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.
A word of warning, mostly just soft shit. my laptop broke just as soon as I get back in gear to actually do things so now it’ll be a while before I can do much again.
title: busted
pairing: platonic, crow(oc)+reader
fandom: N/A
tw: yandere character, casual mentions of violent acts
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“Great, two fuckin’ grand down the drain. Not to mention all of the drafts and shit,” the redhead sighed from the couch of their living room. You looked at them curiously, considering Crow almost never complained, and seldom did they cuss more than occasionally. Your friend looked up at you and smiled, the frustration from their face disappearing beneath a cheerful mask. It would’ve been impossible to tell, had their eyes not been red and irritated from tears streaming down their cheeks.
“You okay?”
“I’m alright. Just a little upset. Nothing that hasn’t happened before.”
“What happened?”
After you asked them this, their lips pressed into an uncomfortable line. “My, uh… my laptop has been reduced to ten pounds of overly expensive metal. Guess if someone hurts you, it’d be a pretty good weapon to bludgeon them to death with,” the writer laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of their neck.
You really needed to stop them before they did something reckless.
Ollphéist is not a fan of clothes, but they usually don’t care much anyway.
Fun fact; Ollphéist’s tattoos change rather frequently but move slowly. Ollphéist also has a natural aura that crates a halo around them, many people have mistaken Ollphéist for an angel from Christianity due to the halo. Ollphéist has ten color cones, where humans only have three, their dual fused pupils allow for a wider view range along with the increased color perception.
Here is a short list of questions to Lorien, the antagonist of my story “Paracosm”.
questions will be answered through roleplay!
[Static sounds]
Affection:How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
“Hmm,” he thought aloud, “I’m a sucker for holding hands and warm hugs, I’d even rest my head on her lap or shoulder.”
He turns to look at Y/N, who is standing far away.
“But if she doesn’t want me to touch her,” his voice became quiet, a low hushed whisper with a somber tone, “She’ll make me force my hand, not to worry, I’m not fond of hurting her.”
Blood:How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
“Messy, huh?” his gaze shifts elsewhere, “Blood is not my thing, I’m not a quarrelsome one. Although, one can be messy with wordy assaults. Ooh, now that’s my ground.”
He smiles tenderly.
“Luckily my opponents are limited and of poor quality,” he sighs, somewhat wearily, “However, it’s a little easier to convince her that I’m her best option.”
Cruelty:How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
“Abducted is not the word I would use,” he immediately cut in, “But after…that, she would get all the attention she deserves.”
His hand stroked the hair of the sleeping girl in his lap.
“She didn’t have the life she wanted,” he whispered, his fingers daintily combing through the locks, “She wasn’t always happy, she wasn’t always at peace. I’ll give her all that and more.”
His gaze lifts from the young woman, returning to the front.
“I think I sometimes mock the world she knew, but of her, I do not mock,” it was hard to read his expression, but his undertone was plausible.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
“Well, without her consent it sounds a little harsh,” he laughs softly so as not to wake her up, “She often doesn’t want to listen to me, although it’s easy to persuade her. She thinks she makes the decisions alone, I’d say she has a bit too much of my…meddling.”
“So no, I don’t force her into anything,” a threatening whisper he gave at the end.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
“All of it,” he replied quickly, without much thought.
“There’s nothing I don’t-” he seems to remember something, as he pauses in his words, “There’s not much I don’t reveal to her, I reveal to her only what is necessary.”
At the second question, he becomes more thoughtful. It takes him a few minutes to answer.
“If vulnerable to you is letting my guard down and accidentally leaving loose ends,” his voice sounded hesitant, “Then yes, sometimes I am vulnerable with her. That then costs me a lot of sacrifices I made, I despise it.”
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
“Isn’t she a cute little thing?” he asked, the girl in question not to be found nearby, “She’ll try, I’m sure of that. She’s smart, no doubt about it. I’ve caught her hiding things.”
He looked around trying to make sure she wasn’t close enough.
“And if she tries anything, I wouldn’t be surprised,” he rested his chin on both hands, “Of course, I don’t want her to, you know how hard it was to get her here? Although I see it coming, I’m not happy about that at all.”
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
“I do like games,” he chimed in eagerly, “Only if I know the rules, obviously. I don’t like not being in control.”
“What I feel for Y/N is not a game, I don’t want her to believe that,” his hands clenched into fists, “The game lies entirely in when she’ll realize…everything.”
He was silent for a moment, static faintly beginning to ring.
“Hm? sorry, I got distracted for a moment,” he waved his hands in front of his face trying to get back to the conversation, “Oh~ Such a question. It would undoubtedly be very entertaining to see her try to run away, but I hope she can rest assured that I’m not one to lose easily.”
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
“Huh, that one I can’t answer,” he said honestly, “Let me read the script.”
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
“Oh~ I thought this question would never come~” he clapped his hands excitedly, “Oh, this may be long and- You know what? I’ll sum it up for you.”
“Well, first of all, I want to win her affection. It looks easy, from what I’ve studied through books and movies,” he admitted, “I mean, I think I know what her ideal type of man is, and that’s already a big step forward.”
“Second, I want her to never stray from me, I see us getting very close in the near future~” he smiled but there was something else there, “Many times I sat and pondered the idea of…children, eugh, sorry but I’m repulsed by those little creatures. I don’twant them.”
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
“Jealous? What is that” he asked, “Is it a disease? Is it contagious? Why would I lose my temper when I’m sick?”
“Lorien,” approaches the young woman, “That’s an emotion.”
“Oh,” he beckons the girl closer, “Tell me more.”
Y/N then whispers things to him.
“I get it…” he took in all the information, “Thank you, darling.”
“No, I don’t think I’m jealous,” he shifted his gaze back, “Yet.”
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
“Isn’t it obvious?” he sighed sweetly, “She’s everything to me, so I’m as gentle as I can be.”
Again, he made sure she wasn’t around. Leaning toward the camera, he whispered.
“Although she can sometimes, heh…get on my nerves with a lot of questions and-” he took a deep breath, “There are times when I can lose my temper, but I don’t mistreat her! I just…prefer to keep quiet or be short on answers.”
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
“Considering her life back in…” he realizes he is giving a lot of information so he starts coughing to rearrange his words, “I think the best way is to make her feel at home, although, of course she is at home.”
At that he laughs a little, as something strikes him as comical. However, he says nothing.
“Also…give her things that will surprise her,” he said thinking about his future options, “ In short, I think being attentive to her and impressing her each time.”
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
“I think with mine I was colder, but they were all like that,” he rolled his eyes, “Nothing personal, but they didn’t deserve to be around me.”
Noises are heard in the bathroom, a shower, and then soft humming.
“With her, I found out I don’t have to be cold all the time,” he smiled, “I think my colors change. With her I’m different, I feel different.”
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
“Even though I don’t want to,” he sighs mournfully, “I lock her in the house or in some room. I wait for her to finish her tantrum and yelling, then I let her out with a warning.”
At that, he crosses his arms over his chest.
“I think if that gets worse, I’ll be forced to make harsherpunishments,” he sighed wearily, “Why can’t she understand that what I do, I do out of love?”
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
“Well, let’s see,” he said counting on his fingers, “No going out, no running away from me, no going places without me, no thinking about running away, no doing things on her own, no avoiding my love, no-”
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
“As patient as I can be,” he sighed in exhaustion, “It’s just, she’s ever so curious! It’s difficult getting things done, you know what I mean?”
One hand pushed his hair back, trying to stay calm.
“She’s always asking questions, going places she shouldn’t, o҉b҉s҉e҉r҉v҉i҉n҉g҉,” he noted all, his voice distorting in the process, “If onetries to keep up a lie, it’s hard to do so when another is looking for the truth.”
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
“…” he said nothing initially, thinking about such scenarios. What would happen if she succeeds? What if she escapes? Or worse…dies?
“She…” he began, inhaling deeply, “If Y/N manages to leave, I wouldn’t be able to forget her. I mean, she’s all I know, she’s all I want. And I never give up. I’d look for her again, bring her back, and do it ALLover again. Everything.”
He gave another pause, exhaling everything in his lungs.
“If she dies…I wouldn’t forgive myself, and that also means ˙ɹǝɥʇıǝ ǝsɹǝʌıun ǝɥʇ ǝʌıɓɹoɟ ʇ,uplnoʍ I”
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
“Funny question,” he chuckled, “No and no. ”
He hears a door open and close, Y/N seems to have stepped out into the garden.
“I don’t feel guilty, not at all,” his gaze was piercing, “And I’ll never let her leave. I don’t want her to leave. Now I’m letting her out into the yard only because I’m answering these questions ǝɯ ɹɐǝɥ oʇ ɹǝɥ ʇuɐʍ ʇ,uop I puɐ, otherwise I wouldn’t let her out.”
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
“No one I’ve ever known is like this,” he thought for a moment, “Nothing I experienced in life taught me this… mindset. I think just looking for companionship and finding it in her was enough to bring out this side of me…I can’t really explain it.”
He leaned back, resting his back against the couch mattress. Lifting his gaze upward, he said.
“I just know I love her.”
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
“When Y/N cries, it makes me want to hug her tight and kiss the tears away,” he put his hand on his chin, “When she screams, it makes me want to lock her up until she realizes that’s wrong.”
He sighed, thinking it best not to be upset about the times she yelled at him.
“Um…when she locks herself up or pulls away from me, it makes me want to spy on her,” he said in realization that that’s what he wants to do, “So I could know why without asking her.”
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
“Uh…classic what?” he asks, confused by the term.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he indicates after a few seconds of thought, “But I hope I’m…different.”
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
“None, of course,” he indicated seriously, “No matter what she says or does.”
He hummed, his voice deep and thoughtful.
“I think the only thing she might take advantage of is when…I get careless,” he confessed, “There are times when I have things to attend to and, well, I leave her alone for a few moments. Ugh, we’ve had a few…incidentsalready. I don’t blame her, but rather myself for not seeing it coming.”
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
“I don’t want her to suffer,” he objected, “But there are times when, as I mentioned before, sheforcesmyhand and what else can I do?”
His fingers began to rhythmically tap his right leg.
“I don’t want her to hate me,” her voice sounded so sincere, “She’s incomparable, it’s just that sometimes it’s too much for both of us and-”
He inhaled again, releasing the air as slowly as he could.
“I don’t want to ground her, but sometimes I have to.”
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
“She’s delicate,” he expresses, “Weak, if you will.”
He places both hands together in his lap, cocking his head to one side.
“Obviously all my worship centers on her as if she were a divine being, and regardless of her not being divine to the universe,” he pauses, “Y/N is divine to me.”
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
“Boy, was that a good question,” he laughs a little, “I have, uh, rather we have a lot of time to ourselves. So I’ll try to be as patient with her as possible, after all, she must feel comfortable with me.”
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
“Heavens, no!” he almost got up from the couch, “Never! I don’t even want to think about it!”
He stood up nonetheless, pacing the room.
“If she stops being her, oh…” he brought both hands to his face, “I don’t want to lose her, that’s why I’m as gentle as I can be. She is such a delicate being, physically and mentally. Why would anyone destroy the essence of the one they adore?”
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.”
Reve is a dream demon who prefers to be far from the underworld. He roams the land of the living in search of hosts. He feeds on the fear he spreads in dreams. But that is not enough to satisfy his hunger. He inflicts bad dreams on those he stalks, but youare something else. He believes he has finally found an eternal home.
- How You Met Him
♡ Usually, the guests he takes are easy to frighten. Their dreads are oh so delightful. One or two nights are enough.
♡ You were like any other host. The first night was different, though. Yes, he induced a nightmare, but your fear…it was bitter. It was no pleasure for him. However, that didn’t stop him.
♡ Day after day, your screams and cries did not provide the results he wanted. That was frustrating. What was wrong with you?
♡ In the second week, which by the way is already a longer period of time for him, you did something unexpected. You did not sleep. You did not reach REM state, you did not dream.
♡ That intrigued him. Now you have his undivided attention.
♡ He didn’t know how you did it, but it was a matter of waiting. He’ll get you. No one lasts long without sleep. Let alone you.
♡And when you finally arrived, you didn’t look very happy to be here. Perfect. Maybe you just needed time. Yet…that night wasn’t sweet either. All day long, he thought of ways to get what he needed, he won’t give up so easily.
♡The next night, he thought of a new strategy. If your fear is sour, what about your happiness? Change the perspective a little. Maybe if he made you feel comfortable, safe, and happy…he could take advantage of that.
♡ The moment you had fallen asleep, he initiated his plan. Boy, did it work, maybe it worked too well…so well that now he doesn’t want you to leave.
♡ Time passed quickly, night after night. He couldn’t help but feel unhappy every time you left. He realized that he loves being with you, doing things with you, being the only one who has you. Unfortunately… you found out something you shouldn’t, but it’s not your fault, he let you wander around alone…
Salem is a young man who possesses the art of modern magic. He is a born caster, originating from a family of sorcerers. Being the second born, he has an older sister and a younger sister. He lives with his extended family, in a magical house that is molded to their needs. They all work in a secret business, in which they take advantage of their abilities and offer their occultist services to those who seek them. His world, although surrounded by magic, has no color. It’s boring, no one understands him. That is until youcome along. You are not his first girlfriend, but you will be his wife.
- How You Met Him
♡ The first time he saw you, he couldn’t help but be curious about you. And he could tell that you liked him from the first moment you met him.
♡By asking you out on dates, he realizes that you really are someone who is genuinely welcoming. You’re someone who listens, even when you don’t understand what’s going on.
♡ Consulting his sister Larissa’s fortune-telling cards, the future that awaits you both looks bright. But his sister warns him that if he hastens the course of destiny, everything will fall apart. As if she has any idea who you are or what you look like.
♡We are all fools in love. It’s really the phrase that describes it all.
♡ He tries to win your affection as soon as possible, so he can then have you all to himself. But you’re a little shy to walk down the love lane, aren’t you sweetheart? Don’t worry, he has the solution.
♡He uses his skills to fashion talismans. These talismans will…help you fall deeply in love with him. Of all kinds: necklaces, necklaces, rings, hair clips, earrings. The one you wear the most is his rose quartz necklace.
♡The first few times you felt dizzy, but he told you it was nothing. He would explain that you probably weren’t drinking enough water or something like that. You believed him…not by willful choice.
♡ Every time he returned home, he would tell his sisters how he spent the day with you. They believed it was really all fake, given his previous relationships.
♡ That was until his mother found out about you, she then had a talk with Salem. He then explained everything to her, including…the gifts. She seemed glad that finally, after several failed relationships, her son listened to her advice on using his magic to his advantage.
I want to give you flowers, I want to spend hours writing letters for you and send you paragraphs on how important you are to me.. I really need you..I know I tell you that you mean so much to me a lot but do you really understand that I mean it? Do you know to what degree I care about you? Can you imagine what I mean when I say I would doanything for you? Youre always so sweet to me.. Do I truly deserve you? Heh.. Even if I dont.. I wont let you go now. I will never let you leave. Its not like youd ever want to leave me in the first place, right?<3
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