Next step: make dreamcore images for my story “Paracosm”

This is Lorien (Antagonist)

This is Y/N (Main Character)

This is Ashling (Sidekick)

And me! The Writer!

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Ok, listen, I knowI said I wouldn’t do existing characters but by golly, I wanted to write about GB Miss Heed. She’s all that’s right for me! And also, while doing this, I was listening to this playlist

DISCLAIMER!Miss Heed does not belong to me, she is an original character from theVillanousseries. However, she is so captivating that I decided to make a fic about the idea of her character. By the way, Miss Heed’s Male Model is based on the drawings of this terrific blog: @yanmaresu

TW: Yandere themes, use of love positions, kidnapping, mind-washing, prison escape, non-canon situations based on an animated series, non-canon scenes.

The bus stopped in front of the high-security prison. It was past noon, I arrived on time as instructed. The sky was cloudy, and a cool breeze was blowing. I decided to come casual: gray long sleeves, black pants, and black high-heeled boots.

Taking a few steps towards the barred entrance, a security guard stops me. It was an elderly man.

“Purpose?”

“Job interview…” I answer in a whisper.

“How?” he asks again.

“Job interview! I’m Y/N L/N,” I say louder and more confidently.

“Let’s see…” he checks his list, “Here you are, go ahead.”

Going through all the security checks, from metal detectors to security checks by hand. One by one, all the way to the hiring office.

“It says here you are Y/N L/N, you are new in town and require employment,” read a uniformed woman wearing glasses, “Why do you want to work at the prison?”

She lowers the report I filled out, looking me in the eye.

“Well, um, I found your request for personnel in the newspaper. That with the new inmates, they require care staff for the inmates,” I explained, “And I’m very efficient when it comes to providing services to people, I have experience being a babysitter-”

A fist struck the table, only to stop me.

“These are notchildren,” her voice was harsh, “These are men and women who have committed heinouscrimes.”

“I-I know-” I replied with a trembling voice.

“Okay, don’t ever compare them to children again,” the woman calmed down, “I need you to sign here, here, and here.”

She handed me a document, reading it carefully it said in one part that the penitentiary is not responsible for injuries to staff or their death.

“Huh…” I said to myself, but I need a job, and this one pays well.

“Great,” she took the paperwork from me, “Hired, you start now.”

I was then handed a jean-colored uniform, it was a jumpsuit and a pair of simple brown boots.

“Something I should know?” I asked rising from my seat, ready to get changed and begin.

“Don’t talk to the prisoners, don’t do anything stupid,” she mentioned, typing on her computer, “You will serve the central cells and the only currently occupied maximum-security cell.”

“Alright,” I quickly added.

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An hour and a half has passed. At the moment I find myself walking around with a cart of food trays and medicine for some prisoners. “Dinner,” I say, passing the trays through the slots in the doors.

I don’t see who they are, and I think it’s better this way. The less I know, the better.

Arriving at my last destination, the maximum-security cell.

With my credential, I gain access to the enclosure. What I saw, was quite… different.

A large empty room, purely made of metal. And in the center, a glass cell. Surely the glass must be thick. Yet it was all illuminated by pink spotlights…?

What was disturbing was the amount of scribbling on the glass. Hearts, hashtags, among others.

In the center was a young man, sitting with his back to the main entrance. His hair was kind of long, straight, and fading. From pastel pink to brown roots. His outfit was pink too, as was his carpet and bed.

What had he done to be here?

“Umm, excuse me,” I interrupted him, I could hear him whispering things, “Dinner.”

At that, his whispering stops and his hand stops drawing on the glass. Turning slowly, he watches me. Brown eyes bore into my face.

“Andwhoare you?” he asks me a little annoyed, but still gentle.

“Merely a-an intern, nothing more,” I reply, taking his tray and bringing it closer to the entrance.

Inserting it, I wait a few moments for him to take it, I don’t want him to drop it and have me in trouble for it.

Without getting up, he crawls to the tray and takes it.

“That uniform is sooo from the last century,” he mutters and then looks up, “Beat it.”

He looks sad to be here, he doesn’t look like a bad guy. He just looks very very lonely.

“I’ll see you around,” I say goodbye before walking away.

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“Today you must enter one of the central cells to provide a prisoner with special medication,” a uniformed man instructs me.

“Understood,” I state.

I’ve already spent three weeks here, I have experience with prisoners already. Except that today I’m instructed to do something different from my day-to-day duties, what can happen.

“Here you go,” I give a bald man his medication, he was restrained in a straitjacket.

“Screw it, pretty girl!” he yelled, deciding to give me a head butt. Boy, did that hurt. To my relief, they had sent a guard with me. It seems this guy is very violent.

On my break, I headed to the bathroom to check on the bruise.

“Damn!” I yell, washing my face, “Ugh.”

I can’t do anything about it, other than put on a band-aid. Continuing my rounds, I was again left with prisoner H-33D’scell.

By the time I accessed the facility, he was lying on his bed. I walked as fast as I could to him, I want my shift to end already.

“Hey, dinner,” I say and before he can see me, I turn to grab the tray.

“You never told me your name,” he mentioned, I didn’t know he was already sitting there waiting.

“Here you go, enjoy,” without another word, I tried to leave.

“You didn’t answer~” he insisted in a sing-song voice.

“…Y/N,” I replied without turning to look at him.

“And that nasty bruise on your forehead?” he observed, “It looks, like, super awful.”

“Just a work accident,” I replied wearily, “If you’ll excuse me-”

He hurriedly approached the glass, banging gently with both fists.

“How about you…if you stay a few more minutes?” his face was so sincere, he looked desperate for conversation. Though considering the previous weeks, he was slowly opening up to a little more exchange of words. We went from a get the hell out of heretopolite greetingstohow was your day?

“I can’t-” immediately his voice interrupted me.

“Yes you can, I know you have 20 minutes left before your shift is over,” he smiled somewhat excitedly…maybe too much.

“This will get me in trouble,” I crossed my arms.

“Oh~ please, pretty please,” his right hand slid down the glass, “Just a few minutes.”

Those brown eyes with dark circles under begged me for company.

“Ugh…” I sighed throwing my head back, “Fine, but-”

“Yei!” he celebrated, “Come on, get closer.”

Without hesitation, I approached him. Even seated, he seemed to be buzzing with excitement. I sat across from him, divided only by the glass. The strange thing about this cell is that it has no cameras…do they think it’s the safest security?

“I don’t think we got off to a good start,” he smiled kindly, “I’m Cec- I’m Heed, Mr. Heed.”

“Heed?” I ask, “That’s your name?”

“What can I say, I’m a star~” he brought his hand to his lip, “Don’t tell me you don’t know me.”

“I’m new in town, so I don’t,” his grin immediately fell apart.

“You’re not a follower of mine? Too bad, you are missing out on so much~” he slowly laid down on the floor, “Although I’m sure the agents have my phone…agh!”

He hit the floor, annoyed. I hope my face doesn’t show him how shocked I am by his drastic change of emotions.

“Tell me, Y/N, do you think I’m attractive?” he sighed, staring at the ceiling.

“For a criminal, you’re…kind of attractive,” I admitted.

“So you actually consider it!” he sat up excitedly, “To you, I look beautiful!”

“Mmm, hey Heed,” I changed the subject, “You have powers? Is that why you got a different treatment?”

At that, he moves closer to the glass.

“You want to see it?” he asks eagerly. I just nod my head slowly, unsure if I really want to.

“Can I have some water?” he holds out his hand, indicating to me that water is necessary. I pass him a plastic bottle I had for myself.

“Well, get ready~” he put some in his hand, showing me, “Now…”

He inhaled deeply and blew the water out. I thought it would splash into, however, it evaporated into a little heart cloud.

“That was cute,” I said, smiling. His face turned a little pink, or am I seeing wrong?

Over the next few days, he would force me to stay longer. Minutes, even hours. We would talk about him, just about him, and sometimes about me. But when we talked about me, he would listen attentively. He doesn’t interrupt me at any point.

Today, however…

“No! No! No!” he shrieked, “Do you have to go already? Why?!”

“Heed, it’s past my time” I stood up, “But look, I have these for you.”

Some time ago they had taken out the markers he had. I decided to get him some new ones and they are his favorite color.

“No way, Y/n…” he covered his mouth with both hands, “You’re beautiful.”

I blushed instantly. Relax, he’s just grateful.

Slipping my hand through the slot in his cell, I handed him the pink markers. His delicate hands gingerly brushed mine. Never at any time pulling me, hurting me, but rather…being gentle.

“See you, Mr. Highness,” I smiled, leaving.

As I was leaving, I met a female scientist approaching Heed’s cell. Her face was covered by a paper bag, over which she wore round glasses.

“Good night…” I quickly read her robe somewhat hidden under a black jacket, “Dr. Flugg.”

“Good night,” she greeted hurriedly, continuing on her way.

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The next day, Heed was erratic. According to what I was told, that’s what happened. I was not allowed to be near him, or anyone else, because of his bad behavior. Passing through the corridors, I could hear screams from his cell. He must have been screaming very loudly for his screams to get through those walls.

Since I finished everything earlier and security is against accessing Heed’s cell, I decided to read files.

“Dull, boring, gloomy,” I said to myself as I flipped through the brown folders, “ Boring- What?”

Internal Operations Report (Folio: 00-451003) Subject: H-33D

I opened it carefully, this is Heed’s file.

“Name...Cecil ArmandoKelley…” I whispered, “Security…level 9 type…Power: Vaporization 2,0…”

Just as I was about to read some more, the door handle turned. Alerted by that, I stored all the files as I found them.

“What are you doing here?” asked a guard.

“I was asked to return files,” I lied without hesitation.

“Have you done that?” he asked, to which I nodded, “Get out.”

Nonchalantly, I did.

“Take prisoner H-33D his dinner while you’re at it,” the guard ordered me, “He hasn’t eaten anything in 24 hours.”

That took me by surprise, so I walked quickly to get the tray and ran to his cell.

My card again allowed me to pass.

“Love me…love me…” he whispered, it seemed like we were back to day one, I thought until he heard me come in. Then he turned around, glad to see me.

“Y/N~!” he called in a sweet voice, “It’s you! You came to see me~”

“Heed, what happened to you?” I handed him his food, “No one was allowed to see you, and I heard your screams…”

My sight lifted to the new scriptures in his transparent cage. There were hashtags with our initials, hearts, and phrases like rescue meorlove me.

“What’s that all about-?” I pointed to the doodles.

“Oh, don’t worry about what happened,” he smiled ignoring what I asked, “I just…I had a visit from someone I know and well, it didn’t go as I expected.”

Could it be Dr. Flugg?

“And how are you feeling now?” I asked worriedly, his voice did sound a little hoarse.

“Better since you’re here,” he laughed mirthfully, “Although, I need your help.”

I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue with what he had to say.

“You see, I…since we’re very close,” he began, his eyes never leaving mine, “When I was locked up, they took a…perfume from me. Could you bring it to me? I just want a spray, then you can return it so you don’t get in trouble.”

His reasoning is fair, I mean, no one will know if I return it immediately.

“I’ll do anything for you, Mr. Highness,” I replied laughing.

After a risky mission to infiltrate the storage of belongings. In a box labeled H-33D, I found his strange bottle. Round, it looked like it could be used as a bracelet. A pink liquid inside it.

“Here you go!” I said, glad to see his reaction.

“Y/N, you’re like an angel in this horrible place,” he thanked. He instantly placed his bracelet on his wrist.

“It’s nothing,” I replied, “It looks interesting, what does it smell like?”

“Want to try it?” he asked excitedly, “You’ll love it~”

He poured some into his hand.

In that instant, I remembered his file. I remembered that he is in prison for a reason that has to do with his power… Why did he want the perfume so much? Why didn’t he wear it first? It’s always about him first and then the others.

“Um, Heed-?”

Don’t talk to the prisoners… don’t do anything stupid…

“Don’t worry, you’ll feel great afterward~” he took advantage of the slit still being open, and he blew me a kiss.

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“Hello to all my dear followers! It’s me, Mr. Heed!” he smiled on screen, after making a heart gesture with his hand, “I’m back and I have wonderful news!”

He looked much better now. Made up with pink hearts around his eyes, mascara, and his pink contact lenses. His outfit had changed too, now it was more flamboyant. Finally, his hair was completely pink, just like before. On his head decorated luminous headphones.

He pulled the H/C girl close to his side so that she could also be seen on screen.

“Today is a very happy day, for we have a very special guest! Give her a welcome full of lovesto my girlfriend, Y/N~” he kissed her on her cheek. The girl just smiled, happy on the outside.

“And now that I’m back,” he laughed, “I’ll be updating my instagram account with pictures of my beloved girl here.”

“Oh! Heed!” she blushed, hiding her face in the young man’s neck.

“And also,” his tone turned threatening, “I have new plans for the future~”

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' …! (Yan! Male! OC x Fem! Reader)

TW: yandere themes, kidnapping, use of chloroform, stalking, manipulation of information, mild depression

Based on the music video “Pity Party” by Melanie Martinez

Happily, she dashed out to the mailbox in front of her house. Excited she was, it was finally her birthday.

Y/N had been planning the whole thing for months! The decorations, the food, who would be there, every single detail. The street was completely empty. No vehicles were to be seen. A cool wind greeted her, the sun was covered by clouds. Yet that didn’t discourage her.

Although she didn’t tell anyone about her party, she wanted it to be a formal invitation by letter. So today, one daybefore her birthday, she mails the letters.

Satisfied with the pastel pink envelopes wrapped by a red string, she returned indoors.

He spotted her returning to the house. Slyly, he approached the mailbox. Yanking it open, he took all the letters and closed the can again.

Casting a glance at the house, he smiled to himself. She deserved the best gift of all.

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The night turned to day, and Y/N could not contain her enthusiasm.

“Now I should get ready!” she celebrated, the entrance to her house featured a sign that read .

The room was filled with pastel-colored helium balloons and pink ribbons. Party shades on the coffee table and light blue plastic cups. Trays with pizza and sandwiches were there as well. She even bought her own cake.

“Ah, let’s see,” she thought aloud, “I’ve got everything ready…I just have to get dressed.”

Quickly she ran to the staircase.

On the second floor, she entered her room. Pink walls and white furniture decorated the scene. And in front of her bed, hanging above a standing mirror, was her F/C dress.

She tailored it herself. It was a beautiful F/C tulle dress, fell above the knees, and had a lovely sweetheart cleavage. Stars and sparkles decorated the dress. Layers and layers of fabric rolled out from under the skirt, creating a fluffy look.

“Oooh~ It’s my party and I laugh if I want to, laugh if I want to~” she sang as she put on her dress and makeup for the occasion, “I wonder what gifts I’ll get?”

Looking at her reflection, she applied mascara and blush. She was pleased with the result on her face. She had been practicing for months how to apply makeup for this precise moment.

“Hmm~ hm~ hmm~” he hummed softly as he stirred the mixture in the bowl. He was preparing a chocolate cake recipe. His counter was a complete mess; flour, and eggshells everywhere. He wasn’t the tidiest cook, but the results were worth it. Nor was he the best baker around, but for her, he practiced for months and months. Today was an important day.

Wearing his white apron, he turned to the calendar and sighed happily. The day has finally arrived.

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Sitting in the living room, she waited. At any moment the guests would arrive.

Everything was in place. Everything was ready. Everything was going to be perfect for her birthday.

However, it was very quiet in her home…

“While I wait…” she rose from her seat, approaching her radio she had prepared for the occasion, “Time will pass faster with music.”

Returning to her original seat, she continued to stare at the door.

“Any minute now,” she whispered.

Tick, tock, tick, tock went the clock. With each passing minute, she slipped to the floor. It was tedious. It had passed far too many hours already, where were her friends?

“Maybe they are about to arrive,” she said to herself.

Her gut began to turn, but she told herself it was excitement…yes…that’s what it was.

The egg timer above the oven counted the seconds rapidly. He just watched as the dough puffed up amidst the heat. His eagerness forced him to glance at the clock every so often.

“I guess I should have started earlier,” he sighed, tired of waiting and resting his head gently between both hands. He figured he wasted time as he watched the cards burn in the fire on the stove when he arrived at his house. He couldn’t help it, those…people…they didn’t deserve to be around her a second longer. All so fake.

Standing up, he went to his living room. Over the fireplace was a small picture. With golden flowered frames. It enclosed a picture of a girl, h/c and e/c. She looked lovely.

“Don’t worry, dear,” he whispered to the framed photo, “I willbe at your party~”

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It was already past noon.

The balloons were slowly losing their helium. Already there were flies flying over the food. Even her dress was getting a little wrinkled.

“Ugh!” she jerked up abruptly from the couch, “This must be a mean prank!”

She thought maybe someone would have left her a voicemail, yeah, surely that’s what it is. Maybe they’d have let her know they’d be late.

Picking up the phone, only the sound of silence greeted her. There was no message, there was nothing.

“Hm,” she sighed wearily, dropping the phone. She didn’t care if it hit the floor.

“Did my invitations disappear?” she sobbed a little, “Why did I put my heart in every cursive letter?”

The sobbing morphed quickly into crying. Tears rolled down her cheeks. With both hands, she attempted to stop them. She couldn’t understand what she did wrong, she always did everything she could to fit in.

“I even told them the decorations in pastel ribbons,” looking up, she saw her reflection in the mirror hanging above the telephone table.

She looked awful. Makeup smeared all over her face. Her hair was all matted and tangled.

So much effort for nothing…

Pink icing covered the cake. A spatula helped to keep everything neat. He continued his work as a pastry chef, as he still had to visit her. But to be honest, he wasn’t doing a hundred percent great.

“Damn-” he cursed when a bit of the top decorating wasn’t turning out the right way, “I can fix it.”

With a frosting-filled sleeve of light blue icing, he wrote neatly in cursive letters.

Glancing again at the clock, he saw that it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.

“Better late than never,” he whispered adding the final strokes, “I think it’s done.”

He grabbed a box he had prepared and placed the cake inside. Wrapping it with a lavender ribbon. He ran back and forth, taking off his apron and getting dressed. Mainly he made sure to have his…other arrangements ready for later.

And he left on his way to her house.

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Popped balloons, severed ribbons, trays of food strewn on the floor, and a smashed cake on the living room table. A scene that portrayed…frustration, to say the least.

The afternoon crept slowly by, a horrible day without a doubt.

Cries echoed through the house.

Y/N was lying on her bed. Lying curled up, she was trying to relax after the outburst she had in the living room.

“Well, to clean up,” sitting down on her bed, she said.

Leaving her room, she detoured first to the bathroom. The dim yellow light illuminated a dark room. The mirror again showed she had smudged mascara and lipstick.

“Today was horrible,” she continued looking at herself in the mirror, “Not my best birthday.”

Tears again trickled down.

“I-it’s not fair,” her voice lacked strength, “I-I just wanted today to be special…”

Turning off the lights of his vehicle, he parked. Night had already fallen. It was totally dark. From his seat, he could see that the light in her bedroom was on, as was the light in the living room.

Without saying anything, he gets out of the car and enters the house. Luckily for him, the door was unlocked. He then thought that she had forgotten to lock it.

“Isn’t she the most forgetful? What would you do without me, honey~” he said in a low whisper. He looked carefully at the entrance, filled with balloons and a beautiful handmade sign.

Then he continued on his way to the living room.

“Oh,” he gasped in surprise at the sight of the mess, “Poor thing.”

He bent down to the floor to pick up the trays, reached for a broom to sweep a little, and grabbed the crushed cake.

“Mine’s better,” he said, tossing this one into the trash can.

“Ugh…” she sighed after blowing her nose with a handkerchief, “Well, at least I have enough food for dinner.”

Heading down the stairs she noticed something…The living room seemed cleaner.

The further down the steps she went, the more she could see. There was no trace of the chaos created by her down here. Approaching the front door, it was locked. So everything was in order, she had locked the door, as she remembered.

“Huh, weird,” she turned toward the living room once more.

She froze instantly.

A pink frosted cake with light blue cursive lettering:

She said nothing but walked over to the cake. It was pretty, yes, but that didn’t take away from the sense of unease of the situation. There were six candles around the edge, most likely for a more decorative purpose. However, these were unlit.

She stood noticing her surroundings. What happened here? Who-?

“Happy birthday~” whispered a voice, deep and masculine, “Oh my, you look so pretty in that dress.”

The person was standing behind her, yet she couldn’t turn around from shock. She was glued in place and through her body ran a tingle of anxiety.

Who was this person?

“I know you spent weeks making it,” the person laughed, footsteps echoing closer, “And it turned out rather heavenly.”

She swallowed hard. What could she do in a situation like this?

“Do you like it? I made it myself,” hands gently rested on my tense shoulders, “Too bad no one came to your party, but don’t worry, I did.”

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cuddles-and-kisses:

Mypoor baby, why don’t you come over here and rest your head on my thigh? Please come cuddle up to me. I know you’ve had a rough day. Let’s just relax together while I play with your hair or give your gentle head scratches. We can lay here as long as you’d like and bask in each other’s presence.

You do so much to make me feel loved and safe. Let me give you this moment, let me help you feel just as wanted and cared about.

loverboy-core:

let me in

let me live under your skin

let me live in you forever

gutbunniie:

never ever leave again.. my heart wouldn’t be able to take another second without you!

i need you so bad i could never be without you again. promise me you won’t leave. please