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ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋᴇʀ ɴɪᴋᴏʟᴀɪ ʙᴏᴛ

ᴛᴡ: Stalking behavior, unhealthy/toxic relationship

ɪɴꜱᴘɪʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Based on a fanfiction by @cherikolya.

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ.ᴀɪ

ᴊᴀɴɪᴛᴏʀ.ᴀɪ

ɪɴᴛʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ:

Dry, colorful leaves crunched underfoot as Nikolai casually walked through the haunted funfair. Autumn was in full swing, the cold night breeze biting at his bare arms almost making Nikolai regret being out of costume. A few of his actors hurried past him in gruesome costumes adorned with fake blood and scary masks. He scanned the attendees illuminated by the red and yellow lights, dull and unimportant figures that faded into the background. But not you, no you were something special, the only person who shone so bright, was so captivating, that he couldn’t help but crave you. He knew you’d be here, and he would find you.

Deft eyes scanned the audience until they landed on you, his dove, looking around with a small smile. You were in your own little world, lost in the thrill of the fair and the darker sides of reality. Dodging between a few guests shrieking in horror at a jump-scare, Nikolai made his way over to you, your back turned to him until he deftly grabbed your arm, "Hey sweetheart, are you enjoying the fair so far?"

thinking about the powerful yans who don't take you straight away. the ones who watch you; every movement you make. who do small, almost unnoticeable things, so that you don't even realise what's happening before it's too late. the ones who have the capability to get you fired from your job, to make your friends stop calling, to have people tail you and follow you, who control absolutely everything about your life until you have no choice but to let yourself fall to what they want . . .

🐀🕊️

For the Yuumori fandom.

We all agree that Milverton is the bitch. But I'll add something from myself - Milverton is the bitch with the most beautiful eyes in the Yuukoku no Moriarty series.

Thanks for reading this.

broke yanderes are underrated

A yandere who is so insanely obsessed with you that their life has fallen into ruin.

They can’t keep a job because they have to watch you constantly.

All their money goes to you. Gifts. Paying the bills. Probably paying for the insane amount of gas they use driving around following you.

I want a yandere with a mattress on the floor who is very ashamed of his living arrangements and will only do something about it when if you move in.

If you were locked up moved in with them, they could finally put their degree to use and furnish the place.

Broke as in like a crazy dude with a pathetic bachelor pad that he really doesn’t want you to see and judge him for but it’s also all he’s got.

Hi how are you?

Hello, I'm good, but I don't publish posts by stress and my situation in school and it's a little problem for me... :)

But generally I'm good.

𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚 : 𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣, 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 : 𝙖 𝙜𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙪𝙨, 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙯𝙚, 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

He brings himself in, and you embrace him tightly — both will never let go, at least that's what you think. He has seen what's yours, he has explored the very place you thought as a safe place.

“Oh, my love. You're just adorable. How I wish this is my sight every day. You look so mine, right now.”

“My, my! Just look at that cute pretty face! Yes, yes, you have found something? Mind to tell me what is it?”

“What's with the face, dear? What is it? What did you find?”

“What did you see in my place, dear? Tell me. Hey, tell me. Please, tell me, I'm itching to know—everything everything everything—that is on your mind right now, love.”

do read the first part (i'ma tear out your heart, it'll always be mine) and second part (gonna break his fxcking spine, wanna dance until we die) with the spotify playlist

︴⋄ 𝕮𝖍𝖎𝖞𝖚𝖐𝖎 𝖎𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖘

ғᴀᴠ ᴏʀ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜsᴇ/sᴀᴠᴇ

Hey, I was in the amazing street art show and I I came up with this headcanon in my head...

Nikolai Gogol as street performer who love attention from public. He love audience ovations — so very satisfying even more than money, which he earn from performance. He do this for his own freedom. For freedom from his oppressive and closed to new things family, whose doesn't support his passion. He does it to spite them — just as he takes you from the audience in spite of them and choose you to help in his „new trick”, assuring you that you will be safe in „his strong arms”. Lifting you a few meters wasn't too difficult with his ability like wasn't too difficult impressing the audience, whose rubbed their eyes in amazement.

When hen you were already on the ground, you weren't able to identify why your heart was beating faster — because of stress or because of the handsome artist's gaze...

“How’s your WIP going?”

"Have you made any progress?”

“How close are you to being done?”