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Please go on more about yandere otto, I’m curious about your thoughts for the rizz loser man (affectionate)

Literally could not care less about what he had to do to have you. I'm halfway both impressed and taken aback by the logical leaps he makes on a minute-to-minute basis. Desperation in human form fr.

Bruh he'd listen to whatever the literal devil told him to do just to get a whiff of the new shampoo in your hair. You think he wouldn't directly kill millions for you?

Gaslight, gatekeep, manipulate, malewife-s his way into your life and refuses to leave no matter what. He could keep you locked in his personal bedroom you'd hate his guts, but it doesn't matter so long as he has you right where he wants you. He would absolutely prefer it if you did like him back, but if you don't he'll just gaslight himself into believing in a fictional version of you that does.

I'd bet my metaphorical left nut that he's programmed a hentai game of you for his own enjoyment. But he's not a pervert, of course. It hurts him to have you think so lowly of him. He's a man of culture, so of course he's made countless other games that aren't about sex, but they all have the two of you either getting into a relationship, being married, going on an infinitely ongoing date, etc.

Though, if I had to choose one, I'd say his favourite one is the one about your "perfect wedding day;" the one where he gets to see you walk down the aisle in the perfect attire, speak your vows, slip on the rings, kiss, and the honeymoon after the dance and banquet. Though if you're actually brave enough to peer into the abyss that is his deranged mind and play his cursed games, you'll notice that there are no other npcs in any of these games, only "you" and him.

Churches in Toruń

A new pawn

Hi if anyone needs me I'll be busy sobbing tears of joy over this custom Mepphy amigurumi I got from Nanoami on Etsy (Go check them out, they do excellent work and take custom orders of anime/game characters! I found out about them like 7 years ago when I bought a 91 Days Avilio doll from them)

His cloak comes off, his hat comes off, he's everything. I know I make dolls but sometimes I deserve a treat too

My phase for this man returns...

He is clown. He is bastard. He is a suspicious and shady type. He is demon. I know that as a demon, he could kill me without a moment's hesitation…

But I still love this clown-demon!

(I guess I have to get off my lazy ass and write something about him…)

Killing a character you don't care about:

Killing a character who genuinely love and put a lot of effort into making:

Signs You Should Write The Story

1. You can't stop thinking about it

2. It would be exciting and fun to write

3. It's meaningful to you

WRITE THE STORY

˚｡⋆౨ Lovesick Fyodor ৎ₊˚

“I don’t want to want you / But in my dreams I seem to be more honest […] I think I might have fallen in love / What am I to do?” - Halley’s Comet, Billie Eilish

╰⪼ I love it when very powerful characters are vulnerable and I love it when emotionally reserved and stoic people are faced with being and feeling human and the whole spectrum of feelings that come with being human. Imagining Fyodor in love is a beautiful concept that I like playing around with recently and I definitely want more of it. Gentle, tender, human and vulnerable Fyodor; rare and beautiful to think and write about.

╰⪼ I wrote this spontaneously and my choice of words could be better, just know that this is fresh from the printer called my heart (shut up, Hio, you’re being sappy again), so…enjoy ♡

Lovesick Fyodor is such a stranger to being in love that he feels physically ill once he notices that something is off; his heart is fluttering all day, your face is on his mind at the most random times of day, he can’t fall asleep and doesn’t even feel tired, and his mind is so clouded with thick, sweet fog that he only feels half-conscious most of the time.

Lovesick Fyodor whose romantic feelings for you manifest in resentment and ill will towards you in the beginning. He hates your guts for making him feel this way without even noticing what agonies you’re putting him through; feeling…being vulnerable, shaky, and weak like you broke down the emotional walls, that he has built with great care and precision over many years, with just a glance and the tender touch of your hand.

Lovesick Fyodor, for once, has to face his mortality and the fact that he does have weak spots; hidden well from his enemies, but somehow, some pure soul managed to find the Achilles tendon that is his heart, and ripped it out of his chest and filled it with the sweet syrup of love that’s gradually invading his system and he can’t do anything about it.

Lovesick Fyodor is beyond clumsy with expressing his feelings. He can fake any emotion and manages to hide what he thinks so well it’s almost scary, but he’s a helpless fool once he admits his feelings to himself and is ready to let you know about it, too.

He remains polite as ever, his manners immaculate, but he can’t stop himself from blushing around you and is sinking into great despair when his attempts to subtly show you his love go unnoticed because they’re just a tad too subtle. Whether he will eventually muster the courage to be vocal about his affections for you or if the shackles that his pride put around his heart are too strong to completely let his guard down remains a mystery for now…

Dancing with the moon and the stars

not sfw, light yandere, non consensual voyeurism into consensual

neuvillette is a bit of a voyeur; human anatomy - and yours in specific - is still a mystery sometimes to him, and so he enjoys watching you.

it starts off innocent, before the two of you are entangled; watching you walk in the sunlight with your head tipped up with a smile on your face, the deep breath you take before a particularly ostentatious new drink at cafe lucerne, the sway of your hips. unfortunately, his position as chief justice means he also has plenty of opportunity for slightly less innocent voyeurism. he knows where you live; a peek through curtains whilst you’re spread out on your bed, the silhouette of you as you emerge from the shower all soapy and wet.

and it does not abate, even when he has you whenever he could want you. still, he asks you to strip slowly for him, glass of water in hand, so he can watch the movement of your body. still, he asks you to bathe in front of him; to soap your body, to watch you sink into the water, to clean yourself slowly and thoroughly whilst he sits beside his own claw-footed bathtub fully dressed with his teeth clenched and his cane in white-knuckled grip.

show me how you touch yourself, the chief justice intones when you are in his too-big bed. hands floating over you but never touching, pleasure taken from watching you come apart whining his name instead as he memorises every stroke, every pinch, every slow circle—

perhaps next time, he thinks, palming his cocks when you’ve fallen asleep in exhausted pleasure, he will touch you himself.

but . . . oh, he does so love observing mortals. and you most of all.