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it's ok gangle i love you ❤️‍🩹

yandere gangle design by @waves-and-whiskers

Yandere Gangle Headcannons

(Some based on the new episode)

⚠️Flash warning at the end⚠️

꩜ She writes fanfiction of you and her. It gets pretty dark sometimes.

☆ She always has to be around you 24/7. She's like a housecat. You can't eat, sleep, or do anything without her.

꩜ She commonly gets jealous when you have any intimate emotional moments with the other performers. Yes, she is watching, but normally doesn't say anything and lets the feelings fester into bitter hatred of whoever you're getting close to. (This may or may not be what drives her to write those dark parts of those aforementioned fanfictions.)

☆ During episode 4, she becomes a bit more dangerous. Rather than being passively jealous, she actively torments those who have gotten too close to you, making them double the work and threatening to have Caine punish them if they don't do what she says. You, however, get to do almost nothing the entire time.

꩜ If any of the customers in episode 4 were to be rude to you in any way, Gangle would try to kick them out immediately. If they refused to leave...

☆ It's okay. They were just NPCs, right?

꩜ When Gangle does not have the plastic mask on, she believes the only reason you do not reciprocate her feelings is because of her fragile comedy mask. This causes her to actually refuse to take the plastic mask off in the end, though it causes her to go more and more insane.

☆ Gangle also tries to flirt with you at Spudy's. With pun pickup lines. Really bad pickup lines. But she's trying.

꩜ She becomes progressively more violent towards the others the longer her plastic mask stays on.

☆ You have to force it off of her back at the circus.

he's so pretty

So, Who's your comfort Character? 🙂

now playing…

bring me to life by evanescence

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yandere asylum therapist! suguru x reader

the official prequel to this oneshot!!! while it is in the same au, this one (and the other one) can def be read as standalones!!!! ^.^

cw’s!!: descriptions of violence (bashing someone’s skull in, knocking someone’s teeth out), gn! reader, no use of y/n, delusional sugu!!! (the best sugu imo :3), and i think that’s it!!!! ^^

wc: 1.2k :))

one more meeting. one more meeting and you’d finally be done with all of the infuriating hours spent in and out of various psychiatrists offices. one more meeting and then you could go back to your cell and fuck off like you knew the nurses wanted you to (you weren’t stupid, you saw the way the nurses glanced at you through their peripherals. it’s not like it wasn’t for good reason). one more meeting and then you could just choose whichever therapist you vaguely remembered the name of (probably the irritatingly serene one. she was more than willing to talk about herself when you refused to answer any of her questions and she seemed tougher than the others, like she wouldn’t crumble under a few threats from you.)

there were four security guards surrounding you while you walked. it was like a big, blaring alarm. “do not come close.” (as if the loud metal clanking of your restraints and the vibrant red of your jumpsuit wasn’t enough to signify that already).

three of the guards fell back when you made it to the door. the last office was in a strange spot, past all of the cells and a long hallway, all the way in the back of the institution. there was a plaque outside of this door, as if someone important was sitting inside waiting for you (you almost laughed at the thought. flesh can be cut and bones can be broken, can’t they? your status can’t save you from violence).

you barely got to skim over the name on the plaque before the door was open and you were unceremoniously shoved through it, your lips immediately parting to shoot a half-formed threat towards the guard behind you (probably something about bashing his skull in, you didn’t really premeditate your threats before dishing them out)… until you were interrupted.

“now now, is that any way to treat my patient?” the voice that cut in was deep. smooth and warm but not pleasantly so (not like a fireplace or a summers day, but like heated metal running along your skin. so hot that you don’t even register the pain until you’re already burned). there’s a hand on your shoulder before you even realize, the deep voice closer than before. you resist the urge to shudder at the touch.

“why don’t you go sit, hm? i can’t imagine those heavy restraints are comfortable to hold up like that.” you only respond by shouldering his hand off of you and sending the security guard a sharp glare, the metal of your restraints loud when you settle yourself in the chair in front of a large oak desk. you felt like you were at a business meeting rather than a preliminary therapy session.

“i’ll handle it from here.” is all the man says before the last security guard leaves the room. you don’t bother to look at him as he settles himself in the chair across from you.

it’s quiet for a long moment, the only sounds in the room being the soft shuffle of the papers he’s looking through and the ticking of the clock on the wall (god how you wished you could knock it off the wall. it seemed to be getting louder with every incessant tick). you were starting to wonder if he was planning on talking at all (you could only hope. you’d much prefer to sit in silence rather than watch yet another doctor desperately try to get you to answer their questions). your hopes were dashed as soon as they appeared.

“i apologize for the delay, that was rude of me. it’s just been quite a while since i last took a patient, i’m rusty with the procedures.” his voice finally cuts through the silence. you don’t say anything, you don’t even glance up at him. interesting.

“i’m sure you saw my name outside, but it feels rude not to introduce myself anyway. i’m dr. geto, the leading psychiatrist of this institution.” that catches your attention. your eyes are already narrowed in annoyance when you look at him, your brows only furrowing more when you took in his appearance. he was pretty. irritatingly so. you don’t doubt he had every nurse wrapped around his finger just because of that fact.

“you’re the leading psychiatrist? so what, is this some sort of last ditch effort to fix me?” you question, your sharp gaze continuing to watch him through your lashes. you hated how smug his expression was, how those purple eyes seemed to dissect you the moment they had a chance, how he smiled at your cynicism.

“if that’s how you want to think about it, then yes. though i would say that’s quite a pessimistic line of thinking, no?” you don’t say anything, so he continues. “i was the one who requested to see you. i stopped taking patients when i got promoted to this position, but you…” he pauses, considering his words. “your case interested me.” you scoff.

you can tell he’s waiting for you to say something, watching you with that same unsettling smile. you’re caught in a strange sort of staring contest with him, but it only lasts until he says your name.

and that. that’s what makes you snap.

it was nothing more than a soft utterance, something to call your attention back to him… but the way he said it, the way the syllables dripped from his lips like something so nauseatingly sweet while he held that agitating fucking smile on his face… you were convinced he was lucifer himself.

“if you keep smiling at me like that i will knock all of your fucking teeth out, do you understand me?” you lean forward in your seat when he doesn’t respond immediately, your restraints clanking with the movement.

“do you understand me?” you repeat. you’re not loud with your words, not at all. you’re deadly quiet, eyes wide and staring right at him. he manages to school his expression quickly, but you’re perceptive. you catch the flicker of surprise on his face.

he swallows before he speaks, his adam’s apple bobbing slightly with the action (you briefly wonder what it would feel like to cut through it). “… i understand.” his volume matches yours but he can’t hide the slight breathiness in his voice.

his heart is pounding so loudly in his ears he’s almost sure that you can hear it just as clearly as he can (he wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case, at least. he wouldn’t be surprised if you could read his thoughts with the way you were looking at him).

he briefly wondered if you were something divine, something sent down to punish him by seeing right through his facade. something that could see that he deserved to be in those restraints just as much as you did. the thought sends a shiver through him and he averts his gaze (which is only confirmation to him. why else would he be so distraught if not for some sort of divine intervention?)

you both make your own decisions when you’re escorted out of his office a few minutes later.

anyone but him is what you decide.

and he decides that he’s yours.

oh no omg i tripped!! i tripped and i fell and this fell out of my pocket!!!!! oh no how convenient and conspicuous oh no!!!!!!!!!! ><

i so badly wanna write the preliminary meeting that i mentioned in the yandere suguru thing…………. i just think it’ll be funnnn teehee ^^

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angel by massive attack

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yandere asylum therapist! suguru x reader

my first ever dark content/yandere oneshot aaaaaa!!! plsss thoroughly go through the cw’s before reading ^^;

read the prequel here!!! :)

cw’s!!: non-consensual drugging, mentions of needles/syringes, medical malpractice, descriptions of violence (gutting, beating someone to death, etc.), mentions/romanticization of cannibalism, blood eating, medical abuse (???), gn! reader, no use of y/n, uhhhh freaky suguru. like he’s actually crazy (but so are u) and uhhh i think that’s it?? ^^;

wc: 1.3k (what.)

“how have you been feeling?” your therapists voice is soft, just barely loud enough for you to hear. it’s like he’s trying to grasp at any sense of normalcy, as if any of this was normal. your head feels like it’s filled with cotton when you move to look at him, a deadly look in your dazed, slow-blinking eyes.

he completely disregards your glare with nothing but a growing smirk, shifting to adjust your position on his lap. “i see you’ve taken well to the sedatives.” his cold hand grazes your bare arm as he speaks and you have to resist the urge to use all of the strength you have left to throw yourself onto the floor just to get away from him. you decided against it. you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you like that.

suguru’s a charming man. every nurse, therapist, and criminal in this hellhole of an institution knew that. maybe that’s why he clung to you like this. you saw through him, had threatened to knock his teeth out just because you found his smile unsettling in the preliminary meeting (“a convenient way to find your perfect fit!” is what one of the brochures had read).

a few weeks later he was your primary therapist. the only one allowed to see you for sessions and the only one able to prescribe what medicine you took.

this time it was a strong sedative administered by needle, only given to you the one day a week you saw him for your “sessions”. he seemed to enjoy this one, considering how he hadn’t switched the prescription in almost a month (though you were sure he was upping the dose every week, there was no other explanation for the way the syringe seemed to get more and more full every time you saw the nurses holding it).

it’s only now that he seemed to notice the narrow-eyed expression you were giving him. “aw, don’t look at me like that… it’s for my safety, angel. i can’t have you lashing out and hurting me, can i?” his palm rests on your cheek and as much as you will the muscles in your neck to jerk away from his touch, it still doesn’t work. only a small grunt leaves you and that sound only heightens the amusement in his eyes.

“m’gonna fuckin’ kill you…” you manage to strain out. you despise how weak your voice sounds. you despise the way his eyebrow quirks up in interest in response to your threat. you despise how his voice comes out a low, patronizing purr when he asks “oh, are you?” because he knows you will. he knows that if he lowers your dose you won’t hesitate to hunt him down. he’s seen your files, he knows.

you let out a shaky breath at his words, that deadly glare in your eyes never faltering as your head nods in response to his question (though he’d barely constitute it as a nod, more like a subtle twitch of your muscles). “m’gonna gut you… cut you alllll the way from your bellybutton to your fuckin’ throat…” you can feel the delirium from your medication settling in when you’re halfway through speaking, but that doesn’t stop you.

“how gruesome.” is all he hums, a deep, twisted glint of admiration in his gaze. “you’ve certainly grown more creative.” the pad of his thumb presses into your bottom lip as he speaks. he seems almost satisfied with your violent description, like you’d just given him the greatest gift he could possibly ask for (to him, it was).

he couldn’t help but feel touched by your words, how you planned something particularly torturous just to bring him as much pain as possible. the way you hurt people — at least before you were admitted — was concise and unmeditated. someone made you lose your temper so you hurt them, plain and simple as that. you were only able to plead insanity because of the way you “blacked out”, only noticing the soreness in your arms (and the brain matter in your hair) after you had beat a man to death.

so for you — a patient with uncontrollable violent outbursts — to plan something specific just for him? oh, he could feel the pleasant chill rolling down his spine. how would you do it, suguru wondered. would you steal a scalpel from the nurses or a knife from the kitchen? would the way you cut him open be clean — planned, even — or would you just hack at his skin until you were satisfied? he could almost imagine the way you’d pin him down (not like you had to, he’d let you see his insides if you asked politely enough) and run the cool metal over his abdomen before he felt the sharp contrast of the warmth of his blood trickling down his skin. he could only hope he would be alive long enough to see the crimson tainting the pretty skin of your hands, getting under your nails and sinking into the grooves of your palms, absorbing every drop of him.

suguru was so lost in his fantasies that he didn’t notice the way you had squinted at his far away expression, a muscle in your jaw giving a small twitch. maybe if you…

suguru also didn’t notice the way you had managed to slowly pry your jaw open, the tip of his thumb now resting against the ridges of your bottom row of teeth. at least, he didn’t notice until you miraculously willed your jaw to snap shut, the metallic taste on your tongue bringing you a primal sense of satisfaction (you would’ve preferred to bite the the tip of his thumb clean off to teach him a lesson, but this would do).

and oh, you would’ve laughed in his face if you could when you heard that strangled little gasp leave his lips. you relished in the way he watched you with a dumbfounded look, his usually piercing eyes opened wide in surprise.

your victory was disturbingly short lived, though. his shock quickly turned into something almost giddy with the way his eyes seemed to light up like a child who was just handed their favorite toy. he forced his thumb deeper into your mouth, his head cocking to the side almost observantly. “how do i taste, angel? hm?” there’s a crazed look in his eyes. you feel like you’re getting dissected. “maybe you should eat me after you cut me open, yeah? i’d let you, you have my permission.” he’s all too eager to give you more ideas, more ways to torture him even after death.

his arm snakes around your middle so he can press a palm to your stomach. “i’d be with you forever… wouldn’t you like that, angel?” he murmurs lowly by your ear. you don’t have the strength to answer anymore, your eyes blinking slower… and slower…

he holds you tight as you slump against him, (the sedatives make you intensely drowsy… it doesn’t help that he had prescribed you double the recommended amount) making a mental note to up your dosage once again. he can’t risk you building up some sort of immunity, can he? if the force of your bite was any indication, he’d have to find a new medicine for you within the next month or two (not like it was any hassle on his end. if anything, he was excited to see your adorably pathetic attempts to brute force your way through the daze of a new drug).

he just had to keep you here with him… you’d learn to love it.

to love him.

f/o list + tags

all tags with start with a "𓏲𝄢" symbol. i like musical notes, also this one looks a lot like a heart.

CW for themes such as age gap; shotacon, yandere and abusive relationships.

𓏲𝄢 Main F/Os

– Toshikazu Hazamada (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) ꨄ Rotten Boy, Grotesque Romance (strictly non-sharing)

– Noriaki Kakyoin (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) ꨄ NO TAG YET. (non-sharing)

– Yukako Yamagishi (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) ꨄ It's Tangling up my Heart (selective)

– Ken Oyanagi (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) ꨄ NO TAG YET. (sharing, maybe?)

– Alessi (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) ꨄ Leave me in the Dark (sharing)

– Nnoitora Gilga (Bleach) ꨄ My Sacred Moon (non-sharing)

– Rukia Kuchiki (Bleach) ꨄ A Sweet yet Cold Rabbit (sharing)

– Sakuya Izayoi (Touhou Project) ꨄ Bloody Devotion (sharing)

𓏲𝄢 Minor F/Os

– Okuyasu Nijimura (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) ꨄ NO TAG YET. (sharing)

– Kyoka Izumi (JJBA / Thus Spoke Kishibe Rohan) ꨄ NO TAG YET. (sharing)

– Oingo (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) ꨄ I Would Change for You (selective)

– Boingo (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) ꨄ Our Future Together (selective)

– Illuso (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) ꨄ NO TAG YET. (non-sharing)

– Mariah (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) ꨄ Magnet (non-sharing)

– Orihime Inoue (Bleach) ꨄ NO TAG YET. (sharing)

– Nelliel Tu Odelshwanck (Bleach) ꨄ NO TAG YET. (sharing)

– Yuyuko Saigyouji (Touhou Project) ꨄ Butterfly on Your Right Shoulder (selective)

yandere childe with a himbo reader

WARNINGS: DARK CONTENT, bondage, non-con, gaslighting, degration, fear play, marking, biting, manipulation, dacryphilia, sadism, orgasm denial, yandere childe, deception, reader has piercings that he didnt know abt

**i do not support the tendancies/situations reflected inside of my (dvlboy) works inside of a real life setting. please proceed with caution.

childe was seething. he has never been one to hold his bloodlust in, but he was so tempted to use his delusion just to obliterate the woman next to you, caressing your arm while you two chatted. why couldn’t you understand the inuendoes that she keeps sending towards you?

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clutch of a cute neighbor – power bottom che’nya x top male pomefiore reader

tags: che’nya exhibiting some yandere behavior, possessiveness, hints of sensory deprivation (receiving), very subtle breeding kink

minors and fem aligned dni

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Shelby is my most favorite Empire member 🤩

So I decided to make this about Shelby making you a letter for you

I hope you all like it

o⁠(⁠(⁠*⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠*⁠)⁠)⁠o

Yandere Shelby

Shelby the Witch

Empire smp

Season 2

Love letter

Dear GN!Y/n,

Happy valentine day!

I hope you found the gift I left you at your door, it's a bouquet of flowers, I made them myself with my magic it kind of didn't work in a few times but this time it worked.

So I was wondering if you can be my valentines.

Of course you don't have to say yes I know you don't want to date someone who's a screw up but I could try being a good girlfriend for you.

I am always trying for you and only you.

You always encouraged me when I'm feeling down and make me feel like I'm important and strong, but now I want to make you feel important and strong.

And also I have another question for you

is any Empire annoying you?

Like does anyone bother you or like it's on your nerves if so you could tell me their name and "I can just mess with them for a bit".

Sorry for the bad scribbles I kind of fell asleep while making this I was staying all up studying in making potions for the other empires, and studying you for our date, after I take you away from the other empires.

I hope you have a good day on Valentine's Day and maybe we can talk more when you visit me just be careful in the Evermoore.

If you want I can go visit your Empire, and take some stuff so I can smell you every single time I miss you.

And stay there for a bit.

You choose what you want to do send me a letter though if you're coming!

If you ever need magic to solve your problems, I'm the girl you come to.

From, Shelby the Witch

I hope you all have a good Valentine's Day

Nobody had a Valentine's for me but I did be care if someone's Valentine's for another person

⊂⁠(⁠(⁠・⁠▽⁠・⁠)⁠)⁠⊃💌

Me again :) Can I request a fic of Yandere!Pixlriffs x Male!Reader? If you take specifics, maybe where he stalks the reader and the reader only finds out once they find a collection of photos of them or smth? just a thought, you can work from there. - 🌠

Of course

I hope I was not make you feel like I was ignoring you

I apologies if they're that much male reader I'm trying my best

I am not good with fic so sorry it's a little bit bad

Also can you tell me what version of a Empire smp like s2 or s1

I apologize for my bad grammar

-Esther

Yandere Pixlriffs

Pixlriffs x male!reader

From season 2

⚠️Warnings⚠️

Gaslighting?

Pixlriffs is little bit sadistic

Stalking

Scopophobia

Possessive behavior

Yandere behavior

If I miss anything please let me know

Also this is kind of short so

I'm sorry if it's short

Is it just you or why do you feel like someone's watching you?!

In the woods, Even in your own Empire even when you walk alone.

you always feel like someone's watching you.

it's odd.

It's probably just mobs...

Right?

but mobs don't spawn in the morning and don't even make the sound of a camera.

But luckily you're good friend pixlriffs is here to help you.

Surprisely when you're with the pixlriffs.

you don't feel like sounds watching you.

you just feel like someone lovesick eyes by watching you.

It's disgusting

M!Y/n : Hey pixlriffs, can we talk for a bit?

Pixlriffs : of course! what is it?

M!Y/n : I always feel like someone's watching me even in the kingdom, even in my own Empire, or when I'm just walking alone.

M!Y/n : I'm worried that this person who's stalking me is planning to attack me.

Pixlriffs : M!Y/n, Don't worry, I won't let anyone harm you or even touch you. Plus we're friends aren't we friends protect each other right?

Pixlriffs 💭 : I want to be more than friends..

M!Y/n : You're right. Thank you!

M!Y/n : I feel a little bit more safer with you, Plus I don't feel like someone's watching me, so thank you.

Pixlriffs : I promise that nothing will harm you or even touch you.

You were looking around in The Ancient Capital.

And still feel like someone's watching you maybe if you go inside a building

They won't watch you anymore..

So that's what you did you went to a random building and hopefully that no one's going to watch you anymore

What a terrible mistake you did my dear.

You enter the building, it was quite nice

You were looking around and then you notice a door on the floor was slightly open.

You're curiosity got the better of you so you decide to open the door.

It was a basement.The stairs quietly long.

You walk down to the basement and your eyes,

A load pictures of you hanging on the wall even on the floor, even of table.

Even some of your stuff was there that you can never find.

So the whole time it was Pixlriffs.

He was your stalker.

He's always watching you..

He can't get his eyes off you...

You instantly run but then you bought into someone causing you to fall.

It was Pixlriffs.

M!Y/n : Pixlriffs! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU!? YOU CAN'T DO THIS, THIS IS JUST WEIRD!!

Pixlriffs : what's wrong with me?

Pixlriffs : I'm doing this for you I've been watching you and studying you. I really loved you from the start when I met you you were such a kind person. I am sick and tired of other empires taking you away from me.

M!Y/n : You're disgusting!

Pixlriffs : Me disgusting? How could you say those things I have done everything for you and this is how you're paying me!

He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and pulled you closer to him.

Pixlriffs : I did everything for you to make you happy, but maybe when you wake up you'll be all better soon and you understand, this is all your own good.

Your eyes waiting a bit more when you felt the needle touching your throat.

He passed out on the floor and Pixlriffs smiles.

Pixlriffs : Don't worry M!Y/n, I promise that when nothing will harm you or even touch you. I'm here for you after all we're going to be the best couple in the empire's smp.

He's doing this for your own good so why are you being ungrateful?!

ungrateful boys, don't get a happy ending...

I apologize that this is kind of bad.

Have a good day or night wherever you live!

(⁠づ⁠￣⁠ ⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠づ

"We'll be together, yes forever, we will never ever part"

"Oh you don't know it but baby Ive already got your heart."

I've fallen. I've fallen into hyper fixation hell and it's all because of this mf right here. If you're unaware, this is Cole from the game Blush Blush. I came across a video featuring him on TikTok, and he then proceeded to ruin me to the point I had to draw him. (I believe the TikTok video was made by Ren-054, who's also here on tumblr btw ^^)

Cole lured me into the blush blush fandom and I haven't been able to recover ever since. Literally… I decided to try and play the game mainly for Cole a few weeks back, and then was jumped by all the other boys - THE HYPER FIXATION ON THIS GAME IS EATING ME ALIVE. It's criminal that there's not a large fanbase here on tumblr, I keep looking at the tags for the game hoping for new content like once everyday. This is not normal of me...

So in the end, I decided to ultimately start posting art again all because of this guy. I told myself that my first art related post should be something about my OCs, but oh boy- I just HAD to get him out of my system... Might as well feed myself and others here on tumblr with my contribution to the fanbase featuring my mental illness. Eat up I guess?