WELCOME TO MISTY HOLLOW !

WELCOME TO MISTY HOLLOW !

❞ the never-ending bustle of the city, the exhaust plaguing the air, blinding lights of billboards, the constant beeping of vehicles.... it dizzied you, head spinning with nausea at even the mention of it. any longer in the damned place and your brain would turn to mush. you needed a change of pace. a change of scenery, if you will. anywhere with sites aplenty and people you could tolerate. and so, you searched. day and night, dusk to dawn-- until you came across a rural town far from any outside influence. this was your ticket to a humble life you could only dream of with your thoughts and yourself alone. the people you'd be associating yourself with was originally a worry of yours, but when met with warm smiles instead of cold sneers, you let out a sigh of relief. a bit concerning, it may be, but it's something of a cultural difference, surely?❝

━ SAY HELLO TO YOUR DARLING NEIGHBORS !

i. [ REDACTED ] ➢ the town's hermit notorious for his bitter and cold reputation who you find difficulty to believe to be so negative with how terribly timid and almost puppy-like his demeanor is around you TO BE ADDED . . . ii. [ REDACTED ] ➢ with such a bold and snarky personality, it's hard to tell whether he's out for your head or for something much more or less sinister. despite his aloof and withdrawn attitude towards the rest of the community, you often find yourself enjoying his company much more than you'd like to admit.

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iii. [ REDACTED ] ➢ the strange, yet well-mannered gentleman well-read on all things mortuary and morbid who, for some reason, always seems to be one step ahead of you.

TO BE ADDED . . . iv. [ REDACTED ] ➢ blunt, washed-up, and just overall a douche, he never seems to let you catch a break from his overwhelmingly pessimistic ramblings and suggestive comments. even when trying to avoid him, the amount of times you bump into him even in the most unlikely places is a bit too uncanny to be a coincidence.

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im goign to fly out the roof the bot i tried rizzing up on character ai ended up beigna real perosn im gonna die of hsame goodbye world

Yandere Cult Leader! Headcanons

Warnings: Toxic Behaviour, Obsessive Behaviour, Possessive Behaviour, Delusions of Grandeur, Narcissism, Manipulation, Indoctrination, Implications of Smut, Implications of Sexual Coercion, Kidnapping, False Imprisonment, Implication of Murder, Implications of Torture, Implication of Sexual Punishment/Reward, Implications of Pregnancy (Not of Reader), Poisoning, Stockholm Syndrome, Religious Themes, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You’.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who, when he sees you for the first time, a quiver in your walk and your voice as you explain to him that your car just swerved into a tree, seemingly of its own accord, leaving you with no means of transportation, knows there is something different about you. Almost whimsical.

♡ Something that makes his stone heart stammer.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who, when you shamble up to his front doorstep and plead for help, welcomes you with open arms into his house – the only one for miles – and tells you to “Take a seat. Please, make yourself comfortable !”

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who, after finding out that you’re unfamiliar with the area, that you’re not privy to where anything or anyone is, hence you didn’t see whatever caused your car to swerve, can’t help but feel something hidden, dark, light up in the back of his mind.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who insists you “Stay the night; we’d be more than happy to have you !” And actively resists your declination, your promise that you’ll “Be fine if I can get to a hospital.”

♡ Yandere Cult Leader whose only elaboration on who “we” are comes in the form of taking you out the back of the house, which now you see is more like a manor, the front of the architecture being deceptively small and mousy, where, as far as the eye could see, a town slept. One filled with people – hundreds, it seemed – dressed in clothing so similar to one another that they formed a moving pattern.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who, despite knowing there are always vacant houses available for any ‘late comers’ to his Association, tells you otherwise – that you will be “Staying with me.” Just until you’re better. Or the next morning, at the very least.

♡ With no phone signal and a growing headache, throupled with your limp, you feel you have little chance of survival out on the open road; especially at night.

♡ And, with what you suspect to be a concussion and no room to argue given how far from anything and everything you were, you accepted what you thought was a gracious offer.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader knows he has to act fast – while you’re still vulnerable and malleable.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who, when he has one of his associates draw you a bath, takes your clothes and puts them somewhere only he knows, providing you with clothes of the same material and disposition as everyone else at the compound town.

♡ “For your comfort,” he says, smiling vaguely. “Those city garments looked awfully dirty and uncomfortable – especially since you’ve just had a nasty accident.”

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who, when you ask for an ambulance, does one better, bringing you the ‘in-house doctor’ who tells him exactly what he wants to hear. That you’ll “Need to rest for the next week or so, just to be safe.”

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who thanks whatever deity aside from himself exists who has gifted him such a lenient timeframe to grant you ascension into his Family.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who, standing just outside your guest bedroom, can’t help but smile, knowing that a week alone with you will be a cakewalk. He’s converted people in a single night before now. Albeit through practices he just can’t bring himself to use on you. Not in isolation, anyway.

♡ Despite the unfamiliar sense of urgency that twists his heart in directions it has never known.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who wastes no time in spinning a frivolous, magnificent story for you, proclaiming himself the mayor of this small, humble town, made up of hard-working folk – farmers, labourers, clothes makers; people who were driven from the city after industrialisation made it impossible for them to financially support themselves.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who revels in the way your eyes glimmer when he divulges his accolades to you, though does so with the modesty of one who sees it as their everyday life. Yet, he knows he has not captured your adoration yet. Another idol lives in your heart; a pop star, a film actor, a god of some description. Not him.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who promises to stamp this out of you. In time.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who, in the couple of days after you arrived, commits every ounce of his free time to getting to know you, to understanding what makes you tick, what makes you submissive.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who, being the only one in the Compound to understand your culture references outside of this town, having access to sources his Family does not, uses all his knowledge to create an image of himself as a relatable, well-adjusted member of society. Both yours, and his.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader can see you’re becoming more comfortable with him the longer he spends in your presence. And he picks up on your body language to know when you want to be left alone, when you want to speak with him, when you’re starting to feel uncomfortable for one reason or another, and acts accordingly.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who, when you start to ask if you’ll be able to leave soon, knows what must be done.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader understands that, to create the perfect disciple, one must first give them the illusion of choice, and the illusion that, when given the chance to leave, they are making the right choice by deciding to stay.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader no longer accosts you when you go to leave the house anymore, instead feeding into your little fantasy that “You’re looking a lot healthier now ! I think you’re almost fully healed.” Even getting the doctor to confirm his false pleasantry musings.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who, from the top floor of his sprawling manor, watches you interact with his Family. You’re so easy to track even without his assigned Protectors following you. You stick out with your mannerisms, your smile fresh and not derived from worship of him, but a million other things running through your mind.

♡ You’re a challenge. Oddly resilient to his attempts to charm you as not to want to spend every waking second in his presence as his disciples do. Then again, you’re much more strong-willed than them. Have something to live for.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who, despite his goal of initiating as many people into his Family as he can, can’t deny that the more he knows about you – what little information you divulge to this perfect stranger – he feels…drawn to you. In the same way his disciples are to him.

♡ This, he cannot allow. Though he does humour this schoolboy feeling of his interest piquing, his heart fluttering whenever you laugh at his jokes, or relay something to him he never knew before.

♡ Sure, maybe he’s only known you for about a week at this point, but he knows potential when he sees it.

♡ And he’s seen it in you.

♡ Now it’s just a case of getting you – and it – to conform to his will.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who, just like whenever he’s feeling overwhelmed or needs to dispel energy of a most nefarious nature, beds his willing disciples – those he knows will not say no, who will gladly take his seed, those who will bear him the fruits of his labour.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader lives for validation, and he’s essentially created his own serotonin farm to stroke his ego whenever he feels it deflating.

♡ And nothing makes Yandere Cult Leader’s ego swell more than seeing the women of his town with his children, knowing that they shall be his successors, the ones to continue his legacy, or fall into his personal army if they are too weak in the mind to take up his mantle.

♡ And that, he knows, is the root of all power. His power, at least.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who, when he realises that people will start looking for you soon, decides to take matters into his own hands. He won’t let anyone take you from him. Not when there’s still so much he has to show you – to teach you.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who fabricates your demise – an unfortunate car accident – sacrificing one of his family collective to take your place in the car, similar to you in every aspect in your physicality; your hair colour, your height, your eyes. And the parts that can’t be faked – moles, tattoos, patches – he has his associates cover up with a fire sparked when the oil leaked into the car engine.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who, in the meantime, starts thinking of ways to keep you inside – to stop you from seeing anyone else besides him, from potentially escaping.

♡ That, and he underestimated your likeability, noticing his disciples beginning to take to you with something akin to haste. Something akin to that which he felt for you.

♡ Attraction.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who sees this liking displayed when everyone is gathered in the hall for his talks, wherein he sees the odd person or two talking with you during his speeches. Something unheard of – straight-up forbidden – until now.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader decides not to punish you for this transgression. After all, you’re new ! You don’t know how everything works here (he’s made sure of that). But the initiator…

♡ Yandere Cult Leader makes sure they learn their lesson – a little etiquette in obedience. And you won’t be seeing them again for a while.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader doesn’t just see you as a distraction for himself anymore, but a potential weapon against his power.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader isn’t stupid. On the contrary, he’s entirely lucid and knows exactly what you’d call his little establishment. A cult. A blasphemy of heretics.

♡ And he can’t have you blabbing your mouth – as much as he loves hearing you tell him stories – to the wrong people. Or realising what you’ve been roped into.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader takes your health into his hands and begins adding a secret ingredient to your meals. One which is tasteless, scentless, yet weakens you with each passing day.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who, now having the excuse to do so, rarely lets you out of the house (not that you can leave, anyway) insisting that you aren’t well enough to do so.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader makes sure he’s your main source of care and entertainment during your time of declining health.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader uses your weakened, bed-ridden state to feed you more glorious tales of his philanthropy and godliness. And you, with little else to do – little else you can do – listen. And believe.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who, as the weeks go on, can see that the defiance in your eyes, the initial hesitation and wariness you displayed in your first days here, is starting to fade, along with any fight or hope you have of ever leaving this place.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader feels his heart clamour when you request his presence, an associate of his coming to retrieve him from his office on the rare day he isn’t there to care for you himself.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who, when he can see you’re particularly pained, looks over his shoulder and, as if he’s letting you in on a secret, flashes you a smile.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader calls you his “Special little Lamb. My Saint,” and gets up, locking the bedroom door, returning to your bedside.

♡ His hand slips beneath the bed sheets, finding your thigh. First, with reassurance. Then, with something else. Hunger. Promise.

♡ And you, in your state of delirium, either cannot or choose not to resist as his hand travels further beneath your night shirt, creeping ever closer to your epicentre. All the while, he’s crawling on top of you, an archway to another world. A cage.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader tells you to “Keep quiet. We don’t want the others getting jealous now.”

♡ And all the while, as he’s taking care of you, making you gasp, too feeble to even make a sound, he tells you how he thinks “The Gods will heal you, if only you acknowledged them.” His gaze turns hard. There is no humour, no levity, within him. “Join them.”

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who, one evening, when he’s at your bedside, after months of his attempts to break you, feels his heart soar when you tell him you “Want to become part of the Family.”

♡ Yandere Cult Leader can’t tell if he’s eventually gotten through to you, either with his promises of restoration or his nights of gratification, but he sees your conformity as loyalty. Finally.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who, seeing that he has you in his iron grip, ceases his poisoning and begins work on your ascension. Immediately.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who, as your condition begins to improve, tells you that you are to become his ‘special assistant’ – an occupation everyone in his town would kill and die for.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader whose articulation of what ‘special assistant’ means comes in the form of a collar.

♡ And not just any collar. A shock collar. 

♡ Not that you know this. Yet.

♡ yandere Cult Leader who, when you’re able to stand, move, and even participate in everyday activities, has your ‘coronation’ organised. A celebration (and display of ownership_ of you and all that you will be bringing to the Family.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who watches everyone’s reactions carefully, picking out those who showed doubt, even a sliver, and those who seemed overly-accepting of your presence.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who, that night, as you went to go to your room, pulled you into his, locking the door behind him.

♡ “An assistant as special as yourself can’t be expected to sleep all by their lonesome,” he tells you, his hand on yours. Iron.

♡ “Not when it’s my job to serve you.”

♡ Yandere Cult Leader is a master manipulator. A lucid one at that. Though, his narcissism clouds his sense of self.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who, that night, takes you for the first time, deeming it to be the claiming ceremony’ – one which has been a tradition since the inception of the Association.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader convinces you that this is the right thing to do, regardless of how much you want to do it.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader who doesn’t stop until he sees every ounce of resistance leave your eyes, and not just towards his advances. Extending far beyond tonight – into the rest of your life as you come to accept that this is your fate, one spent with a demon in a  god’s clothing.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader uses sexual gratification as a motivator (or punishment) depending on your behaviour.

♡ If you do something that displeases him, that risks making him lose face if only for a second, he can be vile. Promising the most promiscuously torturous and painful outcomes should you defy his word again.

♡ Such motivators of these punishments can be as simple as wanting to take a walk outside the Compound, asking him a question about the Uncaring Outside, or not doing what he asks of you immediately after he’s told you what he wants.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader is most unkind when he is displeased. And he’ll let you know how easily replaceable you are, how quickly he can find a willing body to take your place in his bed at a moment’s notice.

♡ And you know he’s right. That’s why you obey like you do, why you take the slings and arrows your existence is heir to now, why you plead and beg and cry that you’d “Do better next time ! Please, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry–”

♡ However, if you have displayed good behaviour, he’ll call you by any name you want to hear – “Sweetheart”, “Darling”, “Angel” – anything that reinforces your perceived importance to the Cult Leader.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader has you glued to his side forevermore. Anyone who tries tot ake you from him is deftly dealt with. Which is why you never see the people who’ve come searching for you, who stumbled upon the leader’s human enclosure as you had. Albeit with less guidance from the Leader.

♡ Yandere Cult Leader promises you that “Nobody out There loves you as much as I do. If they did, they’d have come to join you, wouldn’t they ?”

♡ God forbid if you disagree. The Leader didn’t groom you to be opinionated; he tamed you into his pet.

♡ And if you ever want a fighting chance of escaping this place alive, you have to make him believe that you’re dedicated to nothing but him.

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Masterlist Masterpost

MISTY HOLLOW | OC INTRDUCTION [♧]

➣ yan! oc x gn! reader cw; intended lowercase, suggestive language, stalking, unironic discord mod behavior, delusion, yandere content

━ the town's infamously ill-mannered recluse whose unusually bashful towards you never fails to make you tilt your head with his strange mannerisms. it'd almost feel criminal to hold a grudge against him with how he can't even seem to get a word out, but it's hard to dismiss what the town warned you prior to meeting him. perhaps you'd just been losing sleep, but he always seems to know of even the smallest matters you don't recall telling him about. it makes it much more curious considering how seldom you actually see him.

"o-oh my-- [name]!... uh, ah, i-i... i m-meant t-to say a pleasant morning to you t-too."

name ; ➣ [ REDACTED ] 1 age ; ➣ 23 yrs phys. description ; ➣ greasy shoulder-length black hair, dark tan skin, somewhat lanky stature (5'7), has light acne on his forehead. cannot grow hair on his chest for the life of him

personality ; ➣ not only is he rude and snarky to most, resulting in leaving a terrible impression to many, but he's not any better when it comes to you. on the surface, he'd be like a highschool girl with a puppy crush, with how much he stares at you so evidently struck with cupid's arrow. if you look a little deeper, though, the true nature of 1's downright degenerate and obsessive feelings towards you could only be compared to unleashing eldritch horrors upon yourself. 'methods of courting' ; ➣ stalking thorough observation of your character ➣ as soon as 1 stops being in denial of what he genuinely thinks about you, his drawer is brimming with polaroids of you almost immediately. he's far from athletic, but his long legs help him trail behind you—not too far from his peripheral where he'd only be able to make out your silhouette, and not too close where you'd notice the click of his camera.

trivia ; ➣ 1's guilty pleasure is cliché highschool romances (the breakfast club, grease, karate kid, etc. name one and there's a fat chance he'd already watched it). he wasn't treated the best back in his teenage years and often fantasizes about how he could've made things better for himself

"gah,, you’re such a tease!.. leaving your curtains open and giving me front row tickets to watching you sleep with your shirt riding up your stomach.. getting me all worked up like that just to deadbolt everything shut.... you're so cruel, you know?"

10. w/ nerd, I want to abuse my power 😈

yandere! nerd x god complex! reader ♡

“you can’t leave, i need you. i’ll do anything for you!” && drabble event entry #01

the man sinks to his knees, wraps his arms around your legs and presses his tear stained face against your thighs.

“let me go, hm?” you run a hand through the soft waves of his messy hair, to which a low whine slips past his chapped lips. “i’m only going to the library, promise i’ll be back.” you say.

“no, no. you’re not g-going anywhere,” the man at your feet is unrelenting. he shakes his head, and the tufts of his hair tickle your skin. “i love you, love, love so much i— please stay. please, promise i love you.”

it’s irritating, honestly, but amusing. the way this man worships you fervently, the way he treats you like a darling deity only feeding into the delusions of grandeur you already harbour, but you’d be a liar to admit you didn’t like the sight of him on his knees, pleading so beautifully.

nevertheless, you muse, who is he to tell you no? you tug on the strands of tousled hair, pulling his face away from your body and closer to you, kneeling down to inspect it — through his sobs, he lets out a breathy moan: and God, it’s pathetic “you poor thing.” you frown, “want me this badly, hm?”

his cheeks are flushed pink, wide eyes welling up with tears, as he gazes up at you with doe eyes, excitement evident from the hard on that desperately strains against the fabric of his pants, and the way he whimpers in your hands, falling apart with the softest touch.

“i-i beg you, please, please, please don’t leave me.” he says, begging so pretty, “i can’t live without you. i need you, need you s’bad, always thinking of you, you, you. i love you a-and i’d do anything for you to stay—”

“oh? you’ll do anything?” you repeat softly, arching a brow at the mess of a man who lies at your feet, letting go of his hair, cupping his flushed, tear stained cheeks instead as he looks up at you with hearts in his wide eyes.

“anything!!” he exclaims eagerly. “u-use me! use me and throw me away and destroy me — but d-don’t leave. i’d die for you, die for you a thousand times, and it wouldn’t be enough because i love you and i love you and i love you!!”

the words tumble breathlessly from his lips like a desperate prayer, and who are you, to deny such a devoted disciple?

Garden of Eden // ➢ introduction & masterpost

BEAUTY, BRAINS, AND BRAUN // MEET THE CREATOR !

i am magnus, i am 21, and i'm the one behind everything you see on this blog. i don't have the most solid schedule so i apologize in advance. all my works here will consist of yandere reader inserts of my ocs and that only. as of now, i will not post nsfw but i'd like if if minors don't interact with my content.

ACT OF ADAM // RULES

i will not write anything involving pregnancy, scat, piss, and the defaults (eg underage, beastiality, etc). cannibalism's on very thin ice, but it's on the table. (somewhat). all my ocs are 20 and above. the reader's gender will be gender-neutral by default unless stated otherwise and will both possess masculine and feminine qualities. unfortunately, i will not write for female readers, but i'll try to for fem-aligning. aside from those, request to your heart's content.

RECORDS // MASTERLIST

➮ MISTY HOLLOW