So I saw so many people do this and it just looked like so much fun that I decided to make some of my own Yandere ocs! Both Yandere girls and boys! Also I tried to make the s/o (you) gender neutral so everyone can feel included!
It would be nice to receive asks with them as well! I wanna get my creative juices thriving again xD But yeah! I hope you’ll like my bbs!!
Trigger warnings: This is Yandere so there will obviously be triggering topics, such as: Manipulation, kidnapping, gaslighting, guilt tripping, sexual stuff, psychological and physical torture, just some of these babs can be really messed up so beware!
Name: Flora
Yandere type: Obsessive
“Hey sweetie! I brought you more cookies!”
Oh my, this absolute baby. This absolute angel.Believe me she is such a good girl for real. She is so sweet and happily bakes you cookies and other treats. That cute smile is seemingly always on her lips. An absolutely amazing listener and is gladly a shoulder to cry on. She loves giving hugs and since she is smol then she would love to be picked up as well if possible. Because fuck such a baby. Also never curses, literally never. She is adorable and pure but she is a yandere so of course not everything about her is good.
“W-What? You don’t love me? What did I-I do wrong?”
Even in her Yandere mode she is still a softie! She would never kill anyone, never hurt anyone, she might go as far as to hurt herself though so you’d stay with her. Hurting you is a huge no no and she is too weak and fragile to wanna hurt anybody else.
She can be manipulative though, uses her tears as her weapon and just guilt trips even if she honestly isn’t fully aware of that. Like she doesn’t understand that what she is doing can be seen as manipulation or guilt tripping.
Kidnapping for her is the absolute last resort and she really doesn’t want to go through with that, but if she would then she would be incredibly remorseful and do anything so you’d be comfortable. She would be begging for forgiveness and crying the entire first day when you’d be in captivity. So much so that you’ll likely feel bad for her even if you didn’t do anything wrong.
The most she does as punishments is leave you alone and with no food. But even that is rarely because she would rather hurt herself then see her beloved in pain.
She is seriously a sweetheart and an incredibly gentle yandere. From my ocs she is the best choice to end up with to be honest.
Name: Alex
Yandere type: Possessive & Sadistic
“Would you like to hang out later (Name)?”
Alex is a seemingly innocent and kind hearted guy. He is so sweet and is seriously the nicest boy all around. He is loved by everyone and nobody has anything bad to say about him. Alex is also one of the top students and will gladly help you with whatever you need and he will never ask for nothing in return besides your company.
However, even if it doesn’t seem wrong at first, then your other friends seem to somehow start to keep distance from you. Obviously he is there for you and to push your worries aside. Saying things like “They just don’t understand how amazing you are, like I do.” In that sweet melodic tone of his and you just feel so safe in his arms. It’s almost ridiculous how dependent you become on him.
But all of his persona is just a huge fucking lie because as soon as you reject him then you’ll get to see the beast he actually is.
“What the fuck did you just say?!”
The first thing you hear is him cursing when you reject him. Despite him literally never cursing before and his eyes change too. He just looks insane, because that’s what he seriously is. All of his good boy™ personality is just a huge lie and actually he is a piece of shit who isn’t above hurting anyone to get his way.
He will knock you out and kidnap you right away when you reject him. This boy does not take rejection well ever and it gets tiring playing the cute, sweet boy all the time so he’ll be happy to show off his actual personality.
As soon as you wake up then you’ll be met with the insane bastard man he truly is. He will stop at nothing to make you love him like he loves you. The one bad thing is that his love is incredibly twisted and to him you have to be perfectly obedient even if he doesn’t mind at all if you fight against him. That just makes things somuch more fun and the satisfaction of seeing you broken so much more delicious.
He is perverted, not gonna lie. But not as much as one might actually expect. There may be some sexual punishments but most will be physical and psychological. He absolutely lovesmind games! Making you doubt absolutely everything and make you doubt yourself. He loves seeing you cry and he’s such a bastard to lick them off your cheeks. He is very sadistic and will get clear pleasure from your pain and isn’t afraid to threaten to hurt your loved ones to make you obey.
Once you’ll be his perfect little doll then everything will be perfect and he will be so gentle that you’ll realise how horribly unfair to him you had been to him at first and how nice it feels to be a good girl/boy to him now.
Name: Emma
Yandere type: Obsessive & Little delusional
“Hey babe! Wanna hear about the new prank I have planned?”
One word to describe Emma as is a prankster. She loves setting pranks up on people and she loves other people who love to have fun like her. None of her pranks are really mean spirited she just likes to have fun and try to take the most in life that she can. She also loves to go to haunted houses and other abandoned places. She is just really chill and nice! Also to be fair she is also pretty intelligent and her pranks are really creative. She is not the best student out there but it’s mostly because she doesn’t try as hard as she could. She passes her classes but she could do a lot better. All of her time is just around her pranks and you.
She just loves hanging around with you. No matter what your personality is like then she’ll just love being around you. What starts out as a crush soon goes out of control and she just can’t get you out of her head but you will never see it.
Emma makes sure that you know how much you mean to her even if sometimes it can come off as awkward then she means well!
“Sweetie, don’t cry! I am doing this because l love you!”
She doesn’t start off as a Yandere. Her love for you just takes over everything. She doesn’t even really have to stalk you because he manages to monopolize all of your time to be with her. However she does take pictures of you, a lot of pictures of you. She touches herself to the thought of you quite a lot. Maybe she even gets brave enough to grab a pair of your underwear. She just loves you so much it has drove her insane. If she would have gotten actual professional help at the right time then everything could have been prevented but now it’s just too late.
She will only kidnap you if somebody else takes her place or if you reject her because this baby is so obsessed with you that she literally can’t live without you anymore. She absolutely needs you to breathe and live. Nobody else matters to her but you. Even her pranks don’t, you’re all she thinks about anymore. In her mind you have to love her already. Because she loves you!
When she kidnaps you then she is very remorseful but she has convinced herself that this is for the absolute best. You two can finally be together and nobody can separate you two anymore! I have to say that she is perverted and now that she gets to be so close to you then her perversions take over her and a lot of her punishments are either sexual or psychological in nature. But she doesn’t punish you a lot because in her mind you are just getting used to your new life and relationship and everything is okay!
No matter what she will have to do then the two of you will live happy together forever and everything will be perfect! No matter what.
This dude. This fucking dude, holy crap. Okay where to get started. Well he is mostly really monotone honestly. Seriously doesn’t show a lot of emotion at all and most of the time his emotions consist of anger and deep annoyance. Even with you he starts off as being very indifferent towards you but something about you just pulls him towards you and he can’t stop himself. It annoys him deeply and makes him angry, because fucking damn it why does he feel like this? He thought he was so much better then this but you have him weak at his knees. Eventually he accepts these feelings and boy it’s not gonna be good.
You may just be a classmate, his friend, his teacher, fuck you may have bumped into him once. No matter what it is then he just becomes obsessed with you and that just isn’t good for you or anyone else around you.
Also this dude is a huge fucking pervert. Like an absolute fucking pervert. If he would be in Danganronpa then his talent would definitely be Ultimate Pervert. Anyways he is a stalker. Definitely a stalker and he is so good at it that it’s literally scary. He steals your underwear, shirts, scarves, whatever he gets his hands on. He has an incredibly high sex drive and he jacks off to the thought of you so often. Even in class his thoughts seem to linger and he has to go to the bathroom to get rid of it. Seriously he just loves the idea of dominating you and making you moan out his name.
“Oh baby you look so cute when crying~!”
Kidnapping is 110% gonna happen. No escaping that. This man isn’t afraid to have his hands dirty. He is probably the most likely oc of mine to kill people close to you and the feeling of blood on his body is also a strange turn on. He will do anything to have you and he will literally kill anyone. Even the people you love the most. He’s a fucking bastard I swear to god.
He will have you weak sexy lingerie, no matter if you are girl or a guy. He’ll grope you and rub his bulge against you. Not surprisingly majority of his punishments are highly sexual and sadistic. He is rough and he rarely gets psychological with you. But he does make you feel like every single punishment is completely your fault and that he’s only doing this because he loves you so much.
He will have you completely desperate for his attention by the end of it and you’ll be an empty shell of who you used to be and oh god does he love seeing you this way!
You’re so much more perfect like this~
Name: Amara
Yandere type: Clingy & Obsessive & Delusional
“(Name), I am so happy to see you again!”
Whelp, this girl. Honestly she is a little difficult to explain. Amara in some ways a definite sweetheart. She loves making you smile, also loves to make others smile and just make people happy. She is chill, smart, pretty. Not in any way the most popular girl around but she is definitely known. She is pretty athletic and is the best at basketball.
Mostly she seems normal. Completely average and she makes friends with you easily. She is so sweet and caring. But at the same time she can be so mean? Not to you, of course. But at times she just says the absolute most meanest and rudest things about others with a smile and grin on her face. It’s honestly scary but she quickly changes back to her usual sweet personality.
Those were just the first red flag.
The thing about Amara is that she isn’t really a bad person. However she can’t be called a good person either. She is somewhere in the really fine middle. Her love for you is very much true and she does love you but her love for you just makes her anger and bitchy attitude rise towards anyone who tries to take away your precious attention from her. This just won’t fucking do. Not at all.
For her murder is something she is capable of but doesn’t really wanna do it. However if pushed far enough she will most certainly kill whoever was unfortunate enough to take you away from herself.
She is incredibly protective, smotheringly so and she always finds a way to be together with you and everybody seems to want to stay away from you because Amara is just scary. She is really fucking scary when she nears you with that smile of hers.
Even if you approach her about that then she’ll just laugh and wave it off. You both love eachother right, so why is it wrong of want to be with you all the time?
“Baby, let me have a taste of you~”
Kidnapping with her is actually 50/50. There’s a likely change that you’ll just become so trapped together with her that no matter what you just can’t leave. But if you still did everything you could to disobey her or scream at her to leave you the fuck alone, over and over again, then eventually she will break and will most certainly kidnap you.
Her punishments won’t start out harsh. Mostly isolation and letting you starve for two days or so. Then it goes to leaving cuts on your arms and legs. She licks the blood away as well. Every part of you is way too precious to waste! She just loves you so much. Can’t you see?
Likely will murder somebody and bring you something of theirs, body part likely, to show it off to you like a proud puppy and she is just so confused by your screams and tears. Isn’t this the ultimate token of her love and devotion to you? For her it definitely is! But you have to learn eventually! You just have too!
She does have a sex drive and loves touching you as much as she can, hearing you whine and whimper makes her just feel so excited! It’s just so cute!
When you try to escape then she isn’t past just breaking your leg or hand. She won’t let you leave! No matter what you are supposed to be together forever! Likely won’t ever be capable of killing you though even if the idea becomes tempting at times. But you’re so much more cuter alive then being a cute dead doll.
But yeah, she is crazy with her love for you and she has little to no boundaries to show her love for you.
I simultaneously hope my friends hold a presentation night so I can show them this and also don’t because Ima have to explain a lot of internet history in some of those memes
A/N:I’m sorry. Life’s been kind of hell right now and I’m struggling with all the happy and lovey doves stuff I had been planning on writing. I’m hurting at the moment so apparently that’s all I can write at the moment.
It’s doesn’t take Izuku long to realise that it wasn’t death that had saved him.
Things are blurry at best after he had been taken into the swirling purple mist, only small glimpses of the world making it through the heavy blackness that surround him, pulling him back down into nothingness time and time again. Izuku couldn’t say how much time had passed, having little grasp on the passing of time or even where he was but he had seen enough of the insides of hospitals to know he was in one, though this one wasn’t as bright and clean as the ones he had been to when he was a small child and still ever hopeful that he would someday get a quirk. He really had been an idealistic idiot back then hadn’t he?
Within the small glimpses of reality Izuku had seen people. The same purple smoke man who had found him and saved Kacchan from becoming a murderer was one of them. His voice was a low and soothing rumble, always assuring Izuku that he was safe now and that he could trust him, trust them. Strangely enough Izuku did. It might be the trauma and the blood loss. Maybe he had imprinted on the man or it might just be his naive insistence of seeing the best in everyone but whatever it was Izuku trusted the man who had saved his life, even if he sort of wished he hadn’t.
There was another man as well who was sometimes there when Izuku awoke, short in stature and on the plump side with a completely bald head and a rather large and bushy moustache that reminded Izuku of a video game villain. Izuku didn’t trust him, not in the slightest. He smiled to much but not like All Might did. No this man’s smiles were sinister and threatening and left Izuku feeling like he was a lab rat, waiting to be cut up and examined. The purple man with the yellow eyes told him it would be okay though, that the dr was trying to fix what Kacchan had broken so Izuku tried not to panic when he came back to himself and found the dr smiling maniacally down at him, sometimes blood splattered and wilding instruments that Izuku would rather not think about. They all looked sharp and painful, designed to rip people apart instead of put them back together and he didn’t want to even begin thinking about how they were being used on his unconscious body.
In and out of consciousness he drifted, every waking moment hazy and pain filled, Izuku unable to always grasp what was happening let alone what was being said to him. The pain though was a constant, Izuku’s throat feeling like it was burning as the phantom weight of Kacchan’s hand squeezed the very breath from his lungs. Even in the darkness he couldn’t escape it, those strong and deadly fingers wrapping around his throat, Izuku unable to move as the heat intensified until all he could smell was his burning flesh. Then came the explosions, every one deliberate and thought out. They rip through the already damaged tissue and deep into the muscle, burning the nerves and stealing his voice. Izuku wants to scream, wants to claw at the other boys hand and make him stop but it’s like he’s trapped in his own body, unable to move, unable to make even the slightest sound. All he does is stand there and smile whilst inside he screams and rages, crying out in helplessness and pain. It’s his whole life shrunk down to one moment, one painful and life shattering moment that he will never be able to escape. Again and again he relives the horror of his once friend attempting to take his life and each time he just stands there and smiles, even as blood bubbles up over his lips and the explosions ripping through his neck until his head topples from his shoulders.
Trapped in the darkness Izuku cries, begs for it to stop. He yearns for the small glimpses of reality, desperately tries to cling on to those moments for as long as he can but those moments of hazy clarity never last, the darkness pulling him back in, his obvious panic ignored as he slipped back under. He was alone once more, trapped in the darkness. Except he was never alone for long. Kacchan always comes creeping back, his mocking words and cruel laughter filling the void and the cycle starts all over again. Just him and Kacchan in the darkness and slowly driving Izuku crazy until he wasn’t sure what was real and what wasn’t any more.
Thenhe came and Izuku wasn’t so alone any more.
It’s just a whisper to start with, a deep and level voice that whispers Izuku’s name from the darkest parts of his mind. Izuku thinks it’s just his imagination to start with, his mind fracturing under the weight of his torment and maybe it is but as the voice grows louder he finds himself uncaring. If this is madness then so be it. At least he isn’t alone in the darkness any more.
Steadily the voice grows stronger, the simple whispers of Izuku’s name replaced by fully formed sentences. Though it remains a body less voice it becomes a welcomed point of contact, something Izuku clings into in an attempt to keep himself grounded though he fears that maybe he is already beyond that point now. The voice is distinctly male, obviously older than Izuku is and most likely the purple mist man as well. His voice hold an edge of authority, a distinct trace of power and confidence that has Izuku equal parts scared and interested. He has always been a curious boy though, desperate to learn new things so he pushes past the fear and unease, trusting in the voice and letting it’s deep rumble chase away the ghost of Kacchan who’s presence Izuku can feel even if the boy remains shrouded in darkness, waiting to slip through the cracks and rip Izuku apart all over again.
They talk for what seems like days, weeks, hours or even minutes. Sometimes the voice only comes to check that Izuku is still sane, though as time passes it’s becoming harder the answer that one. Other times it’s long and lengthy conversations about everything from the unbalanced structure of society to how quirks have impacted the corse of humanity. As these conversations progress Izuku finds his once firm beliefs wavering, the voices explanation of how unbalanced the world is making more sense then Izuku had thought they would.
The world was a cruel and unforgiving place that had no mercy for the weak and undesirable. Izuku had been written off the moment he had been diagnosed quirkless, his life deemed worthless because of that one simple fact that was outside of his control. It didn’t matter that he was smart or loyal or kind. It didn’t matter the potential he possessed to achieve great things. Izuku was quirkless and that was all he would ever be.
It wasn’t fair.
He hadn’t stood a chance against the rest of the world with quirks that made them better than Izuku. He hated them. Resented the fact that there were people out their like Kacchan who possessed amazing quirks with the power to change the world for the better but were abusive and vile, misusing their quirks and thinking that they had superiority over people like Izuku. People like that didn’t deserve the gifts they had been given, didn’t understand how to use them correctly but Izuku did. He had pages upon pages of action plans and battle strategies, books filled to the brim with information on every hero he had come across in his short life and even those in his class, detailed analysis of their strengths and weaknesses, of how to defend and counter almost every attack. Izuku knew how to be the perfect hero. He also knew how to put the majority of Japans top heroes out of a job, or into an early grave depending on how you looked at it.
As his talks with the bodiless voice grew more in-depth, delving into serious analysis of the state of their world Izuku found his opinions on quirks and hero’s shifting, looking at his own experiences with fresh eyes now the rose tinted glasses where gone. His pain had dulled now, Izuku able to stomach the moments of clarity better then he had before. The doctor no longer terrified him when he caught a glimpse, not even when he awoke to find the man hunched over him with a bloody scalpel in hand. Izuku knew now that he would always be in pain, would be forced to live in a constant state of anguish simply because of how he was born. He was resigned to his fate, willing enough to live through the torment though he wished for his death. This was his life and he would live it as best as he could for how ever long he could stand it.
It was then, when Izuku was at his lowest, no longer fighting Kacchan as he reminded Izuku time and time again of his rightful place in the world that the voice asked, “what if you could have quirk?” Izuku had laughed it off at first, informing the voice that his life had been filled with a lot of what ifs and he was through deluding himself with them now. The voice persisted though, often bring it up after lengthy conversations that had Izuku questioning everything he had known but the world he lived in and at some point Izuku had succumbed, the possibility festering inside Izuku’s mind until it was all he could think about.
What would his life have been like if he had gotten a quirk? Would he and Kacchan have remained friends, the two of them teaming up to get into U.A? Or would they have still drifted apart, the bullying now becomes of how small Izuku was or how weak his quirk was? Would he have even gotten into U.A or any of the hero schools? Just because he wanted to be a hero didn’t mean that Izuku would have achieved that even with a quirk. Maybe he would have found himself stuck in a boring and mundane life, drifting through unnoticed and unfulfilled as he watched Kacchan achieve his dream and become a hero despite his awful personality and tendency to resort to violence if he was even slightly inconvenienced. Would a quirk even have improve his life or would he still be stuck as he was now, alone and undesirable, forgotten by society as their attention turned to the bright and larger then life heroes who dominated their lives? Heroes that were idolised and worshiped like gods instead of the fragile and expendable mortals they actually were.
There were so many possibilities, so many what ifs and Izuku was drowning under the weight of what could have been. He had desperately wanted a quirk when he was younger and though that desire had never left him as he had gotten older Izuku had accepted the fact that he would never get his wish. So instead he had decided to prove himself without a quirk, convinced that he could achieve his goals with hard work and determination. A childish dream that had brought him more pain then joy in the end. He had long given up hope of being part of the masses, of being a normal member of society but that one question, that what if was making him think about those small slithers of hope that had unknowingly sunk their claws into his heart and mind.
What would Izuku do if he miraculously got a quirk now?
If he had been asked that question before Kacchan had found him in that alleyway Izuku would have been able to answer within seconds. He would want to become a hero. To smile as brightly as All Might as he saved countless lives, becoming a symbol of peace and hope. Izuku would have wanted to protect the very people who had shunned him, put his life on the line time and time again to make sure they were safe from the villains that plagued their city. He would have forgiven them all, dedicating his life to being the best hero he could possibly be, following in his roll models shoes until just the whisper of his hero name struck fear into the hearts of villains everywhere and made the innocent feel safe and cared for.
Izuku wasn’t so sure about that anymore.
Things had changed.
He had changed.
Izuku still wanted justice. He still wanted to save the innocent and protect the weak and helpless but knowing what he did now he wasn’t so sure he would want to do it as a hero, a false god to the adoring masses. He wanted to help others like him, the downtrodden and abused, the ones society tossed aside and forgot about and he wanted to punish those who sat by and allowed it to happen. Those that only saw the worth of others depending on the strength and usefulness of their quirk.
There were so many people who had seen Izuku’s torment and simply turned away, his quirkless status making their actions (or lack there of) seem justifiable to them. All it would have taken was one person to stand up and send him to put an end to his mistreatment but his saviour had never come. Not a single teacher, class mate or passerby had stepped forward to save Izuku from his torment. Not even his own mother had tried to understand why he was so withdrawn, why he took the long way home or always wore long sleeves and trousers to hide the bruises but how could she understand? She had a quirk and though it may be weak it was still something. Something that Izuku would never have. So no, she would never understand what life was like for Izuku, no one but another quirkless genetic mistake could and they were few and far between.
Life wasn’t fair and the odds were stacked so high against people like Izuku that he had never stood a chance in the first place. The harsh reality was that people just didn’t care enough. He knew his mother loved him, knew that she had done what she had thought best but she had been resigned to the fate that awaited Izuku, awaiting the day he just gave up or disappeared into the unknown. Just another statistic. He wanted justice, wanted the world to see what it had become and for those who had made it that way to be held accountable for it. The world was corrupt, quirks the virus that had infected it and heroes the symptoms of the disease. Izuku wanted to reset the balance, make sure only the just and true ascended to the dizzying heights of heroism. People like Mount Lady who only cared about money and fame or Best Jeanist who seemed more concerned with his appearance then helping people, they should never have been allowed to become heroes and yet they were popular for those very reasons. And they weren’t the only ones.
So may heroes were only in it for the money, the fame, the power it gave them and yet they were still showered with praise and affection even those like Endeavor who were a little to aggressive towards the villains they captured but society turned a blind eye to unnecessary violence, letting the man get away with it simply because he was a hero, the number two, coming second only to All Might, the grate pretender. There were others like Endeavor, heroes that didn’t care if the villains they apprehended had a few extra cuts and bruises, maybe a broken bone or two. How had he not seen it before? How had he been so naive and stupid to think that these so called heroes were justified some how? He had been just as guilty as the rest of them, buying into the notion that heroes were somehow above the law as they were the ones upholding it, protecting people and keeping the world safe but not anymore. Izuku could see it for what it was now and the truth was ugly and vicious.
Izuku remained trapped in the darkness for so long, the voice gone and just his thoughts and Kacchan for company. He had no idea how long he stayed trapped there, stuck in a constant loop of fear and pain but Izuku didn’t stop thinking, didn’t stop turning over what he now knew, the thoughts sinking in and festering within his fragile and splintering mind. Izuku’s perspective shifted, an understanding settling over him. If left as it was the world would never change but it would not awaken on its own. Someone had to show the world the truth, had to open their eyes to the lies they had been sold to make them feel safe when they were anything but. Izuku had a responsibility now, to help those that couldn’t help themselves, that didn’t know any better and he knew the perfect place to start.
When the voice returned, seeking to make sure Izuku was still sane it was to a pool of blood, Izuku’s hands and chin dripping with the stuff and Kacchan’s lifeless body laying at his feet, the blondes head dangling by its hair from Izuku’s fist. There was no horror, no declaration that Izuku had done wrong. There was only laughter, deep and rumbling and a question that he had been asked time and time again but now felt ready to answer p. “What if you could have quirk?” Izuku had smiled then, turning his blood splattered face towards where the voice had come from and simply answered “then I would set the world free”. That laughter had rung out around the darkness, echoing back at him endlessly. Izuku knew he should probably be scared, that same sense of danger prickling along his spine but he was beyond fear now. What was there left to be scared of when he had already been through hell?
“Then awaken my son and begin your crusade”.
The darkness thickened, Kacchan lifeless body being swallowed up by the shadows as they advanced until Izuku was blinded by it, unable to even see his own body through the darkness. The laughter remained, echoing hauntingly from inside Izuku’s mind and twisting his stomach. It felt like the darkness was pressing down on him, forcing him to his knees and still moving ever closer, pressing on his chest and stealing his breath away. A bright burning pain erupted in his throat and head, like Kacchan’s quirk but from the inside out growing hotter and hotter till Izuku was convinced he was on fire, the flames choking the life from him. His hands clawed at his throat or yanked on his hair, desperate for it to stop but it did nothing to dull the sensation, the pain so intense that it felt like he knew nothing else, his whole body burning with it now. Izuku screamed but in the darkness that to was taken, the empty nothingness ringing with its silence. The darkness pressed in, the shadows claiming him as it forced its way into his burning throat, his ears, his eyes, his nose until it swallowed him whole and chocked the very last breath from his lungs.
