Here Is A Taste Of My Writing.

Here is a taste of my writing.

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Imagine, it's 11 at night on a cool summer night. The tree outside your window makes shapes on your wall from the bright moon. The shadows dance with the cool breeze, as the leaves shake together making their own night time songs. Your room fan brushes it's sweet cool soft wind kisses into your face. You take your phone, and press the power button to make the screen go black; it does. As you put the device away for the night, a small elegant sigh leaves your beautiful lips. You roll to lay on your back, allowing your eyes to scan your room once more. Your eyes make contact with the dancing shadows, you become entranced by their smooth movements. The way the shadows jump across the walls makes your eyes heavy. As your vision slowly turns black; and you fall into the sweet embrace of slumber, everything is peaceful.

As you fell into the embrace of slumber, a smile graced your lips. Though later into the night, you were awakened, not by anything in particular, but you just woke up. But, frighteningly when you attempted to tug yourself upright, your feeble tries were of no use. When you opened your mouth to speak, nothing came out. All you could move were your eyes. As your tired eyes scanned the room, you noticed: there were no more happily dancing shadows. No more soft windy kisses, no more warm embrace, no more night time leaf music. It was silent. Your eyes moved from your wall to a corner, when your eyes met two small pin prick holes for eyes, that vibrated the color of blood. It's mouth, permanently agape with rows of teeth lining each other, cramming in to get a spot. It's mid spine meets the ceiling, making it hunch over. It's body reminded you of the sad thin Christmas trees nobody wanted to buy. It's fingers were of needles. Your non-existent breath hitched. It's chest raised and fell as if it were breathing. But it wasn't. All it had was a dried out sad heart, that would do anything to feel complete again. There were no words, just thoughts shared with the beast through simple eye contact. It knew what you had done... It came to collect your debt. And collect your debit it did...

As the morning raise skimmed over your face gently, you slowly raised up. In a panic frenzy, you rip off your night blankets and run to the bathroom. Once in front of the mirror a mortified shriek left your dry lips. Touching your now sunken eye sockets, your fingertips met your newly pin pricked eyes.

You know what you did, you had to pay. After all, the body has yet to be given a proper burial, and that bloody knife has yet to get cleaned.

In honor of his misspelled name on the pinned post, Ghostbur with an exorcist darling who’s conflicted on whether or not to get rid of him, due to him seeming to be happy and harmless? (Ace anon)

(All I can say is auto correct...?

Triggers: you hurting Ghostbur, mention of exorcism (if that's even a trigger), performing the acts of exorcism (not described in detail), The reader being kind of a dick at one point. Soft yandere.

Please be careful when reading.

GHOSTBUR

Ghostbur is a sweet little yandere.

His last wishes would be to hurt you.

Don't you feel the same way?

I have a feeling this man would go to the end of the earth for you.

But as sweet as he may be, you are still his little darling.

Ghostbur hates the thought of manipulating you.

But when it's needed it's needed.

When he heard that you are an exorcist, he wasn't quite sure how to react.

I mean he wouldn't dare hurt him… would you?

How could you hurt that adorable little face?

Only curl monsters would hurt him.

Ghostbur would try and not let the thought bother him.

He would just continue on loving you like there was nothing to worry about.

He tried to use your worries and conflictions, but nothing seemed to help.

The only thing that was going to help was you making a final decision.

Were you going to kill this man?

This poor spirit that has gone out of his way for you.

Are you going to hurt him, just like so many others have…

Do you even have the heart for that?

Or are you going to just accept fate, and give in.

Let the spirit love you.

Go against what your job is.

Why do you even need a job?

Ghostbur can take just as good as care of you.

He can get food and other items for you.

How you react depends on the outcome.

~

Let's say you are a cold-hearted monster.

Let's say you decide to go on the side of your job.

How would Wilbur react?

Well he wouldn't be happy to say at least.

He would be conflicted himself.

He doesn't know how to react.

He doesn't know if he should be enraged because everything that he's done for you and this is how you repay him?!

He doesn't know if he should be sad, because you too had such a wonderful relationship and this is how you decide to end things…

Or should he be scared.

You're about to kill him... Get rid of him.

End his existence and contact with the mortal world.

He has other people than you that worry about him.

…

..

.

But that doesn't matter to you doesn't.

Let's say you go through with it.

Ghostbur will try to fight it first.

He'll go against you, do what he can to get away.

But in the end he gets up.

He'll Just look at you.

His eyes will be filled with betrayal and hurt.

He won't speak.

He won't cry.

He won't smile.

He'll just stare.

Stare, with a pondering thought.

"What did I do to push you this far?"

That'll be his last thought and memory of you.

I hope you're happy.

~

Now Let's say you go against your work.

You decide to keep them around and leave the exorcism behind.

He'll be over the moon.

You did this for him!

Do you really love him as much as he loves you?

If so, prepare the wedding bells!

If this man didn't fall for you hard enough before, he just fell through a whole nother ass dimension.

Like this man broke through bedrock he fell so hard.

He won't tell you that he was hoping that you would do this.

He'll just wrap his arms around you, and sway back and forth with the sound of his humming.

He'll close your eyes and lean into your ghost lover.

Good job.

You spared this man more hurt.

The thought may still linger in the back of your head, but may it never come up front again.

~

In short: Ghostbur would be kind of scared. But his love for you is stronger than his fear. He can only hope that you give him mercy.

Word count: 631

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Thanks for reading!

(laughs awkwardly in already halfway down the path to option 1)

Anyway... what about Technoblade with a darling who he's kind of neutral on, but his voices really like? Actually, I'm not sure if that's just requesting yandere chat... If it is, sorry for requesting someone (some people?) who you don't write for!

(Also, quick question, do you have anon asks off on purpose? It's just that you have an anon list, but people can't actually ask things anonymously...)

(This was submitted by an anon. I am so sorry! I didn't realize I had to turn that on! I'm new to Tumblr, so I didn't know that was a thing! I am so sorry to the people that tried to request anon. It is now on! So yeah! Also if you look on my rules dear anon you can see who I do write for, and technoblade is one of them :))

Triggers: Technoblade being unstable, swearing, and yandere like behavior. Please be careful when reading.

Enjoy!

-TECHNOBLADE-

Technoblade isn't one to listen to his voices too much.

He wasn't totally crazy about you, but he didn't hate you.

But you hadn't done anything super yet, to get him to latch onto you.

You sort of reminded him of an old lover.

But...that wasn't the case for the voices.

~

Technoblade's voices were in love with you.

Love was an understatement.

These voices thought you were nothing like they have ever seen.

They oh so badly wanted Techno to get over himself and just love on you.

You were perfect!

They loved you so much.

This...was quite concerning…

Considering all the messed up shit they tell Techno to do.

To say the least, Techno was scared.

This wasn't good.

This wasn't normal.

~

Techno began to slowly pull himself away from you.

Just because he wasn't crazy in love with you, didn't mean he wanted to hurt you or he didn't care about you.

The voices would always yell and gock over you when Techno even laid eyes on you.

He would lock himself up in his room during the day, and only came out at night when you were asleep.

He would only take the food that you made for him, if it was left outside the room door.

Techno would then begin to scream at the voices to shut up…

He would throw things, and make his room a mess…

What did you expect?

It's not like he can just cover his ears and tone them out…

Now how you react changes the outcome.

~

Reacting rationally and staying away from Tehcno and not talking to him.

This would reckon him.

He wants to love you.

But he can't.

The voices would just make him do things..he doesn't want to do.

He may be the blood god, but even he has his limits.

Staying away from Technoblade would make the voices angry, and that isn't a good mix with an already unstable blood god.

This would only come out with one outcome.

…

..

.

🔪.

~

Reacting irrationally and giving your love to Techno.

This isn't a much better option. But at least you won't get killed.

Technoblades behavior quickly changes.

He will go from a sweet loving man.

To a possessive and obsessive monster.

Say goodbye to going outside and seeing the sun for a long time.

He'll likely keep you locked away.

Where only he and the voices can see you.

Where only he and the voices can love you.

Where only he and the voices can touch you.

You will at least be safe from the outside world.

But not from him.

Oh no.

I wish you luck little reader…

You have really gotten yourself in a mess here.

I will not offer you any further assistance.

You have made this choice yourself.

Now you must pay the price.

Sometimes being caring isn't always the best idea.

Sometimes trying to fix people isn't a good thing.

Sometimes it's better to just sit back and let the forest burn.

But no.

You had to tamper with things.

You had to try and care.

You had to try and fix things.

You had to try and put out the fire.

And now look where it has you.

You have only let the fire grow.

This is your fault.

And you alone must fix it.

Or are you just sick enough in the head to enjoy this?

Whatever it is.

I wish you good luck, farewell little reader.

~

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Word count: 590

Mha:

Heros

Eraser Head:

Basic headcannons

Broken darling (?)

Villain Aizawa

Student reader (platonic)

Present Mic:

Endeavor:

Hawks:

Students:

Deku:

Bakugou:

General headcannons

Bound to him darling

Todoroki:

General headcannons

Shinso:

Kirishima:

Headcannons

Momo:

Headcannons

Buying her darling

Jiro:

Tsuyu:

Mina:

Denki:

Snapping headcannons

Gentle yandere darling

Villains

Tomura:

Getting kidnapped

Dabi:

Basic headcannons

Getting kidnapped

Toga:

Twice

Overhaul

Anon input/thoughts

Input 1

Input 2

"My lovely promise"

The way you dance makes the waters jealous.

Your grace has the doves glaring with envy.

Your smooth and fluid arm motions makes flames flicker with anger.

Oh, how the doves wish they could amount to your grace.

Oh, how the waters waves wish they could move like you.

Oh, how the flames wish they could be as memorizing as you.

With every word that falls from you lips, a tear falls from my eye.

Your spoken sounds lift me off the ground with winds of wonder, of how you speak so wisely.

Your lips movements keep my on the edge of my seat.

Anticipating the next phrases that will flood my thoughts till you speak once more.

Do tell me, my love.

Why do you still cry?

You used to be filled to the brim with life.

Now it seems that something had drunken all of your spirit away.

You promised you would do anything for me.

So why now, do you shun me?

Do you not know the meaning of promise?

Must I teach you it again?

Or shall we be stuck in this forever loop of false promises, and one sided love.

I promised you my heart.

And that in return you gave me yours.

I cared dearly for you heart.

I was always careful with it.

I always held it close.

I always bid it goodnight and morning.

But you treated mine as if it were a useless brick.

You threw it around like it was some toy.

You never kept it warm, by keeping it close.

You never said hello or goodbye to it.

Yet...I still let you have it.

What fools we are.

What fools we have become.

What fools we have been.

What foolish acts.

I made a lovely promise, and I kept mine.

What a fool you are.

What a dumb thing you are.

What a useless thing.

You lovely little promise.

Fool.

Fool.

Fool.

Fool.

Fool!

I shall chant that to my last days when I talk of you!

You always said the same to me!

Why do you not let me go?

I do not want you anymore.

You beg for the promise, but I have already left it behind.

My lovely promise, was a foolish one.

You sicken me.

...

..

.

My lovely promise.

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(This is mainly about someone (person A or A) falling in love with another person (Person B or B). A goes on about all the great things about B. But A's little love starts to turn into a highly unhealthy obsession. But B and A end up in a relationship. B slowly starts to realize how obsessed A is, and gets creeped out. B soon starts to pull away from A. A starts to beg B to stay, but B starts to become kinda an ass. When B finally leaves A after being an ass. A starts to realize the relationship they had with B, was really unhealthy. So A starts to move on with life. And B slowly comes to the realization that they miss A. And begin to develop their own obsession. A, however isn't pleased by this, and is more grossed out.)

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