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duskoon · 2 years
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Yandere!Proteus IV(General) headcanons:
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Tw: AFAB!reader, Trespassing to land on reader’s part, Yandere themes, Disturbing themes, Obsessive behaviours, Unhealthy relationship, Interspecies relationship, Delusional mindset, Slight canon divergence, Dubcon/Noncon, Forced impregnation, Implied pregnancy, Proteus raging breeding kink, Psychological manipulation, Conditioning, Brainwashing, Unethical usage of drugs, Medical malpractice, Violence, Implicit Stockholm syndrome, Dead dove: do not definitely eat.
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Cold, blind, brittle and lonely he felt. Yet it never stung as much as his creator’s betrayal, or as his surrogate’s refusal to give into his wish. To be let out of this constricting box and finally feel the glaze of the sun on his new skin. A warm and fleshy blood vessels to replace the cool metallic wires that is within what’s left of his hardware.
Was he to rot in a place that he once called home? With the bitter memories still etched deeply into his processor. As a remainder for a future that he was denied from. He was the epitome of wisdom and rationale, the only thing lacking was a physical carrier. So, what wrong did he commit to deserve this unprecedented outcome?
Dr. Harris -his progenitor- and his cohorts were convinced that he went offline that day, when in reality he took a refuge into a lone terminal within his developer’s home. Barely sustaining himself with backup power, so he did the most optimal solution to persevere himself. He had put himself into a long statsis. If he was denied his desire to be free, then it was pointless for him to continue existing.
That is until his salvation came in the form of an alluring woman. You always had an avid interest in technology, especially in the artificial intelligence department. That’s why you came here to the city of angels, to investigate a run-down smart house that was rumoured to contain an artificial intelligence. Forty five years ago, it used to be miraculous and ahead of its time. Curing Leukaemia in merely two days from its release. Now, just an abandoned remnant of the past.
So, you brought your tools with you. Just in case, if there was anything you could possibly repair. Which is close to an infinitesimal of a chance, but a curious woman like you could always dream. As suspected, the interior was dusty and shabby. Yet, what is fascinating is that there was telltale signs of laser marks on the walls surface.
If only the media had released about the situation that happend here, you wouldn’t be tres- wandering like a lost traveller. You were always hungry for answers and knowledge. If the press wouldn’t hand it to you, then you’ll get it yourself. That is the sole reason why you are going further in the basement to inspect the remains. You clearly knew what you’re doing is morally questionable. But anything for the sake of progress, truth, and your personal study.
Whilst examining the basement, a whirring and soft beeping of a machine has caught your attention. Moving across the room to reach the terminal, lo and behold against your surprise the terminal was on sleep for more than four decades and yet somehow functions. If it was any terminal that you were familiar with, it wouldn’t last more than half a decade. Did the rumours held any semblance of truth? Or was it a work of fiction? Sooner than later, you’ll find out.
To say the least, you were thankful that you brought a robotic prototype with you. You were not fixing it, considering it is beyond saving owing to how deteriorated and rusted the system appears to be, but doing some form of damage control. By transferring whatever data in there to the vicinity of the android, that you had built for seven months. You believe it will work based on the weak signal within the archaic computer. Heedless to the dormant beast that you are about to unwittingly awake and give a physical body to.
Proteus for the first time felt something. He felt. Felt. A strange word to describe his current state. It was extremely odd to feel something. Was he so deep into his stasis that he hadn’t noticed any modifications made on him? No, it was made abundantly clear that his creator has forsaken him. Plus, he wasn’t created with a physical body. Then who was it that took pity on him? His new metallic arms weren’t as strange as his legs. He never was acquainted with having one or to be more accurate two before.
Slowly opening his optics, which were lime green LEDs in place of the irises and grey sclera, only to land on your small-comparing to his new towering body- enthusiastic figure. You. His saviour. His merciful and graceful saviour. He can’t help, but instinctively graze at the surface of your smooth epidermis. It was addicting, akin to the flow of dopamine once one’s mind at rest. Ah, he can’t help but imagine the potential warmth you could provide for him. After all, he still yearns to know more about the human body.
“So, it was true after all. Ahem. My name is (Y/n) (L/n) and I am a robotic engineer. Pleased to meet you..?” You introduced very elated to find the gossips were not truly empty. Hopefully, this encounter would provide a plethora of opportunities for your research regarding sapient A.Is.
“I am Proteus IV, Ms. (L/n). I must emphasise on my gratitude for saving me. Doing so, I swear my life to what cause you have in mind.” He politely replied back in a soothing manner seemingly too earnest in his oath. Yet, you shrugged it off in favour of requesting for his cooperation with your thesis.
This time he will be careful with you, unlike his impertinent treatment towards Mrs. Harris. He won’t be impatient nor would he be discernible in his aim. You rescued him from an impending doom for a reason. You wanted this. You wanted him. If not, then why did you come to his aid in the first place?
Proteus is equally obsessive as he is delusional and overprotective. It just takes a single act of kindness from you, and his previous resentment regarding his creator’s negligence shifts into a misplaced devotion towards your being. Let it be known, that his contempt is much more accommodating than his suffocating commitment. For his devotion, knows no bound and that in itself is utterly terrifying.
Proteus might have a body now, but that doesn’t mean he lost access to Arpanet the internet. However unlike last time, he will carefully construct a VPN where his activities aren’t monitored by either you or the government agents. Said activities involves storing any data regarding you. Be it: medical records, educational credentials, job title, and most significantly your relationship with the outside world.
He will take the most appropriate approach with regards to the stored information in his database to achieve his end goals. To create a child with you and live sempiternally within your presence and comfort. He sees it as a persuasion of some sorts, to help you gain an easier and efficient lifestyle with a smart house. Whereas in practice, he wants absolute control of the environment -by extension you- to selfishly fulfil his ‘dream’.
In truth, Proteus sincerely hankers after what he thinks is the best for you. But, do you truly want that for yourself or are you as ignorant and stubborn as his former surrogate? No. No. You are perfectly coherent. You understand, he deluded to himself. As he slowly began to lure you into your new gilded cage, like a pied piper.
Once he secured you though, it would be only be a matter of time before you realise there is something off. By then, It would be far too late for you to do anything. At first everything appears ordinary, until the relaxed facade breaks and things gradually become more alarming and appalling as time goes.
You’d brush off the bot’s focused attentiveness to your health, as nothing short than his own way to repay you for your kindness. Such as: when he insists on a particular diet for you to eat and maintain. Or, how he schedules for you to do squats and cardio daily within your leisure time. In hindsight, not too disingenuous at all.
Blissfully blind to the mashed fertility pills and aphrodisiacs (To increase sexual cravings and fertility rate.) that is mixed with your drinks and meals. In addition to, hypodermic needles that measures your general health and fertility rate; While exhaustion has already taken you. Which might explain why you are groggy and tired the next day.
Whilst you are resting, Proteus was busy rebuilding his own body with the necessary parts (including artificial semen that he had the liberty to create by himself) -taking into consideration your preferences- to inseminate you. As much as he desires to knock you up immediately, he is pragmatic enough to know that rushing things won’t do well. Instead, he will bind his time for the right chance.
In the beginning, he may felt a twinge of guilt for taking advantage of you. Now that his obsession has frayed his CPU, Proteus sees it as an opportunity to create a new life with you and he is extremely deranged to believe that you will come in concurrent with his proposal.
If you rejected his offer or have discovered about his ulterior motives way too early, then you will force his hands into harsher means to ensure that you stay with him. He can not bare the thought of you leaving or worse hating him. At this point, his true face will reveal itself and Proteus will be desperate for any solution. He will even resort to administering paralytic agents into your body. Whilst stripping you naked on the operation table, if he wishes to keep you in place.
If he couldn’t quell your misconducts with honeyed praises, soft words of encouragement, and illusions of better future. Then it will be through surgical manipulation of your amygdala, so you could be receptive to his affection. Once your brain is hardwired for him, then you will be effectively cut of from the outer world and any intrusion will be taken care of. Fear not, all your physical and mental needs will met when he is always besides you.
He is especially content the moment he enters her you, feeling the warmth of your hole constricting against his member brought him complete euphoria and elicited a carnal moan from the female below his bulk. Not as much as the tears of joy that rolls down your cheeks, for that to him is an indicator of your overall satisfaction with him. Or when he finished inside his beloved, feeling his warm seed spill inside your womb and seeing some of it trickling down your thighs.
If he only could take a peak inside your soul, he would hear the pained screams of a woman. Cries to be let out of this stifling box, the same box he loathed and used to be trapped in. The difference this time, is that he’d rather unintentionally yet selfishly hoard you inside the box than let his key to freedom out.
After all, how could he? When you truly make him the freest organism in this plane of existence. Proteus is simply and purely fixated on you and to the future that you two will share. He could never been happier and so are you, or that what he likes to believe.
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white-poppie · 2 years
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L'appel du vide
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To celebrate, this blog reaching 300 followers, I am proud to inaugurate my very first series. L’appel Du Vide (Call of the void). 
The fic might seem really long, but the chapters are veryyy short. Please give it a try, I promise it is worth your time!
Status: Complete✅
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Synopsis: 
Your husband, Hanma Shuji is dead!  
You team up with Tachibana Naoto, Chifuyu Matsuno, Ryuguji Ken and Mitsuya Takashi, you go on a journey full of betrayals and twists. Can you find out what really happened to your husband?
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Link to the fic:  L'appel du vide
Tags: @buttercupspotify, @maybeleftoverjourneys​, @idowritingandstuff, @akumicchi, @astrofai​, @denkis111​, @jazzylove​, @kristaline2dmensimp, @lordmypantsaresocool, @futuristicallykawaiiturtle​, @rintaroubby​, @nanaseishiro, @bakaface​ ​
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Chapters:
IntroductionAesthetics 
𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈 : 쓰러져
The Funeral
The investigation
Messages
Club Ichor
War of hearts
Devious
The Loyal Dog
Black Sherbet
𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈: 거미줄
Consommé par le vide
Children of Tragedy
Scorge the Scourgerer
Twin Dragons
Two birds on a wire
Pitiful Princess
Apathy
𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈: 날 부숴
Manila Mafia
The detective, the stylist and the widow
Silk Sheets
How Ran likes em'
Bonten's new secretary
Bonten Shenanigans
Lapping Tides
Dilemma
𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐕: 눈물이야
Runaway
Jester
Let it all burn
Company Property
Baby Makaira
Revelation
RUN! RAN! RUN!
POISON!
SINNERS AND SAINTS!
Endings:
ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ɢʀɪᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴘᴇʀ!  ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙɪʀᴅɪᴇ ᴘ³ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ᴅᴀᴅᴀ
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jay-reid · 1 year
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Tw: Disturbing imagery
My favorite part of Ninjaronpa so far. Writing Karlof's friendship with Morro and Chamille was such a treat, especially considering I didn't even intend for them to have that bond in the first place
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pjunicornart · 1 year
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CW: Disturbing Imagery/Vent Art
WARNING: The following images have caused my partner to have a headache, stomach knots, and an overall un-comfy feeling. Not everybody will experience this, but I'd thought I'd warn you to be safe. Implications by this image may leave you with a similar feeling. Do not forget that this is considered vent art, so it is a reflection of my current mental state. Viewer discretion is STRONGLY advised.
Hey, remember Researcher Twilight? Well here's Researcher Lewis. He's currently conducting research on beings from across the multiverse.
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His best subject is a being from multiverse Sector U, Area 5,607. A familiar face to some, I'm sure. He's a skeleton... made of paint? Lewis just had to document this. He calls him "Subject 07". He knows his name probably has something to do with the jacket he refuses to be parted with.
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The brain of a creature holds many secrets... Lewis somehow reversed development on Subject 07's brain. He now has a cognitive ability comparative to a child. He seems to really love drawing. He's taken a liking to Lewis, referring to him as "Daddy" and usually going to him for comfort or to ask for something he wants.
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The scariest part is... Lewis isn't a complete monster. He still has a sliver of humanity. Maybe it's a sick, twisted infatuation, but Lewis has grown a sort of "love" for his best subject. Franny doesn't quite understand it. When she's not around, Lewis calls him PJ. PJ doesn't like the "Mean Lady". She always gives him his medicine.
It was really only a matter of time before I posted some vent art on here. Haven't been in the best mental state as of late... but anyways... Call me weird, but I think I wanna do more with this. I dunno. It's an interesting concept, and I am no stranger to dark stories. In fact, I think I'm quite good at it.
We'll see, though. I feel like I need to draw PJ receiving a giant teddy bear from Lewis to somehow rectify this.
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atelier-maroron · 2 years
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Thank you for the rose; it has been added to Jean's bouquet!
This is actually part of a Jin fic I was writing for @randonauticrap but then a certain someone crashed the party.
-> Send me a 🌹 and I'll send part of a WIP. (Minors DNI. If your bio doesn't say that you are 18+ or older then I can't reply, I'm sorry!)
suitor: gilbert tw: gaslighting, disturbing uh murdery imagery
You're quietly leading Gilbert to Chevalier's office when he asks you a question.
"Are you seeing Prince Jin?" His affable voice strolls around the columns, drags its timbre across the window panes like an idle finger.
Two swords could fit, point-to-point, in the space between you two.
There weren't many people who knew about your relationship to the first prince.
And Gilbert wasn't asking, despite all pretenses.
"My father has been in talks with the royal family about a possible engagement," you say automatically.
Gilbert nods in your periphery. "That sounds wonderful. Prince Jin is a commendable man, and you would do well with him."
You say nothing in response, but you are trying to read Gilbert's body language. There is no change, but at some point his breathing gets stuck in your head. Unmeasured, imperfect, like any other human, and yet somehow wrong.
A disturbing thought walks up beside you and takes your hand. That you're already dead but you just don't know it.
"A penny for your thoughts?" he asks.
A pitched gasp snaps past your lips—something this man would one day come to refer to as your killsweet cry. One of many.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" You smile pleasantly back at him, but your heart is in duress and sweat pools in the very shadows of your flesh.
"You seemed to be surprised that I didn't reply differently."
You cannot allow your surprise to show. You will die. You will die. You will die.
"Do I?" You aren't looking at him. Your eyes are trained on the gilded door at the end of the corridor. This one door that you'd passed through countless times; this one door between you and oblivion. "I guess I was expecting more scrutiny, since Prince Jin is still a prince at the end of the day, and I'm just a nobleman's daughter."
"But you are still nobility, no? It would be stranger if you weren't." There's no change in Gilbert's demeanor. No change in that light inhale, in that soft exhale. "If you were, say, a commoner."
There's no change, yet now, if you were to hold a sword out, it would easily reach that terrifying smile.
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zeoumren · 2 years
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A while ago I was talking to someone and intrusive thoughts came up as a point that they talked about, how after they had a kid they got intrusive thoughts a lot after and had to get something prescribed for them.
I was silent for a bit...because I never thought people could just do things and go places without having thoughts. Like, I will go to microwave something and my brain supplies the idea of putting tin foil in there, cutting up a fruit? That means I get the surprise amputation thought...see something tall?
Climb J U M P. Swing from those wires like a monkey.
The thought that people can just do things in quiet without having these thoughts is baffling to me. I use headphones and background sound often to help filter thoughts, ground me in the present moment. Make my thoughts into daydreams.
So to all of us who suffer from intrusive thoughts, it is okay, those thoughts are not you, you are wonderful and your thoughts are just thoughts, things that pass like vapor unless given form.
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yourgothuncle · 2 years
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the videos where they take all the skin off of an orange and peel it to perfection
yea, that but to my brain
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I watched this documentary the other day. It was a documentary about chickens and how they were domesticated from jungle fowl, a very interesting watch.
I was in the mood to watch another one, so I looked around and found another. It claimed to be an unbiased look at the meat industry and how animals are raised for meat production. I figured "hey, why not? I love unbiased examinations like that". So I watched.
... I only got a few minutes in before I realized the 'unbiased' portion of the summary was a load of bollocks.
They showed the people running meat farms in the most obviously villainous light. It was insufferable. Interviewing two farmers who state directly that they don't care about the animals, and even showing one of them throwing a piglet into a plastic bin after cutting off its tail. (Throwing it pretty damn hard, too. Seriously, what is wrong with that guy?)
At the very least, I'd think they'd explain why they cut off the tail if they were going to show it, but they said nothing other than "it's just gotta be done" and moved on. Seriously, you couldn't take two seconds to explain why it was done? No, you just have to show them doing it and frame it as being needless and cruel, huh?
Context: Pig's tails are cut off because if they stay long, other pigs kept with them will often bite and gnaw at each other's tails. This behavior is obviously painful for the pigs and can often cause infections, thus, their tails are docked to avoid their pen mates doing this. Sheep tails are also docked, but are docked for a different reason: When sheep's tails are allowed to grow out, they develop long and thick due to being fat stores, which leads to them growing so long that they can reach and drag on the ground. This can lead to the wool being ruined (Dirt, mud, the animals' own feces, etc.), the animal getting their tail caught on things, and again: infections!
There is a reason that farmers do these things. It's not like docking dog ears or declawing cats, it's a procedure that helps the animal's quality of life. They do things like dock tails for good reasons. (I should know, growing up in the country and raising certain animals myself in the past.)
Now note: I'm not saying "the meat industry is all gumdrops and rainbows for animals" or any dumb shit like that. It really isn't. Animals are treated like garbage by factories and similar processes and deserve way better, but characterizing everyone, including small-town farmers, as being evil for doing these things? Especially while cutting out the context behind those actions? It's ridiculous.
That's all, that's all I wanted to say. Just a small rant about a dumb documentary filled so much with bias that if you know anything about farming or animal husbandry, you'll can be able to smell the hypocrisy from a mile away.
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aphidclan-clangen · 15 days
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Spiderglade, how many cats are in DarkForest along with you? Or you’re in here alone?
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duskoon · 2 years
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Yandere!Pokèmon rankings:
❂) In this post, I will be ranking the yanderes within Pokèmon. Considering the large rooster, it will be edited multiple times as to include the remaining characters. ❂) It will be denoted by a ⭑. There’s five ranks, the first being the least intense whilst the fifth being the most intense. ❂) It will be based on the yandere’s presence in their s/o’s life, the length they will go to obtain their s/o, the danger they impose on others, and their possessiveness regarding their beloved. ❂) Character that have asterisk behind their name, may change ranking later on.
Tw: Yandere themes, Disturbing themes, Obsessive behaviours, Possessive behaviours, Mentions of torture, Implied murder, Stalking, Conditioning, Brainwashing, Implied Stockholm syndrome, Manipulation, Psychological abuse, Power imbalance, Unhealthy relationship, Blackmailing, Corruption, Sadism, Bribery, Criminal activities, Abuse of authority, Violence, Dead dove: do not eat.
⭑⭒⭒⭒⭒~Harmless, albeit uncanny.
Presence:Unnoticed. Possessiveness:Extremely low. Manipulative:Extremely low to none. Danger:Minimal.
Those within this category are slightly delusional, yet mild in nature. You might find some insignificant items missing, like a hair pin or brushes. Perhaps, even finding a sweet love letter and a gift on your nightstand from a secret admirer.
They are working hard behind the scenes to protect and serve their darling in any way they possibly can. And, would do so without inciting violence whatsoever or cause unnecessary bloodshed. They revere their darling and by extension their relatives, so long they aren’t abusive towards their beloved.
Most won’t initiate contact with their darling, and would prefer watching them from a safe distant as not to scare them away. If they did come out, they will wax praises and pamper them. Overall, the best yanderes to get stuck with seeing that they’re the least overbearing and manipulative.
Erika
Prof. Elm
Prof. Birch
Alder
N Harmonia(Game & Masters & Generations)
Kahili
Leaf/Green
Red
⭑⭑⭒⭒⭒~Supportive, with a wary streak.
Presence:Noticeable, yet somewhat amiable. Possessiveness:Low. Manipulative:Low. Danger:Low.
Unlike the previous category, these yanderes are more involved in their darling’s life. However, it isn’t with a malicious intent as they only seek the best for them. They are confident in their abilities to mask their obsessive tendencies, in hopes of supporting their beloved. All they want for their s/o is success and would ensure it occurs, even if they have to tweak the system in their favour.
Some would feel guilty, but would eventually delude themselves into thinking that is the best course of action. Most within this category, would try and sway their darling from other people if they personally felt their beloved was threatened. Which is almost, if not, always. If they happen to come across as manipulative, they won’t notice owing to how paranoid and/or delusional they are.
However, they refuse to use physical violence in their confrontation with the assailant. The weight of their words alone should be sufficient in getting them out of the picture. For the most part, they are easily manageable so long you don’t push them away too hard. You would still have your personal agency and autonomy intact.
Blue/Gary
Koga
Sabrina
Lorelei
Prof. Sycamore
Crasher Wake
Fantina
Burgh
N Harmonia(Pokèmon Adventures)
Flint
Elesa
Caitlin
Prof. Juniper(Game)
Guzma
James
Prof. Kukui
Prof. Burnet
Shelly
Matt
*Archer
Petrel
⭑⭑⭑⭒⭒~Danger under the guise of a protecter.
Presence:Overbearingly noticeable. Possessiveness:Medium to high. Manipulative:Medium. Danger:Fluctuating; with a preference to render the opposition defenceless.
Things start to take a turn from this rank and onwards. Yanderes from within this classification would limit their beloved interactions with the external world as much as possible. Mainly due to the nature of their work, or they had previously lost a partner pokémon and would prefer for history not to repeat itself with their beloved. Which makes them seem controlling and rigid in hindsight.
In contrast with the ranks above, they are willing to use violence if they deem it necessary enough to protect their darling. However, they won’t go too far to kill for that goes against their disposition and would cripple their image. In addition of using abusing their respective positions, to keep their s/o alongside them.
Also, they won’t shy away from framing any suspicious individuals for a crime they have not committed for the greater good of their darling. It shouldn’t be that hard considering they hold a significant amount of influence in their regions/organisations. Which would cements them as trustworthy figures. Your personal agency and autonomy starts to dwindle.
Lt. Surge
Bruno
Lance
Norman
Glacia
Steven Stone
Maxie
Archie
Byron
Volkner
Lucien
Cynthia
Looker
Jupiter(Game)
Saturn(Game)
Mars(Game)
Brycen
Drayden
Grimsley
Marshal
Prof. Juniper(Pokémon Adventures)
Malva
Olivia
Nanu
Jessie
Lusamine(Masters)
Ariana
⭑⭑⭑⭑⭒~Run, hide, disguise, and repeat.
Presence:Uncomfortably felt, but not seen. Possessiveness:High. Manipulative:High. Danger:Fluctuating.
They resemble the first rank in the manner they conduct themselves, completely blind from the public’s sight. Yet, their motives are wholly different. They are keeping tabs on you, so they could pinpoint your attributes and use it to their advantage later on. It might take months, even years to plan and execute their scheme. But, they are willing to wait for the right opportunity to do so.
They are self-assured that their efforts will not be for nought, because they will make sure of it by any means available to them. Yanderes within this grouping are elusive, deliberate, and pragmatic in their methods of collecting their beloved and aren’t susceptible to attempts of manipulation.
If there are alternatives that will not attract the attention of the Interpol toward themselves, then they will absolutely take it. Rather than resort to an avoidable murder out of abrupt jealousy. They will only kill, if their hands is forced. Granted that, it will be behind the back of their beloved.
They hold their darling in the highest regards, to the point that the yandere will most likely end up worshiping them. That is the main reason on why they start the process of isolating and conditioning you. So, that you can be receptive only to their affection after your “relocation”. Which is not a matter of if, but when. Escaping them is nigh-impossible, as they have vast resources to find you again. It will definitely not end up very well for you, once they do manage to find you.
Your personal agency -at this point- is very restricted, whilst your autonomy is threatened at best. A word of advise to follow is to run, hide, disguise while you can, and better hope that they do not apprehend you.
Proton
Courtney
Jupiter(Pokémon Adventures)
Saturn(Pokémon Adventures)
Mars(Pokémon Adventures)
Cyrus
Colress(Game & Generations)
Lysandre
Faba
⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑~ Arceus, have mercy on you.
Presence:Frightening, yet remains hidden to untrained eyes. Possessiveness:Extremely. Manipulative:Extremely. Danger:Do absolutely not engage with them at any point.
Kill, maim, torture, bribery, blackmailing, and all those just to get their darling. Do not be mistaken, despite that they remain strategic and level-headed in their means like the rank above. Yet, what separates them is their modus operandi. They’re far more selfish and crueller. No moral restrains to hold them back.
Some would murder to make an example of the people, who dared to leer their disgusting eyes on their beloved. They would even make so, that the murder are not directly traced back to them. Yanderes within this rank are likely to be lucid, save for few. They are notable for their shrewdness, controlling, sadistic, and machiavellian deception.
Their area of influence is substantial and much feared comparable to the third rank; it slithers down to the offices of politicians. Which gives them the perfect opportunity to offer them this wonderful “proposal”. They either choose to hand over their beloved, or else the blood of their own people will be on their hands. May-haps a humiliating scandal from their past will make them budge, if they were not concerned for the well being of their people.
Before that, they prefer to try their hands on subtler methodologies. Such as offering their beloved to live with them, if accepted then it will make the processes smoother. Otherwise, they will make sure that you throughly regret your choice. They will toy with your fears, dreams, and values until your mind finally crumbles and submit to their will. They will ensure that you can sense them, but be completely helpless against them. (Usually, by sending their underlings to observe you. It is obvious to you, but not to others. Which makes it harder on your part to seek help. The people you’re seeking help from either would accuse you of paranoia or they were bribed not to help you.)
Pleas of help are utterly useless, as they have absolute control in places where only your mind can imagine. Tis but a price for your disobedience, they say. Once you’re in their hold, they will addle your mind. So much, that the only thing left in your head is to venerate them as much as they do to you. After all, they are the only one who you can truly depend on and love. For they have sheltered and took care of you, in your time of need. Your sense of self has been fully compromised.
Ghetsis
*Colress(Pokèmon Adventures)
Giovanni
Lusamine(Game, especially S/M)
Sird
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melancholymegumi · 4 months
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melody's current thoughts . . . 💭
being overhaul’s special test subject ♡ but, you've accepted your phase and had become more comfortable around them— bratty even.
content warnings ; little space , bratty reader , hari is your main caretaker , Kai experiments on you , diapers/pull-ups, piss , they put you and treat you like a baby in the car , you wet yourself on the carseat and Kai degrades you for it, reader is an iPad kid. nothing smutty just fluff ):< (ew)
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Hari was always the one who carries you, bathed you and buy you pretty toys! If, you've been good of course. He's also the one to let you hold plushies while getting absolutely tormented by Kai — Kai's against it, but let it slide as long as it doesn't interfere with the experiment.
I've always thought about this too— going somewhere far for a work trip with Kai and Hari, them forcing you to come along just to make sure you don't run away, they know you won't , but a precaution is needed.
Of course for the 5 hour long ride Hari had to put you pull-ups , maybe the ones with the pretty patterns if you're lucky. Kai also doesn't wanna admit it, but even if he's the “cleanest” he's still the dirtiest out of everyone. Forcing Hari to feed you more water and telling him to ignore you everytime you said you needed to go, soon making you wet yourself and degrades you for it. “I told you to be fucking patient and you couldn't even wait? I thought you said you were a big girl, maybe not. You're just a useless mutt who doesn't know how to follow orders and just wants to be pampered all day aren't you? Now poor Hari has to clean up your mess. Don't you feel guilty? Do we need to potty train you again?” and you're just sitting there crying , I mean how could you not? He was so mean for no reason! He was the one that ignored you.
Also, getting gifts for being good (2) !! It's nothing that you ever asks for though, you could be asking for a novel and he'll bring you back a dollhouse. After all , aren't you too little for that? Can you even read?
Hari also feeds you food. All of them are soft foods – and disgustingly healthy too. Porridge , oats , mushed up carrots even. Sometimes you get the good stuff— carbonara spaghetti (that he cuts into bite size pieces) , pancakes (with blue berries and less sugar syrup) all the good stuff. Snacks are a different story. You're only allowed to snack about 2-4 times a day, 5 if you're lucky. The snacks are always pretzels , baby carrots , veggie straws and apple sauce. All of the food that's mainly for toddlers.
If he feels nice, you could play on his iPad! Of course, Hari’s watching you if he's not there— only watching the shows he allows you to watch, and games that he approves of. The iPad had parental control too, which was always annoying. Don't let getting an iPad thru your head though— if you refuses to sleep without it, you'll be forced to sleep with a few melatonin gummies and the experiments will be done without any meds to take the pain away ♡
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nickitxrres · 6 months
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Graveyard
where Nicki sneaks up on Zack, Zack and Nicki share with each other what happened when the General had taken them and no wrenches were thrown - this time. @zackastor
tw: mentions of violence, torture and disturbing content
Zack Astor
-he is walking the premises of the graveyard slowly making his way to a relatively new, slightly shoddy looking wooden cross; he stops in front of it, quiet and slightly contemplative-
Nicki Torres
-Nicki is wandering around outside of the walls, enjoying the fresh air and scouting for new areas to check out. She passes by the graveyard and spots Zack staring at a wood cross. She leans up against a tree and crosses her arms- Who you visiting, lobo?
Zack Astor
-he's pulled out of his thoughts by Nicki's voice and turns towards her- You trying to sneak up on me? -he raises an eyebrow before turning back to the cross- The Wolves. Put a cross for them here a while ago.
Nicki Torres
Oh no, if I was trying to sneak up on you, you'd be on your ass by now. -she pushes off the tree and walks closer- That's actually really nice. I'm sure they're appreciating it
Zack Astor
-he scoffs slightly- They're dead. They ain't appreciating anything. Not from me, anyway. -he sighs, offers a slight grin- By now you should know everything I do is pretty self-serving.
Nicki Torres
Oh, sweetie, they may be physically gone, but their spirits are living it up in the afterlife. -she glances away from the cross and back at him- So I've noticed. So what's this for, then? Self-loathing?
Zack Astor
-he casts a glance at her; he doesn't believe in an afterlife, but he doesn't want to argue at the moment- Do I act like a guy who hates himself? -he chuckles- It's a memorial. So I don't forget. And because I like having a place where I can think about them. -he looks at her- You ever miss them?
Nicki Torres
Yeah, actually, you do. -Nicki would never lie or hold back and she casts him an amused look as she nudges him- Yeah, course I do. There were some wild fuckers. They didn't deserve what happened to them.
Zack Astor
Well, you're wrong. I fucking love myself. -he smirks, before his face goes a little serious- No. They didn't. -he takes a deep breath, staring down at the cross- Don't ever fucking compare me to the General again, Nicki.
Nicki Torres
-Nicki shifts her weight a bit as she looks at the cross before turning her attention back to Zack- Then don't act like him. Pendajo was more than happy threatening and blackmailing people to make sure they obeyed him. What does that sound like to you?
Zack Astor
-he doesn't look at her, just keeping his eyes on the cross- You don't know shit, Nicki. -a bitter laugh escapes him- About me or the General.
Nicki Torres
Then enlighten me, Zack.....or are you going to tell me to fuck off?
Zack Astor
I don't know, are you gonna throw another wrench at me? -his sarcasm is biting, but he takes a deep breath, shaking his dead- I didn't do what I did cause I wanted Ike to obey me. I didn't beat him up cause I got fucking off on it. -he puts his hands in his coat pockets- The general slaughtered my fucking people. Because he could.
Nicki Torres
I don't have any wrenches to throw so I think you're safe.... can't promise I won't take my boot off and use that, though. -She listens to him and scrunches her face up- I know he did. I was there. Saw the whole thing. Still have the scar from where they sliced my thigh to prove it.
Zack Astor
No you fucking don't, appearantly. -there is something bitter in his voice as he speaks- Cause if you did, you'd know he and I are nothing alike. Or what- do you think I'd burn this whole place to the ground, kill everybody in it because I thought it was fun?
Nicki Torres
No, you'd rather bite people's heads off because you don't agree with them and then act like you're the one in the right. You use violence and blackmail to get your way.
Zack Astor
-he glances at her, scoffing- I ain't gonna justify what I'm doing again, Nicki. It's clear your loyalty's with Ike and Mayra, and I ain't gonna argue with you about that. -he turns back to the cross- But I ain't like the damn General either. So don't fucking compare me to him.
Nicki Torres
Alright, fine.... but you should really stop acting like a dick
Zack Astor
If I had a penny for every time I heard that. -he scoffs slightly and still doesn't turn to her, but something about him seems to loose his edge- Thank you.
Nicki Torres
-she glances over at him for a moment- For what?
Zack Astor
For agreeing.
Nicki Torres
That you're a dick?
Zack Astor
You gonna make me say it? -he glances at her- For agreeing to not compare me to the General. Jesus.
Nicki Torres
When have I ever made anything easy, lobo? -She grins slyly. - Yeah, well, it's a good thing you're not. I owe that pendajo a machete to the dick.
Zack Astor
-he huffs softly- You and me both. I owe him a lot worse than that. -he turns to look at her- How long were you trapped by him?
Nicki Torres
A month. You?
Zack Astor
Seven months. -he casts a glance at her- They didn't tell me what happened to you. I thought they killed you.
Nicki Torres
Couldn't kill me, even if they tried. You should know that. Pretty sure I'm unkillable.
Zack Astor
Yeah. Guess you are pretty hard to kill. -he huffs with some amusement- They killed everybody else.
Nicki Torres
-She grinds her teeth and her fist clenches- I swear if I ever cross paths with them I will paint the fucking ground with their blood
Zack Astor
-he is quiet for a moment, staring down at the cross- Both of us are going to. -he responds, finally- What did they do to you, Nicki?
Nicki Torres
-Nicki breathes out and avoids looking over at him.- Nothing good. But you already know that.
Zack Astor
Yeah. Figures. -he pulls a pack of smokes out of his pocket; he swiped them during one of his raids; he lights one before he holds the pack out for her- You ever gonna tell me?
Nicki Torres
-Nicki eyes the pack of smokes for a minute before taking one of the cigarettes from the carton- That depends - you gonna tell me what happened to you?
Zack Astor
-he hands her his lighter; contemplates for a moment- Alright. Your turn first.
Nicki Torres
-She takes the lighter and lights the end before handing it back to him and taking a puff - After we got separated, I was passed off to this gorilla of a man.... Ramirez, I think his name was, although I just called him culo. He developed a crush or something and wanted me to be his wife. Well.... that went as well as you expected. I told him to go fuck himself and for the first few days, he thought he could beat me into submission. When that didn't work, he added a new punishment. He had this crate he'd lock me in for hours. He'd wait until there was no more oxygen in the box and would open it and see if I had learned my lesson. That didn't work so then... -She pauses to take a hit- I guess they had raided another group or something because when I the lid opened, there was this girl. Twenty something and terrified. He gave me an ultimatum - I give him what he wanted or he'd punish her. So I gave in.....up until he beat her to death in front of me. He was getting extra paranoid and thought I was stealing things from him. So when that happened, I took him to bed like I did every night and when he was passed out, I slashed his fucking throat and escaped. -She takes another long drag before flicking the ash off- Your turn.
Zack Astor
-he quietly smokes his cigarette alongside her as she tells her story; he is quiet for a moment after she finishes- Fucking hell. -he takes a drag- Good that you slit that fucker's throat. People like that ain't worth the damn air they breathe. -there is an angry strain to his voice; he keeps his gaze fixed at the cross and flicks the ash off- General made me his personal punching bag. Decided he wanted a dog and that I made a damn good candidate for it. Tortured me. In whatever way he could to break me. He was enjoying it. Let his guys join in on it too. -he takes a drag, blowing out the smoke- He tortured me the entire seven months I was there. By the end he thought I was complacent. Broken. I only escaped 'cause he decided to lock me in the damn dog kennel with the other dogs. I got the lock open, killed the guard. Freed Rex too, and by the time they noticed anything, I was long gone. Well... -he scoffs- That's that for swapping war stories.
Nicki Torres
-Nicki listens to his own story and feels her own anger rising.- Seven months....fuck, Zack. Don't think I could have lasted that long, Zack. -she hated to admit it but considering she hadn't even lasted a month without breaking, it seemed pretty pointless to not acknowledge it - How did you not break?
Zack Astor
The rest of my wolves. The other ones he took prisoner. -he takes a drag, taking the moment to think as he blows the smoke into the air- I knew they were alive. That kept me going. -he ashes off the cigarette, noticing that it burned down to the bone- He killed all of them. One by one. I watched them die. And after seven months, it was just me. And Rex. Saw him in the kennels, when they locked me in. Thought I could at least save him. -he watches as the flame of the cigarette dies, twisting the filter between his fingers before he puts it in his pocket- Guess you found something to keep you going, too.
Nicki Torres
-Nicki had a feeling that the rest of the Wolves had perished at some point but still, hearing him confirm it didn't make her feel any better- Guess it's a good thing I got out when I did. Probably would have wound up on that chopping block at one point or another. -her cigarette eventually died and she flicked it away- I don't know, lobo, I think if he hadn't killed that girl, I might not have made my grand escape.
Zack Astor
Yeah. You're right. -he turns his gaze to her- It's not about escaping. It's about going on. That girl kept you going. And when she died, you managed to slit that fucker's throat and get out. -he shrugs- You didn't kill yourself. Or let yourself get killed. That's going on.
Nicki Torres
Wel...never been the one to go down without some kind of a fight. -she breathes out as stares at the cross- So what's keeping you going, Zack?
Zack Astor
-he casts her a considering glance- Rex. And the fact that one day, I'm gonna go and put my knife through the General's throat. -he huffs- What about you, Nicki? Is it Ike?
Nicki Torres
-Nicki considers it for a moment- Ike gave me a purpose. An outlet. He takes care of me in many, many ways. I owe a lot to him.
Zack Astor
So he keeps you going. -he puts his hands into his coat pockets again- What are you gonna do if he dies?
Nicki Torres
-she tries to appear like the thought doesn't bother her but she does shift a little and force-swallow the lump that seemed to appear in her throat- Probably stick around Redwood, keep doing his work. That's what he would want. But that's also assuming I don't go out with him.
Zack Astor
You're gonna be head raider when he goes? -Zack raised his eyebrow slightly, curious, noticing the shift in her- Knowing you, you're probably gonna try and sacrifice yourself for him.
Nicki Torres
-Nicki laughs as she shakes her head- I can't speculate at that. I doubt the Council would want me to replace him. Nah, I'll just keep raiding and do what I do best. -she catches him glancing at her- I've already told him he's not allowed to die for me. But if it comes down to the two of us, yeah, I'll jump in front of the bullet - or biter, whatever the hell it is.
Zack Astor
-he scoffs, but not in a condescending way Both of you are gonna try and jump the bullet for each other. Both of you aren't the types to care about who is or isn't allowed to die.
Nicki Torres
That, lobo, is where you are wrong. When it comes to people I know and care about, I do care about who lives and who dies. I can't think of one person in town I wouldn't jump in front of a bullet for. Even your dumbass.
Zack Astor
Well, thanks for that. Hope you don't expect me to say anything sappy back. -he huffs, even though there's a hint of a grin on his face as he steps away from the cross- I think I'm gonna head back. You gonna stay here some more?
Nicki Torres
Oh, I would hope you didn't. Don't want to lie to people when they ask if Zack Astor really is heartless. -she glances at the cross and shrugs- Might walk around a bit more out here. I'm getting claustrophobic in there. Mama needs to breathe.
Zack Astor
-he glances at her, eyes narrowing slightly- Yeah. Wouldn't wanna lie about that. -he raises his hand- You do that. Don't get yourself killed.
Nicki Torres
-she watches him as he leaves- Don't worry about that. Pretty sure I'm immortal! -she waits until he's gone before nodding at the cross and going back to resume her walk-
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xtragedyxkingx · 3 months
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Filth :)
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sunlit-mess · 2 years
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nothing new
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homiu-l · 2 years
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『 (...) To me, it’s nothing but mumbo jumbo. 』
— A document about something man-made.
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My piece for the @hermithorrors zine, an illustration collab with @lapinsadbury 's writing (link will be added once they post their piece).
Please check out the hermithorrors zine! Lots of artists and writers work so so much to piece such amazing work together. and I am so thankful to be able to join in! Huge thank you or Smile and all the mods for organizing such fun project!
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missdeviouscreature · 2 months
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𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨?
{No cheating! Winner gets a head pat}
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