Yandere Prompts, Yandere Prompts 2, Yandere Prompts 3, Pregnancy Rule and Other No-No Kinks For Megan, and Blog Warning
Masterpost Yandere TWST (3/30/22)
JJBA Masterpost
This should link you to most of the important stuff on my blog
we’re gonna start our divorce arc if you’re not careful
But I voted yes anyways
divorce canceled 😘😘
Hey I think I have this bitch (the duck lps) on a keychain
An sprite edit of my favorite twst poly ship
Kings and Queens or K2xQ2
pictured: Vil and Riddle with their arms linked about to yell at the manager, Leona with his hand (not visible) holding onto the belts of Riddle’s outfit wishing he hadn’t told the Karens (Vil and Riddle) he wanted chips so badly, Malleus holding Leona’s arm and trying not to giggle about the carnage that Vil and Riddle are about to cause in this store
Today i finally have all i need to make the OB Power Fourple
Malleus has gone to the dark side over chips
Here’s to life as a 23 year old and hoping that everything goes well
current favorite detail about humans is that for people who have problems swallowing pills, it is real and logical medical advice to wrap your meds up in food before swallowing. just like you would trick a dog into swallowing a pill. i love that
for those who don't know, wrapping pills in a soft food (such as bread or cheese) or putting them in a large spoonful of applesauce/yogurt/etc is actually a legitimate way to try to trick your brain into swallowing pills without gagging.
Fun fact: when i was a wee preschool i had to take boring adult medience. And by that i mean the kind where its a hard pill you gotta swallow whole with like a gulp of water. My dad trained me to swallow stuff without chewing by giving me mini m&ms one at a time that i had to swallow the way i would the medience. Took two years of training but i learned to swallow the medience but now even as an adult i cant fuckin eat mini m&ms as god intended. Im swallowin that shit whole
Anonymous asked:
Joshu with these prompts
58. “Of course I’m jealous! You’re mine!”
84. “Pay attention to me! Why aren’t you paying attention to me!”
58. “Of course I’m jealous! You’re mine!”
84. “Pay attention to me! Why aren’t you paying attention to me!”
(Yandere! Joshu Higashikata x Fem! S/o)
This is what (Y/n) got for being nice. An annoying, spoiled rich boy who would not leave her alone. Oh, why the hell had she even bothered helping Joshu in the first place? She had known the entire time it was going to bite her in the fucking ass! Maybe it was because he had looked so pitiful, standing there out on the pier with tears streaming down his cheeks. She hadn’t even done anything that nice anyways, just stood next to him to stare out at the ocean and offered him a tissue for his teary eyes.
After that she couldn’t get rid of him, no matter where she went in Morioh it wasn’t long before Joshu was there too hanging off her arm and begging for attention like a cat in heat. If (Y/n) was a more aggressive gal she would have had the guts to tell him off properly. Instead, she found herself almost begging the boy for personal space. Most of the time her pleading seemed not to even reach Joshu’s ears as he shushed her and spoke loudly about the stuff that interested him.
Eventually, she grew used to it, grew used to having her own wants and needs ignored by the bratty boy. Over time (Y/n) was able to tune out Joshu and allowed herself to be dragged around in an unaware daze by the young man. After all, the effort necessary to keep nagging for her own freedom was not worth the lack of results obtained from it. Her very clear apathy towards the situation was interpreted by Joshu as not only acceptance of his feelings but a return of those very feelings.
“Baaaabe, my parents want you to come over for dinner tonight” Joshu said speaking right into (Y/n)’s ear and sending a shiver down her spine. “I’m not your babe” (Y/n) replied more out of habit than anything else. There were a lot of things she was willing to tolerate with Joshu’s delusions but the pet names were one of the things she could not stand. “Why do your parents want me to come over anyway?” she added even though she had a bad feeling that she already knew what the answer would be.
“Duh, they wanna meet my girlfriend. We’ve been dating for months, it’s about time I properly introduce you to my folks” Joshu said as if that was obvious, which sent chills down (Y/n)’s spine. She was suddenly realizing just how serious the situation had gotten, how could she have let things spiral this far?! (Y/n) had thought that Joshu would get a hint and leave her alone but instead, he’d concocted this whole made-up romance between the two of them!
“Babe! Pay attention to me! “ Joshu said poking his girlfriend’s cheek as her eyes glazed over. “Hey! Why aren’t you paying attention to me!” he protested as he continued to poke at (Y/n)’s face. Eventually, he slapped her, nice and hard, and finally her eyes focused back on him the way he liked. “There we go, gosh you made me all worked for a moment there” he said with a sigh before leaning in for a kiss. He was in for a nasty surprise when instead of a smooch he ended up with a smack across the face of his own.
“I hate you” (Y/n) said her voice low and hoarse. “I hate you so fucking much you self-centered, entitled, jealous bastard! I should have never taken pity on you! Well, I’m done doing that shit” the girl said shoving Joshu away and turning to leave. She didn’t get far before her legs suddenly separated from her body and she went tumbling to the ground. “Oh (Y/n) of course I’m jealous! You’re mine!” Joshu cooed with his stand hovering over his shoulder, totally invisible to his lover.
“I hate to have to do this but until you remember how to be nice to me, I’ll just have to keep you all helpless like this for me~” Joshu added before disconnecting (Y/n)’s eyes from her head and plunging her into eternal darkness…
THE END
Anonymous asked:
Fem! Robert E.O. Speedwagon x Fem Reader
With "I'm Not Trying to be Clingy, I Just can't stand to be away from you." And "I took your hoodie - it smells like you."
megan-is-mia answered:
227. “I took your hoodie—it smells like you.”
239. “I’m not trying to be clingy, I just can’t stand to be away from you.”
(Yandere! Fem! Robert E. O. Speedwagon x Fem! S/o)
It all started when (Y/n) bought that stupid painting from the thrift store. She’d gone into the shop looking for something to brighten up her new apartment. Along the numerous knickknacks already covered in dust, wedged in a corner where it was near impossible to see… she found that strange portrait.
The subject of this peculiar piece was a young woman with gorgeous blonde hair that framed her face and stretched down over her shoulders. One might have called her beautiful if not for the large scar stretched diagonally across one cheek. Intrigued by the image of the blonde woman (Y/n) asked the store owner who she was. Regrettably, the man had no idea, yet he was more than willing to sell the portrait to the young woman for dirt cheap.
Little did she know that the painting was cursed. The spirit of its subject, Miss Roberta E. O. Speedwagon, had died an unhappy spinster over a century ago. Instead of passing into the afterlife free of regrets, her soul had remained stubbornly fixed in the mortal realm and her painting. Various people had owned the portrait over the past hundred years and every one of them had died by Roberta’s hand.
Normally when her painting was put into its new home, it was only a matter of hours before Roberta would begin plotting to kill the person who’d dared to claim her portrait as their property. However this time… this time it was different. There was something about (Y/n) that made her ghostly heart race despite having not beat for over a century.
There was no doubt about it, she was in love. She longed to reveal herself to (Y/n), and live in domestic bliss. However, she understood that showing her ghostly form would surely cause her darling girl such an awful fright. For a time Roberta was able to content herself with merely watching her love going about her day-to-day life. When her desire for (Y/n) started to become unbearable she would steal various objects bearing her beloved maiden’s scent. Sadly such an arrangement could not go on forever. No matter how careful she was, Roberta was eventually caught by (Y/n).
“W-w-who are you?” (Y/n) said gawking at the semi-translucent figure standing guilty in her bedroom with one of her hoodies clutched to its chest.
“Don’t you recognize my face? You see it every day when you wake up” Roberta replied shyly gesturing to her painting hanging on the wall nearby. (Y/n)’s eyes slowly moved to the painting, then back to the ghostly figure, and then to the painting once more.
“How… why… why do you look like the lady from my painting!” (Y/n) said indignantly. Her mind was racing, trying to find a logical answer to this bizarre situation.
“How? Because I am your lady from the painting. After all, wouldn’t it be strange if I didn’t look like my portrait?” Roberta said with a small laugh.
“You can’t be Roberta E. O. Speedwagon! She died over a hundred years ago!” (Y/n) replied with even more indignation. After hanging the painting in her home, she had delved into researching the bewitching blonde depicted on the canvas.
“Yes I did die, and I was so lonely… so lonely for so many many years” the ghostly maiden replied, her cheeks flushing with delight at the knowledge her beloved had taken the time to find out her name. “But now I have you, and I am no longer lonely! Well except when you have to go to work… that’s why I took your hoodie—it smells like you and it helps me be patient” she added after a moment of quiet reverence. (Y/n) did not respond, instead starting to back away from the spirit and eying the door with the intent to run for it.
“Sorry was that too much? I’m not trying to be clingy, I just can’t stand to be away from you” Roberta said suddenly advancing on the young woman and taking her into her arms. “I know this is all a lot to take in but I only want the best for you. I love you so much… please believe me” she added imploringly and squeezing (Y/n) tightly. The joy she felt in this moment was so great that if she wasn’t dead already, she might have just passed away from jubilation right then and there.
The maiden within her grasp began to shiver, both from fear and from the natural chill of being embraced by a ghost. (Y/n) could not even begin to articulate her despair or her disgust at what was unfolding at the moment. Yet she did not resist, for she knew through her research into Roberta that the people who owned her portrait had always died a gruesome death. She did not want to become the next casualty of the cursed painting and its undead occupant…
THE END
(here’s the orginal version posted back in septemeber)
this was… to hard for me…
i tried just have my rambling. maybe I will come back to this
i need help please
Fem! Robert E.O. Speedwagon x Fem Reader
With “I’m Not Trying to be Clingy, I Just can’t stand to be away from you.” And “I took your hoodie - it smells like you.”
227. “I took your hoodie—it smells like you.”
239. “I’m not trying to be clingy, I just can’t stand to be away from you.”
Robert’s clothes were disappearing at an alarming rate and she had a very good idea of who the culprit was: (Y/n). After all, it was only after she’d hired the young girl on as a maid that the clothes had started to disappear. It had been a gradual process, at first only the occasional sock or undergarment would fail to return from the washing machine. Now there were entire shelves in her closet that were empty of the clothes she loved to wear.
The only way to put t
She didnt want to believe that
She had entertained the idea of firing the girl but had didnt want
If she wanted to
She knew she had to confirm her suspicions about (Y/n)’s thieving ways eventually, so after gathering her courage
She knew it would be easy to confirm her suspicions about (Y/n)’s thieving ways. All she’d need to do is go into the girl’s room and look around. However, she was hesitant about actually going through with the search. If she was honest, she was terrified of the young woman.
As reluctant as she was to admit it, Robert was afraid
“Why… why is my favorite hoodie here?” (Y/n) said dumbly looking at the older woman.
“Isn’t it obvious? I took it, i took your hoodie”
There was alot of weird stuff that (Y/n) could let
(Y/n) had always known there was something unsusal about her employer Ms. Speedwagon. Despite her riches the older woman was very down to earth
Navigating the world of being a sugar baby was not easy
“I’m sorry about drugging your drink darling, I’m not trying to be clingy” Robert cooed gathering (Y/n) into her lap. I just can’t stand to be away from you
(Y/n) had never been a fan of office parties a
(Y/n) should have never accepted her boss’s offer to go out for drinks. People were always telling her she was too trusting and now she was paying the price for her gullible nature. She should have listened to the warning bells that went off in her head at the way
Working as the personal secretary
She was in the employment of the illustrious Speedwagon Foundation. She had the prestigious position of being the secretary to none other than the Robert E. O Speedwagon founder and president of the company. When she had gotten the job she’d been overjoyed, by taking this cushy position she could provide for her family and never worry about money again.
She had assumed, erroneously, that she’d landed the job entirely because of her impressive resume dazzling the job recruiter. In truth that was only part of the reason, she’d gotten the position of the president’s secretary.
“I’m so sorry about this darling, I’m not trying to be clingy”
“Mrs Speedwagon have you seen
She could feel that she was being watched again
She understood now why she’d never been allowed in this room before
“Ms Speedwagon
Roberta had always dreamed of experiencing romance
When Robert held the
Robert had always thought that she would only ever be
When her best friend Jonathanne had been buried six feet under
Roberta thought her heart had been b
Roberta had given up on ever falling in
Robert has given up on ever finding love
After the death of h
onathanne
Okay so I’ve been thinking about @planting-historians Fugo and Mista post and I love it. I am obsessed with the parallels between them and it’s a great post you should all read it.
So like. I want to expand on it. And sort of qualify one thing.
Because their reading is based around the idea that Fugo and Mista are essentially strangers, which creates this tension between them when they’re the last ones alive from their gang. Which is a fantastic idea and it adds a wonderful angsty flair and I like it. But I want to take it a step further.
Fugo and Mista were not strangers to each other. In fact, they were extremely close. Close to the point that an indication that they might be strangers feels like a betrayal.
And that all hinges on this line from Mista in Purple Haze Feedback:
I’m probably misremembering and misinterpreting it but… during the hallucination fugo has because of Nightbird Flying late into PHF there’s this moment. If you don’t know this scene it’s basically a happy alt history of his teen years were he got to go see his grandma as she was dying instead of being forced to stay at school and having his mental breakdown. So after that he still ends up meeting all the bucci gang but everyone has no trauma. So it’s a happy dream and fugo was supposed to die while hallucinating. But what breaks him outta this drug trip before he dies you might ask? It’s the hallucination of Mista reaching for a piece of cake, one piece of cake… out of four. This action is so contrary to what fugo knows to be true of the real mista it helps him break out of the hallucination and wake up.
tldr So what I’m saying is they aren’t as much strangers to each other as Mista accuses Fugo of the colosseum. It’s his knowing of Mista as person that allows Fugo to escape from death
thoufh I’m just spitballing
Anonymous asked:
Fem! Robert E.O. Speedwagon x Fem Reader
With "I'm Not Trying to be Clingy, I Just can't stand to be away from you." And "I took your hoodie - it smells like you."
227. “I took your hoodie—it smells like you.”
239. “I’m not trying to be clingy, I just can’t stand to be away from you.”
(Yandere! Fem! Robert E. O. Speedwagon x Fem! S/o)
It all started when (Y/n) bought that stupid painting from the thrift store. She’d gone into the shop looking for something to brighten up her new apartment. Along the numerous knickknacks already covered in dust, wedged in a corner where it was near impossible to see… she found that strange portrait.
The subject of this peculiar piece was a young woman with gorgeous blonde hair that framed her face and stretched down over her shoulders. One might have called her beautiful if not for the large scar stretched diagonally across one cheek. Intrigued by the image of the blonde woman (Y/n) asked the store owner who she was. Regrettably, the man had no idea, yet he was more than willing to sell the portrait to the young woman for dirt cheap.
Little did she know that the painting was cursed. The spirit of its subject, Miss Roberta E. O. Speedwagon, had died an unhappy spinster over a century ago. Instead of passing into the afterlife free of regrets, her soul had remained stubbornly fixed in the mortal realm and her painting. Various people had owned the portrait over the past hundred years and every one of them had died by Roberta’s hand.
Normally when her painting was put into its new home, it was only a matter of hours before Roberta would begin plotting to kill the person who’d dared to claim her portrait as their property. However this time… this time it was different. There was something about (Y/n) that made her ghostly heart race despite having not beat for over a century.
There was no doubt about it, she was in love. She longed to reveal herself to (Y/n), and live in domestic bliss. However, she understood that showing her ghostly form would surely cause her darling girl such an awful fright. For a time Roberta was able to content herself with merely watching her love going about her day-to-day life. When her desire for (Y/n) started to become unbearable she would steal various objects bearing her beloved maiden’s scent. Sadly such an arrangement could not go on forever. No matter how careful she was, Roberta was eventually caught by (Y/n).
“W-w-who are you?” (Y/n) said gawking at the semi-translucent figure standing guilty in her bedroom with one of her hoodies clutched to its chest.
“Don’t you recognize my face? You see it every day when you wake up” Roberta replied shyly gesturing to her painting hanging on the wall nearby. (Y/n)’s eyes slowly moved to the painting, then back to the ghostly figure, and then to the painting once more.
“How… why… why do you look like the lady from my painting!” (Y/n) said indignantly. Her mind was racing, trying to find a logical answer to this bizarre situation.
“How? Because I am your lady from the painting. After all, wouldn’t it be strange if I didn’t look like my portrait?” Roberta said with a small laugh.
“You can’t be Roberta E. O. Speedwagon! She died over a hundred years ago!” (Y/n) replied with even more indignation. After hanging the painting in her home, she had delved into researching the bewitching blonde depicted on the canvas.
“Yes I did die, and I was so lonely… so lonely for so many many years” the ghostly maiden replied, her cheeks flushing with delight at the knowledge her beloved had taken the time to find out her name. “But now I have you, and I am no longer lonely! Well except when you have to go to work… that’s why I took your hoodie—it smells like you and it helps me be patient” she added after a moment of quiet reverence. (Y/n) did not respond, instead starting to back away from the spirit and eying the door with the intent to run for it.
“Sorry was that too much? I’m not trying to be clingy, I just can’t stand to be away from you” Roberta said suddenly advancing on the young woman and taking her into her arms. “I know this is all a lot to take in but I only want the best for you. I love you so much… please believe me” she added imploringly and squeezing (Y/n) tightly. The joy she felt in this moment was so great that if she wasn’t dead already, she might have just passed away from jubilation right then and there.
The maiden within her grasp began to shiver, both from fear and from the natural chill of being embraced by a ghost. (Y/n) could not even begin to articulate her despair or her disgust at what was unfolding at the moment. Yet she did not resist, for she knew through her research into Roberta that the people who owned her portrait had always died a gruesome death. She did not want to become the next casualty of the cursed painting and its undead occupant…
THE END
I’ve had my current PFP for awhile and am thinking about changing it up by using the updated version of the character maker I used
The orginal
Revised Version one (trying to emulate the original)
Revised Version two (just trying to keep the vibes but not copy)
I’d like some opinions if thats okay
artbyramen
Girlies I love gender Swap buccigang. I think all characters in jojo should’ve been women.
