(Warning For Hints At Spoilers From Some Events Below )

(Warning for hints at spoilers from some events below 😮)

Sydney, who practically glues themselves to the pews at the temple after you are gone. The scarf you left behind clutched tightly by their hands as they pray day and night.

They can only hope you are safe wherever you are, that the mission Jordan entrusted you with will go smoothly and you'll be back soon enough, reassuring them with your sole presence

But a month passes and you are still not by their side. The spear returns, yet you are missing. The temple's chants, the excitement for the holy item's appearance can barely reach them through the overwhelming sorrow that consumes their very soul. What is there to celebrate if you are not here? If their dreams are the only way for them to see you, how can they even face reality?

You are a liar, and them a fool for not doing more to protect you. If they had been stronger, maybe more courageous. If only they had gone there instead of you...

So they choose to believe, to ignore it all. If one more month passes, it doesn't matter: they know you'll be back...right?

Somehow, it feels as if a part of their life they managed to forget is repeating...

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Whitney, who managed to send you off to the underground brothel, a stash of cash safe in their pocket as they go back home. Smirk plastered in their face, gloating about finally teaching you a lesson after you humilliated them in front of the whole school all this time.

Still, something doesn't feel right.

Finding themselves waiting for an annoying face when they are loitering under the rain, scribbling notes for someone who isn't in class, passing by the same alleyway thrice in silent hopes to see the one who only appears in missing posters.

Their mood sours, dreams haunted by snippets of memories where you are by their side. This wasn't how things were supposed to go after getting rid of you for good.

Perhaps a strong drink might help kill that weird gross feeling that has been pooling in their heart for these past few weeks. A trip to the local bar with their friends, the promise of some casual sex with a random whose face they won't remember.

But when the moment of truth comes, it's your face that replaces the one of their new conquest. Tugging at the strings of their heart with that insufferable smile you always seemed to have.

What's more pathetic than finding out your are in love while throwing up in a filthy alleyway? Alone, their mind racing to understand that that weird feeling has always been regret and sorrow...

Because they loved you, in their own twisted way, and there's no going back to how things used to be before.

Wasn't actually planning to write these as they are part of comics I wanted to do. However, I highly doubt I'll be able to, since time is limited and I am already dying over here, buried in studies and stuff.

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Note: I want to draw but I am extremely sick, so you guys will only get my brainrot for now :(. Sorry

If it's written like ass, sorry. I did this in the bus I take back home while I had a horrible fever ;; (Though I promise I'll get better at this with time...Maybe)

The hallucinogens have driven him mad with lust!

more hands + faces: dol edition

ehe

aftermath...

hmm i wonder what happened for jordan to end up like that in the second picture 🤔🤔

Vrel said that Whitney and Sydney are both characters that have yandere potential. He said that Whitney would be the most violent as a yandere, but that Sydney would be the scariest, he refused to elaborate further.

Happy Birthday, My Love

M!Kylar x Gn!Reader

Words: 708

Tw: Yandere, blood

Note: Happy birthday @propertyofkylar!!!

Gift

I awoke to the smell of something burning, “Fuck…” I grumbled, jumping up out of bed and running down the stairs. I followed the burning smell and ended up in the kitchen, finding a distressed Kylar fumbling with birthday candles. “Kylar…?”

Kylar jumped, dropping the candles. “Wh-what are you doing up?” He asked, frantically picking up the candles. “You’re supposed to be asleep.” I inspected the kitchen as he continued to panic, it was a mess. Dirty dishes everywhere and a burnt cake in the trash. “I-It wasn’t good enough for you, my love.” He explained, noticing me looking in the trash. He was so anxious that he was stuttering and fumbling about.

“I was worried you set the house on fire, so I got up.” I smirked at him, “Were you planning something?” Today was my birthday, and I know he wouldn’t miss it for the world.

He tried to clean up, putting dishes in the sink. “N-No, everything is fine…” 

I smiled, he really was trying his best to set up my surprise. “Are you sure you don’t want my help?” I loved the thought he was putting into this, but I didn’t want him to destroy the kitchen in the process.

Kylar fumbled with the dishes, “I-I got it handled, I got a ca-”  I held back a smile as he went wide eyed and stopped himself, trying not to ruin the obvious surprise. He dropped the dishes in the sink and started to shoo me out of the kitchen, “Please, my love, I don’t want the surprise to be ruined.”

Laughing, I let him shoo me away. “Ok, ok.” I decided to go back to bed and wait for him to come and “surprise” me. I laid there and played on my phone as noises continued to come from the kitchen. I hope he doesn’t break anything.

Sometime later, Kylar came into the room holding a bandanna. “Come on.” He looked so excited, and I couldn't help but smile. I obliged, standing up and letting him cover my eyes with the bandanna. He carefully led me downstairs to my “surprise”.

Kylar sat me down in a chair and removed the bandanna, “Happy birthday!” 

I smiled at the sight before me, a sad cake with messy frosting and candles. “Thank you, Kylar. I love it.”

He beamed, pulling out a lighter and lighting the candles. “Make sure to make a wish.” He sat beside me and began to sing Happy Birthday. His singing was awful, but I loved it nonetheless. He put so much work into this, and I didn’t want to upset him. Once he finished, I blew out the candles. “What did you wish for?” He asked excitedly, no doubt hoping it was about our future.

I smiled, shaking my head. “If I tell you, it won’t come true.” I didn’t completely believe in that, but it was fun to tease him.

He frowned and nodded before getting excited again, “Wait here.” He instructed me before running off, leaving me slightly confused. It didn’t take long for him to come back, holding something behind his back. “I-I got you a gift.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that.” 

Kylar shook his head and sat beside me, “I wanted to.” I blushed as he placed the gift in my hands. “Go on. Open it, my love.”

The gift was small and crudely wrapped, “Ok, ok.” I slowly pulled off the bow and then tore off the wrapper, revealing a smaller box. I raised a brow, but he gestured for me to open the smaller box. I gently opened the box, revealing a beautiful vial necklace filled with some kind of red liquid. “Kylar, this is amazing!” I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly. “Thank you so much!” I thanked him, kissing his cheek.

He blushed furiously, “ H-Here,” he gently took the necklace from my hands, “Let me help you.” I turned around and lifted my hair out of the way so he could put the necklace around my neck. “There, you look beautiful.”

I played with the vial, the liquid inside sloshing around. “What’s in it?”

“Our blood.” He answered with a big smile, “It represents a bond between our two souls.”

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