unexpended tension that had built up inside of him released when his lips made contact with yours. He held you close, practically pressing your body against his. Just as you were catching up with the kiss, he pulled his lips away, only to begin nipping and sucking at your neck. Part of you wondered if it was a dream, you had dreamt of customers before, but never this vividly. When he bit into a particularly sensitive part of your neck, you gasped, gripping his shoulders. It was definitely real.
“Heard you and your friend talkin’ ‘bout me,” he whispered, his voice deep and hoarse as he didn’t let up on your neck. “Wonderin’ whether or not I was any good in bed. You’re about to find out, darlin’.”
He tugged at the zipper of your uniform, pulling it down so that it pooled at your feet, leaving you only in your bra and panties. Part of you hoped your roommate would come in, interrupt things, and give you an out. You never knew when she’d be home with her erratic schedule. That moment never came, and instead you found yourself braless in your living room with Elvis wrapping an arm around your waist, leading you down the narrow hallway that led to the small bedrooms and bathroom.
Of the two bedrooms in the apartment, he found yours on the first try, dragging you inside with him, not even bothering to shut the door. You felt like a stranger in your own room, especially when he pushed you onto your own bed, a predatory look fixed in his eyes as he undressed. He crawled over you, pinning you to the bed with one hand and pulling down your panties with the other. He kissed you, gentler this time, but his hands were rough as they grabbed at your exposed breasts.
“When was the last time you had sex, darlin’?” he asked.
“I don’t remember,” you answered softly. You honestly couldn’t remember the last time you had sex. It had to have been months at least, and whoever he was must not have been very good.
“Holdin’ out for me, huh?” he teased, his fingers brushing your clit, making you arch your back. “Don’t count on havin’ to wait that long again.”
He slipped two fingers inside you, his thumb playing with your clit. You were embarrassed at how wet you were, how quickly you could feel an orgasm coming on. Your breath caught in your throat. It was like he was dragging it out, wanted to see how desperate he could get you for it. Finally, you gave in, “Elvis, I’m close, please just–”
“Ask me real nice darlin’, and I’ll consider it.”
“Please, Elvis, I’ll do anything,” you begged.
His pretty lips curled into a devilish smirk. “Oh, I know you will.”
With that, you came, your orgasm seemed to go through your whole body as you clenched around his fingers. Your moans seemed to echo through the room, and surely through the cardboard-thin walls into the neighboring apartment. He kissed you again, and all you could do was let him take you how he wanted.
When he pulled his fingers from your pussy, you whined, first at the loss of contact and then at his wet fingers playing with your nipple. He sucked on your other breast, his tongue and teeth teasing that nipple to the point where you almost started crying.
“I told you I know you, baby. Know just what my girl needs,” he purred.
You nodded wildly, leaning into his touch when he brushed his fingers from your throat down to your abdomen. You couldn’t deny it, every time he touched you it was like fire. Without warning, he slid his cock into you, your pussy still sensitive from before, making you buck your hips as you clenched around him.
He wasn’t going to be gentle, you knew as much, but you weren’t expecting how aggressive he’d get, his pace unforgiving as he thrust inside you. He cursed under his breath, moaning your name. You knew his own orgasm was close as you could feel his cock throb, his movements becoming more erratic.
“None of them other guys ever made you feel this good, right, baby?” he asked, wrapping a hand around your throat.
“N-No,” you moaned.
“I ain’t gonna let another man so much as look at you again,” he growled. “You’re mine.”
You were lightheaded, unable to catch your breath when you came again, your back arching and putting more pressure on your throat. You clawed at his back, looking to get some kind of leverage, which sent him over the edge. The feeling of his hot cum inside you made your toes curl and your head spin. Just as you thought you were going to pass out, he released his grip on your throat, allowing you a moment to breathe before kissing you again.
He collapsed next to you, holding you against his chest to prevent you from getting up and leaving. There was no need, as you could hardly keep your eyes open after the fact, letting your exhaustion lull you to sleep.
When you woke up the next morning, you knew it was too late for you to have left for any supposed morning shift you were covering. Elvis knew right away you were lying, anyway. You didn’t expect to see him still next to you. He awoke a few moments later, a sleepy smile on his face as he kissed you.
“What are you still doing here?” you asked.
He laughed softly. “Good morning to you, too.”
“Elvis, I’m serious.”
“Gonna help you pack, bring your things over to my place.”
“What?”
“Don’t play dumb with me. I made it clear last night what I expect from you from now on.”
“I don’t–”
“Want to? I don’t give a damn what you want. You get left to yourself, doin’ what you want, and you end up in a place like this. I know what’s best for you, baby,” he said. “I already called your job and let ‘em know you quit. Real nice girl picked up and said ‘congratulations’.”
That was it. In a few hours he’d taken your whole life from you, and you still hardly knew anything about him.
“One day we’ll tell our kids how we fell in love at the Hollywood sign,” he said, smiling.
He thought you loved him. The talk about kids went straight to your stomach. Everything happened so suddenly last night, it didn’t even occur to you to use protection. He had the rest of your life planned out for you, as if you were merely a passenger along for the ride. You looked around your sparse bedroom, the last of the somewhat independent life you’d ever know.
#elvis x reader#austin!elvis x reader#elvis presley x reader#yandere!elvis x reader#yandere x reader#elvis 2022#elvis#austin!elvis
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My name’s Silas and I go by She/They Pronouns!! I’m 19, straight, and I’m an Aries 🖤🩶 Here’s the fandoms I will write for:
Devil May Cry, Silent Hill, Resident Evil, Mortal Kombat, Yakuza, and lastly my own OCs :-)
I used to write for other characters too but I took them off my masterlist and discontinued writing them. The cringe was too much to bear. 💀
I HIGHLY SUGGEST READING THESE RULES BEFORE REQUESTING OR COMMENTING SOMETHING CRITICAL!!!!
Masterlist Under the Cut vvv
☆The Lost Boys (1987)☆
Michael’s Girl || Michael + Poly Lost Boys
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
・oneshots・
Like Looking into a Mirror||Artist Reader
☆Yandere OC's☆
Maddox Graves (Wild West Outlaw)
Introduction, Part 1
•oneshots•
Oneshot 1, Sleepy Reader, Biting Reader, Bookworm Reader, Sassy Reader,Animal Lover Reader
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.
Dante Verona (Ghost)
Introduction
•oneshots•
Oneshot 1, Sleepy Reader
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.
Viktor Markov (Boxer)
Introduction
☆Resident Evil☆
Leon Kennedy
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.
Carlos Oliveira
#the lost boys x reader#yandere x reader#yandere oc x reader#masterlist#yandere#x reader#yandere imagines#yandere x you#yandere oc#obsession#yandere x darling#western#cowboy#maddox graves#yandere cowboy#yandere ghost
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Yandere Silent Hill Masterlist
Claudia Wolf
Silent Hill 2
Multiple Characters
- Yandere! James Sunderland vs Pyramid Head (Romantic - Rivalry) [FEMALE]
Silent Hill 3
- Yandere Alphabet - Claudia Wolf (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]
Silent Hill 4: The Room
Walter Sullivan
- Yandere! Walter Sullivan Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]
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The Ghost of New Burrows
Pt. 2
F! PI Reader x Masked Yandere OC
His Info:📂✨
part 1 2 3
CW: breaking an entering, shorter part, not proofread, Gn reader in this part, pet names (love, darling), slow burn? i think that’s it?! wow another innocent part from me! lol
11:07, 2202, Gothil Hill, New Burrows
Nose twitching to the smell of fresh breakfast stirs you out of your dreamless sleep.
When has anyone you’ve invited over stayed for the morning after? and When has one ever made you breakfast?
Like never?
You dash your way into the kitchen, huh…
The glass is all cleaned up from your rampage last night too.
They are really going above and beyond your typical one night stands.
It smells like a home you’ve never had…
You feel safe right now…
Have you ever felt safe?
Peeking around the corner into the kitchen you see the back of a thinner man with a silky head of black hair…
Your stomach sinks even before you notice the horns on his head.
You take a step back, where the fuck is your gun?
You think you put it somewhere weird and stupid last night in your drunken stupor.
Wait last night…
He was there as well.
Your eyes widen in horror, he broke in and…
Took care of you?…
Basically, your enemy, infiltrated your sacred space, he could have killed you. Yet, he wrapped you up in blankets and is now making you breakfast.
You finally notice the sound of the flame stovetop is absent…
Turning your head back, you see he’s no longer there.
You take note of the shift of gravity behind you, and you know where he went.
Hands that have touched you intimately not long enough ago, slowly cover your eyes, “Humor me” He says in a voice that stirs something deep inside of you.
“Why should I” Your voice, as stubborn as you, comes out with no bravado even though you wanted to sound in power.
“You already are, Why not go all the way with me for a minute?” his whisper of a voice is soothing, funny for a murderer.
Oh how you wish he was just a one night stand that had stayed…
He took your lack of a verbal response or physical objection as an agreement of sorts.
His masked face gently pushed through your hair, and it’s cool material sent a zap to the soft skin of your neck. You jumped a little, now noticing how close his body is to yours.
He’s completely pressed against you.
Your face became hotter.
“Picture for a moment, a quietly babbling creek, it doesn’t stink like industry, the air is fresh and clean. You can smell Earth—”
“But—” you pipe up to protest.
“Nope, you’re entertaining me right now. Do as I say” he spoke firmly.
You swallow hard. Was he like this when you slept with him? we’re you really so submissive? Did something change? maybe you’re body is just remembering him… That must be why it’s responding like this.
“You’re barefoot, the grass is soft and cushions the ground. Your in flowy clothes that catch the breezes and caress your skin just right.”
Your eyes have remained closed, you can almost imagine exactly what he’s saying. His hands travel downward, gently massaging your arms.
His touch right now is nothing sexual but it’s really making your knees buckle, and your head feel light.
One of his hands moves from your shoulder to over your heart, and you both feel how hard it’s pounding.
You turn abruptly and push him off.
His grinning mask greets you, the eye is back, but the crack remains. He must’ve glued it back on or something.
If you shoot him again, it’d probably go through the mask this time.
Your mind races, as he stands silently.
Calmly and slowly, as if your a rabbit he may scare away, he raises his arms in that same welcoming gesture.
“Why…?” Your question hangs in the air. “Do… Do you just want to torment me?”
“Quite the opposite, Darling,” Strands of your hair slid through his fingers as he brushed them away from your eyes.
“No… No! What the hell is going on?!” You stomp, “you give me the run around for over a week, and then show up to make me breakfast, and… And whatever That was! you were closer to the knives. Attack me or something!”
“Woah, didn’t think you were into that, love,” He joked.
“Don’t you dare!” You shove your finger into his chest.
“I want to take you there.” He said plainly now.
“B-but… Those places no longer exist. They’re just lies to keep people working till retirement…” Your eyes sting remembering how you’ll never see nature.
“What if i told you that islands exist. Far away, that are untouched. I could take you to one.”
“…” You cant believe you’re still humoring him. This is ridiculous. “Get out.”
He leans forward to brush his mask against your cheek in a motion that must be a kiss… “As you wish,” He pulls away and heads to his shoes by the door. “But, promise me you’ll eat. I made something with your proper nutrition in mind.” He turns just briefly toward you before heading out and locking the door behind him with a spare key.
You stand there in shock.
#my oc#oc x reader#oc x you#yandere#yandere x reader#my fic#yandere x you#tw yandere#yandere oc#masked yandere x reader#masked oc#masked yandere#masked yandere x you#oc geist#reader x yandere#reader x masked oc
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Resident Evil
Headcanons:
Stupid Mutt [Yandere-sub!Leon X GN!Reader]🔪🌶️
Left Behind [Puppy!Abandoned!Leon X Pre-Owner!Reader]
Best Friends Forever [Yandere-bestie!Chris X GN!Reader]🔪
Cut Me Up [Yandere-sub!Krauser X GN!Reader]🔪🌶️
My Puppy Sugar Daddy [CEO-Leon X Fem!Reader]🌶️
Gentle Giant [Carlos X Reader]
Opposites Attract [RE2!Leon X Goth!Reader]🔪
Scenarios:
Roles Reversed [Umbrella!Leon X Agent!GN!Reader]
Super Soldier Down [Yandere!Piers Nivans X BSAA!GN!Reader]🔪
Bad Dog [Yandere-sub!Puppy!Leon X Fem!Reader]🔪🌶️
Break My Heart Again [Leon S. Kennedy X GN!Reader (ANGST)]
He Don't Bite [Yandere-sub!Puppy!Leon X Fem!Reader]🔪🌶️
Desperate To Please [Yandere-sub!Krauser X Fem!Agent!Reader!]🔪🌶️
Pick Me, Take Me [Yandere-sub!Plaga!Krauser&Leon X Fem!Agent!Reader]🔪🌶️
You're My Bitch Neow [CEO-sub!Leon X Fem!Reader]🌶️
Two Heads Are Better Than One [CEO-sub!Leon&Chris X Fem!Reader]🌶️
Imagines:
Rambles:
Re2 VS Re4 Leon [Soft and Stern Leon]
Devil May Cry
Headcanons:
Demon Dog [Yandere-sub!Dante X GN!Reader (DMC3)]🔪🌶️
In Denial, Not Scared [Yandere-sub!Vergil X GN!Reader (DMC5)]🔪🌶️
Scenarios:
Imagines:
Rambles:
Silent Hill
Headcanons:
Unforgivable Actions [Yandere!James X GN!Reader]🔪
Scenarios:
Imagines:
Rambles:
MW2 (COD)
Headcanons:
Scenarios:
Eat It Up [Yandere-sub!Konig X Fem!Soldier!Reader]🔪🌶️
Imagines:
Sit On It [Needy-sub!Konig X GN!Reader]🌶️
Rambles:
Spiderman ATSV
Headcanons:
Kitty Kat [Yandere-sub!Kitty!Miguel X Owner!Reader]🔪🌶️
Scenarios:
Stay Quiet For Once [Sub-Miguel X Fem!Reader]🌶️
Imagines:
Rambles:
Slashers
Headcanons:
The Neighbor Next Door [Yandere!Michael Myers X Childhood-neighbor!GN!Reader]🔪
Scenarios:
Imagines:
Rambles:
Mortal Kombat
Headcanons:
The Fun Uncle [Being Johnny's Niece]
Hollywood's Favorite [Uncle!Johnny Cage Intros]
Oh My Sweetheart [Smoke X Reader]
Scenarios:
Imagines:
Rambles:
Series
-Resident Evil
Yandere!Lord Dimitrescu&Sons X Fem!Reader🔪 [Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Part 4]
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A fair warning as I do take a lot of time to write drafts. Plus, with updating here due to my scheduled as stated in my FAQ page. When seeing the 🔪 next to the story it is yandere related, but when it doesn't it is NON-yandere related. Same applies with spicy ones that has a 🌶️ and highly advised minors to NOT intervene with my work as you will be blocked. No exceptions. Come back anytime, stranger~👹
#masterlist#issapheonyxmasterlist#resident evil#devil may cry#silent hill#mdni#no minors allowed#cod mw2
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What're the cast's favorite video games?
a fantastic question for a loser gamer such as myself! ^^ (modern! au obviously!)
HENRY: Yandere Simulator Outlast (Whistleblower more specifically!) or FNAF (LOL)
LYRA: Silent Hill 2 or Dead by Daylight (ew)
ELIJAH: Stardew Valley or Red Dead Redemption 2 (he likes the scenery!)
SANDY: Pokemon (X + Y specifically) or Disco Elysium
#🖤 - answered#💌 - abt henry#🥀 - abt lyra#🧸 - abt elijah#💋 - abt sandy#♥️ - hoco headcanons#henry would for sure be a fnaf kid in modern times#'omg buttercup have you heard about the bite of '87??' 'omg purple guy is actually william afton!!' shit like that lol#everyone else tho has relatively good taste (except lyra's dbd...gross)#(i say w/ who knows how many fucking hours in that pos game)
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Hello! I've decided to make a pinned post because I'm bored!!!!
So who am I? Well, online, I like to use the name Gamer(it was just bestowed upon me because of my username). I use he/him and I am a man enthusiast, and I'm a little bit silly and whimsical.
"Gamer, I have now become infatuated with you and want to know what you like." Thank you person reading this, I will now tell people what I like.
Generally speaking, I like a lot of mythology and video games. Besides that I like a lot of horror and action media, and I also like watching some youtubers/streamers like Grian, Mithzan, Snapcube. Now onto actual fandoms.
Webtoons(I have phases where I just marathon read a bunch of webtoons I need to catch up on and then I basically dont read them for half a year, damn this is gettting a bit long, I'm gonna list them now):
- Hero Killer(episode 145)
- Surviving Romance(finished)
- Spicy Mints(episode 72)
- Jackson's Diary(season 2 finale)
- Omniscient Reader(episode 76)
- more but I'm not too much into them.
Books(unfortunately, I barely read at all and I'm trying to fix that):
- Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao
Games:
- Splatoon 3
- Hades
- River City Girls 1 and 2
- Zelda botw/totk
- Bayonetta(mainly 1 and 2, I was so disappointed by 3's story)
- Persona 5
- Persona 5 Strikers
- Pokémon, but I've played moon, let's go eevee, sword, legends arceus, and violet.
- Animal crossing
- Danganronpa(I hate to say it but I do love them games)
- Omori
- Resident Evil 2, 3, 4, 7, and 8.
- Silent Hill 1 and 2
- fnaf
- God of War 2018 and Ragnarok
- PS4 Spiderman 2018 and Spiderman 2
- Doom 2016/Eternal
- There's definitely a lot more I'm forgetting
Musicals:
- Heathers
- Six
- Beetlejuice
- I mainly try to avoid some musicals until I can actually see them so that's it.
Series/Animes/Movies:
- BEST ANIME EVER NYAN NEKO SUGAR GIRLS
- FAN SEQUAL TO THE BEST ANIME EVER, NYAN NEKO SUGAR GIRLS: MAYONAKA
- SERIES INSPIRED BY BEST ANIME EVER, HAIMI! SWEET AND SOUR BOYS!
- SERIES ALSO PROBABLY INSPI- you get it, it's called Sparkle On Raven! The life of Drillgirl
- Yandere Highschool(Samgladiator)
- Heartstopper
- Komi Can't Comunicate
- Way of the House Husband
- Stranger Things
- The Spiderverse movies
- Jennifer's Body
- Heathers(the movie this time)
- the newer Godzilla movies( I do wanna soo some of the older ones though)
- yeah as you guessed it, there's probably more I'm forgetting
Music artists:
- Melanie Martinez
- Rina Sawayama
- Mitski
- Jazmin Bean
- Poppy
- DeathbyRomy
So, uh, yeah, that's about it. Uh, you can ask questions if you want, but beware, you might be cursed by the wizard.
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🎃Spooky Month Games Recommendations Part 2💀
As before, the recommendations go under the cut because the post is long.
Part 1 is located here
Don't Hide is still a demo, but it is a delightful yandere visual novel that has a lot of potential!
It starts off where you've just escaped from the house you're being held captive in and now must try to get out of the surrounding forest. The only problem is... it's cold and you have no idea where you are. You can run, but you don't know the forest well. You can hide (although the title says not to... perhaps with good reason.)
So what do you do? Well, you can face ??? head on and see where it gets you!
??? seems calm and fairly gentle at first, but if you make the wrong move things can definitely get horrific. (By the by, did you notice that conveniently placed stick behind him? Now you did. Whatever move you make is your decision, but I will say "good luck")
Obviously I recommend reading the content warnings because when things take a turn for the worse, it can be a little shocking. (Content warnings include: kidnapping, stalking, obsessive behavior, mild body horror and awkward situations. Discretion is advised.)
While Purple is still a demo, the full release is fast approaching.
It a RPG Maker horror game about a young man named Randall Purpura who returns home to his apartment in a dangerous part of Los Angeles after an extended stay in the hospital (due to unknown reasons) and finds that his aunt and uncle seem to be missing.
After returning, Randall ends up meeting his new neighbor, Mya, and quickly becomes friends with her. He also gets a chance to meet his other neighbor further down the hall who is rarely home.
As the game goes on, you must solve puzzles and unlock the mysteries of Randall's past while trying to not get killed.
The game has quite a few content warnings, so I do recommend checking them out. But it is one that I have been eagerly awaiting the full release of for a while and its spooky atmosphere makes it a great game to play during October.
Rot With Me is more of a WIP than a demo, but it's another horror visual novel that features an obsessive (possibly yandere) antagonist.
It starts off where you take a hike in the woods and end up coming across a strange manor. In an effort to get out of the rain, you decide to take refuge in there and meet the charming-yet-unsettling owner.
Depending on your choices, you can get one of six endings. But, be warned, the beautiful man Fyodor does not want you to leave and he will try to make you stay... one way or another.
(And, depending on your choices, you may even meet another character. But I won't spoil it if you want to play the VN for yourself.)
Obviously, due to the disturbing content within the game (Blood, gore, possessive tendencies, implied cannibalism, and allusions to stockholme syndrome) it is intended for an 18+ audience.
The Count Lucanor is a horror-survival RPG based loosely on The Tales of Count Lucanor. and it follows a young boy named Hans who leaves home in search of fortune and adventure.
He comes across a little blue Kobold (Patronio) who lures him to Tenebre castle where he must solve puzzles and get through the Count's test in order to walk away with the Count's fortune. You may even uncover the mystery of Tenebre Castle.
There are 5 different endings and man subplots. It is a delightfully fun horror game by the same studio that made Yuppie Psycho (which I have not finished yet, but wholly recommend as well as long as you are 18+ and have a stomach for disturbing imagery)
The Count Lucanor does contain blood, death, gore and disturbing imagery. But it's a really fun little spooky game, and if you like scary fairy tale-like stories then I wholly recommend it!
I only very recently played Reouija Sleepover but it is quite good.
The game itself is about a trans man named Aiden who has a crush on his friend, Dan, and invites him over one night for a movie night. But when he finds a ouija board in the trash... things take a turn for the worse.
The real horror starts out when their surroundings change to a place that looks like Aiden's apartment building, but covered in walls of gore and flesh instead.
It's pretty gross, and things get even worse from there. There are 5 endings, three of which where Dan can die.
For the entire game, there does seem to both be a sense of bleakness and urgency, and it becomes more apparent when the antagonist is revealed.
It's a 16+ game that does feature blood, gore, and themes of cannibalism (and some transphobia). It's all very well done, and this game certainly resonated with me (whether it's because I'm trans or because I just really liked the characters and setting... I'm not entirely sure, but it did definitely have an emotional impact on me.)
This game is perfect for the Spooky Season!
(There will be a part 3 coming of my spooky game recommendations! Hopefully before Halloween xD I think part 3 will be the last, and it will also have some of my nostalgic faves on there~)
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