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I wish you would write a fic where...

Send me an anymous (or not) summary of the fic you wish I would write. (maybe I will write a tidbit)

#i will do the usual (ew <3) | yugioh (s0/early manga) | and undertale

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Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five.

Saw this on @resting-meme-face‘s blog and wanted to try it.

#i am open to the usual (ew <3) | yugioh (s0/the early manga) | and undertale

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Send me an ask with the first sentence of a fanfic and I’ll write the next five.

Saw this on @resting-meme-face‘s blog and wanted to try it.

#i will most definitely write more than 5 #i’m opening this up for 2 fandoms this time #the usual (ew) and yugioh (s0/early manga) #platonic specifically for ygo #but anything’s fine for ew

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Yandere dividers (2)

#might use one of these #the knives one is super cool

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requests/inbox is open :)

#do NOT interact with this blog if you are under 18 #you and blank blogs WILL be blocked

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Stalker/ Yandere Sentence Starters #1

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𖤐 Dark side 𖤐

“Don’t be stupid. You won’t be any fun if you’re dead.”

“Tell me how much you love me.”

“You know you’re mine, don’t you?”

“You’re all mine, and you’re not going anywhere.”

“I’m madly in love with you.”

“If you don’t kiss me , i’ll slit your fucking throat.”

“You’re such a pretty little thing all tied up like that, baby.”

“I’ll carve my name into your back if that’s what I have to do to let you know you’re mine.”

“I hate it when they look at you…so fucking much…”

“Stop making noises, or i’ll have to gag you.”

“Me , jealous? Yes.”

𖤐 Light side 𖤐

“I love you, please don’t go.”

“It’s late , shouldn’t you be asleep?"

“I’m all yours , and i’m not going anywhere.

“I am not losing you again.”

“I need you to forgive me.”

“Just tell me what you need. Let me give it to you ?”

“You have my full attention”

“You’re all I want…You’re all I have.”

“I truly do love you , i’ll even prove it.”

“You desere better. Lucky for you , I am better.”

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stalker sentence starters

romantic

"we were made for each other"

"i'll always find you. in every universe; in every timeline"

"shh... you're safe here with me"

"i will never let you be alone again"

"of course i love you—i've literally killed for you"

"we'll have the family we always wanted"

"let me see that pretty smile"

"you look very pretty today"

"i'll take care of you from now on"

corny

"will you stop running? my calves are killing me"

"you've made me soft"

"this one's a screamer"

"oh this? don't worry, it's not my blood"

"oh! where are my manners—" proceeds to untie your hands so that you can enjoy a romantic dinner

"you think this is my first rodeo?"

"see? we can have fun together"

"c'mon—at least try the spaghetti"

yandere

"i don't want to hurt you, but i will if i have to"

"i should cut your tongue out"

"stop looking at the door, please"

"it'll be over soon"

"you're life is completely in my hands. don't test my patience"

"i think i might carve my name on your back"

"it's okay, as long as you'll be good for me, baby"

"it's not a punishment, baby, it's a lesson"

"why don't you look at me the way you look at them?"

"just give it a little time—you'll come to terms with your new life eventually"

"i'll provide for you—you'll never have to work again!"

"i don't appreciate your attitude"

"i've literally killed for you; who else can say that?"

"i did it for you"

"you're insane"

"don't say that"

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Im rlly good! i just read some of ur recent works and i love them sm !! i think u improved a lot !! (not to say you werent good) hru ? :3 - 🐰

lmao I get what you mean :D, that made me crack up though! That’s always a cool thing to hear, I always wonder if my writing has improved to people or if I just hate my works since it’s me writing it lol.

I’m doing good! I’m still somewhat insane about Tord :)

#i got a keychain of him and i love it sm

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No no your fine! (Btw this is the same anon who asked the question), but um could you do something with Tord with this sentence? “stop looking at the door, please”

(Preferably with reader; but you can decide if you’d like to add that)

I haven't written anything this long in like two years

CW: Kidnapping

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One moment you were walking home, the next, you were tied up in some guy's car, lying in the backseat. He looked giddy at the road as you screamed and begged through the gag in your mouth. He looked pained as he met your eyes in the rearview mirror. 

“Stop tugging against the rope. You’re going to hurt yourself,” he scolded. Like he was really concerned for his victim. “We’ll be home soon.” 

You trembled, unable to stop yourself from tugging frantically at your wrists. The longer this went on, the more you felt as if someone was continuously dumping you into ice water. From your hogtied position on the seats, all you could see was the blue sky steadily dulling. It was hard to tell how long you lay there before the car stopped. 

The man opened the car door, carrying a duffel bag on his shoulder. You couldn’t see any recognizable sights. 

“You poor thing” he crooned, pulling you closer to him. He inspected your wrists, clicking his tongue. He bends down and slings you over his other shoulder. 

Frantically, you darted your head around. Houses went on for all you could see. There were no road signs, and no people outside. No eyes to see you carried inside. The door closed and tears blurred your vision. He set you on a couch, humming. 

“No more tears, love. I’ll take a look at your wrists and get you out of these nasty ropes.” He wiped your face with his red sleeve, much gentler than you would have ever expected. 

Hope bloomed in your chest. Maybe you could punch him? Or just, something! You had to be able to do something. 

He left the room and returned with…. pink fuzzy handcuffs? It was so absurd you almost stopped crying. 

“I’m sorry,” he says gently. “It was the only thing I could find on such short notice. I’ve got another pair coming in the mail, you’ll enjoy that color much more.” 

He sets the handcuffs down next to you, reaching down into his black jeans. Out of his pocket, he pulls out a switchblade. He firmly grabs your wrists, pulling them as far as he could from your body. 

You sit as still as you can. With wide eyes, you watch as he cuts through the rope. You barely move your hands an inch out of the ropes before he swiftly closes the cuffs on your wrists.

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

He pats your cheek, smirking. “Doesn’t that feel better?” 

You don’t bother trying to answer. Drool dribbles out of the corners of your mouth, pooling around the gag. 

Your kidnapper stands up straight, rolling his shoulders. “As much as I’d love to get you used to the house, my roommates will be home soon. They’re a bit… much. I don’t want to overwhelm you even more, sweetheart.” 

Nausea rolls through you. Your face felt hot and sticky, a fresh wave of hot tears starting again 

The man’s face softens. He reaches out, cupping your face. “I know it’s a lot to take in, but you’re going to be fine. Let’s get you to my room and you can get cozy and start settling in.” 

He gathers you into his arms and over his shoulder again. This time, all you’re interested in is the blurry floor. Down a hall you go and into a bedroom. Laid down on the bed, you stare down at your wrists. From what you could see beneath the cuffs, they were an angry shade of red, rope marks snaking around your wrists. Tugging made it worse, pain shooting up your arms. 

The man moved around his room, singing under his breath. You couldn’t make out the words or what language it was. 

“Up we go now, dearest,” he says as he gently sits you up against his pillows. He has a different gag in his hands. 

As soon as he takes out the one you have, you rush out, “I won’t scream!” Your voice is hoarse and your throat is dry. He paused, eyebrows furrowed and you added shakily, “Please. I-I promise I won’t scream.” 

He sets it on his nightstand beside the bed. 

“A single shout from you and it goes right back into your pretty mouth. Understand?” 

You violently shake your head. “Y-Yes. I, I understand.” 

He smiles at you, sitting down next to you. “Good. It’d be such a shame if your first night home was… unpleasant.” 

You tense, turning your head away from him. Your heart races as you look around his room. Against his wall was a bookshelf, with both books and robotic parts. A TV was raised flat against his wall. On his dresser was….. Pictures of you. 

Your hands grow clammy as your mind struggles to process what you are seeing. Pictures of you. Are on. His dresser. 

What the fuck. What the fuck. 

His eyes follow your line of sight and he cheeses at you. 

“They’re my favorite ones,” He chuckles. “It took me a while to get them. You’re hardly ever outside your house without work clothes.” 

You sitting in a nook, curled up against a wall reading a book with a mug of coffee steaming on the table in front of you. You planting flowers. You excitedly looking at something, clearly beyond a camera. 

You in a cafe. In front of your house. At the mall. You don’t recall a single memory of the man beside you. Of ever seeing him in these places, much less someone pointing a camera at you.

“How long have you been…” your voice comes out in a hoarse whisper. “How long have you been watching me?” 

The man leans in to press a kiss to your cheek. “Too long,” he mumbles against your skin. He kisses you again, not minding the tears. 

“Tord!!” 

You jerk your head to the bedroom door. Hope rises against your better judgment but you have the sense not to scream. 

The bedroom door opens to reveal a brown-haired man in a green hoodie. “Tord, we found the- Oh, hello!” He smiles at you, eyes warm and face nonchalant. Like this was normal. “You’re here much earlier than expected.” 

You say nothing, staring wide-eyed. 

He turns to the man -Tord you’re assuming- and scolds him. 

“You were supposed to wait until we had dinner ready!” 

Tord sheepishly shrugs. “They were walking home! It was perfect timing!” 

The brown-haired man rolls his eyes and sighs. “I’m truly sorry,” he tells you. “But I suppose it’s good to let you get settled in first. I’ll be back with a hot drink.” 

He closes the door and like clockwork, you burst into sobs. You try to stifle them as best you can. It would be best not to test how loud it would take for you to be gagged again. 

You stare at the door as Tord pulls you close. “Oh honey,” he murmurs. “It’s going to be alright.” 

Tord grabs his remote on his nightstand and turns the TV on. You don’t need to look to know you’re hearing your favorite show. All you can do is helplessly stare at the door and strain your ears to hear how many other people are in the house. 

“Tom, move your damn vodka out of the fridge! You don’t need the whole pack cold at once!” 

One. 

“Oh so you can have all your soda cold but I can’t have my smirnoff in there?”

Two. 

“Not all of it’s mine! Some of it’s for Tord’s partner.” 

“Oh! They’re here?! I want to see them!” 

Three. 

“Wait until dinner. I’m sure the commie’s got his pants down by now.”

“Oh that’s just gross! Don’t talk like that Tom, it’s very rude. They in fact both had their pants on and clothing intact when I popped in.”

You don’t hear more than three voices bicker and move around. But still, it’s…. a lot. Four people total are keeping you in this house for god knows what reason. You refuse to think about the clothes comment. You wouldn’t you wouldn’t you wouldn’t or you were going to puke. 

“Stop looking at the door, please.” 

You nearly jump out of your damn skin hearing Tord’s voice. It snaps you out of your thoughts. You sniffle, taking deep breaths. You turn your attention to the tv and desperately try not to think about what fucked up situation you’re in.

#reblog #yandere tord #yandere tord x reader

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hiii i just recently found your blog again after like two years i think? i was your 🐰 anon !! nice to see you again :3

!!!!!!! It’s good to see you again!! :D How are you?

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No no your fine! (Btw this is the same anon who asked the question), but um could you do something with Tord with this sentence? “stop looking at the door, please”

(Preferably with reader; but you can decide if you’d like to add that)

I haven't written anything this long in like two years

CW: Kidnapping

______________________________________________________

One moment you were walking home, the next, you were tied up in some guy's car, lying in the backseat. He looked giddy at the road as you screamed and begged through the gag in your mouth. He looked pained as he met your eyes in the rearview mirror. 

“Stop tugging against the rope. You’re going to hurt yourself,” he scolded. Like he was really concerned for his victim. “We’ll be home soon.” 

You trembled, unable to stop yourself from tugging frantically at your wrists. The longer this went on, the more you felt as if someone was continuously dumping you into ice water. From your hogtied position on the seats, all you could see was the blue sky steadily dulling. It was hard to tell how long you lay there before the car stopped. 

The man opened the car door, carrying a duffel bag on his shoulder. You couldn’t see any recognizable sights. 

“You poor thing” he crooned, pulling you closer to him. He inspected your wrists, clicking his tongue. He bends down and slings you over his other shoulder. 

Frantically, you darted your head around. Houses went on for all you could see. There were no road signs, and no people outside. No eyes to see you carried inside. The door closed and tears blurred your vision. He set you on a couch, humming. 

“No more tears, love. I’ll take a look at your wrists and get you out of these nasty ropes.” He wiped your face with his red sleeve, much gentler than you would have ever expected. 

Hope bloomed in your chest. Maybe you could punch him? Or just, something! You had to be able to do something. 

He left the room and returned with…. pink fuzzy handcuffs? It was so absurd you almost stopped crying. 

“I’m sorry,” he says gently. “It was the only thing I could find on such short notice. I’ve got another pair coming in the mail, you’ll enjoy that color much more.” 

He sets the handcuffs down next to you, reaching down into his black jeans. Out of his pocket, he pulls out a switchblade. He firmly grabs your wrists, pulling them as far as he could from your body. 

You sit as still as you can. With wide eyes, you watch as he cuts through the rope. You barely move your hands an inch out of the ropes before he swiftly closes the cuffs on your wrists.

Fuck. 

Fuck. 

He pats your cheek, smirking. “Doesn’t that feel better?” 

You don’t bother trying to answer. Drool dribbles out of the corners of your mouth, pooling around the gag. 

Your kidnapper stands up straight, rolling his shoulders. “As much as I’d love to get you used to the house, my roommates will be home soon. They’re a bit… much. I don’t want to overwhelm you even more, sweetheart.” 

Nausea rolls through you. Your face felt hot and sticky, a fresh wave of hot tears starting again 

The man’s face softens. He reaches out, cupping your face. “I know it’s a lot to take in, but you’re going to be fine. Let’s get you to my room and you can get cozy and start settling in.” 

He gathers you into his arms and over his shoulder again. This time, all you’re interested in is the blurry floor. Down a hall you go and into a bedroom. Laid down on the bed, you stare down at your wrists. From what you could see beneath the cuffs, they were an angry shade of red, rope marks snaking around your wrists. Tugging made it worse, pain shooting up your arms. 

The man moved around his room, singing under his breath. You couldn’t make out the words or what language it was. 

“Up we go now, dearest,” he says as he gently sits you up against his pillows. He has a different gag in his hands. 

As soon as he takes out the one you have, you rush out, “I won’t scream!” Your voice is hoarse and your throat is dry. He paused, eyebrows furrowed and you added shakily, “Please. I-I promise I won’t scream.” 

He sets it on his nightstand beside the bed. 

“A single shout from you and it goes right back into your pretty mouth. Understand?” 

You violently shake your head. “Y-Yes. I, I understand.” 

He smiles at you, sitting down next to you. “Good. It’d be such a shame if your first night home was… unpleasant.” 

You tense, turning your head away from him. Your heart races as you look around his room. Against his wall was a bookshelf, with both books and robotic parts. A TV was raised flat against his wall. On his dresser was….. Pictures of you. 

Your hands grow clammy as your mind struggles to process what you are seeing. Pictures of you. Are on. His dresser. 

What the fuck. What the fuck. 

His eyes follow your line of sight and he cheeses at you. 

“They’re my favorite ones,” He chuckles. “It took me a while to get them. You’re hardly ever outside your house without work clothes.” 

You sitting in a nook, curled up against a wall reading a book with a mug of coffee steaming on the table in front of you. You planting flowers. You excitedly looking at something, clearly beyond a camera. 

You in a cafe. In front of your house. At the mall. You don’t recall a single memory of the man beside you. Of ever seeing him in these places, much less someone pointing a camera at you.

“How long have you been…” your voice comes out in a hoarse whisper. “How long have you been watching me?” 

The man leans in to press a kiss to your cheek. “Too long,” he mumbles against your skin. He kisses you again, not minding the tears. 

“Tord!!” 

You jerk your head to the bedroom door. Hope rises against your better judgment but you have the sense not to scream. 

The bedroom door opens to reveal a brown-haired man in a green hoodie. “Tord, we found the- Oh, hello!” He smiles at you, eyes warm and face nonchalant. Like this was normal. “You’re here much earlier than expected.” 

You say nothing, staring wide-eyed. 

He turns to the man -Tord you’re assuming- and scolds him. 

“You were supposed to wait until we had dinner ready!” 

Tord sheepishly shrugs. “They were walking home! It was perfect timing!” 

The brown-haired man rolls his eyes and sighs. “I’m truly sorry,” he tells you. “But I suppose it’s good to let you get settled in first. I’ll be back with a hot drink.” 

He closes the door and like clockwork, you burst into sobs. You try to stifle them as best you can. It would be best not to test how loud it would take for you to be gagged again. 

You stare at the door as Tord pulls you close. “Oh honey,” he murmurs. “It’s going to be alright.” 

Tord grabs his remote on his nightstand and turns the TV on. You don’t need to look to know you’re hearing your favorite show. All you can do is helplessly stare at the door and strain your ears to hear how many other people are in the house. 

“Tom, move your damn vodka out of the fridge! You don’t need the whole pack cold at once!” 

One. 

“Oh so you can have all your soda cold but I can’t have my smirnoff in there?”

Two. 

“Not all of it’s mine! Some of it’s for Tord’s partner.” 

“Oh! They’re here?! I want to see them!” 

Three. 

“Wait until dinner. I’m sure the commie’s got his pants down by now.”

“Oh that’s just gross! Don’t talk like that Tom, it’s very rude. They in fact both had their pants on and clothing intact when I popped in.”

You don’t hear more than three voices bicker and move around. But still, it’s…. a lot. Four people total are keeping you in this house for god knows what reason. You refuse to think about the clothes comment. You wouldn’t you wouldn’t you wouldn’t or you were going to puke. 

“Stop looking at the door, please.” 

You nearly jump out of your damn skin hearing Tord’s voice. It snaps you out of your thoughts. You sniffle, taking deep breaths. You turn your attention to the tv and desperately try not to think about what fucked up situation you’re in.

#tw yandere #yandere tw #yandere #yandere tord x reader #tw kidnapping #yandere tord #yandere eddsworld #cw yandere #yandere fic

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Not to seem pushy but did tumblr eat my comment? Or did ya see it?

got it, saving it to write smth

#sorry for short reply #i’m still at work lol

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Just curious for the prompts thing- do you mean from the ones you reblogged? And is there a specific kind of ask we should do?

Yes, sorry! I forgot the titles were sentence starts and not prompts lol. Not particularly! If you’d like something written from the posts, just send me the sentence/which post it’s from and the character you want. Or any kind of prompt not from that post (ex: char stalks another character.)

#inbox is just open for anything rn

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i’m on lunch so the inbox is open for the prompts or any asks :)

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stalker sentence starters

romantic

"we were made for each other"

"i'll always find you. in every universe; in every timeline"

"shh... you're safe here with me"

"i will never let you be alone again"

"of course i love you—i've literally killed for you"

"we'll have the family we always wanted"

"let me see that pretty smile"

"you look very pretty today"

"i'll take care of you from now on"

corny

"will you stop running? my calves are killing me"

"you've made me soft"

"this one's a screamer"

"oh this? don't worry, it's not my blood"

"oh! where are my manners—" proceeds to untie your hands so that you can enjoy a romantic dinner

"you think this is my first rodeo?"

"see? we can have fun together"

"c'mon—at least try the spaghetti"

yandere

"i don't want to hurt you, but i will if i have to"

"i should cut your tongue out"

"stop looking at the door, please"

"it'll be over soon"

"you're life is completely in my hands. don't test my patience"

"i think i might carve my name on your back"

"it's okay, as long as you'll be good for me, baby"

"it's not a punishment, baby, it's a lesson"

"why don't you look at me the way you look at them?"

"just give it a little time—you'll come to terms with your new life eventually"

"i'll provide for you—you'll never have to work again!"

"i don't appreciate your attitude"

"i've literally killed for you; who else can say that?"

"i did it for you"

"you're insane"

"don't say that"

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Stalker/ Yandere Sentence Starters #1

♡ I LOVE TO READ PEOPLES CREATIVE WRITING. PLEASE @ ME, message me, AND/OR USE THE TAG #TeesPrompts ! I will read it and probably reblog it ! ♡

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𖤐 Dark side 𖤐

“Don’t be stupid. You won’t be any fun if you’re dead.”

“Tell me how much you love me.”

“You know you’re mine, don’t you?”

“You’re all mine, and you’re not going anywhere.”

“I’m madly in love with you.”

“If you don’t kiss me , i’ll slit your fucking throat.”

“You’re such a pretty little thing all tied up like that, baby.”

“I’ll carve my name into your back if that’s what I have to do to let you know you’re mine.”

“I hate it when they look at you…so fucking much…”

“Stop making noises, or i’ll have to gag you.”

“Me , jealous? Yes.”

𖤐 Light side 𖤐

“I love you, please don’t go.”

“It’s late , shouldn’t you be asleep?"

“I’m all yours , and i’m not going anywhere.

“I am not losing you again.”

“I need you to forgive me.”

“Just tell me what you need. Let me give it to you ?”

“You have my full attention”

“You’re all I want…You’re all I have.”

“I truly do love you , i’ll even prove it.”

“You desere better. Lucky for you , I am better.”

Click here for more writing prompts & sentence starters

© ModifiedUchiha 2023 ★ Feel free to use them for inspiration , but give credit if adding to a list ★

#inbox is open

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Me again, ok 2 things if you don’t mind me asking, 1. Where did ur inspiration come from after two months of not posting go/ what happened and 2. How come ur comments are turned off

Also the cliff hangar is beginning to eat me now:3

I genuinely have no clue, it's like something shook and kicked my brain 😭. I've been dealing with a lot of back to back irl stuff so I haven't been up to writing much. This happens every once in a while, my brain just gets like that.

I checked and my post replies and anon asks and stuff are still on. What comments thing are you referring to?

I'll have something longer published soonish hopefully :D

#most of what i have written is self indulgent so i gotta change some stuff around and make it more coherent before I post #this happens to me every once in a while though. i go through a brain fog and can't muster up the energy to write #or do anything other than rot in bed