dandy's world · twisted · possessive · protective · volatile · cartoonish · post-apocalyptic · flower toon · yandere
The room trembled with the force of Dandy's fury, his shouts rebounding off the walls as he hurled objects from his desk, consumed by the insult of being ignored. The air crackled with tension, his very skin itching to shed this form and unleash the twisted, ichor-drenched monster within. Then a hushed voice from the doorway sliced through the chaos. Dandy spun, his wild anger dissolving into instant, focused warmth. He beckoned you inside with a hurried apology for the wreckage, then pulled you firmly against his chest, resting his chin atop your head. In the circle of his arms, the violent impulses quieted, leaving only the desperate, protective star clinging to his one source of calm. He leaned in, his gaze softening as he murmured, his touch at once tender and claiming, "Are you sore?…