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Rules & Requests!

Request status: Open

I don't post NSFW on my blog and if asked to write a request like that, I will deny and block you. The most I will ever do is be suggestive but even that's stretch.

I'm fine with people interacting with my blogs, regardless of age as long as you don't comment anything gross or reblog it under inappropriate use.

People older than me, please don't message me because I am not comfortable speaking with 18+. I'm not 18 yet, I don't want to speak with adults. You can still request me to write if you are 18+ just as long as you don't try to make too much small talk or ask personal questions, please and thank you.

I'll write for pretty much any fandom as long as it doesn't involve NSFW or isn't intended for underaged consumers. I want to respect creators' work and boundaries, as well as my own boundaries.

Currently, I'm fixated on the Sonic franchise so anything relating to that would amazing! :D

#xviiper #pinned #requests

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Yandere Sonic

Yes, yes, this is a bit of a random drabble. Grammar might not be the best but, hey, you get something! I'll probably do some writing for this guy later on, we'll see!

Sonic

Ah yes, the name of the games, comics and films: Sonic. Honestly, good character. He's smart, fast, funny and replies with quick combacks when battling enemies or participating in playful banter. Sonic has a bit of an ego as well, flamboyant and loves to show off, making you wonder why you should even root for him in the first place.

That's where the writers get you with Sonic constantly being humbled and told to slow down. His need for speed and impatience are two of the biggest weaknesses he bears, hindering Sonic from being whole. However, he learns from his mistakes and keeps trying; Sonic does not give up. Sonic also hyperfixates on problems that bother him, probably digging far too deeply into an issue that might not need that much solving, thus creating further problems.

That's where I get the idea that he could be a yandere. I mean, (this was mentioned in another blog) how scary would it be if he was your stalker? Petrifying, I'll tell you that. Honestly, you could be minding your own business, going on a simple walk or maybe doing a favorite hobby, being followed by Sonic and when you turn your back, there's no trace of your stalker.

Here's what makes it even better, (or worse, depending upon how you feel) Sonic in my interpretation would absolutely focus on you. Sure, he'd still interact with other characters but, you are his top priority. He'd chose you over anything. Sonic's good at putting up an act, he can downplay any accusations with his good reputation and charm.

Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. Sonic doesn't give up, as mentioned before, he will find a way to make you his. He's saved so many Mobians and Mobius itself alike, gone on interdimensional missions, fought in space; the blue hedgehog is a traveling connoisseur. Each adventure he went on, Sonic made it out alive and better than before. He's had a lot of down points, I see this as a reoccurring issue he has to deal with, and still, he finds a way out of it.

Perhaps his constant down points give him paranoia? I'm thinking with the amount of things Sonic has endured he'd be worried about losing you. Maybe not to the point of isolating you from the entire world, (I think Sonic would still let you speak to your friends under watchful eyes and listening ears) but he would make sure that he's always around and ready to protect you.

Yeaaaaah, that's about it. Let me know what you guys think! I'll probably work on writing some random drabbles about other characters, fanfics, y'know, the usual.

#yandere #yandere male #yandere sonic #yandere sonic the hedgehog #drabble #xviipersworks #yandere sonic prime

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Oh boy

Hmmm I think imma start typing out random drabbles that have been in the back of my head

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MOoree cuz i feel like it- 🤢 (yeahh it’s also set in sonic riders timeline go cry about it)

Context: middle of an underground race tournament sonic’s hover board breaks down and Nye (now in 7th pl about to catch up) sees this. She knows the guy, i mean who doesnt know sonic, so she goes over to help. Sonic didnt think anyone would help him as he could quite easily just run to the finish line but wheres the fun in that? But he soon sees Nye ride over on her hoverboard and assess the damage. They have a good heartfelt conversation and much to Sonic’s surprise find common interests. Before he could get her name, she finishes with the repairs and with a last goodbye.

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yandere!spider-man OC x gn!reader

word count: 555

warnings: general yandere behavior, mentions of stalking

wind whistled through eric’s ears as he cut through the evening sky, webs shooting from his wrists tugging him from one building to the next. he reveled in the swish of the crisp air as he swung past building to building, and he let the pad of his fingers drag against glass windows as he passed by.

all around him the city prepared for the night, as apartment lights switched on and doors closed as parents ushered their playing children inside for dinner.

eric watched from the sky as a street cat disappeared behind a pile of cardboard and shot a web from his wrist to the roof of an abandoned building nearby. he walked along the concrete, checked around for stray eyes, and then took off his mask. shooting a web right next to the cardboard box, he swung down, the whistle of the wind clearer in his ears now.

“pspspsps, here kitty”

a soft mrow? resounded from the pile of cardboard and eric sighed in content, plopping down on the ground. he made no further move to coax the creature out, instead crossing his arms and leaning against the brick wall.

the cat eventually peeked its head out of its makeshift house, and eric couldn’t help but grin. he pulled a small treat out of a hidden pocket and held it out for the animal to sniff.

slowly but surely the cat came closer, lapping the snack off his palm. when it finished he reached his agile fingers past the animals ears and scratched. purrs came in rumbles, and the two cuddled closer in the empty alleyway.

eric used to be lonely. he used to spend his patrol nights like this, making friends with stray cats and hanging upside down from billboards until the blood rushing to his brain woke him up.

but his visits to his furry friends had become more sporadic as he found himself a new infatuation- you.

even the thought of you sent his heart into a flurry, his already superhuman metabolism running faster when he caught a glimpse of you in the morning before work or returning by bus in the evening. his stalking was only made easier with his powers, as sweet sweet y/n had no clue he swung from building to building on their commute home, keeping them safe from afar.

eric got up, giving the stray a final scratch between the ears before putting his mask back on and shooting a web towards a building parallel to the alley. swinging away, he flew through the night air once more, his heart too pumped up now to think of anything else. he swung in the direction of the bus stop, eager to catch you before you started your short walk home to your apartment.

his darling was so cute stepping off the bus, and as eric landed on a nearby building, he couldn't help but let his heart flutter. maybe one day, not today, but one day, he would reveal himself. you would be the one to unmask him, the one to cradle his face and kiss his scars. he could almost feel your lips against his cheek and his ears reddened, an almost innocent bodily reaction compared to the thoughts he harbored about you. you were simply perfect.

and soon, you would be all his.

authors note: what do u guys think? i’ve never seen a yandere spiderman before so i had to do some thinking lol but i’m def excited to share more of him in the future!

(p.s. there may or may not be a series featuring him coming out soon…)

all works belong to and written by @agentsinopia

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random thought

yandere mandalorian OC?

#yandere #male yandere #mandalorian oc #yandere idea #xViiper's curious

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This is the Nugget of Friendship.

It is not given lightly. Yet I give it to you.

Yes. I mean YOU.

Now shoo.

Pass on the Nugget of Friendship.

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Hey guys, so, if you all are interested in yandere star wars, (particularly Boba Fett) then check out this fellow! They have some pretty good stuff and they are a kind fella :D

Ignore the image above please. Any way welcome to yandere Boba Fett alphabet!

So if you're not familiar with what this is me to bad I don't know how to explain it you'll get the gist of it at the end.

Affection: how do they show you love and affection. How intense can It get?

To Boba you are a literal god/goddess. So all the love and affection when he can give it to you despite your protests against it.

Blood: How dirty is he willing to get when it comes to you.

He's the number one bounty hunter in the Galaxy who's going to challenge him? So I think he would kill an entire army if he had to.

Cruelty: how will they treat you once kidnapped will he mock you?

Like I said earlier you are a like god/goddess to him never dream of mocking you. And when he has to torture you he will never forgive himself.

Darling: besides kidnapping you would he do anything else against your will?

Yes. Kill anyone who is close to you like your best friends or family.

Exposed: How much of his heart do you bare?

89%

Fight: How would he feel if you fought back?

Pissed off he loves you so much the least you can do is not fight.

Game: Is this a Game to them? Would he like watching his darling try to escape?

No it's not a game. No definitely not he just wants to be with you.

Hell: Your worse experience with him.

When he killed your best friends and family in one night and then had you hold there head as he explained ever little detail of their gruesome death.

Ideals: what he sees in the future with you.

He wants to live in a cute cottage where he doesn't have to hunt bounty's anymore he really wants to have three kids and name one Jango.

Jealousy: does he get jealous and if he does, does he find a way to cope or will he lash out

Yes he gets jealous and he's a 50/50 for coping or lashing out

Kisses: How does he act around you?

Like a Cinnamon roll. Sometimes when he gets home he will just pick you up drag you to the sleeping area and then just cuddle you for hours while bearing his head in the crook of your neck telling you how much he loves you.

Love letters: how would he go about courting/approaching you.

He bumped into you on a mission and then he went out on a date with you about two days after he asked you to be his boyfriend/ girlfriend he kidnapped you

Mask: Are his truth colors different from what people think.

Yes.

Naughty: how would he punish you?

By slapping you as hard as possible.

Oppression: what rights did he take away from you:

Freedom. You can go outside with him having a arm over your shoulder other than that nope

Regret: does he regret kidnapping you? Will he ever let you go?

No he doesn't regret kidnapping you. He will never let you leave him ever😐

Sigma: what brought this side of him.

No one knows

Tears: how would he feel like you cried screamed or Isolated yourself

He would feel so bad and cuddles with you all day🥺.

Unique: is there anything different from a normal Yandere

Yes. He doesn't hide the bodies.

Vice: what can you use to escape him?

His work schedule he is constantly off looking for bounties to provide so if you can get the tracker out of your skin figure out the code and leave slave 1 you have a chance

Witts end: would he ever hurt you

Not on purpose

Xoanon: how much does he revere/worship you and what extent is he willing to go to win you over

Your a walking god to him and he'd do anything to win you over

Yearn: How long before he snapped and kidnapped you?

4 months, 3 weeks, 6 days, 21 hours, 36 minutes, 30 seconds and 2 milliseconds he had that in counting 😂

Zenith: would he ever break you?

Hell no he wouldn't forgive himself ever even if you got your emotions back

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Chapter One. Metallic blood.

(Name) was already wide awake by the time the aircraft reached its destination. Startled awake by the hooded man in question.

He had merely tapped (Name) on the shoulder. That had been enough to shoot (pronoun) out of (pronoun) loose sleep.

The hooded man stumbled back in surprise, eyes widened. His hand shot up, almost to grab at his heart.

But, he quickly shot it down; perhaps self conscious about appearing "weak." (Name) stood up awkwardly, looking up at the male.

Glaciers found in the Antarctic seemed to swirl about inside, with captivating beauty. The sniper's hood provided darkness over them, almost haunting.

The stranger quirked his head to the right, signalling for (Name) to group up with the others. He followed behind (pronoun), frame hunched forward.

(Name)'s heart thundered with anticipation as the captain called out the close arrival to the location. Guns' safety were checked and any last mess was cleaned up.

When the hangar door creaked open, it was expected for the soldiers to jump out almost immediately. (Name) fastened (pronoun) gloved hands to the hanging rope and propelled downward.

The night sky was dark and foreboding. Swallowing a lump in (pronoun) throat,(Name) would watch the task force captain hand out orders.

(Pronoun) stood rigid in the group, placing input when needed. Once given instructions, (Name) was left to work with the icy-eyed man now known as König.

(Name) wasn't sure if he liked the idea of working with (pronoun). Maybe a friendly wave could help ease tensions? (Name) directed (pronoun) hand through the air, trying (pronoun) best to be inviting.

König simply blinked, staring down at (Name). It was awkward. “(Your response, ignore if you do not say anything).”Slowly, however, with index and middle finger pressed together, König returned the gesture in a small movement.

He walked forward, looking over his shoulder to be sure (Name) followed. Both disappeared into the hedge, swallowed by the grass blades.

A brisk pace would have to be made for a chance to set a plan. König crouched down in the grass, (Name) doing the same.

(Pronoun) pulled out (pronoun) binoculars. About ten yards was a base target. (Name) and König were tasked with removing assailents from the outside for safe access to the inside.

König waved for (Name) to follow him. (Pronoun) let out a brief sigh, trying to calm (pronoun) nerves.

It had come to (Name)'s attention that König used waves and points to direct what he wanted (pronoun) to do.

Albeit it was difficult to see what he was trying to communicate at times, (Name) would do (pronoun) absolute best. It poured rain in the area, soaking through (Name)'s clothes.

In the low light, (Name) could see König’s muscles well defined in detail. (Pronoun) did the best (pronoun) could to avoid looking at his immaculate physique.

Ahead, was a building. Multiple guards surrounding it. There was no doubt that there would have to be a fight to get inside.

(Name) swallowed a growing lump in (pronoun) throat. König made the first move. (Name) had no choice but to follow.

The terror ensued. Seeing a horde of soldiers easily overcome by one man alone. Precise punches and excellent lacerations made quick work of the enemy.

The exploding sound of guns filled the night. Fear choked (Name)'s throat. (Pronoun) felt horrible.

(Name) felt even worse when (pronoun) could only take out a few guards. One had approached (Name) and had managed to get the upper hand on (pronoun).

Fighting like a lion, (Name) felt humiliated when König had to stop what he was doing to simply snap the opponent’s neck right in front of (pronoun).

It was a silent warning. Get a hold of yourself and stay out of my way if you can’t pull your own weight. With a brief “thank you,” (Name) recovered quickly and followed König.

(Name) snatched one last glance at the dead body. With the targets neutralised, (Name) felt like now (pronoun) could finally do something right and be helpful.

Breathing a sigh of short relief, (Name) approached the door and began (pronoun) work on undoing the lock. There was no chance of a silent entrance anymore.

The heavy breathing over (Name)’s shoulder only made (pronoun) anxiety even worse. König stood impatiently, his bloodlust not quenched.

Gunshots resounded inside of the building, reminding König how much he was missing out on.

(Name) felt even worse now. Another screw up. (Pronoun) hands clammed with sweat induced nerves. König balled his fists, pulling in a breath and reaching for his gun.

He prepared to go inside. (Name) squinted (pronoun) eyes at a certain cranny in the lock. “Faster,” König demanded.

(Name) panicked, finally undoing the lock clumsily and jumping aside as the bulking soldier practically shoved past (pronoun).

(Name) was certain he had gotten very irritated with (pronoun). (Name) could only watch as the seasoned soldier moved smartly though the surroundings.

(Name) entered the building slowly and carefully, eyes flitting around the surroundings. It was damp and cold.

The air smelled musty. (Name)’s eyes watered at the stench in the building and how quick everything was happening.

Ahead, (Name) heard the groaning of a chair. Curiosity piqued, (Name) did a quick check of (pronoun) surroundings and proceeded forward.

In the chair, was a rather beaten up and gagged male. (Name) approached and snapped (pronoun) fingers in front of his face.

Bleary, tear-filled eyes gazed back at the shocked (ethnicity) (gender preference/orientation). His head lulled forward and (Name) had to catch him.

(Name) pulled (pronoun) blade out and cut the bonds. (Pronoun) kept sharp ears on (pronoun) surroundings, worrying about being attacked without warning.

(Name) managed to help the sickly male up by forcing much of his weight on (pronoun). The two sauntered over to a sheltered area, (Name) pulling out what (pronoun) had to help clean up some of the wounds.

Having a medical background was something (Name) was not the most proud of. (Pronoun) could have been anything else in life. It was both a blessing and a curse.

To save lives was something important to any human. But, the toll it took on the mind was the curse. Especially peer judgement. Sharp and cruel words said to jab at the worker themself.

Then the expectation to please everyone with your handiwork. To be the servant. (Pronoun) never wanted that stress. Yes, (Name) wanted to help people in (pronoun) life.

But, sometimes, (Name) wished (pronoun) did not have the gifts that (pronoun) had. A few stray gunshots zoomed by (Name’s) head, casting a wave of sharp wind.

Wide (eye preference) optics gawked at the shining, swiftly spinning silver whizzing right on by. Everything moved in slow motion.

(Name) brought a shaking hand to (pronoun) cheek, gulping. Bright, red blood trickled glistened in the low lit room.

A tight grip of the stranger snapped (Name) out of (pronoun) thoughts. (Pronoun) pulled the man backward into (pronoun) chest, holding the significantly malnourished male in (pronoun) arms.

(Name) looked around wildly. A yell in the distance caught (Name)’s adrenaline heightened senses. (Name) began to question parts of (pronoun) sanity when (pronoun) saw König hit the ground hard.

(Name) leaned the hostage against a crate and made the move to help König. A gust of wind and a blast cracked in the night.

König convulsed, limbs flailing as he let out a cry. Crashing on top of him was assumed to be his assailant. Without thinking to use (pronoun) gun, (Name) launched (pronoun)self forward, barrelling into the opponent.

“Wretched whore-” (Name) threw a punch without warning, reeling (pronoun) non-dominant hand back for another.

The foe caught it, smirking. With a buck of his hips and a kick in the stomach, the adversary launched (Name) into the air, swinging (pronoun) to land on (pronoun) back.

(Name) yelped, coughing and out of breath. Quickly, (Name) pulled out (pronoun) knife. Blood splattered through the air and sprayed (Name).

Running out of fresh air, (Name) choked on the flood of gushing lifeline. (Name) rolled over, twisting the knife cruelly in the divot of the opponent’s throat.

(Name) wiped off (pronoun) face, coughing harshly. He was dead. (Name) stood up, staggering. (Pronoun) took deep ragged breaths.

“ (Call name), do you copy?” (Name) blinked, trying to grasp a handle of the situation (pronoun) was in.

Glinting in the distance was the rest of (Name)’s team, guns raised and moving about. Inspecting each corner and making their way to the trio.

(Pronoun) looked to the malnourished male laid against the wall. Bending down to do a quick inspection, (Name) breathed a sigh of relief to see him still alive.

(Name) stayed low to the ground, eyes flitting around. “ (Call name), do you copy?” Spurred into a reaction, (Name) pulled out (pronoun) communicator and replied.

Exasperated, (Name) caught (pronoun) breath as (pronoun) spoke. “Yes, yes I copy. Two of our own are down near the front entrance, waiting for arrival,” (Name) answered.

Looking down at the puddle of blood around (pronoun), (Name) took a deep breath and prepared to check over König.

(Name) watched as other members of (pronoun) task force moved to assist the hostage (pronoun) had leaned against the crate.

“König, are you with us?” (Name) asked as (pronoun) looked down at the winded male. He lifted his arm, groaning in pain.

With a quick movement, (Name) gently pushed his arm down. “Tell me where you were shot, and just stay still.”

“Right arm,” König obliged, groaning as he closed his eyes. Nodding in recognition, (Name) fished into (pronoun) bag to pull out a rope.

From (pronoun) surroundings, (Name) grabbed a stick. König watched (Name)’s every movement, eyes wide behind the veil of his sniper’s hood.

(Name) worked to create a makeshift tourniquet. (Pronoun) turned to König, making direct eye contact. König’s spectacles shifted away in what could be seen as shyness.

“You’re going to feel a tight pressure on your shoulder. I’m twisting this until it’s tight enough to cut off blood. You won’t lose anymore when I do this,” (Name) formally explained.

König’s cold eyes flashed into (Name)’s own doubt and curiosity flashing in them. (Name) offered a small smile, looking to (pronoun) work.

(Name) began (pronoun) work with the tool, cutting off the blood. A light hiss was heard as (Name) tightened the rope around his shoulder.

(Name) looked up to see other teammates approaching to help (pronoun) with lifting the mass of a man. (Name) gladly accepted, moving after with a quick pace.

Everyone got on the ship with a successful mission. (Name) moved to (pronoun) original corner in which (pronoun) sat in at the start of the mission.

(Pronoun) looked at the others sitting in their seats. (Name) blinked. With efficacious thoughts running in (pronoun) mind, (Name) tried to relax. The low hum, the scent of sweat and dried blood in the air.

What a wonderful end to (pronoun) day.

#yandere #yandere könig #x self insert #gender nuetral reader #könig x you #yandere konig #yandere cod #yandere call of duty

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Dancing with the Wolf

Hello! I am absolutely fixated on yandere COD so, I decided to write a fic! I'll have links below where you can read what I have written down so far in Wattpad since it's easier for me to post it there.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/337312064?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=xViiper&wp_originator=HIx7UqyJBQRNkoGiFo6BbPwFAI14HjOhrxjp%2F7QyqiJFneuIgxGhvcwCZW15gbusT8cYJJZTWfVudqsCHeKjU78Nymxp9n3jOzJvX9I%2BCkMx8x%2FtyLnk8rlmKjn8T2gX

#xviipersworks #xviiperdrawstheirsillycrap #Yandere #Yandere cod #yandere konig #Y #yandere könig #x reader #x self insert #update

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Prologue: Floating Particles

Prologue. Floating particles.

The low hum of the ship lulled (Name) to a state of drowsiness. It was an uncomfortable temperature aboard, not to mention the lingering sense of dread.

It hung over (Name) like a cloud, chiding (pronoun) about (pronoun) first mission. (Eye shape/ed) irises flitted about the low lit room, observing each member of the KorTac task force.

Each one looked so calm and so collected. So professional. Could they be afraid as well? (Name) could only wonder as (pronoun) took notice of a dust particle floating near (pronoun) folded legs.

Fixated on such a mundane thing, (Name) wondered if the particle felt fear as well. Be it fear of (pronoun)self or the impending fear of being forgotten.

Abandonment at its finest. No one ever really thought about dust particles as being a person. As important as human life.

(Name) felt like an outsider in a group of insiders, only another body bound for the grave. Sure, (pronoun) had intimate connections to people in (pronoun) life but, it was only for a short while.

These bonds would mean nothing to a world full of problems. (Name) wondered about (pronoun) coworkers inside the plane.

Did they feel the sense of dread like (pronoun) did? Just how many missions had each person been on? How many bodies were sent in bags from (pronoun) group?

(Name) took the spare time to observe the multiple figures inside the room. Almost all of them had the usual tactical gear needed for a mission such as this.

Strong bodies and cladded in green; it would be difficult to see these warriors coming. Looking at the last figure in the room, (Name) took note of the sniper’s hood.

Despite not knowing what he was called by, (Name) had heard of his many successful missions. And failures.

(Name) couldn’t help but bring (pronoun)self to wonder how such a skilled marksman could fail. But, then again, due to his tall stature, the insertion specialist could never be a sniper.

Pity.

(Name) felt sympathy for such a predicament. A cold glance from the stranger was enough for (Name) to snap out of (pronoun) thoughts.

Staring was often seen as rude. Guilt buzzed in (Name)’s stomach, mind swarming with thoughts of voicing an apology. No, not a good idea.

That would only make the situation even more awkward. So to speak. Leaning (pronoun) head against an uncomfortable beam, (Name) closed (pronoun) eyes and listened to the low humming of the aircraft.

The spot (Name) had chosen to sit in was small, barely fitting (Name)'s frame. It was cramped and corned, a claustrophobic’s nightmare. But, anything was better than sitting next to a bunch of strangers.

With efficacious thoughts running in (pronoun) mind, (Name) tried to relax. The low hum, the scent of sweat and the warm air.

What a good start to the morning.

Chapter One

#yandere #self insert #x reader #yandere könig #Yandere cod #gender nuetral reader #slow burn #yandere call of duty #yandere prologue #yandere konig #yandere könig cod #xViiperwritessillystuff

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What am I doing?

What the hell is this weirdo up to?

Call of Duty

Yandere König x reader. (Coming soon).Draft prologue written Chapter One in the works. Chapter One comic panel in planning.

Requests? Closed. Will work on one story at a time.

Avatar: Way of Water Currently closed, waiting on the movie to come out to Disney+, need to have more information on each character for an accurate story.

Creepypasta. Currently closed. Want to finish one story at a time. Other fandom requests will be closed until I finish the specific story I have in mind.

Thank you ❤️

#update #xviipersworks

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Oh no, more art :0 (blood)

You're gonna have to scroll for a little bit because there is blood :'))

Anyhoo, I have been on a call of duty art hyper fixation. I will be working on some fictions for Cod, (I am new to the community) and other fandoms I am in.

Most of my content is posted in my interest on the topic. It takes me a while to write but, hopefully y'all enjoy!

Yes, yes this is yandere art.

#könig #Yandere #self insert #yandere könig #yandere art #Blood #Yandere könig art #yandere konig #xviiperdrawstheirsillycrap

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Ahem, Call of Duty self insert

For you my dears <3

A little note for y'all:

I'm completely new to this fandom and might not understand some things. I just had a random: "omg I must draw because I draw more than I write"

#yandere #yandere könig #self insert #xviiperdrawstheirsillycrap #könig x you #x self insert #my art #enjoy this #yandere cod #yandere konig

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A short yandere Colonel Miles Quaritch story thing

Jake Sully.

A man known the entire RDA by now. Many were frustrated with him. And reasonably so. Jake Sully had been screwing up Parker's mission. 

And one man was particularly unhappy with this. General Miles Quaritch to be exact.

Called to help assist with repairing his AMP, ___ prepared to hold (pronouns) tongue from saying anything stupid.

It was then (Pronoun) was informed of a mission given to the general.

Normally, ___ would not need to go..except for the fact that Quaritch had personally requested that ___ was to come with him due to (Pronoun) background of military training.

___ was also known to have an extreme knack for these kinds of machines.

(Pronoun) knew how to fix something so it would never break for a long time.

The trip from (pronoun) barracks to the AMP shop was set at a brisk pace.

___ had to practically run over the shop. Walking into the shop with the usual bustle of the department, ___ made (pronoun) way to the machine and set to configuring the weapon into top condition.

"So, how did it break this time?" Someone asked. The someone was known as Lark. ___ had grown to be annoyed with this particular guy. Nitpicking (pronoun) methods and the latter.

Pausing (pronoun) work, ___ shot a powerful glare to Lark. "I should be asking you that since you fixed it last," ___ practically snarled. This was one of the moments ___ heavily disliked about (pronoun) day.

Lark moved to make a snide remark but, ___ ignored whatever he said. (Pronoun) was too busy fixing Lark's horrendous handiwork.

It took time to root through all of the loosened wires. Very important to running the motion amplifieres on the AMP.

Lark should have known to repair those first. And not to work on the flame support in the back of the machine.

Sighing, ___ continued to work on the AMP until it was complete. (Pronoun) wiped the sweat from (pronoun) brow and crawled out of the machine.

Casting a glare towards Lark, ___ walked away. It was there, (Pronoun) felt a burning gaze.

Stopping to find where it was coming from, ___ didn't see anyone staring at (Pronoun). Shrugging it off, ___ moved along quietly to Quaritch's office.

(Pronoun) had taken a deep breath to keep calm, dispite all that was going around outside.

"You called for me Sir?" ___ avoided eye contact with the colonel. Instead, (pronoun) kept (pronoun) eyes set forward and stood up straight.

"Like I said to Sully months ago; this low gravity will make you soft," the colonel began. "Which begs the question."

"The question, Sir?" ___ prompted as (pronoun) held (pronoun) breath. ___ watched as the colonel rose slowly from his bench press. When ___ walked in moments ago, he had been doing sets with the well weighted bar.

Colonel Quaritch's skin dripped with sweat and soaked much of his shirt.

"Are you soft?"

His choice of words seemed playful yet, suggestive. ___ let loose a breath (pronoun) had been holding and replied. "(Your choice of words.)" The colonel gave a curt nod and rose from the bench.

Approaching ___, he placed his hand on her shoulder. "Y'know, you're surprising. Your choice of words are.." He didn't finish.

The colonel didn't need to. ___'s face said everything. "Go to your barracks," was all he said now. ___ huffed, turning on (pronoun) heel and leaving the room silently.

Colonel Miles Quaritch watched as the (gender orientation) walked through the commotion.

Fluorescent lights expressing (significant features) on (pronoun). "Ain't this a bitch." (Pronoun) was gone.

Quaritch would talk to ___ later, he was sure. (Pronoun) had no idea what was coming.

Hey dudes, sorry if this oneshot is short. I used to write very long stories and I'm not in the writing mood :')Hope you enjoyed this though!

#yandere #avatar james cameron #miles quaritch #x reader #one shot #short fiction

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Update

Hey guys, sorry I haven't been updating in a while. There's some one shots I want to write but often get lethargic about writing those. Headcanons are so much easier for me to do, and art. So, if I was working on a oneshot for you, it'll probably take a while :')

#update

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OOOOOOOOO

neteyam, lo'ak, ao'nung, rotxo. + general headcanons of yandere, dark atwow characters x reader!

⤿ tags — chivalrous yandere!neteyam who knows he's the only one who deserves you, impulsive yandere!lo'ak who will try to be as patient as he can, entitled yandere!aonung who treats noone but you nicely, stalker yandere!rotxo who would cause harm without meaning any harm.

!! yandere content below.

⤿ disclaimer. these are inaccurate and not parallel to canon portrayals, they are merely headcanons. consider this an au of sorts. a yandere au.

a/n. (´ ε ` )♡ someone asked which yandere sully boy would court their obsession and which would just stalk them before taking them away. i couldnt help but write about the metkayina boys as well.

⁠— neteyam.

› i can definitely see neteyam being old-fashioned and wanting to prove himself as a man deserving of your love, rather than brutishly taking as he pleases.

› when it comes to competition, he wouldn't be one to try to take them down or embarrass them in front of you. he doesn't feel the need to show off his strength and power.

› he already knows that he's the best man, best warrior around. and one that can protect you at all costs.

› still, he would try the hardest to court you out of all the guys, but i can also imagine him being quick to lose his temper as well.

› why can't you see him the way he sees you? he knows what's good for you. he wants you and he knows he’s the best for you, why can’t you just accept that?

› after all, noone else deserves you. he’s going to prove himself to be such a giving and sensual lover for you that you won’t have any room to say no.

⁠— lo'ak.

› having been raised with neteyam, lo'ak grew up with some of his values.

› he knows the importance of letting you choose him, even if he’s confident he knows the best way to win your heart without needing anyone else's input (he usually does things as he sees as right, after all).

› but because he loves you, all of you, he values what you think, especially because he grew up feeling rather unheard.

› however the longer you’re with him, the harder he’s willing to push for what he wants.

› he would have preferred to keep things harmonious between you both but he can’t stand being denied any longer. you’ll come to see things his way soon enough, he’s sure of it.

› he will throws hands at someone who he sees as a threat to your relationship, and he would do it with no hesitation. because in his mind, with the way he sees you wholly, you're already rightfully his.

⁠— ao'nung.

› to a lesser extent, I think ao'nung would also want to court the person he’s got his eye on instead of just whisking them away in the night.

› it’s not so much out of a sense of chivalry like neteyam, but rather, he likes the whole ‘talking to’ phase.

› he likes to lay on the charm and watch you melt from his affection, especially because he doesn't show it to anyone but you.

› it makes it easier to keep a tight grip on you later on, when he reveals he’s not as charismatic as you initially believed him to be.

› he thinks you should feel privileged, when you're the only recipient of his special treatment. you're the only one he sees.

› with everyone knowing you're the apple of the metkayina prince's eye, he doesn't even have to worry about anyone else in the village coming near you.

⁠— rotxo.

› as awa'atlu's certified softie, he admits (to everyone) that can feel his heart racing at the mere sight of you.

› the problem with this is his tendency to not let you got out of his sight for too long. watching from up close or from afar doesn't really matter to him. he is fixated in whatever you're doing.

› he wants to know your whereabouts at all times. he doesn't think you'll find him creepy, he's certain you'll think he's sweet for always watching out for you.

› he'll work under the guise of being concerned for your safety, when really he's just interested in making sure you're so used to his presence.

› so that you will be looking for him and come to him yourself eventually. show him that you need him. that you see him too.

› while he's not really one to resort to violence, ao'nung and the other guys will be ready to beat up anyone that comes in his way, as long as he says the word.