(Tw: Tarn being creepy, stalking, obsessive behavior)
He met _ in the city. Very briefly, Tarn had taken his mask off to clean it when he saw them from the alleyway he was lurking in after a mission. It was like his world changed when he saw their wonderful smile. All of a sudden his world was filled with colours he had never seen before, bright and beautiful. That was the beginning of Tarn’s obsession.
At first he had kept it to simply having Kaon track them down. It didn’t take too long for a file to be dropped on Tarn’s desk labelled “_.” In the following days he found himself looking at the file more and more until he realized he needed to keep this little… quirk under control.
It was nothing at first. Slowly but surely, Tarn gathered photos of _’s house from a distance. He was always careful to not be seen. It certainly wouldn’t do him any good to be caught this early on. But as the pictures kept arriving, Tarn started getting bolder. More photos, this time taken by drones gave him a clearer view of the inside of _’s house. There was even an occasion where the drone had gotten a blurry picture of _ as they left for work.
Tarn’s blood boiled when he thought of _ being at work, surrounded by simpletons and philistines. He didn’t exactly know why either. He hated the very thought of them having to go to work to make a living. As much as he didn’t understand why he felt that way however, he wasn’t ready to let this quirk go.
In the next few days, he personally stalked _’s neighborhood at night. Nothing too overt, he would remind himself. He just needed to figure out one big thing. Why? Why did his heart race when he saw pictures of _. Why did his days feel so gloomy without them? And why was it that he felt so awful without them by his side?
Every time he saw them while he was on one of his outings, it was like all his worries went away. The same feeling from the first time he had met them would come back even stronger. Tarn felt alive. It was like the feeling after a good hunt, that same addicting rush of pure adrenaline coursing through him that made him know. It made him know he had to have them. After all, he would tell himself, isn’t it natural to want to be with the one you love?
But Tarn had yet to decide how to gain _’s affections. He hadn’t even talked to them yet, so he had carefully think out his next move. It would make sense to observe them more before I meet them. I do want to make the best possible first impression when I do finally meet them.
Tarn decided to put a camera in _’s house, one he could check on them remotely. He also had Kaon track their internet history and plant bugs in their house. Some might call it overkill, but it really was the only way for him. Failure was not an option when it came to _. The very idea that he might fail this life or death mission made Tarn’s heart grow heavy. But _ would always be there to lighten his mood.
All it would take was a single smile or laugh for Tarn to be up on cloud 9. It was a high he could get nowhere else, but he didn’t realize how effective it was until Nickel commented on how much more relaxed he had been lately. Clearly it was time to make the first move.
A room was prepared for _. It was once one of the guest suites, but a few modifications had been made to ensure their safety. A few finishing touches, and it was perfect. They would never have a reason to leave.
Summary:Sappy and hopelessly romantic, the part time art student, part time grocery bagger, and full time fantasy creator Steve Rogers lives in his head, with you as his muse. Making puzzles out of your groceries, and portraits of your every curve and edge, he fears and craves every interaction, while living with you as a lover in his mind.
A/N: Well. I have struggled with motivation for the longest. Something hit me though, and by something I mean other supportive writers and great friends. Hugest shoutout to @threeminutesoflife for being a darling and @imanuglywombat for making TWO beautiful mood boards I stare at more than Steve stares at the Peggy compass.
Warnings: creepy, obsessive Steve. ideation of creepy thoughts. food focused talk. mention of overeating. dub-con concepts. two mentions of alcohol consumption.
New blog, new me! I’ll take this moment to say I’m taking requests, and I love feedback even more than Steve loves you! hope you enjoy
• A stand that allows the souls of people, dead or alive to stay within it
• Only the soul can enter the mansion, the body is left outside where the person originally was
• The mansion is almost untraceable and can only be accessed through the host’s will or by forcing them to open the mansion’s gates. In a way, it sort of exists within a pocket dimension, completely untraceable and makes a great refuge for a desperate person.
• Every soul that enters is recorded in the stand
• A soul cannot enter the mansion if it is ‘unwilling’
• While in the mansion, the souls can eat and drink to nourish their body if their body is still alive
• However, the food available in the mansion depends on what the host has brought back to stock up in the mansion’s kitchen
• If saved within 2 seconds, a dying person’s soul can be retrieved and preserved within the mansion, though the body will rot and the soul will ascend immediately if it exits the mansion’s gates
• Each room each soul inhabits depends on the soul itself
The stand in a way, can be seen as a medium between the living and dead world
• The host also has the power to force any “guests’” soul out of the mansion, but cannot force them to stay
• Only the host can physically travel in and out of the stand.
Now imagine this, a Darling with this stand, who has no choice but to play a survival game as they are trapped in their own stand and has to ration food, because the moment they leave, they’ll still be in the yandere’s place anyways..
A/N: I accidentally deleted the ask for this, but thankfully I screenshotted it while I was answering it. To the anon, I wasn’t sure if you wanted a headcanon or a general scenario, but I went with headcanon style anyway, since I wanted to try it out. Thanks for sending in the ask, hope you like it!
Possessive and Overprotective yandere
The moment he fell for you, you immediately became part of his ‘family’, and family is meant to protect each other, right?
If he’s the dad/mum of the group, you’re his wife
Unfortunately, you probably wouldn’t even realise that you’ve held that title until it’s brought up by the rest of the members.
Won’t tolerate it when other people threaten you, they’ll be dead as soon as they even breathe wrongly around you
Fortunately, he’s not one to snap so quickly
That is, until his you do something he sees as a ‘betrayal’,like running away. After all, he’s been so good to you, why would you ever want to leave?
Would definitely kidnap you, under the claim of ‘protecting’ you
If you try to escape one too many times, he’s not against using Sticky Fingers to keep your legs and arms unzipped from your torso
Not to mention, he’d be outraged
“Are you trying to tearour family apart, Y/N?! Such a betrayal as this, my heart is hurt,”
Overall, relatively calm yandere…if you ignore the chains and his tight grip on your shoulder every now and then
He just wants the best for you, and why can’t you see that?
“The world’s a dangerous place, Y/N… if you go out, you’ll only be hurt.”
She’s stunning, draped in the finest robes, accentuating every curve. Hair a curly mess that demands you to play with, ever so kissable lips, and eyes that burn into you. She truly is beautiful… and ripped?
It’s little known of the Goddess’s origins, but what is known she first met her brothers and sisters when her cult took shore in Greece. Too bad that, at the time, she was a godess of beauty, love, motherhood, and… war.
After all, love is war, and what’s war without captives?
She’s kind and sweet. Allowing you to get away with murder, so to speak. But as time continues, her patience wares thin. No longer allowing her beloved to struggle, the wrath of Aphrodite is used frequently.
“Come here, Love.” She waits barely a minute before lashing out. “I said come you petulant child. I have half the mind to send you hurtling down this forsaken mountain.” When you rush into her arms it takes but a moment for her to revert back to cooing and petting your hair.
When she must act in any official capacity, she always has you squarely in her lap. She doesn’t care that your arms covered in burns and bruises, or how you shake like a leaf, she lives to sho you off.
While she’s busy, she usually has her estranged husband take care of you. Hephaestus seems to not mind your presence, or how the goddess dotes on you. He just likes to see his wife happy.
You’ll beg him to free you, and he’ll just continue to work in his forge as he hammers another lightning bolt. His smile is ever present and he seems to be so smitten with Aphrodite, that he’ll watch his wife’s pet.
Just, don’t insult her. He wont kill you, but you’d be wishing for death by the time he is done with you.
Pulling finger nails, pulling and replacing teeth, sticking various body parts into the burning forge all common punishments.
Aphrodite only tuts when she sees the state of you. “Been a bad girl for Hephy, now?” She smiles, picking you up and waving goodbye to her husband. All while whispering “He might of gotten his revenge, but I can’t have you shitting on my image. You reflect me, and I will not allow some mortal scum ruin me, no matter how adorable. Expect this to continue when we get home”
Widowmaker could be described as patient by those who do not know her personally. She’s a sniper. She can lay for hours muzzle aimed at one spot. Amber-gold eyes never glazing over, mind never wondering, and a chambered round that is guaranteed to hit its mark. Yet, this is not Widowmaker’s true patience. The blue skinned woman demands that orders are followed without hesitation. When things don’t go her way on her time, she’s, at best, a bit testy.
When you… “move in”, she upholds her expectations. The second you hear her call out “Mon chouchou, come” you better be moving the second she starts the command. She’s not a woman to keep waiting, and the shackles around your ankles do not allow for speed. But those first few days you had to learn this the hard way.
You have no idea how long you’ve been in captivity, but it feels like its been a month since you where first trapped in the woman’s basement. After the days of crying, anger, and fear, you’ve gotten use to her. Now, you still shutter with each of her touches and you would leave first chance you get. But, no longer is every second filled with worry and anxiety. You were doing your daily chore, sweeping the hard. wood floors of the mansion. Your shackles jingling with every shift of your weight. Sweeping the dust and dirt into a small pile, you get ready to sweep the grime into a dustpan when Mistress, as she demands you call her, beckons you from her office. You sweep up and throw away the pile before jingle-jangling to her office. Walking in, you put on your best smile.
“Yes, Mistress?” She doesn’t look up from her paperwork.
“Since when does a pile of dirt take precedence over me?” Her eyes slowly shift her gaze to you at the door
“E-excuse me?”
“When I call you what do I expect?”
“My immediate attention.” She slowly rises from her desk.
“So, no excuse for taking your time with the dust pan.” She moves her eyes to the shine of a camera lens that you could’ve sworn wasn’t there seconds ago.
“I-I…” You take a step back in confusion due to her over reaction. The more relaxed atmosphere ruined by a spike of adrenaline.
“That’s what I thought,” her eyes return to yours, “I think some more time downstairs should mend this… lapse in judgement.” The basement wasn’t just sitting in the dark. The woman, whose name you don’t even know, would ever so often slink into the concrete shelter. The lights remaining off, she would jolt you with pure fear, by raking her manicured hand down you bare back, blood beading on the wound. Or she would feel the crunch of your skull between her fist and the concrete floor. And the most unsettling of all, she would hold you. Soft touches and feathery kisses litter your skin while she tells you how all your friends and family despises you and how their life has only improved. She would include details that places just enough doubt in your mind to sew the seeds of manipulation. At hearing that she wished for your return to that hell, you panick.
“P-please Mistress. I’ll do anything. I’ll get those tattoos you where talking about. Anything you want. It’s your‐” Mistress shushes you, beginning to move forward.
“Mon biquet, what gave you the idea that you have any say in these matters. I already have what I want, and if any new desires form, I will take as I wish,” she gives you a smile. She’s standing directly in front of your frozen form. Ever so gently, she grabs the collar around your neck, dragging you toward the basement. You kick, and struggle, and keep up. Tears stream down your face as you continue to beg.
“Please. Please, no. Anything but this.” She reaches the door, and pushes you in. A push that is hard enough to push you into the room and down the stairs. Your body slamming into the creaky wooden steps. Eventually, you roll to a stop at the bottom of the steps. And the woman makes her way down to you.
“I hope you learn your lesson this time. You’re at my beck and call. You are mine. Don’t forget.”
It wasn’t everyday when a hero meets their match. A nemesis of sorts. Often, it’s the pick pockets and thieves that occupy a hero’s time, even those within the top ten. So when you made your entrance into the public eye, the masses demanded a public rivalry.
You’re smart, retreating once you’ve bit off more than you can chew. You’re rich, able to fund your… projects. You’re self made, a couple of years running a gang usually does that. And you are powerful, able to teleport short distances leaving a square of fire. In short, you’re considered untouchable for most heroes. Literally.
Handling hero with logic and confidence, you’ve been able to evade capture and their grasp. Making a dazzling escape the second someone who has a chance to ruin your reputation enters the scene. A reputation that has grown quite a big fan base.
So after months of appearances, and no hero coming close to laying a finger on you, when you first come face to face with this “Creati” it makes head lines.
You’re busy helping your goons, as a good leader does, a new voice pricks at your ears. Dropping the sack of cash, you greet the hero.
“Why hello there~” a grin spreads across your face as the woman stands before you. The henchmen around you slowly take notice. Throwing their sacks of cash onto the truck and begin to surround their boss.
“[Villain Name], you are being placed under arrest. Do not attempt to escape.” Her face is serious.
“Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it.” Your henchmen start to advance on the hero. Closing in. That is until a fiery blast reigns down on to them. A fellow hero has come in for the assist. Shoto stands on the roof of a nearby building. Allowing his coworker, to rush you. She nears you, before you could realize exactly what is happening.
She leaps, crashing into you. Both of you tumble to the ground rolling one over the other. The grapple slows to a stop, you landing on top.
“Impressive.” You smirk. Eyes glancing a the helicopter circling over head. Of course they caught that, at least you came out on top. The hero beneath you struggling to flip you eventually gets the upper hand. Rolling you onto the ground, she smiles.
“You haven’t seen the half of it.” You sling your arms around her neck. Pulling her down, you whisper in her ear.
“And I would love to see more.” It’s a risky move, but it worked. Creati turns beet red. Her pin loosens, allowing you to place your feet on her stomach and kick. You give her a wink as you disappear into the the flames of your quirk.
—
The news exploded. And a very close working relationship began. You the flirty villain that would cause, just enough chaos to draw out your hero “crush”.
You could care less about Creati. She was a popular hero and quite the looker, you’ll give her that, but your feeling are purely professional. Anything to keep your name in the news.
So when you’re out shopping for dinner, the last thing you expected a oddly familiar woman to stick a taser into your side.
You wake up in a plush, windowless room. You sit up, chains jingling, and scan the room. Then, you try to get out of the chains. Instead of the flash of fiery escape, a puff of smoke and you remain captured. The only effect is that you set off the fire extinguishers. Next thing you know, the familiar woman rushes in.
“Are you ok in here baby?” You pull and yank and struggle against the chains. And she takes pity, ignoring the water, “It’s only a bit of water honey.” She tries to comfort you, petting your hair and murmurs sweet nothings. You eventually take notice of what seems so familiar.
“… Creati?”
“We have no need for that name here, my love.” She holds you, water spraying down, and confusion clouding your mind. It’s the end of [Villain Name] and the beginning of Momo’s darling.
Just to get the ball rolling. The decision involves multiple number generators and picking my favorite. Also this is a weird mess of head cannon and story. I’m too tired to write a story and too inspired to write headcanon. I tried.
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Years spent in the hazy realm of The Entity, has cracked an already broken mind.
She’s merciless and fast with the little pests that scramble from her. In fact, she’s almost bored when it comes to these hunts.
You, on the other hand, are mortified. The other survivors keep saying each night gets easier and easier. But there’s nothing easy about watching murder after murder each night.
It would be your fourth round once you face up against the huntress.
Fog rolls in, thicker than pea soup, and dread, thick and heavy, sets in your throat. You haven’t talked much since your first night. Covered in gasoline and blood, you didn’t cry. You just sat there staring into the distance.
Eventually, the fog lets up. Placing you in the arena. Quickly, you hide. Still so new to this sick game that you usually freeze when confronted, you’ve found yourself more helpful sitting in a closet.
The pitter patter of the nearby motor begins to chew away at you through the night. Occasionally, it is cut by the scream of your fellow survivors. It begins to drive you mad.
You leave your hidy-hole to escape the the sound when you run face first into a set of abs. Your heart stops. There in front of you is the night’s killer. The Huntress.
She, expressionless, moves a hand toward you. That is until, A peice of broken pallet slams into her shoulder. Another survivor has come to aid. He is a grizzled man who you have never talked to, since both of you are few of words.
“Get the FUc-” he’s cut off by The Huntress’s strong hand grabbing his throat. She lifts him off the ground effortlessly. And starts to murmur something threatening and unintelligible.
You sit there, this woman towering over you, and freeze, as always. Then, the man looks down at you. His eyes pleading. Even if you know you will come back, death remains an innate human fear.
Then, your body moves on its own. Standing up, you raise your arm and crack the Huntres across the face. Hurting your hand on her mask more than actually hurting her, she falters out of surprise, dropping the man who scrambles away. Her focus is solely on you. Eyes peering through her mask and burning holes into you.
Next thing you know, you’re warm, and unaware of the chain around your ankle. Something you haven’t felt in a long time. And the smell of something frying fills your nose. Your stomach growls. And you hear a dry chuckle come from only a copy feet away. Then, last night comes rushing back.
Opening your eyes, you see a cabin, furs and mounted animal heads cover the walls. A fire crackles with skillets of food placed a top. And there she is. Mask off, and sitting in a rocking chair. She seems almost peaceful as she watches ther fire lap at what smells like breakfast.
Looking over at you, she quickly gets up and preps a plate. She carries it over to you, and, in the sweetest most loving voice said
“Съедать” After your confused, and scared, stare at her, she kindly sighs. Stabbing a piece of sausage with a fork, she presses it to your lips.
And this is how your days, well nights, are spent. Chained to a bed, being coddled by the ruthless Huntress. She’s often sitting in her rocking chair, sneaking glances at her pretty little captive. You have no idea what she wants, or what she is saying, but you di know to pay attention to the woman who sits before you.
The name’s Spook. And I’ll write almost anything. I can’t promise speed, and I ain’t a professional, but I got a couple honor’s English classes under my belt. Now, I would like to think of myself as chill, but I am well aware what y'all are capable of, so here are some ground rules.
Rules:
1. You can always ask me a question/submit posts, but I do work full time so not gonna be always writing.
2. Please be courteous. I can be a real asshole too, but I’m choosing to treat y'all with respect. It’s been hammered into me at this point.
3. I decide what I will and will not do. I’ll try what I can, but if I draw a blank, or just don’t like it. I reserve my right to treated with what ever responce, or lack of one, I wish. Dont spam me.
4. As a lesbian, I’ll favor what I know. I’ll write male readers/oc’s but I really cannot do anything in depth in the citrus scale. Sorry.
5. Oc’s I’ll do em but your gonna have to give me a LOT. Like way too much. I know you have a desire to see your creation interact with blank character, but I’m not you. I dont know who they are and I cannot research without your help. If you want, send me a message along side your request. I’m more likely to pick it up if I can understand them.
Rather than list what I will do, I’ll list what I won’t.
100% No Goes:
1. Piss/Scat
2. Minors, unless it is platonic
3. That’s about it but if I find something, I’ll update.
Aaaaaand here’s what I know how to write for. I’ll write any character, but these will probably hit closer to home than just a rando.
What I Know:
Overwatch
Dead By Daylight
My Hero Academia
Killing Eve
Greek Mythology
Norse Mythology
She-ra and the Princesses of Power
But yeah, if you just wanna say hi, chat me up, put in a request, or rant, I’m right here in my corner of the Internet.
yandere!pomefiore + reader with a vision(genshin impact)
vision - dendro
oh? well, vilsupposes it’s not a bad thing, per se. it’s definitely helpful when he needs something grown quickly. and it means he has to worry less about his fans harassing you, especially since you can summon a wall of thorns to your aid. as long as you’re willing to look pretty and smile for the camera for the time being, he’s willing to let you keep your little trinket.
ohohohoho?~ this intrigues rook, and makes the hunt all the more interesting. not that you’ll win the game of cat and mouse, little dove.
epel does not care. that vision? it’s just part of you and he accepts it at this point. he actually compliments it quite often, and likes holding it. almost like it’s therapeutic for him after a long day dealing with vil’s nagging and rook being… well, rook.
kalim can’t help but be excited by this! after all, having wind powers is so cool! and it makes less work for jamil, too! now he only has to worry about defending kalim if worse comes to worst. he likes to show it off and buys new accessories for you to attach your vision to all the time. though… some are more creepy than others.
jamil doesn’t care either way. in a way, it makes his job easier, though he wishes you’d rely on him. less than kalim does, but he wants to be seen as a reliable person in your eyes. sometimes you end up misplacing your vision and there jamil is, when you’re at your wit’s end, with a smile and your vision in hand.
yandere!octatrio + reader with a vision(genshin impact)
vision - cryo
azul wants your vision. he hates that it gives you power over him. but he can’t do anything, especially when you’re smart enough to find ways around accepting his contracts.
ehhhh? koebi-chan has whaaaat now? well, floyd’s even more interested now. it just makes it easier to tease you, especially since the little shrimpy is so introverted~ he doesn’t mind getting frozen by you, since he can just break out of the ice, either way. that’ll cost you a squeeze or two though~
jade isn’t worried about it. after all, you’ve no reason to use it against a gentleman like himself. and if you do, you’re in for quite a surprise.
yandere!savanaclaw + reader with a vision(genshin impact)
vision - geo
well,leona is intrigued, that’s for sure. he doesn’t say anything, just eyes it carefully when around you. or he asks if you can make a rock hideaway for the both of you to nap in. he’s not going to bother taking it, as he thinks it would be a waste of time and effort.
ruggie, however, is interested in its value. after all, it manages to give a magicless human the ability to control something. too bad every time he nicks it, it ends right back on your belt. and it gives him a more difficult time trying to get what he wants. when will he finally catch a break?
frankly?jack thinks it’s cool you have a way to protect yourself. it doesn’t mean he’ll start slacking anytime soon, it just means you’re on more an even playing field than anyone would like to admit.
