"Now Tell Me What I Want To Hear Princess~"

I was procrastinating before getting to work and apparently I made a yandere OC like 2 years ago. Wtf I must have been sleep deprived cuz I dont remember doing it.

MY GURL BE SAFE PLSS

Max is a walking Red flag and I wont stand by if he ever hurts Madeline

TWST Incorrect quotes#442 Shippers

Lilia/Ortho: Malleus/Big Brother is getting married!*Kicking their bedroom door open*

Yuu: O-Oh That's gre-*Sadden look*

Lilia/Ortho:*slamming wedding papers on the table*It's you, sign here

Lilia & Ortho The Biggest Malleyuu/Iduu Shippers

My Ship name for Idia-Yuu...is...Iduu...sounds like "I do"...SOUNDS LIKE A DAMN WEDDING CONFIRMATION-

I wanna know if Im alone in this lmao

Yandere Azul Ashengrotto

(Scenarios and a drabble under picture)

From the game we know that Azul is highly insecure over his octopus form to a very high level due to the bullying he recievef when he was younger.

I envision his as a yandere for a darling that is perhaps enamoured by his form and is treats him as a friend rather than a freak.

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Some scenarios to keep you at night

Darling could be a human who lives near the shore in a cabin and regularly goes to the sea to investigate the marine wildlife for university. Little does she know that she becomes the object of an octopus interest.

Maybe Azul met his darling on land in his human form in the Mostro Lounge or perhaps simply at a library or hallway. Darling could present a nice addition the the lounge as an employee so he decides to recruit her by any means possible. Trying to persuade them or bribe them into joining him, he develops some sort of friendship and he ends up crushing hard on his cute human. One thing leads to another as they hangout and his transformation spell becomes undone, freaking out the poor octopus. Rather than being horrified or berating him for being an octo-twerp, little darling is amazed and immediately starts fangirling over how cool he looks. Flabbergasted Azul is rendered speechless and his little crush blooms into an abomination of obsession.

Or maybe darling is just a little mermaid like him from back then who defended him. This shy little darling who is normally very quiet and observant suddenly stands up between the bullies and the victim and raises their voice to tell them off, shocking everyone. Only to then get filled with anxiety by their lack of response, grabbing the young Azul's hand and swimmi ng away as fast as possible. The young boy is rendered speechless by his saviour but is grateful nonetheless. Both nerds end up becoming friends and the pressure of impressing his newly formed crush fuels Azul to strive for a better version of himself that even he would be proud of. Once the Leech twins are introduced, they join the friend group which delights both darling and Azul. However, the latter grows a bit more possesive of darling as time passes due to what in his eyes is "competition". In the next few years tragedy strikes when it is known that little darling moves to land, leaving the little octopus sobbing uncontrollably in the pits of despair. He blames himself due to his inability to keep his darling and constantly berates his past self as the years pass. Once in NCR, the young students sees a familiar face in the crowd. His knees shake as his jaw drops. Hot tears try to crawl up his eyes but he stops himself before causing a scene on the middle of the hallway. Little darling was walking across the hallway, looking as lost as a dove. In that moment, Azul vows to keep her at her side no matter the cost. He wont fail her again now that he is given a second chance and he will most definitely claim her as the little darling she is.

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(Little drabble)

It was in the middle of the night when you woke up. The air was damp and humid and you knew you wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. You curse out a few profanities as you try to get up and go wash your face. Once you reach the bathroom, the light blinds you a bit. You hiss at the intrusion of light but grow accustomed. You turn your head towards the window. The pale moon was shinning like a golden bead in the starry sky behind the occasional clouds.

'A midnight stroll would be nice, maybe I can even go swim for a bit and see Azul'

Azul was a boy you met a few months ago during one of your researchs. He was an odd man indeed. He both came out as charming and manipulating at the same time. He would often observe me whilst you were taking my notes or laugh at your abhorrent swimming skills. Sure, you sucked at it, but it was fun to do so, even more fun with him. Swimming was never your thing and it was remarked painfully due to his amazing talent for swimming. But who can blame you? You weren't half octopus like he was. His sheer existence both amazes and entrances you but you would never tell him that.

You put on a black swimsuit and a shirt on top, grab your trusty lamp and make your way out of the cabin. You hum as you stroll around the sand and climb some rock to go to your normal meeting place. There is a small sense of dread at the back of your mind but you push it away, flicking the thought away as if it were just some silly paranoia of yours.

Once you reach then end on the familiar rock, you call out his name softly.

'This is a bit ridiculous, he wont really come; wenever planned on meeting up today'

You cross your legs and close your eyes, letting the sound of crashing waves flood your senses. Your fingers glaze over some shells you placed the day before. You began to ponder on what you were actually doing there. How you were losing your time and how fucked your sleeping schedule was. You continue trying to tame the swarm of thoughts until you hear a familiar voice.

"I never expected you to call me at this time of night"

You open your eyes to meet his electric blue ones. You smile soflty and tell him you couldnt really sleep all that much. How you couldn't really go back to sleep, so you decided to go on a stroll.

"Im so glad you're here right now, I didn't think you'd feel the same as I do"

You loom at him confused, what was he talking about? Maybe you heard wrong. Yeah that must be it. You gaslight yourself into believing that didnt just happen. You change topics quickly and suggest to go out on a swim. He shuffles around a bit. He plops his head back into the sea with a small excuse and is back soon enough. You take off your shirt and lean closer to the edge. That sense of dread comes back and you begin to second guess yourself.

'Maybe this is a bad idea, what if I catch a cold or get lost??'

You voice your concerns over to the young octopus hut he shakes them off and reassures you that he will have a tight grip on you with one of his tentacles, which helps you calm your nerves a bit. You extend your arm out to the bast sea. Azul does the same. You both extend your arms little by little. You were just about to hold hands when he jerked his clawed hand to your wrist.

Confused, you take a quick glance at his face and regret it almost instantly. He looked sick and twisted. His eyebrows were raised and his cheeks where flushed deeply. His mouth was contorted into a wide grin that had a bit of drool down the side of the mouth. But his eyes were the ones that scared you the most. His electric blue eyes were dilated and full of pleasure. They were gleaming with something unsettling. His face screamed one thing.

Obssesion.

He yanked your body towards him and you immediately went down crashing into to vast ocean. You closed your eyes on impact but felt how cold the ocean was immediately. This was heightened as thick tentacles entangled themselves around your body. You open your eyes to see your captor. It stings. But his sickening expression unnerves you. As you struggle against his grip,he takes out a little bottle from his other hand. He tips the vial into his lips and pours into his mouth. He grabs your jaw softly before crashing his lips towards yours. You struggle even harder with a newfound energy which is soon depleted due to how much you craved oxygen. You finally part your lips and the liquid is transferred to you. It was thick and as it went down your throat it stung. Your vision slowly darkens as his grip only tightens. The last thing you see was that lovesick expression contort even more as his grip on you tightens.

"Finally mine, all mine and only mine"

(That was long af but it was so fun omg. Tbf it is trash but meh, it has helped me think about new concepts.)

Request done

@blurryansuke590 I hope you like it ^^

I never heard of 'The vampair series' before but I tried my best

☆Minors/Ageless blogs DNI☆

Backrooms!Ghiaccio x You

TW: Depictions of Blood, Unsettling sounds & imagery

(｡T ω T｡) This one ended up taking so much more editing than the other ones and the idea I had was a little too long to fully animate so the rest of the story is under the cut! Also took so long to make Ghiaccio's voice and still have it sound right.~

Not sure whose backroom video I will do next, perhaps Formaggio or Prosciutto? I have vague ideas for them, but nothing fully formed yet...(„¬ᴗ¬„)

“You might want to sit down for this.”

He takes a smaller step back away from you, the ­air is still so freezing cold and you still eye him cautiously as stand up. He turns gesturing for you to follow him back down the stairs.

Your body shivers, it’s still so cold and ­the man before you seems wholly unaffected by it.

Once you both reach the bottom floor again, he turns into the ‘bedroom’ and you follow in. His hand fiddles with the switches turning on a light which dimly flickers, before stayi­ng on. He motions for you to sit on the bed.

The bed is firm beneath you as you sit on the edge. Your body is still tense as you watch the being before you, it’s hard to gauge him when you can’t make out the features of his face.

“My name’s Ghiaccio.” He finally decides to say first and you mumble back out your own name towards him and he nods. “I don’t know how long I’ve been here. I stopped keeping track of time a while ago.” He starts, “I was out on a drive, I didn’t have any particular direction I was heading in. I was just driving...to take my mind off things.” He paces as he talks.

“Then I wound up here, didn’t matter how far I tried to walk, didn’t matter if I drove or not. It’s just snow, woods, and occasionally little cabins like this one.” There’s a low growl of annoyance that enters his voice.“And all of them…” He spits out, “All of them are just stock full of fucking chicken parmesan. You know I used to like chicken parmesan, but it’s the only god damn fucking food to eat. I hate it. I hate it so much. Do you know how awful chicken parmesan-flavored water tastes like, it’s ass. I’d rather eat fucking drywall, and I have!” As he rants his arm suddenly pulls back and slams into the wall, creating another hole amongst the other ones.

He then looks back at you, like he’s forgotten you were even there. “Sorry...getting side-tracked… I just ­get so sick of eating t­hat shit all the time.” He brushes off the dust from his fist. “Anyways, I don’t know if this place is cursed or some shit, or if this is like Hell or whatever, but you can’t leave.” He shrugs his shoulders, “Unless you want to freeze death or get eaten.” He ends with a mirthless laugh.

“Eaten?” You question.

“Yeah, there’s….things out there. Aside from the snow and trees, I don’t know how to really describe them, but I thought you were one of them before. My eye sight’s dog shit, lost my glasses awhile ago, but they can’t speak like normal people.” He explains, and as he does you remember the red framed glasses in your pocket. You pull them out handing it towards him. “Um, are these yours then?” You ask and he takes them, squinting before rubbing the dirt off of them with the edge of his shirt before placing them on his face.

He blinks a few times before looking at you adjusting the frames on his face. “...Thanks.” He mutters out.

It gets quiet between t­he both of you. You aren’t entirely sure if you believe this man but...he seems to be living proof enough that things around here aren’t exactly right.

He seems twitchy though his foot is tapping in place and his hands fiddle with his pockets, he couldn’t sit still to save his life.

You’ll keep to his good side for now, he can clearly overpower you if given the motivation. Your arms still feel sore from the bruising grip he had on you prior. You just needed to wait for the weather to get better, or hopefully if you get signal you can call the cops.

“I get the front door was locked, but did you really need to break two windows to get in here?” He suddenly asks and you look up at him confused.

“I only broke one, the upstairs window was already broken before I got here.” You explain and his eyes widen slightly, before narrowing. “Aw shit, you stay here, something might have gotten in.” He demands and starts heading for the bedroom door. “Don’t move I’m serious.”

With that he finally leaves closing the door, although his eyes linger on you before the door shuts. You’re left alone with the hum of the ceiling light as your fingers feel along the fabric of the bed.

You bring your fingers up to your hands to blow warm air of them, you’re still so cold. It’s better being inside of the house, but it’s clear that any kind of air conditioning no longer works. The air is stale and yet still carries that scent of blood and mold throughout the air.

Which is another thing, the state of the living room, you aren’t sure if you want to ask Ghiaccio about that, or about himself. Maybe he did look more human at some point, or maybe this is just how he’s always looked, either way maybe best not to comment on it.

A loud thud from upstairs makes you flinch and you hear some curse that sounds vaguely like Ghiaccio yell out.

You know he told you to stay put but can you honestly really even trust this guy? He’s clearly lost it. A part of you feels bad, but you need to put yourself first. Then again you can’t exactly just leave the house, you’ll die out there in the snow.

Maybe if you can find the keys to the car outside though it might have some gas left in it and you can drive out of here. You have some time, Ghiaccio is distracted with, whatever he’s yelling at upstairs.

You stand from the bed, and head towards the pile of junk in the room. You searched it once before, but you can try searching through it again.

You cautiously look through the pile, with the light in the room now you can see bits and pieces of things you didn’t before. Collected scraps of comics, old water damaged books, batteries, and little trinkets. No keys though.

You look towards the door, you can still here some kind of scuffle going on upstairs.

You carefully step out from the room peeking around to make sure the man’s not around before you close the door behind you and making your way to the living room. It’s hard not to gag when the smell hits you again. The way the crusted carpet crinkles when you step on it makes you cringe, but you continue forward.

The front door outside is still open from when Ghiaccio came running after you and you can see now the sun has fully set leaving only a dark frozen forest that fades into nothing. The static flickering light of TV the only source of light.

The cold breeze hits your face and makes you shiver, before you close the door and after thinking about it, you lock it as well.

Almost like some sense of morbid curiosity takes over you, you peek through one of the blinds to look outside again. You can’t really see anything though, it’s like nothing else exists, beyond the house aside from the snow.

You grab your phone from your back pocket.

Still no signal, not even any 4g, wifi, nothing. Calling 911 goes straight to static. You turn it off and pocket it again.

You back away from the window and move away from the living room, anything to get away from that smell, and head back to the kitchen.

You decide you might as well do what you can and fix up the window, you don’t need the cold seeping into this place.

Picking up the duct tape you dropped earlier, you grab one end of the car tarp shaking away the glass to the floor as you lean over to cover up the damage you’ve done.

Just as you get one part of car tarp secured to the edge of the window there’s a crash you hear upstairs, before you watch something be violently thrown from above the cabin and into the snow outside. The commotion making you jump and drop the duct tape.

The humanoid form twitches and you squint your eyes.

“Holy shit...G-ghiaccio? Ghiaccio? Are you okay?” You call out waiting for a reply.

The form shakily gets up, and you can see the whites of the eyes looking back up at you, but he doesn’t make a sound.

“Ghiaccio?” You try again, squinting your eyes as you try to get a better look at him.

Something snaps, and the being- the thing rushes forward on all fours, kicking up snow as it lunges it self through the window and you scream as you’re knocked to the ground.

Teeth gnash, and glass from the ground pricks your back as you struggle with whatever this horrible thing is. Your legs come up to try and kick it off of you, as it’s mouth gets around your forearm gnawing through clothes, skin, and flesh.

You cry, your hand scrambles for the wrench in your pocket. The rust scrapes against your palm as you death grip it and bring it up before using as much force as you can to bring the tool down on the ‘head’ of the creature.

It grunts and cries out between your arm in it’s maw as you try to make it release you, but it’s teeth only dig deeper trying to get a better grip on you.

The creature is suddenly thrown off of you and you push yourself away with you legs and you clutch your fingers around your injured arm to help staunch the flow of blood.

The air turns fridge cold as Ghiaccio lifts the creature up over and over bashing the head in against the counter top, until frost seems to over take it’s face and it shatters, finally going limp.

The sound of his heavy breathing, your ragged sobs, and the wind howling in from the broken window as your eyes stay wide and panicked looking at what’s left of the thing. “I thought I fucking told you to stay put.” Ghiaccio growls out as his eyes narrow down at you.

You meet his eyes looking up at him, sucking in fast breathes of cold air.

“I, I, ” You start, your lower lip trembles.“I didn’t believe you, I-I thought you were crazy, but…” You swallow thickly, sniffling down the snot and tears so you can speak. “Oh God, Oh God, I’m really stuck here aren’t I?” You ask looking from him down towards the tile of the kitchen floor, pieces of glass and your blood staining it now. “There’s nothing else out there except….” You mumble out.

Nothing but snow and woods. You were just wandering out there a few hours ago. You’re lucky one of these things didn’t attack you then, you didn’t stand a chance on your own.

And no wonder your phone doesn’t have signal, there’s nothing out there. No roads, no city lights, and your family. Your family isn’t out there, you’re alone.

“I was going to, I was going to see them…” You mutter out your hand coming up to wipe the tears from your face.

“Who?” Ghiaccio asks lowly, some of the anger is gone from his voice.

“My family...I was traveling, to see them and…” You trail off before looking back up at him,“I’m sorry.” You whisper.

“Just listen next time alight?” He says holding a hand out to help you up. “First person I’ve seen in probably years and you almost fucking die first day. Jesus Christ.” You take his hand, grunting as you do, a few small pieces of glass have dug into your back. “I’m sorry.” You whisper out again and he just shakes his head slightly, sighing. Although he doesn’t let go of your hand after he helps you up.

“It’s fine, come on. Let’s get you fixed up.”

As he guides you to the bathroom to clean your arm, he doesn’t let go of you for a moment.

Handholding for first time

James is @hotpinkmoon 's OC from Bloodlust devotion

(Sweet but short comic of Eve and James)

They where taking a stroll around town when the quite shy and anxious Eve took a leap of faith and held James' hand, not taking much notice of the unhealthy possessiveness that had just spiked in James' heart.

There are small numbers with the order of the pannels^^ sorry if its a bit confusing!

After this post I will get to the requests dw^^

Hey There! Yandere Wally x Reader from our world please?

First Welcome Home request, here we go - and of course it would be about our beloved Wally Darling! For this time, what I'll do is answer 1 old request and then 1 new, then 1 old, then 1 new, etc.

WARNING: Yandere behavior, Wally is a warning in general, Isekaid Reader, indirect kidnapping, manipulation, stalkerish behaviour. ***I DO NOT CONDONE IN ANY WAY ANY KIND OF YANDERE BEHAVIOR, IT'S PURE ENTERTAINMENT AND FICTION.***

Yandere!Wally Darling with a Neighbor from our world!

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Opening your eyes never felt like such a bad decision - it felt like a bag of bricks had just hit your head and the light was burning your eyes, making you groan in discomfort.

You tried to stand up all dishoriented and as you sat up on the grass, you noticed you were laying under a tree. And looking at your surroundings you found yourself near some woods and... a colorful neighborhood was waiting for you, just coming down from the little hill you were on.

You stood up, with shaky legs and never praying your eyes away from the neighborhood.

So lost in awe that you didn't notice... you changed - your skin was no longer made out of human flash but felt, dressed with rather colorful clothes - like you were a... puppet.

"Ah, there you are, Neighbor." A calm voice made you snap your eyes from the neighborhood and look at your right.

Yellow skin that seemed to be made out of felt, dark blue hair done in a pompadour, blue sweater and red-orange-yellow-blue striped pants with a soft slime and stare on his face.

"Taking a nap right after arriving to your new home? Ha. Ha. Ha. That's silly..."

"... where am I?" You asked with a small whisper, staring at the other puppet whose smile grew a little bit more and his gaze softened even more.

"My manners, where are they? Nice to meet you. I am Wally - Wally Darling... Welcome Home, Neighbor."

Maybe it was the confusion of the moment and how slowly you started to realize that this wasn't you that - you didn't argue back when Wally took your hand and start to walk you down to the neighborhood.

He introduced you to everyone and you were only met with kindness and happy smiles.

Wally never let go of your hand, his eyes would always come back to stare at you with fondness - like he had know you for a long while...

Soon you were right in front of Wally's home - a big red, blue tiles house which had... moving eyes.

"Hello, Home. This is [Y/N], our new neighbor." Wally introduced you, and Home's door opened gently and moved back and forth, like it was greeting you. And Wally continued: "They will be staying with us until their own home is ready."

You swear you saw Home's eyes darken, like Home knew something... just like Wally.

Those words suddenly made you feel anxious and by pure reaction you tried to step back and break Wally's hold.

But Wally's gentle hold quickly transformed into a death grip one.

"What's the matter, Neighbor?" He asked, his eyes never leaving Home's. "Where are you going?"

"I... I want to go home." You said, suddenly breathless at the anxiety that was quickly becoming paranoia and awareness on everything.

Wally just laughed like you just said the best joke he has ever heard.

"Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha... Silly, silly [Y/N]... this is your home now."

And your new life started that day, against your will.

Fuzzy memories of your original life at our world would swim around your mind, which would cause you to start to cry in despair and 'home-sickness'. And you would be met with Wally's arms hugging you close to him as he cooed and hushed you.

"Don't think about your old home, [Y/N]... it no longers matters - not when you live here now, with me."

It would be hard to sleep - You just knew Wally was staring at you in the darkness of the night, like he was admiring you and making sure you never leave.

Wally is literally 24/7 attached to you, always holding your hand or leaning his head on your shoulder - physical touch is his love language after all!

I can see other neighbors actually gushing at you two and you wouldn't be able to deny anything - and Wally loves how you know your place.

"Oh, you're right... [Y/N] and I look like a cute couple... Ha. Ha. Ha. I like it. Do you like it, [Y/N]?"

You're forced to say yes.

You don't have a single chance on escaping - Either Wally is there to stop you with how deep his eyes are and can froze you in place in fear. Or Home doesn't open his doors or windows, trapping you in a warm cage that is, for now, your home too.

And even if you get your own home around the neighbor, Wally is either stalking you or actually having a 'sleep over' at your place.

Days and nights going by, longing for your original home and freedom - your tears and soft cries would be met with Wally's love, hug and gentle stare.

"Please... let me go."

"Silly, silly [Y/N]... I've seen you for a long while, yearning for you... now that I have you here, in my arms, I'm not letting you go... understood?"

WAAAA WELCME BACK I HOPE EVERYTHING WENT WELL

ALSO LMAOOO SETH IN GLUE

And peony and Seth sleeping together awwww

💕💕💕❤️

Small doodle dump I did to give my brain a lil break from all the madness 🥲

Only 1 more week to go y'all... somebody pray for me 😭😭

(Ft. Bonus shitpost doodle from last week that I made in like 5 minutes bc I couldn't get the "dying in a glue trap" meme outta my head LMAO)

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Seth / Bloodlust Devotion ©️ @hotpinkmoon

Peony / Huck ©️ me/ @hemlock-haven