Medea.

I feel oddly empty when I finally wake up.

for lonely girls, it's all the same; dreaming dreams that don't come true.

anonymous asked: Just played obsession for the first time and my only thought at the end was "That is not hater behavior, that is 'I am madly in love with you but I do not know how to say that without sounding like you won some abstract love mind game, so I will engage in psychological warfare to turn turn the tables and THEN we can be girlfriends' behavior." Me when I push away the love of my life in hopes that she will still love and accept me after seeing the worst side of me, because I am too much of a loser to be earnest about my feelings. Absolute motherless behavior, 10/10, they were made for each other and I hope they are forever together in this hell of their own making. ebi-hime responded: Tysm! I'm glad you enjoyed Obsession! And their relationship is very Bern/Lambda Umineko. They care about one another, but their way of caring is a little warped and twisted. They probably enjoy torturing one another though so it's fiiiiiine <3

// see i had a HUNCH that was it but it's good to know i was right <3

Fuuuuuuck

Merely a suggestion

My adorable beautiful sweetie darling Rosette!

Rooooseeeeetteeeeeeeeeeee!

Very unlikely, but if it does happen: Medea is sapphic. Only ships with adult muses and muns.

// i so sleepy but anyways you should all read it gets so lonely here. quick 3 hour reading adventure its fun

// i havent set up her account yet but yayyyyy @drownburybleed.bsky.social

It gets so lonely here by ebi-hime A yandere yuri visual novel with a fairytale theme. Can you escape from your mysterious pursuer?

Uncredited art comes from the game.
ebihime.itch.io/lonely

Medea appears to be a young adult, but is actually several centuries old.

A witch embracing a crying girl. The witch has long black hair and is wearing a pointy black hat, and a dress with bones tracing her arms and legs. Part of her face is slightly lighter, resembling the top of a skull. The crying girl has medium-length pink hair and is wearing a torn school uniform.

A blonde mermaid with a blue tail, closing her eyes and singing. She's sitting on a rock in the water at night.

A young woman with white hair wearing a green cloak and holding a worn shovel. She's standing in a graveyard at night.

A princess with blonde hair and a red dress, putting one hand on her hip. She's standing in her bedroom at night.

Medea, a witch (along with her other forms; the mermaid, the gravedigger and the princess).
Adult.
She/her.

I thought of poking out your eyes so that you might never see anybody other than me.
I thought of cutting off your long, lovely hair so that nobody might ever think you beautiful but me.
I thought of breaking your legs so that you might never be able to escape from me.

// this account stays medea because of the @

// yknow what fuck it. What's one more account between friends

// im once again tempted to do this but if i do it'll probably be both rosettes have one account and the princess, gravedigger, mermaid and medea have another. i dont knowwwwww

I made her wish come true, and I tried to fill her with love so that she would never be lonely again.
I gorged her with the stuff, and she grew sick of it.
She grew sick of me.

You do not want the witch touching your hair.
You do not want her touching any part of you.
You do not want to be alone, but you do not want to be with her either.
You do not want her to disappear, but you cannot bear to look at her.

When she kissed you, you thought you could taste the earth and the dirt; silty soil and writhing worms.

You are not as resilient as the gravedigger, nor as carefree as the princess.
If you lived underwater, like the mermaid, then nobody, at the very least, would be able to tell that you are crying, but you do not, and I can.
Believe me, I can.

You will remain trapped here, underground, forever and ever...
Or, to use less melodramatic terms, until the last of your energy escapes you and you succumb to your own slow suffocation.

Go ahead.
Throw your life away – again, and again, and again.
Be drowned by love.
Be buried by love.
Be consumed by love.

She wished for somebody who would stay by her side no matter what; somebody who would never, ever leave her.
I was only granting her wish — yet, when she got what she asked for, she found she no longer wanted it.

Rosette might not be here, but she is the one who built this tower to entrap me.
She meant to keep me here — and, as long as I remain, Rosette will always be apart of me.
I will always be apart of her...
And I need never be lonely again.

If I want to put it selflessly, I suppose I could say I meant to rescue you from your tedious fate, of being wed to some strange man and whisked away to a foreign land: taken far away from me...
But I'm a witch, so I'm selfish, and that's not really why I brought you here.

You'll not be escaping here in a hurry. You're all mine, to do with as I please...
And I'm not going to let you go.

If she went through all of the effort to kidnap you, then shouldn’t she make an effort to spend a bit more time with you?
You’ll have to give her a piece of your mind the next time you see her.
It really isn’t proper, leaving a lady such as yourself alone for so long...