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Day 4: Obsessive behavior + blood splatter (trigger warning)

“Where do you think you’re going, darling? Stay here..with me!~”

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Gonna throw up If I can't talk about them-

Bunch of Aiden analysis under the cut because he's just SO OBSESSED CODED AND NOBODY TALKS ABOUT IT 😭 (I will be very weird about it)

The way it's so doomed from the start. He's already so fascinated by her. It's in the little jump he does when she sits in front of him, like a secret they're both in on, like her sitting in front of him is some obscure way of her inviting him into a conversation.

Why is he like this (not positive but not negative either)

He has such a cocktail of personality traits and, most certainly, mental disorders, and his own history that makes it so, when he's in love, that it WILL blow up in his face.

The fact that he's been homeschooled for his entire life- he has no idea. HE DOESNT EVEN KNOW. He doesnt realize that its not normal. of course he doesn't :( His parents obviously leave him alone for long stretches of time and he doesn't seem to mind this. He hasn't had the chance to develop his social skills at all-

It's why he's so, let's be real, creepy. Ash makes it very clear she's not interested and he just keeps worming his way into her life. He plots so that she'll go on the field trip, he follows her around, he goes to her fucking house on the first day. LIKE, HELLO? RED FLAG?

He's having evil thoughts here I swear 💀

And already so quickly after meeting her he makes Ash his priority. He asks to sit next to her, he engages and makes an effort to talk to her. Tries to joke around with her. Gives her a nickname. Touches her. He's so touchy.

And defends her!!! When Tyler gets pissed at Ash, he honestly goes off on him even tho he KNOWS Ash can defend herself- and he's so...dark about it. There's a threat hidden behind his words. He's MAD here, right? Tell me I'm not crazy, please-

He also very clearly has violence on the forefront of his mind 💀 He's the first one to actively attack the phantoms; not to defend himself, not to defend somebody else (well, he pulls Ash out of the way), but for fun. And he's disappointed when they don't scream. He's sadistic, he likes causing pain, it's something he relishes in.

I mean look at how he smiles!!! None of the other kids have such an...active ENJOYMENT in fighting the phantoms, but for Aiden, it's almost like he finds relief in it, some way to vent out his frustrations. He's eager for a fight, for a thrill.

That's how Aiden sustains himself, he pretty much operates under "I'm here for a good time, not a long time." Everything he does gives him a boost of adrenaline, no matter the consequences. He got into a fight? Eh, who cares about all the bruises, at least it got his blood rushing. Broke a bone while doing parkour or smth? Whatever, the way his stomach dropped when he was falling as totally worth it.

It's a very dangerous mentality to live with, obviously. He's an adrenaline junkie. He's an addict. More than anything else, Aiden wants something that makes him feel alive.

And what makes you feel more alive than love?

Like not to minimise or anything but he's known her for like. 2-3 months- and he's already SO scared of losing her. Like I just don't think he would have had this type of reaction with anybody else besides Ben. He would have absolutely lost his shit if Ash 'died'.

He's a straight up love junkie. He's obsessive. Nothing beats the high love can give you. It overrules everything else. If Ash (or whoever he's interested in) feels bad because of smth, he's done with it.

He LIKED dying. He LIKED the adrenaline rush. But he won't do it again. Not because he had some realization that he didn't want to die, that he still wanted to live and do things, but because Ash was upset. Because this, this rush of care from her part, the way she was so scared of him dying that she was shaking, nothing could fill the hole in his heart better than that. And now that he has a taste for it, he won't let go easy. He will keep on living- if it means Ash will be by his side.

Which is a very dangerous position to put her in. Ash already feels responsible for her friends, and she doesn't even know that Aiden has "put" his life in her hands, not that it's her responsibility, because it isn't, but she will certainly feel responsible if Aiden does something FOR her.

Like He's so fucking obsessed and he doesn't even realize it- like look at how he sees her 😭 THE HEAVENLY GLOOOOOOW, LIKE SHES AN ANGEL AND HE THINKS SHE CAN SAVE HIM. BABY SHE CANT, YOU HAVE TO SAVE YOURSELF.

He could spiral so fucking bad. He could do some absolutely heinous things. Because he just doesn't know. He doesn't know how to love truly, yet. For him love really is that rush of adrenaline, the knife carving out his heart, he could be putty in her hands, or her executioner. This love that can be so obsessive, that he NEEDS it to function, like its water, like its the air he breathes. Its a compulsion, a fixation, a longing that burrows into your very soul. Ash doesn't even know what she's getting herself into-

Godddddd, it makes me so sick/ pos, it's SO FUCKING INTERESTINGGGGGG. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

I literally cannot function around this drawing 🫠

The. The hand. That way he's grabbing her. He's pulling her back. Towards HIM. like "this is mine. And I'm not sharing." And that little fucking look in his eyes, he just looks SO fucking pleased with himself. And Ash looks so...resigned. they're so doomed-coded, i love them so bad.

I don't know how I was supposed to NOT make a killer au, when he's just...like that around her.

Love is a wonderful thing. But love is also cruel, it is vicious, it is possessive and obsessive, and it will leave carnage in its wake.

Romantic love is an obsession. It possesses you. You lose your sense of self. You cannot stop thinking about another human being. -Helen Fisher

warnings: mentioned child abuse, fem!reader, arranged marriage, implied obsessive behavior.

Imagine being reincarnated not as the heroine of the dark romance novel that you fell asleep reading, but the male lead’s villainous stepmother. Although it would be many years before you would marry his father, and your family would get out their mountain of debt from this arranged marriage. You swore to not take out your anger on the poor child as you laid in your crib.

Just because the duke still held a candle for his first wife and the mother of the male lead, his son did not deserve such cruel treatment from a woman who would never receive any affection from her husband. Arranged marriages rarely result in mutual happiness, but there is always the possibility of creating a respectful partnership between each other. 

So that is what you will do. 

You became ambitious in your studies and etiquette lessons, making connections with other young ladies of high society as your own reputation grew. Instead of becoming known for being a spiteful and superficial noblewoman,  invitations to soirees, tea parties, and banquets arrived at your household every other day.

The Mad Dog of Macaluso became The Blossoming Flower of High Society. Despite the marriage proposals your household had received, none of the gentlemen in the Umbra Empire were as rich as Giovanni Lombardo, the grand duke and the male lead’s father. 

So, the marriage still happened; but you were not bothered by your new husband’s declaration on your wedding night that he would never have a child with you, citing that he found you unpleasant and nothing at all like his deceased wife as his tall frame towering over yours, his gray orbs glaring down at you with icy disdain. You stared at him for a moment before you smiled.

“No one can ever replace a loved one, and it is a relief to know that you do not care for me romantically, Your Grace. This is a situation that is beneficial only to my house, and the Emperor had forced you to select me because he was tired of hearing everyone talking about how his most trusted aide has refused to remarry since his wife’s passing six years ago during childbirth. Your son is your heir, so there is no need to have another child. If you would permit me, I would like to get to know him more. If you do not believe me, you can assign a servant to watch me interact with him and the rest of the staff. Is that acceptable?”

The baffled expression on the duke’s face at your words had been worth all the hard work you have placed into being a better side character that wouldn’t be killed in the novel’s third chapter. You would not disappoint him. 

You would prove to be a valuable partner and protect the male lead until it was time for you to leave the stage. 

Three years passed. You performed your duties as the duchess, overseeing the household and organizing any functions that were to be hosted in the duchy. When you weren’t doing paperwork in your private office or speaking to the head butler on how to improve the workplace and other matters, you spent time with the male lead. 

Alessandro was a sweet little darling, possessing his father’s shiny platinum silver tresses and his mother’s bright blue eyes that sparkled in delight when you praised him for doing so well in his studies with a big hug or a kiss on the cheek. He was precocious for a six-year-old, though he still could not understand why his Papa didn’t like Mama. Mama being you, even when you have had to gently correct him more than once that you are his stepmother, not his birth mother. 

“Some day when you are older, you will understand.” You said, resting your chin on top of his head as you carefully adjusted your grip around his middle. He liked to sit in your lap under the garden’s pagoda during tea time, and you saw no issue with it.  “Papa may not like me, but we love you. That will never change, and we only want the best for you.” You ran a hand through his hair, tucking a stray strand behind his ear. 

In the original work, he became obsessed with the female lead because he did not receive any love from his father and was abused by his stepmother. Her gentle demeanor, her kindness and loveliness triggered his desire to have her all to himself. He had even commissioned the construction of a human-sized golden cage so that he could keep the female lead by his side forever. 

Alessandro pouted. “But I don’t want to wait that long! Can’t you tell me now?”

You chuckled. “Good things come to those who wait, my dear. Believe it or not, being a grown-up can be hard in this big, scary world.”

“That’s impossible! Papa is super cool and can do so many things!”

“Yes, he is quite something, isn’t he? Now drink some tea or it will get cold.” 

What you did not realize at the time was that the duke had returned home early from work and went to search for you. The head maid had told him where you were, though the duke had not expected Alessandro to be with you in the garden. He heard what you said about him, and how you have come to accept that you will never be loved by him and it was not his son’s fault.  How affectionate you were with him, smiling and ruffling his hair while reminding him to pay attention to his arithmetic tutor because it was important for him to understand numbers because they were just as important as knowing all colors in a rainbow or which fork to use for salads. 

You had kept your promise to him. 

You did not demand his affections, prioritizing the duchy and his son’s wellbeing. You did not take any paramours nor spent more than the allowance you were given to shop for dresses and other accessories in the capital. You attended tea parties, and did not bring shame to his family name. You were a perfect wife. You were worthy.

Would you object to him spending time with his son as you do? Would you allow him to get close, to spoil you with gifts? Would you even consider the idea of giving Alessandro a younger sibling? It’s been too long, and he does have needs. 

Happy Mother's Day, guys~! :)

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yandere!rich boy with socialite!streamer!reader imagine

warnings: strong language, drug/alcohol usage, sexual references, fem!reader, subtle hints of obsessive thoughts, delusional thoughts, gaslighting/manipulation, masculine toxicity. minors dni.

Special thanks to @thatstrangesheep for helping me polish this draft to the best it can be, and @hotnbloodied for giving me inspiration when I least expected with their own piece revolving around a yandere!rich boy. I'll leave the link to their work here. Also thanks to @deathmetalunicorn1 for helping me find the right pic for this fic.

So with that being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy the show! :)

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The Everetts have been in charge of the high society hierarchy since the city’s foundation over two hundred years ago, becoming leaders in the steel industry and later other areas of business. Each member in this family has been successful, and they all had high expectations of their children as soon as they were able to go to school: become well-rounded in academics and sports, rub shoulders with the right people and never bring any shame to their legacy. 

Unfortunately, Sebastian Everett has already achieved the title of black sheep at twenty; indulging in casual sex, snorting white lines of crack in an attempt to drown out his grandfather’s boring-ass lectures and try to peek down the hot secretary’s too tight blouse. His stellar marks in Chemistry, Calculus, and other difficult subjects were his only saving grace from being disinherited. He knew how to apply himself. He just doesn’t feel the need to.

Is he immature and spoiled? Absolutely. Does he care? Not really. Why stress about it all, when trying to be perfect when it isn’t humanly possible? Life isn’t supposed to all work and no play. Yes, he's fucked up a lot. But hey, who hasn't at his age? Plus, no matter what he does or the career path he'll ultimately take, it will never be good enough. Not to his granddad, not to his parents, nobody. And you know what? He's fine with that. He's always managed to do well on his own without their help.

Now, imagine this insufferable bloke meeting you, a sweet little darling at one of the family’s annual galas. He knows who is who on the social scene, and this sheep’s family were rich and famous. Just not like him. The cherry on top is that he knows you’re faking it. Why? Because you attend the same university as he does, sharing only a couple of classes because your major is different from his own. You weren’t that special, and you certainly looked like you could loosen up a little. So being the nice guy he is, Sebastian swooped in with a smile and offered you something to help relax, preferably on the back veranda when no one usually hung out during happy hour.

To his surprise and embarrassment, you politely declined his offer before excusing yourself to join some other chicks that just showed up. The fuck? Did you seriously brush up a once-in-lifetime opportunity to hang out with the guy everyone wants to be their friend and amp up their social status? Yes, he knows he's an asshole but damn it this was an insult. Big time. 

He utilized the best tech team money could buy and had a list of your social media accounts in his room Monday morning. After all, there’s no better way to make someone so arrogant know their place in this city than trash their social media accounts. They are a fucking lifeline nowadays; one false move, one nasty little comment, and you were history, finished, forever chained to a part-time job at McDonald’s. God, he is a genius. He is great and yet he is humble. 

He looked through your Viewtube account and saw your most popular ones were either titled study with me or write with me for an hour, gentle piano music. University application advice or tips or capsule wardrobing was a close second. Wait, what? Writing vlogs? The fuck, what were you trying to be, the next Ernest Hemingway or some shit?

“Hey guys, it’s [Username] and welcome back to my channel. For those who are new here, welcome, welcome. I do all sorts of videos on here, so feel free to look around and see what tickles your fancy. In today’s content, I’ll be showing you the next part in my journey for querying an agent for my cozy fantasy novel that I’ve been working on for the last six months. 

I know it’s been a while since the last video, I apologize but things have gotten a little crazy in my corner of the world. All righty, so with that being said, today is ---- and let’s see if I got anything back from the querying letters I sent out. If you all wanna see how this whole crazy journey started, I’ll leave the link down below to the very first episode….”

Before Sebastian realized what was happening, he spent the entire morning watching your writing vlog series right up to the new episode. Holy shit. You were actually real and not fake?! He’s seen a lot of ViewTubers and scrolled through TikTok videos between classes. He knows if someone is putting on a pretty face and aesthetic to rake in the dough for their channel or ramp up the number of subscribers so they can have bragging rights when they reach over 100k. He’s got 500k and counting on his Instagram. 

But you’ve got almost 300k? Just for writing vlogs, fashion advice, and tips on university application processes?! And you started this channel almost two years ago?!

So how come you still rejected him? It didn’t make any sense! Wait, wait. What if he donated to your channel? I mean, you’re not broke or shit but previous posts have shown live-streaming write with me videos where all the donations go to a charity fundraiser to support reading programs? Or was it for an after-school lunch program? 

Whatever it is, he’ll pitch in. If there is a goal you need to meet, he’ll help out under an anonymous name. He can take his time, slowly winning over your trust and appreciation. You want a bigger studio? He can find one with just a phone call to a real estate agent. You need help finding a querying agent? No sweat. Give him a list and he’ll persuade them to give your manuscript a chance. He’s got the connections, the money, so much more than you could ever imagine. All he wants in exchange for his generosity is to take you out for some coffee. Who knows? Maybe he’ll reveal himself as a big fan of your blog, and you’ll finally realize what a great catch he is. 

Just don’t run away this time, okay?

To his surprise, you accepted the random invitation to a coffee date after class on the condition that there would be no casual sex involved. Just caffeine and conversation between two university students for a good hour, or until your next lecture starts. He learned that you had some baggage of your own too. You might not be as rich or as influential as his family, but your family had high expectations for you as well. They wanted you to stop indulging in your Viewtubing 'hobby' and start focusing on the real world.

Streaming content doesn't pay the bills. You are supposed to take over the family business someday. Either that or marry someone just as rich or if not richer and your spouse will take over. It's your choice in the end, just don't be an embarrassment.

After that, he took pity on you and asked if you wanted to hang out a bit more. As friends, of course. Maybe become something a little more if he played his cards right. It'll suck with no drugs and no hook-ups for a while, but his parents might give him just a tiny bit more freedom for 'dating' a picture-perfect girl, right? And this arrangement totally works out for you too!

He just didn't expect the plan to take almost six months to accomplish. You were stubborn all right, and definitely not a picture-perfect girl. What is easy for him is twice as hard for you, yet you were willing to put the effort in whatever assignment or task you had to do. Hell, even making your Viewtube content takes a lot of time because everything has to be perfect, from the lighting and sound to your makeup.

Is it possible to fall more in love with someone than he already is with you? 'Cause he didn't think that being sober and being in your company gave him the best fuckin' high he didn't think was possible.

When the two of you decided to go together at the McGregor’s spring gala, dressed to the nines and playing nice with the other big-wigs, Sebastian thought his family would actually approve of you and know you’re the reason he’s turned over a new leaf.

Alas, they weren’t happy. They were pissed. So were your folks. And just like a scene outta Romeo and Juliet, two star-crossed lovers were separated, forbidden from ever seeing each other again because of their parents. In this modern adaptation, it was due to the high expectations they’ve placed on their children.

“Seb, how could you? I thought you were seeing Marc’s little girl! You remember her, don’t you? We introduced you to each other last month, she goes to same campus as you! Her family is practically a cornerstone in the city’s medical care system! She is going to be a cardiac surgeon. A surgeon for Christ’s sake, and you’re with a streamer? I gave you one simple job, find a worthy fiancée! But even you can’t get that right!” His father grumbled as he pulled him by the arm towards the opposite end of the ballroom.

His mother was right beside him, squeezing his hand with her jeweled one and cooing in his ear.

“Oh honey, [First Name] is a lovely girl but we know you can do so much better than her! She’s not like us. You know that, right? Do you want our family to fall into ruins? To lose our comfortable lifestyle?”

But all Sebastian could feel was his heart plummeting into his stomach as he saw your figure become smaller and smaller, until you vanished completely from his line of sight. No.

No, no, no! This isn’t fair! He’s been good, he’s clean and he hasn’t fucked around with anyone ever since you two started dating! WHY CAN’T YOU LET US BE HAPPY TOGETHER, YOU ASSHOLES?!

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Content: Eyeless Jack HC's

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, he chains you to the bed without permission but asks permission for everything else, cannibalism. Viewer discretion is advised. Minors stay away.

Notes: Inspired by my Toby list, and the song I LOVE YOU HOE (w/ 9lives) by Odetari.

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(Art by Kageniec on DeviantArt)

❥General

First lets nail down his personality, it'll make this easier for all of us.

Jack is normally portrayed as a quiet and reserved guy, normally sticking to the shadows and observing.

It's hard to befriend him, he doesn't normally associate with anybody regularly, he's just kind of...around. He'll patch up other creeps and join in on movie nights, but he'll likely not say anything. You'll also never catch him without his mask.

If you see black splotches on the floor, that's Jack.

He does have a mating season, but I think nobody really knows about it. If he's not in his lab, then he's locked away in his room.

He's very territorial about his things. If you take something of his, he will track you down and get it back.

He's a big gloomy demon that wants nothing to do with the world (other than harvesting organs).

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❥Romantic

First things first, this will not be a healthy or normal relationship by any means. With that in mind, continue on lovelies (TW's are posted in the warnings above).

Jack is normally pretty good at finding out when new people enter the mansion. He doesn't like, sense them or anything, but he's just very observant.

He's also pretty introverted and quiet, so he's not really gonna say anything to you or come up to you first, you're gonna have to do that.

I feel like he's the kind of person that would have to even consider someone to be friends for a while before even thinking about romance. You don't have to be a demon, you could honestly be anything.

If you manage to befriend him, he'll act like a cat. He'll find some obscure thing he thinks you'll like and either leave it at your bedroom door, or quickly slip it to you before walking away. He might not talk to you so much, but that's okay. He's like that with everybody.

I think you'd only be able to romance him through cheesy pickup lines. At first he despises them and thinks you're messing with him. But then he grows to like them.

Eventually he becomes so attached to it that it becomes his favorite part of the day. He'll come seek you out bump into you in the day so he can talk to you and maybe pry out a pickup line or two from you.

He becomes so into it that he might actively become territorial over you, and try to limit your interactions, which would limit the chances of you giving others pickup lines.

This would be around the time he mght try to romance you himself. Aside from staring (?) at you longingly from across the room, he would attempt to court you by bringing you flowers. No one knows where he got them from. He'd compliment you and go so far as to run his hand through your hair or place his arm around your shoulders if you'd let him.

He'd eventually grow impatient with trying to hint at you, and would straight up tell you he likes you.

As he warms up to you, he'll be a little more chatty, and would drag you into the shadows with him

He's territorial, and only feels safe with you talking to the other creeps when he's standing next to you. If he's not next to you, don't think about it. It can be a little isolating if he's not with you in the mansion.

Would try to make you move into his room once the relationship has gone on for a while. When you do move in, he installs cameras so he can see you when he's away on his harvest missions.

Might instill a curfew for you to be in the room, and always knows if you don't make that curfew.

If you two have a fight about his possessive and obsessive behavior, his excuse is that he's lost everyone else since his transformation, and he's scared of losing you. This is true, but he also saying it so you don't break up with him. It works, and you comfort him.

I don't think he'd show you his face until he hits his first mating season with you. Before it happens, his behavior would be dialed up to 11, and you'd have fights about it. During those fights is when he'd tell you about his upcoming mating season.

It's a heat cycle for him that lasts a few months every year (spring), and he lays down the law for you. You're his mate, so he's going to be protective over other competition and want you to listen to him 24/7. When the season starts, he'll want you 24/7.

With your permission, he'd mate you. During sex, if you'd asked him to take off his mask, he would do so. He'll kiss you to claim you, then move to your neck to begin biting and sucking hickies into your neck.

His mating season really amps him up, and so he'll eventually tie you to the bed. Whether that be by rope, cuffs, twine, anything really, he doesn't care. He'll chain you there until his cycle is over so no other creep can take you.

He still makes sure the sex is consensual, and if you tell him no he will back off. It's hard for him, but he'll step into his bathroom to take care of himself.

When he lets you go, you'll get into a fight about what he did. His excuse is, again, losing you and his mating cycle heightening everything. It works again, and you stay with him despite it.

He'll get into the habit of taking off his mask when it's just you two in his room. That way, he knows nobody will barge in.

He likes to cuddle too, but this man is fucking cold. He likes curling up in your side, because you're just so warm...

He likes putting his head on your chest to hear your heartbeat when you cuddle too. Part of it is his cannibalistic desire to consume you so nobody really can take you away, but part of it is a reminder that you're still alive, something he doesn't plan on changing soon.

Jack is a cannibal, and you need to remember that and keep track of his food stores, especially around his mating season. Otherwise, he might just get hungry and begin to devour you alive and not realize it until he's done.

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Obsession

Staring out from the sixth floor, Ignored the latch on my door, For locks are for bureaucrats, And latches you know to crack,

The window is open now. You’re up in my room, somehow, I haven’t been home in days, So you’ve taken up your stay.

You should know that you’re obsessed, But you’ll never quite confess, To inviting yourself in, Getting lost in my linens.

Your girlish nature is gone, In the dark, singing your songs, To candleless devotion, You’d light wicks in the ocean.

Your spindling hands on my dress, Wish I was in it or less. But the fabric has gone cold, And now it’s just my scent you hold.

You should know that you’re insane. But I’ll play your childish games. Because I know that you’re there, Wandering around, skin laid bare.

It’s a hot-blooded affair, Though you say that it’s not fair, That I think I don’t want you, But even that isn’t true.

You have faith for a mirage, It’s personal sabotage. You are a creature creeping, Like I don’t know you’re peeping.

You should know that you’re deranged. Such a sickness can’t be changed. But you don’t want to repent, Each move worth the time you spent.

You find lies that comfort you. Wish I could tell you the truth. My truth is a lie as well, It’s a curse we can’t dispel.

And yet you lie in my bed, Wishing I had lain my head, Settled next to you a while, Gave an inch, you took a mile.

You should know that you’re senseless. And that I know you’re breathless, Rolling in my silken sheets, Head filled with your thoughts of me.

“One more night,” you say aloud, “She’ll come home and I’ll be found.” I’ve always known that you’re there. You’ve always been within my snare.

I’ve got you caught and found out. And yet you haven’t a doubt, That I have not an idea, No knowledge of mania.

You should know that you’re bizarre. You should have checked in the stars. Under the moonlight I’m here, Lust and bloodlust mix in fear.

From Downstairs

From downstairs, I can see you hide. From downstairs, I can hear your lies. From downstairs, I know you want me. From downstairs, I know you can’t sleep.

I’m a stalker, but so are you. When I am watching, you watch too. Am I a killer or in love? Both come with bodies I dream of.

From your window, you are watching. From your window, you’ve seen nothing. From your window, I see instead. From your window, into your head.

You can’t see, but you know I’m there. It’s suspense that you cannot bear. You just want to call out to me. Where you and I can simply “be.”

From your room, I’ll consume your mind. From your room, I’ll make you all mine. From your room, you’ll want me so much. From your room, you’ll die in my clutch.

I just want to be yours alone. And our love be frozen in stone. A story told for all of time. Another night I make you mine.

From our home, and yes, it is ours. From our home, I’ll watch for hours. From our home, I know you see me. From our home, I want you to see.

Like this, we circle each other. Like predators and like lovers. I am the hunter and hunted. I know this is what you wanted.

From these walls, I haunt while you dream. From these walls, I’m watching you sleep. From these walls, you’ve tried to patch holes. From these walls, you always find more.

I'm watching you as you watch me. And we are both just out of reach. But if we set the hunt to end, Would we ever be more than friends?

From my window, I can see you there. From my window, you’re making it fair. From my window, you return favors. From my window, come be my savior.

You’re a stalker, but so am I. Only the stars will hear our cries. Whether a killer or in love, It's your body I'm thinking of.

HHHHHHH THIS THIS THIS

Gonna throw up If I can't talk about them-

Bunch of Aiden analysis under the cut because he's just SO OBSESSED CODED AND NOBODY TALKS ABOUT IT 😭 (I will be very weird about it)

The way it's so doomed from the start. He's already so fascinated by her. It's in the little jump he does when she sits in front of him, like a secret they're both in on, like her sitting in front of him is some obscure way of her inviting him into a conversation.

Why is he like this (not positive but not negative either)

He has such a cocktail of personality traits and, most certainly, mental disorders, and his own history that makes it so, when he's in love, that it WILL blow up in his face.

The fact that he's been homeschooled for his entire life- he has no idea. HE DOESNT EVEN KNOW. He doesnt realize that its not normal. of course he doesn't :( His parents obviously leave him alone for long stretches of time and he doesn't seem to mind this. He hasn't had the chance to develop his social skills at all-

It's why he's so, let's be real, creepy. Ash makes it very clear she's not interested and he just keeps worming his way into her life. He plots so that she'll go on the field trip, he follows her around, he goes to her fucking house on the first day. LIKE, HELLO? RED FLAG?

He's having evil thoughts here I swear 💀

And already so quickly after meeting her he makes Ash his priority. He asks to sit next to her, he engages and makes an effort to talk to her. Tries to joke around with her. Gives her a nickname. Touches her. He's so touchy.

And defends her!!! When Tyler gets pissed at Ash, he honestly goes off on him even tho he KNOWS Ash can defend herself- and he's so...dark about it. There's a threat hidden behind his words. He's MAD here, right? Tell me I'm not crazy, please-

He also very clearly has violence on the forefront of his mind 💀 He's the first one to actively attack the phantoms; not to defend himself, not to defend somebody else (well, he pulls Ash out of the way), but for fun. And he's disappointed when they don't scream. He's sadistic, he likes causing pain, it's something he relishes in.

I mean look at how he smiles!!! None of the other kids have such an...active ENJOYMENT in fighting the phantoms, but for Aiden, it's almost like he finds relief in it, some way to vent out his frustrations. He's eager for a fight, for a thrill.

That's how Aiden sustains himself, he pretty much operates under "I'm here for a good time, not a long time." Everything he does gives him a boost of adrenaline, no matter the consequences. He got into a fight? Eh, who cares about all the bruises, at least it got his blood rushing. Broke a bone while doing parkour or smth? Whatever, the way his stomach dropped when he was falling as totally worth it.

It's a very dangerous mentality to live with, obviously. He's an adrenaline junkie. He's an addict. More than anything else, Aiden wants something that makes him feel alive.

And what makes you feel more alive than love?

Like not to minimise or anything but he's known her for like. 2-3 months- and he's already SO scared of losing her. Like I just don't think he would have had this type of reaction with anybody else besides Ben. He would have absolutely lost his shit if Ash 'died'.

He's a straight up love junkie. He's obsessive. Nothing beats the high love can give you. It overrules everything else. If Ash (or whoever he's interested in) feels bad because of smth, he's done with it.

He LIKED dying. He LIKED the adrenaline rush. But he won't do it again. Not because he had some realization that he didn't want to die, that he still wanted to live and do things, but because Ash was upset. Because this, this rush of care from her part, the way she was so scared of him dying that she was shaking, nothing could fill the hole in his heart better than that. And now that he has a taste for it, he won't let go easy. He will keep on living- if it means Ash will be by his side.

Which is a very dangerous position to put her in. Ash already feels responsible for her friends, and she doesn't even know that Aiden has "put" his life in her hands, not that it's her responsibility, because it isn't, but she will certainly feel responsible if Aiden does something FOR her.

Like He's so fucking obsessed and he doesn't even realize it- like look at how he sees her 😭 THE HEAVENLY GLOOOOOOW, LIKE SHES AN ANGEL AND HE THINKS SHE CAN SAVE HIM. BABY SHE CANT, YOU HAVE TO SAVE YOURSELF.

He could spiral so fucking bad. He could do some absolutely heinous things. Because he just doesn't know. He doesn't know how to love truly, yet. For him love really is that rush of adrenaline, the knife carving out his heart, he could be putty in her hands, or her executioner. This love that can be so obsessive, that he NEEDS it to function, like its water, like its the air he breathes. Its a compulsion, a fixation, a longing that burrows into your very soul. Ash doesn't even know what she's getting herself into-

Godddddd, it makes me so sick/ pos, it's SO FUCKING INTERESTINGGGGGG. I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

I literally cannot function around this drawing 🫠

The. The hand. That way he's grabbing her. He's pulling her back. Towards HIM. like "this is mine. And I'm not sharing." And that little fucking look in his eyes, he just looks SO fucking pleased with himself. And Ash looks so...resigned. they're so doomed-coded, i love them so bad.

I don't know how I was supposed to NOT make a killer au, when he's just...like that around her.

Love is a wonderful thing. But love is also cruel, it is vicious, it is possessive and obsessive, and it will leave carnage in its wake.

Romantic love is an obsession. It possesses you. You lose your sense of self. You cannot stop thinking about another human being. -Helen Fisher

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yandere!ceo with villainess!reader scenario [part two]

warnings: implied infidelity, implication of obsessive thoughts or love, workplace toxicity, non consensual surveillance.

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Hey guys, and welcome to part two of my new original yandere oc x series, featuring the good-looking prick and CEO of his family's conglomerate, Yeo Jung-Hwa.

This is a collaboration between me and the incredibly talented @deathmetalunicorn1. Special thanks to @pinkgoldweebgirl for their honest feedback on the earlier drafts of this project and @impeakcharacterdesign for being my beta-reader for the final draft.

I definitely was not expecting such positive feedback on the first part in less than a week, so thank you all for reblogging, liking, and commenting your thoughts on it, they really made some of my more stressful days in the medical field a little brighter :)

Also, if the lofi vibes nor are the clothes written in here aren’t your thing, feel free to insert whatever is your preferred interior theme and fashion/clothing style.

So with that being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy the drama being unfolded on the stage.

Part one

Yeo Jung-Hwa was unhappy with the series of events that had occurred at the office. Hyueng Mun-Hee had bursted into his office with tears streaming down her bright red face, sobbing about how she cannot stand being bullied by the team manager of her department any longer. Who was the team manager?

You. His fiancee. The woman he must marry. A promise between his father and yours that would be beneficial to everyone involved - everyone except him. Wasn’t he entitled to experience pure joy of being loved and in love? To be with someone who wasn’t tiresome and annoyed him all the time? 

Meeting Hyeung Mun-Hee had felt like seeking the sky for the first time. She was a breath of fresh air to his stifling world. Hearing your most recent act of cruelty towards her had been the final straw. And like any self-respecting CEO, he texted the CFO to look into it before all hell had broken loose. He was receiving emails from the managers of all the other departments left and right, all with the same attachment. Botched up documents. And the one who had sent it was none other than Hyeung Mun-Hee. 

But he didn’t believe it at first.

 He truly thought it was another underhanded trick you had created to get Hyeung Mun-Hee fired because that’s exactly the sort of person you are to him; a dishonest, greedy, arrogant woman whose saving grace as a human being is an excellent work ethic. Once he had calmed his darling, drying her tears with his handkerchief, he marched into the Finance Department and demanded answers from you as soon as he got off of the phone with his panicked CFO. Instead of apologizing for what you did, you explained how Hyeung Mun-Hee made mistakes and you gave her a chance to fix them, but she did not correct them. She completed the required training. She knows how to calculate and make spreadsheets, so why is she pushing her work onto others? 

More importantly, you fixed her mistakes and sent out the correct ones to the other departments. Everything has been resolved, but you wanted Hyeung Mun-Hee to attend the company’s financial seminars to ensure that this embarrassing incident does not happen again. As much as he despised you, every point you made was correct…especially after he retreated to his office and compared the budget allocations on his monitors; Hyeung Mun-Hee’s on the left and yours on the right. The numbers in his darling’s work were completely off, and they could have cost the company hundreds of thousands if the situation hadn’t been resolved. 

He was certain that it was sheer dumb luck. 

Just because you had prevented a major internal disaster from occurring doesn’t mean he would ever look at you as he looked at Hyeung Mun-Hee. In a cesspool filled with hypocrites and liars, his darling is a breath of fresh air. Pure, kind-hearted, committed. Loving. So many qualities you lacked. Yet is it all that it seems? He thought, sitting alone in his home office late at night. If Hyeung Mun-Hee made these mistakes, why didn’t she just admit it instead of coming to me? 

He wanted to believe she was telling the truth, yet the proof is right there on his computer. Like his predecessors, he needed to take on the responsibility of a leader and make sure that the conglomerate’s integrity remained intact. However, he also desired to shelter his darling from the world’s cruelty. Remove her from the department and secretly marry her so that they could be together at last. He is selfish, but he has the right to bask in his own happiness. Unlike some people.

Well, if he can’t outright get the truth from you…then he’ll just have to call in a favor from a certain someone in the underworld. The person in question could set up cameras in your bedroom by slipping in and out of your estate as a groundskeeper or pest control and no one would be the wiser. He could do it for a price and make sure that nothing could be traced back to him. The last thing Yeo Jung-Hwa wanted is to be arrested for illegally filming someone without their consent.

Not when this is an opportunity to sever ties with you completely, once and for all. 

Two days later, he received an email and an attachment. When he clicked on it, four camera angles appeared on his desktop. All of them were in your room. But is this really your room? He expected it to be clean with sleek, wooden floors covered by monochrome carpeting and a walk-in closet filled to the brim with extravagant clothes, shoes, purses that she wouldn’t wear twice in her life. The uninspiring minimalist bougie interior design that is being coveted amongst the upper classes. Your taste was much more comforting. It appeared cozy, with soft lighting and warm blankets. 

Strings of fairy lights strung up across the ceiling.  A full bookshelf was near the bed. The floor was decorated with knitted ottomans and candles.  You lit them all back up as soon as you returned from the company, much later in the evening and when he was in his home office, cradling a cup of black coffee. 

You disappeared into the back for a moment, returning in a two-piece fleece loungewear with mushrooms and plants on them. Something he had expected to see Hyeung Mun-Hee dressed in, but not you. Were you trying to copy his lover’s tastes so he would pay attention to you? How shameless!

When he flipped the audio on the cameras, he expected to hear snide remarks about Hyeung Mun-Hee or see you talking to someone on the phone about sabotaging the new project coming up soon so that you would take all the credit. Instead, you were…shopping on a furniture site?

“I don’t need another bookcase, or it’ll look too cluttered. I can’t get any more potted plants either. I’ve already done enough renovations here to make it cozy and relaxing. What about…a salt thingy? What’s it called?” You typed a few words in the search engine, [Eye Color] irises brightening in realization. “Oh right, Himalayan salt lamp! That’s not a terrible price for this one! And yarn. I need more yarn to complete that gift for Caretaker Lee’s birthday. Speaking of which, I could work on that tonight. Give my eyes a break from staring at screens all damned day.” You scooted over to the edge of the bed, pulling one drawer outward. You then reached inside, removing knitting needles, yarn and dark red clumps of something. You put on headphones and began to knit.  

You, the proud and arrogant Park Seo-yun, was knitting. 

You didn’t move from that spot at all, completely focused on your project when a knock came from the bedroom door. A fleeting, fearful look appeared on your face before you frantically shoved all of your materials back in the drawer, sputtering to wait one moment that you weren’t decent before putting on a bored expression, scrolling through your phone and reclining back like a lazy cat. You told them to come in, and an elderly woman in an apron walked in with a wooden tray filled with assorted foodstuff, carefully setting it down on one of the ottomans. 

“Thank you for preparing my midnight snack, Caretaker Lee. I’m sorry it’s been such an inconvenience while I’m reviewing these documents for tomorrow.” You said with a smile. Caretaker Lee shook her head, walking over to your bed. You scooted over so she wouldn’t fall over the edge (presumably, because this entire situation is bizarre to Yeo Jung-Hwa), and she sat down. She smiled down at you, stroking the top of your head.

“This humble one is honored to serve the Park family, especially the hard-working young miss. It cannot be easy, with the current circumstances. Young miss…please forgive me for speaking outright…but are you certain about going through with this engagement? It seems that you have never spent any time with him outside of working at his conglomerate, and any time he has is spent with someone else.”

Yeo Jung-Hwa expected you to hit her, to punish Caretaker Lee for speaking out of turn and to mind her own business. Instead, you stared at her for a long moment, wide-eyed and mouth  slightly parted…before your lips curled into a melancholy smile, eyes softening. 

“I thank you for your concern, Caretaker Lee. But this is an engagement between my father and the conglomerate’s predecessor. It’s not something that can be broken off so easily with benefits for both parties.” You said. “This is the price to be part of the elite. To sacrifice your happiness for the sake of business.” You then leaned forward, pulling Caretaker Lee into a hug. “It’ll be okay, really. I’m Park Seo-yun. I can take care of myself. And you should be in bed. You’ve got a long drive to see your grandchildren tomorrow morning. Enjoy the weekend, and I’ll see you on Monday.” 

“But-”

“I’ll bring the tray down the kitchen when I’m finished.”

“Miss-”

“Nope.” 

You then shooed her out of the room, telling Caretaker Lee to send your mother a text as soon as she got to her destination. The old woman smiled sheepishly, wishing you good night and asked you to not stay up too late. Once she was out of the room and the door was closed, you walked back to the bed, shoulders sagging and suddenly looking incredibly tired before you fell face first onto the blankets, legs dangling from the edge. You remained like that for a moment, then picked yourself up and curled up your lower body, grabbing one of the blankets and putting it over your legs. You retrieved your hidden supplies, resuming your knitting, taking five minute breaks in between to eat from the tray. Three more hours passed until you decided to call it a night, blowing out the candles and switching the fairy lights to a lower setting before disappearing into the bathroom. You came back out, grabbed the tray, and vanished. 

This isn’t real. It can’t be real. You are a haughty, greedy woman who could care less about commoners, much less servants. You love shopping at boutiques and only want the best of the best in anything. Even in an arranged marriage. He could never be happy with someone like you. 

But is all of that true? A nasty little voice in the back of Yeo Jung-Hwa’s mind hissed. Those were rumors created by other women who weren’t pleased that they weren’t good enough to marry you. Park Seo-yun is a stranger to you. You never bothered to know nor care to. Why would you when you have someone you love, Hyeung Mun-Hee?

He didn’t need to, and the fact that he wanted to know the truth about you of all people terrified him. He’s not supposed to care, not to be curious or even concerned about your well-being.  This was a strategic engagement, not one born out of mutual affection. He has a role to play in this world after all. 

Three weeks had passed since he had the cameras installed, and all Yeo Jung-Hwa had discovered or even learned is that you were a completely different person in your home than at the office. 

You work Monday through Fridays, always on time and never staying late unless it was necessary. You returned to your family estate late on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursdays because there was a spinning class at the company gym after your shift on those days. Friday evenings were spent in either your room, holed up and completely focused on knitting or doing something else that helped relax you. If you were staying up late, the servants would provide a midnight snack for you. The portions increased on the days you were at the gym, alluding that you possessed an enormous appetite due to a high metabolism instead of being a glutton as Hyeung Mun-Hee has told him time and time again.  You talked to yourself when you were alone, or at least your thoughts before making a decision on something. When he remotely hacked into your laptop to see if he could find any evidence of foul play there, he saw your browsing history contained only decoration aesthetics ideas, healthier snacks to eat at night, local beginner yoga instructors, and shopping at small businesses on Crafty plus one or two high-end boutiques for business casual outfits. Nothing incriminating on any level whatsoever. But he was not going to let you off of the hook that easily. 

At work he ignored you entirely, focusing his attention on Hyeung Mun-Hee and blocked your calls so that he didn’t have to talk to you outside of business hours. There was not a single text message or voicemail from you on his cellphone when he unblocked your number yesterday morning after coming into the office. Understandably frustrated and cranky from a lack of proper sleep, he decided to change the deadline for the quarterly income statements and the inspections of the company’s financial software, including reinforcing the firewalls and ensuring there was no fraudulent activity in the company’s transactions to Monday morning. 

With this amount of work, he was absolutely certain that it would be your slip-up. That you’d push your assigned tasks to Hyeung Mun-Hee so you could keep working on your knitting projects. Today is Saturday, and you left your house at seven o’clock to go to the office. You stayed awake until midnight typing away on your company laptop, looking over spreadsheets while talking to the head of IT on speaker, arranging a test run on the firewalls on Sunday evening. 

Instead of helping the team prepare for everything to be finished at the beginning of the week, Hyeung Mun-Hee was sitting across from him inside a coffee shop, beaming and utterly happy that they were finally out on a date after not being on one for so long, she was getting worried about him. Well…perhaps. Yeo Jung-Hwa glanced down at the shopping bags by their feet. They had gone to trendy high end streets and luxury department stores earlier this morning, with Hyeung Mun-Hee desiring…no, more like insisting that she had at least eight new work outfits so that she would represent his company properly as a team member of the Finance Department. 

If that’s true, then why are you here using my black card to shop instead of working at the office? He thought behind a smile as his supposed lover’s words went from one ear and out the other. If you were here with him, he’d probably have been more accepting of indulging in your vices and insisting on paying for everything instead of you, even when you were just as wealthy as he is. 

“I’m sure that you will find out why Park Seo-yun is acting so suspiciously!” Hyeung Mun-Hee said in a hushed voice. “I can’t believe you are even associated with such a vile person.She can’t get away with talking down to others like that! She may be rich, but she doesn’t know how to truly appreciate what she has right now!” She giggled. “It’s funny, isn’t it? She has everything, but she still clings to your engagement like a sad puppy! If she truly loves you, then she should have convinced her father to call everything off so that you can be happy. But the rich think differently I guess, right?” 

His smile tightened. “Perhaps.” He said, languidly sipping the java chip mocha frappuccino that she bought for him even though he preferred to have his coffee black with no sugar and he’s told her this little tidbit many times. “She is extravagant, but you also have luxurious taste, Hyeung Mun-Hee.” 

He watched her eyes widen in surprise and embarrassment, sputtering for a moment before she asked. “W-What are you saying, Yeo Jung-Hwa? You know me! If I had been given a choice to meet up, I would have chosen the downtown area so you could try the street vendors I’ve been talking about!”

And risk my health by getting food poison from reused cooking oil, poorly washed utensils, and ingesting noodles that are too greasy or salty? Absolutely not. He thought with slight irritation. 

“Maybe, but we both know that we must be discreet in our interactions, as I’ve told you before.That’s why I suggested we come here, but instead of sampling delicious foods at the restaurants I recommended, you wanted to come here instead after shopping.  If I remember correctly, your department is supposed to be presenting a big project on Monday. Why are you here, shopping to your hearts’ content instead of being at the office and helping out the team?”

“W-Why should I be there?” Hyeung Mun-Hee countered, bolting up from her seat as she stared at him in shock. “If I go there, Park Seo-yun will harass me! I can’t work in an environment like that! I did those seminars she  told me to do and passed the tests! Can’t I enjoy a day off?!” Fat tears began to build up behind her hazel eyes. “I’ve been working hard enough!”

But you are the one who is putting in the overtime needed to finish the job. You are leading the team to do what needs to be done. Hyeung Mun-Hee is just enjoying the perks of being by his side. Have you eaten lunch yet? Perhaps he can stop by somewhere that allows take-out and bring some to your office under the excuse that he needs to get some work done as well.  Dinner too, perhaps? 

“ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME, YEO JUNG-HWA?!”

He glared at her. “Sit down, Hyeung Mun-Hee.” He hissed, displeased that her shrill voice had attracted unwanted attention from customers who were either sitting at tables or waiting on orders to finish up at the pick-up area. “Finish your drink, and take a taxi back to the city, to your home.”

“It’s still early in the day, we haven’t been out in a while!”

“And I’m tired from the shopping. I don’t need to see what you bought because I already have seen them all at the shops.” He replied tersely. “I need to stop by the office and take care of a few things at the office before I need to go home.” 

Hyeung Mun-Hee’s face is a dark shade of purple. Consumed by anger, her mouth hung open, on the brink of another explosive tantrum, as the coffee shop door swung open, exposing its next patron. You.  

You stepped up to the pick-up area, looking at the various drinks with a pensive expression before waving down a barista. “Excuse me.” You said. “I’m here to pick up a mobile order for several drinks under Park. When will they be ready? I need to hurry back to the office with caffeine for my employees or things are going to get ugly.” The  handbag hung from your wrist as you fished out your phone, presumably showing the online order to the young man. He looked at you before smiling at you. 

“We’ll have it done in just a moment, ma’am.”

Is it wrong for Yeo Jung-Hwa to desire the bright smile you gave to that insignificant commoner when you did not know he was here with Hyeung Mun-Hee?

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yandere!Alastor with Violet Evergarden!reader scenario

Warning: obsessive behavior, implied violence, implied emotional and physical abuse, implied brainwashing, knowledge based on spoilers from the first two episodes of the 2024 series.

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Hey guys, welcome back to another Hazbin Hotel fic, starring Hell's one and only Radio Demon, Alastor! This is a collaborative piece written with @isuckatwritingsobenice, whom I share a mutual adoration for Violet Evergarden, the anime and titular character who is in my humble opinion, one of the best written female protagonists I have seen in anime.

As always, bullying is not tolerated here. If you have nothing nice to say, please do not say it. Furthermore, if you believe the warnings listed above will make you uncomfortable, please leave now.

For those who have decided to stay, sit back, relax, and let's see what's going for tonight's broadcast :)

Alastor is someone who thrives on entertainment and chaos. Seeing the scourge of Hell striving to redeem themselves in Charlie’s hotel, only to fail as soon as they gave into the vices they’ve been trying to cure themselves of? That’s the only reason he agreed to help the princess with her passion project. He needed some inspiration after lacking it for so many decades! 

When you had arrived at the hotel with nothing except the clothes on your back and a suitcase that protected your precious Remington typewriter, the Radio Demon would not deny that he was amused to see a sinner who actually saw his advertisement on the television. After all, no one was taking Charlie seriously, and who would? Apparently you did, but for a different reason: you were looking for a job, a purpose. You said so in the interview, and you were willing to learn. When Vagatha asked what would be considered a flaw in your work ethic, you took off your leather gloves and showed her and Charlie  the alloy prosthetics that acted as your new limbs after losing them in the war.

Why you still had them and why your appearance was wholly human, you did not know. Would this be considered a flaw? You were not sure either. You are still learning about modern technology, especially the handheld devices called cell phones. 

Although the staff was in dire need of someone who could advertise the Hazbin Hotel on the Internet, the princess found something you could do and might be adequate at: gardening. More specifically, being the hotel’s groundskeeper. Someone who can maintain the hotel’s outward appearance and make sure the hell-grass or weeds don’t  get too out of control. You stood up from your seat, feet planted together and saluted Charlie, promising that you will do your best in a monotone voice.

The poor dear did get a little flustered from your actions, but Vagatha did not seem to mind, asking you to follow her upstairs so that she could show you your new room and give you the key. Your first day will be tomorrow. 

Oh, this will be fun~! Alastor thought with a wide grin. Someone new to antagonize and fall into the fiery pits of failure! Husk was starting to bore him anyway. 

And he was not disappointed. 

He saw you struggle with holding a garden spade, laying down carpets of fresh grass neatly without trying to crush it between your prosthetic limbs, carrying fertilizer and what flowers to plant! These entertaining events happened within the first week of being here. Is he sorry that his shadows purposely swapped the fertilizer bags and replaced the seed bags to plant roses with rat bait? Absolutely not! 

The more chaos that he created, the more entertained he will be. The anticipation to see you crumble from the pressure and expectations of dear Vagatha and Charlie is almost palpable, he couldn’t wait! 

However, you were not someone who gave up as easily as he hoped you would. 

You kept showing up every day at the exact time, and worked in the garden until Niffty had to drag you inside to have lunch. Then you stayed outside for a bit longer, making sure everything was ready for the following day. You even tried to help out in the kitchen, though you were still struggling to properly hold a knife and chop up vegetables for his jambalaya or cracking eggs in a bowl to help Niffty bake a cake at nine o’clock in the evening because she was bored and wanted something sweet. 

You carried heavy crates of liquor for Husk and even massaged his temples when he complained of a headache. When you discreetly switched out the liquor in his booze for water one time he held a grudge against you for pulling that stunt for almost a week. He eventually forgave you by preparing a Shirley Temple on the house after you politely rejected a whiskey on the rocks because you did not drink alcohol. 

Sir Pentious, the wannabe overlord, was utterly fascinated with your prosthetic limbs and had asked you to let him examine them. That comment earned him a low, menacing growl from Vagatha, spear in hand. The Egg Bois seemed to like you well enough that they tried to help you out in the garden when all they really did was make your job a bit harder. You still thanked them anyway. 

Angel Dust tried to take you shopping for a new wardrobe since you always wore the same outfit every day, but his definition of fashion bordered on risque and flaunting his assets. You were not here to flaunt your appearance, you were here to work, but you thanked him anyway. When he came back to the hotel, staggering inside on wobbly legs and his face covered in black-blue bruises, you were the one who caught him and helped him settle on a table as Husk pulled out a first aid kit. You allowed Angel to put all four of his arms around you and cry on your shoulders, carefully placing your skeletal prosthetics around his back. 

How is it that a single sinner could empathize with everyone here except him? 

This singular thought, this curious idea, is what motivated Alastor to find out more about you. And there is no else in Hell who can spill the tea on someone as accurately as his dear friend Rosie. 

A trip to Cannibal Colony was in order~!  So he did go there, proclaiming he’ll be back before dinner and ignoring Vagatha’s cursing as well as the princess trying to calm down her short-tempered lover. 

As it turned out, he had heard about you, it’s just that the topic in question did not interest him at the time. Rosie conjured up some old newspaper clippings, pointing at the image of you fighting against an exorcist in hand-to-hand combat during the Extermination. This article had been written five years ago, and the one before that? Three years ago. It seemed like you were simply at the wrong place at the wrong time, and you fought back because that is what your life had been before; surrounded by violence, vanquishing enemy forces when they crossed your path. Yet when you did make an appearance, everyone in Hell clamored for any scraps of information. Anything to find out who is the mysterious sinner who looked like a human and could rip off an exorcist’s head bare-handed. 

Now, you were staying at the hotel trying to put whatever remained of your afterlife together. That is your true purpose and now the Radio Demon knew. 

Alastor thanked Rosie for the information and the company, leaving Cannibal Colony in a merry mood. Everything was in place. Everything made perfect sense now.

If you were looking for a way to be useful in his newest project, he can make that happen. All he needs to do is nudge you in the right direction without Charlie and Vagatha around.

They are adorable when they are taking turns being a guard dog around you, you sweet little darling~. 

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