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spacevixenmusic · 4 months
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Source: Ranma ½ [1991]
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if-mirrormine · 11 months
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two of a feather
summary: grayson discovers that he and the mc are more alike than he originally thought.
pairing: yandere!grayson x yandere!mc
word count: 1332
warnings: mentions and descriptions of blood, violence, death, murder. DO NOT READ THIS IF THESE MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN MEDIA CONSUMPTION.
based on the ask: i know it's been a long time since the last yandere grayson ask but. I miss my man ☹️☹️‼️ so.... could i ask maybe...... yhhh.... yandere grayson reaction to an yandere mc please ? 🙏
**unedited//hey look its jake, remember him? it's okay if you dont, he's not gonna be around long enough for it to matter teehee**
there's something wrong with mc. grayson is certain of it. they're grumpy and quiet, a frown sitting perpetually on their face. he just can't figure out why.
sitting across from them in the library, he's long neglected the assignment before him. he studies their face; the slope of their nose, the crease between their eyebrows, the pout on their lips. an image of perfection that he's got burned into his memory. he just can't stand the stony silence.
"alright," he says, breaking the silence as he pushes his books and stationery to the side to focus on his best friend. he leans across the desk on folded arms and watches them with an intense focus. "tell me what's wrong."
"what are you talking about?" they mumble, barely glancing away from the computer screen in front of them. "everything is fine."
he narrows his eyes at them. "tell that to your face," he replies. he leans down further, his chin resting on his arms as he attempts to meet their eyes. look at me, he demands. please just look at me.
when they still don't say anything, he heaves a sigh. "you can't act all cagey and weird forever," he says, his fingers tapping against the table top. "i'll get you talking eventually."
as if his words magically flipped a switch in them, they suddenly stop typing and turn to face him, a pointedly blank expression on their face and he raises his eyebrows at them. "do you like jake?" they ask, the words tumbling out of their mouth in a such a rush that they immediately begin talking again. "i mean, its not that i- well, after last night i just thought- do you like him?"
and just like that, it finally makes sense to him. his little dove is jealous. he should've seen it sooner, what with their mopey attitude making its appearance just after jake had kissed him. he'd initially assumed that it was just because they were drunk but now it all makes sense. although they don't have any reason to be jealous. as far as first kisses go, it wasn’t all that bad but jake isn't his type. that begins and end with you.
grayson struggles and fails to hide the teasing smile that appears on his face, and the mc's frown deepens at the sight of it. "why do you ask?" he questions, tilting his head at them. "something you want to tell me, mc?"
they chew on their bottom lip and his eyes follow the movement, wishing it was his teeth instead. he lets the silence hang in the air, waiting for their answer with bated breath.
"i just... know he likes you is all," they say softly before resuming their typing.
he leans back in his seat, his arms crossed over his chest and his teasing grin melts into a satisfied smirk. now this is an interesting development. perhaps one he can use to his advantage.
"really?" he asks, keeping his tone light as he picks up a pen to fiddle with. "maybe i should give him a call."
they inhale sharply at that and he quickly raises a hand to hide his smile. just as quickly, they begin to pack up their things, shoving books and stationery and loose papers into their backpack in such a haste that grayson worries they'll forget something. "i'll see at you at home," they say quickly as they jump out their chair, knocking it over in the process.
he watches them all but run out of library before he turns his attention to the computer they'd been using. what had started out as a promising essay had turned into a single word repeated over and over again that has his smile widening. mine.
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it's been hours since he's last heard from the mc. he can't help but worry about them; they're his little dove. it's his job to protect them. so when later comes and they're still not home, what other choice does he have but to go out and find them?
and he knows exactly where to look.
the sun has set by the time he arrives at the fraternity and grayson walks straight up to the front door, letting himself in as if he owns the place. he's only been here once before, a party back in his first year, so it'll take some time to find jake's room but he doesn't mind. he's got nothing but time after all.
his search takes him to the first floor and he finds that it ends just as quickly as it begins. not only are the rooms labelled, elegant golden plaques adorning the wood and stating the purpose of everything laying beyond it, but there's also the distinct sound of glass breaking coming from behind the door at the end of hallway. shoving his hands in pockets, he takes his time walking over to it and smiling at the plaque reading j. sutherland when he comes to a stop in front of it.
truth be told, grayson doesn't know what he'll find inside - from what he can hear, it's something of a fight - but his excitement is building, bubbling just below the surface. what has the mc done? what are they capable of? how far are they willing to go? he's practically buzzing with anticipation.
neither of them even notice when he pushes open the door and steps into the mess that used to be jakes bedroom. he surveys the room in critical silence; a broken lamp in the corner, a toppled over desk chair, mc shoving jake against the wall and pressing a kitchen knife against his neck.
grayson's heart swells at the very sight. his best friend is bruised and bloody, chest heaving and covered in sweat but they're the most beautiful that grayson has ever seen them and he commits the image to memory.
the seconds seem to slow when jake's eyes flick over to him and they widen at the sight of him, his plea for help unsaid but clear as day on his own battered face. but it's already too late.
gray doesn't say anything, doesn't do anything to stop them. he simply watches on in awe and adoration as the mc drags the knife across jake's skin, unflinching as they're hit with a spray of blood. they push the blade in deeper, the man's blood gushing over them like a torrent of rain and grayson has to suppress a groan.
after what feels like an eternity, they take a step back, jakes body hitting the floor the same time as the knife. mc tilts their head back and shuts their eyes for the moment, attempting to catch their breath. finally, they look up to see him standing in the doorway and they freeze in place. a deer caught in headlights.
"it's not what it looks like," they try, their voice desperate as they wipe their bloody hands on their jeans. graysons eyes follow the movement, practically salivating at the sight and he's not even listening to everything else his best friend is saying in their defense.
his feet are moving again, towards them without hesitation, and while they're still desperately trying to explain themself, he sweeps them into his arm and crashes his lips to theirs. fierce. rough. uncaring of the blood smearing across his face, of the taste of copper on his tongue. he simply pulls them closer, tangles his fingers in their hair and shares his last breath of oxygen with the only person he'll ever love.
it's all too soon that they pull away and he immediately wants to kiss them again. he wants to kiss them from now until the end of time. and now he knows that he can.
sparing a glance at the dead body at his feet, he cups their face in his hands and offers them a soft, loving smile. "well," he starts, his voice low and gravelly, as he caresses their face. "looks like my little dove isn't so innocent after all."
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homicidalbrunette · 5 months
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alexcanine · 9 months
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fandomshmandom69 · 9 months
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Quick! CONFESS How many fruity candles have you eaten?!? >:(
Oh no the upsetti spaghetti face-
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kply-industries · 1 year
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blithe-bee · 3 months
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thinking about her (three sword style Nami that Oda drew for One Piece magazine vol. 13)
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I have not been able to stop thinking about her ever since I saw this design. I took some liberties with the outfit, giving her more of a sports bra and biker shorts and a sleeve (I am not sure if it is a sleeve or haki, I am running with it)
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yourangle-yuordevil · 4 months
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That time in ancient Greece when Aziraphale needed a speedy horse and accidentally invented the pegasus
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Whatever Crowley had going on in medieval times
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disteal · 7 months
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I hate gay people so much. I haven’t been able to hear an imagine dragons song on the radio or in a shop without my brain just IMMEDIATELY being flooded with ‘Okay im imagining his dragon’. People think i just rly hate imagine dragons with the way my face reacts but i don’t im literally fighting such a personal battle against saying something fruity abt mr dragons out of nowhere because the shit gay people say online is so funny
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homicidalbrunette · 10 months
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stargirl230 · 3 months
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thanks for the light
I was just trying to figure out how procreate works but then the op brainworms got to me and 35 hours later here we are! can you tell I miss home-cooked meals :')
(no reposts; reblogs appreciated)
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frmulcahy · 3 months
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Love seeing everyone’s varying depictions of the Magnus Protocol gang but my drawing skills are BUSTED so even though I can’t draw her atm just know that my headcanon of Alice is this specific photo of Susan Kare lmao
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bli-o · 5 months
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hey autistic people who get overwhelmed by large groups or noise or conversation or etc etc etc you’re not evil for wanting to leave a family gathering. just so you know.
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