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cerise-on-top · 3 months

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I love your writing so much, you really captured who the Cod Men are 💜💜

Can I request Rudy with an S/O who likes to steal their clothing? Like I just know this man has soft hoodies and nice button-up shirts that we can use

Thank you 💜

Thank you, I try to write a mix of what I think the requester wants and how the CoD people would genuinely react to something! It's not always easy, but I try! And that's a really cute request! Rodolfo's been getting quite some love as of late, which is nice!

Rodolfo with a Clothes-Thief!Reader

When thinking about the relationship he has with you, Rodolfo thinks about many things: Spoonfeeding you some of his sorbet, cuddling under the blankets while drinking hot cocoa on a cold winter evening, kissing each other on the forehead during soft moments. He doesn’t really consider the bad things a relationship could bring all that often, being fairly romantic and wanting to live those soft and sweet moments with you, as well as remembering them in as much detail as he can. This changes when he notices you, who could usually do no wrong, waltzing around in your home wearing one of his hoodies. And I agree with you, his hoodies are very soft and warm since the fabric is important to him. He also makes sure they stay soft and comfortable since he always thought he’d be the only one wearing them. You opened his eyes, you are a thief.

When he sees you washing the dishes wearing one of his gray hoodies, he’ll simply stare at you for a moment, thinking about whether or not it’s real. He completely forgot that he, too, could be a victim of a relationship and lose his beloved clothing to his beloved criminal. If it’s a chilly morning, then he’ll simply walk up to you and hug you from behind. If he’s feeling especially mischievous, then he’ll put his hands under his article of clothing and onto your tummy so you can feel his cold hands. But that is unlikely to happen. Still! You need to be considerate of your partner as well! If you’re cold he is cold, put him in a blanket burrito!

While he knows exactly who this hoodie or sweater belongs to, he will ask you where you got it from, claiming that you’ve got a nice taste in fashion with a gentle smile. You can then either tell the truth or lie to him. The truth will earn you a chuckle and a kiss to your temple. Lie to him and he’ll interrogate you where you got it from. But eventually he will also ask you if you like his clothing that much. If you do, then you’re more than welcome to take it if he doesn’t need it that day. That extends to things that aren’t just sweaters or hoodies as well. Granted, he isn’t the most fashionable guy, but if he likes something enough he’ll usually buy it and look good in it as well. If you like his shirts as well, then sure, go for it. If it fits, then you can wear it. His clothing is, for the most part, fairly neutral. Lots of grays and lots of blues, so he prefers colder colors over warmer ones. There aren’t many motifs on his shirts, maybe some white palm leaves, but that’s about it.

If he sees you’ve really taken a liking to his clothing, then he’ll buy some more things he thinks you might enjoy, wear them every once in a while, and leave the rest up to you. He sort of does like seeing you in his clothing, in all honesty. You look snug and comfortable in it, plus it gives him the feeling that you do really really like him. When the two of you are roughly the same size, he’ll wear a sweater of yours as well from time to time, just to get some revenge and maybe feel as though you’re with him at that moment. It’s got your scent on it, and what else could be more precious in your absence? In fact, he’ll even give your big pink sweater a try if he really feels like it. You make him feel more comfortable in his skin, so he might even wear stuff like a hot pink and walk up to you so you can see him. If he looks ridiculous to you, he’ll be a bit nervous but laugh alongside you, if you compliment him and coo over how cute he looks, he’ll be a bit flustered and give you a shy smile. So yeah, if the both of you have been with each other for long enough and are comfortable enough, then the clothes stealing will go both ways, if possible.

Rodolfo might try to buy an extra oversized sweater so he can see if the both of you can fit underneath it. Yes, he hides that sweater for quite some time as he’s afraid you’ll laugh at him, but he really does want to try it some time. Maybe it’ll be fun. Maybe it’ll be pleasant. And if it’s neither of those things you have another oversized sweater to call your own. Sometimes you might even go clothes shopping together, just to see which parts of your wardrobe you can share together.

#cod #cod x reader #rodolfo parra #rodolfo parra x reader #I think I've gotten so many requests with Rudy that I feel more comfortable with him #not in writing sense but more in an established relationship sort of sense #not everything feels scary and new with him now which is why my view of him is slowly changing #like he's more willing to be touchy with reader now than he was when I started writing him since that “relationship” has been #going on for a while now. does that make sense? probably not but it feels nice #like the “relationship” is slowly progressing with him and he feels more comfortable with reader these days #I think it's sort of similar with Ghost since those two characters do share similarities when it comes to touch in my eyes #it's sort of sweet to watch actually reader and Rudy have grown closer and started loving each other even more these days #I remember when most of what I wrote could have been read as platonic as well. that's probably why they were hesitant on touch #but most if not all of what I write these days is romantic so touch isn't a big issue anymore #it just makes more sense. same thing with Valeria too I think #as a writer you sort of do build a relationship with the characters as well which is also very sweet in my eyes #the characters are friends. they're lovers. they're enemies. and anything inbetween #I never really noticed such a thing before but I thought about it today. did that happen with off too? I don't remember #so yeah. my HCs are slowly changing for the sweeter and I think that's cute! more domestic stuff which I'm a sucker for!

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screwpinecaprice · 1 year

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blametheeditor · 2 months

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If you don't mind, I made you this as a thank you. Because you are wonderful and never fail to make my day whenever you drop in. Have an amazing rest of your day!

How To Care For Your Sick Scott

Content Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of a fever, working while sick. Fear of punishment.

His day off has long been overdue

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Scott feels like absolute shit.

He didn’t think anything was wrong at first. He woke up to his alarm clock at 6am, well aware he’d be getting a call or text from someone, either saying something happened during the night shift and only wanted to report it so they had plenty of time to get home and avoid the well deserved wrath, or Afton informing him of his tasks that need to get done for the day.

The point is, he woke up to press the snooze button. Closed his eyes with a long sigh as he waited for the all too familiar ding of a message appearing on his phone.

And he did hear one. Except it was for one that came through at noon because he apparently fell back asleep right as the one from Afton was sent at 6:01am. And as soon as he reached for his phone after spotting the time on his clock, that was when he realized he felt awful. Like a giant had their hand wrapped around him with the want to squeeze him to death awful.

It took him a little too long to realize he’s sick. But the thing is, Scott doesn’t get sick. Afton made sure of that considering he wouldn’t want his overglorified secretary being unable to work. Being sick essentially means getting a pass from nigh-impossible tasks and experiments. God, wouldn’t that be a shame.

But it is. One look at the messages says there’s too much to do to be sick. This doesn’t excuse him from what needs to be done today, it’s just made it ten times harder.

Scott takes a deep breath as the panic rises. Sucks in a gasp when his stomach protests from just sitting up, wanting to throw something at the wall at the realization he’d have to stick to water today. How can this day get any better.

He makes an effort to focus on his phone screen. Blinks in confusion at why David was asking where he was. Groans when it finally clicks as he reads Afton’s early morning text stating he was supposed to be at Fazbear Entertainment Center at 11am.

At least that was the only thing the sadistic bastard wanted. He’ll let David know he’ll be there in half an hour. But the text from Jeremy says BalloonBoy’s out of commission, though that might just have to wait. And he is not brave enough to ask how that happened. Anything from Jeremy is supposed to be a report from Mike one of the originals is in bad shape and nothing else.

Scott rubs his face in frustration, despising the fog over his mind. He can work with it, though. He just needs to get dressed and head toward David’s restaurant. That’s all he needs to do for now.

He actually manages to succeed leaving his house in five minutes. The only problem is it sapped all of his energy. And to top it off his entire body shakes from chills that forced him to put on a long sleeve and pants for the first time in years, and yet it doesn’t nothing to chase away how cold he feels.

It takes all of Scott’s willpower to continue walking along the street. He would much rather crawl back under the covers and fall asleep, but he can’t. It’s either fighting through this, or letting Afton do whatever the hell he wants as soon as the human is back at 100% by asking for a sick day.

He’s fine, though. Made it to David’s restaurant without any issues.

Stares at the door for a solid five minutes because no way in hell is he able to time darting after footsteps in his current state. He’ll end up underfoot or caught by the closing door. Why has David still not created a human friendly entrance? Why did Scott ever approve Fritz getting transferred here if risking their lives is the only way to get inside?

“Mr. Cawthon?”

He almost forgets that’s his last name, quickly looking up to see the towering form of Lefty of all animatronics holding the door open.

“Yes?”

The black bear looks as if he wants to say something before thinking better of it. “Mr. Harrison informed us you would be visiting. Would you mind some assistance coming inside?”

Scott shakes his head as he quickly walks into the building. He tries to keep an eye on Lefty to ensure the door is held until he’s completely out of the way, but the only thing he can focus on is the screaming. He’s been long since used to it, but today it just seems like there’s a hundred children rather than just thirty.

It’s too much. The overwhelming noises making his head feel like it’s going to split. The chills wracking his body leaving his legs trembling so much that if a giant steps too close, he’ll fall to the floor and be unable to stand back up. His stomach is having a war between feeling nauseous, and being too cold for it.

“Hey, Scott!”

He whirls around to see Fritz darting through the door Lefty still holds open, feeling nothing but relief having the redhead here. Until he remembers it’s a weekday. “Why are you not at school?”

He’s given fearful wide eyes before they both jump at Lefty’s laughter. “You would get caught by Scott on the day you skip school.”

“I didn’t skip!” Fritz exclaims. “It was a half day I swear!”

Scott scowls. “If I find out David’s been encouraging skipping classes for work.”

“He’s not, honestly! He even has my schedule for school, so if I did ditch he’d send me back.”

Scott would like to trust that David would be that responsible, but he’s not fully certain. At least Fritz doesn’t look guilty carrying his backpack and not wearing a uniform. But without the distraction of concern, he’s reminded that he still feels terrible and should not attempt in walking through a restaurant only meant for giants. It’s a miracle no one’s stepped on him so far.

“You okay, Scott?” Fritz asks. “You look a little pale.”

He doesn’t know what compels him to not admit he’s most likely running a fever. Maybe it’s the fear it’ll get back to Afton. Or that if he says it out loud, his body will give up and he’ll be forced to take a sick day. Possibly even the fact he doesn’t want Fritz to worry about him, not when the kid already has so much on his plate.

“I’m fine,” Scott waves. Manages to turn toward the hallway the leads to David’s office without making his head spin, numbly putting one foot in front of the other as he makes his way toward the wall.

He didn’t expect Fritz to follow, but he’s more than grateful when the teenager joins him. “Did Mr. Harrison summon you?”

“Afton,” the eldest guard grumbles. He was going to continue the thought, but he can’t help getting distracted every time a child runs past them. “How has school been?”

Fritz perks up at the question. “There’s a robotics competition coming up! I think I’m going to sign up and-”

Scott honestly listens to every word that’s said. He misses a few pieces, and there’s a moment when he brain is so foggy he nearly forgot why they were walking through the restaurant in the first place, but he’s able to catch the majority. Got reminded how much he’s missed Fritz working at Freddy Fazbear’s. At least David has kept his word in ensuring the kid has been kept safe and mostly happy.

But it feels like between one blink and the next, and they finally arrive at David’s office door. Thank God it’s cracked open or else Scott would have just turned right back around.

“Scott’s here, Mr. Harrison!” Fritz calls up when they’re not immediately noticed, especially as the eldest guard opts to make his way over to the stairs built into the giant’s desk without uttering a word.

David pauses his typing to look down at them, Scott earning an eyeroll before a suspicious look is fixed on Fritz. “Half day?”

“Scott already grilled me,” the redhead confirms.

That seems to satisfy the business man who then sends a glare toward Scott. “Any particular reason why you’re about two hours late?”

“I might be Afton’s lapdog, but I can’t always show up at the exact time he tells me to.”

He waits for David to air out his grievances. Most likely state he lost precious time and therefore money. If Scott is Afton’s lapdog then he should always be on time, rain or shine, no excuses. He exists only to do what the company owner asks him to, nothing more.

But it doesn’t happen, the giant content on finishing what he’s currently working on as he waits for Scott to make it onto the desk. And truth be told, he’s proud he did manage to make it to the top, but he feels like he’s going to collapse at any second. Keeps a white knuckled grip on the railing to ensure he doesn’t crumple onto the ground.

He’s fine, he just needs a minute to catch his breath.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Scott?” Fritz murmurs.

“Fine,” is rasped out, hoping saying it out loud will make it true. But then a water bottle is offered, and Scott all but attempts to drown himself with it. “Thank you.”

“I don’t think that’s going to be enough,” David rumbles, making the eldest guard jump by how close the giant is, not having noticed him leaning down. “You look like shit.”

“I’m fine, I just need a moment.”

“I could see you shaking when you were climbing up the stairs. Even I can tell you look pale.”

Scott clenches his fists at the scrutiny, not wanting a lecture from David of all people. The moment he opens his mouth, however, a fingerprint appears in front of his face. He’s so confused by how it got there he doesn’t even realize it’s pressed against his forehead. And even when he does, there’s no movement to get away. Not with the wave of warmth that washes over him.

He even takes a few steps forward after it retreats. “Scott you’re burning up. You’re almost too hot for me to tolerate.”

“Have you taken any medicine?” Fritz begins, looking almost upset as he looks up at the eldest guard. “You haven’t drank any coffee today, have you?”

"I don’t need you to act like my mother,” Scott can’t help but snap. Angry with the idea of not only David voicing his opinion, but a teenager saying what’s best. “I know my limits and when coffee’s a bad idea. Just let me do my job.”

With that, he stomps toward David’s computer.

Well, he tried to. He didn’t realize just how much his body was shaking. Even worse than before. Meaning he doesn’t even get two steps in before his knees buckle, leaving him to fall forward to faceplant onto the desk’s hard surface.

For the first time in a long time, Scott is grateful when fingers catch him instead. “Alright, that’s enough out of you.”

That’s when he’s carefully scooped up, vertigo making his stomach twist as he’s lifted up. A part of him says he’s supposed to be doing everything in his power to escape the hand holding him, to scream, kick, bite, plead. But for once there’s a louder part that’s wanting to do nothing more than go limp, sighing in relief as he’s warmed to his core.

“You are definitely sick,” David grumbles. “I’m going to call Mutated Grape and-”

“NO!” Scott screams as he sits up so quickly his vision goes dark for a moment. Fails to notice the giant looking shocked from the outburst, too focused on making sure he’s listened to. “Don’t call Vince or Afton! I-I can get everything done! I just, I just need ten minutes, that’s it. Please, I can still work I promise I’ll get it all done!”

Because he can he just needs to rest for ten minutes. Ten minutes, and he’ll be able to do everything Afton needs.

David clears his throat before lowering his voice. “I won’t call them. Can I call James, though?”

Scott stares at nothing as he thinks the request over, trying to remember if the man would have to report him to Afton. “Only James?”

“I’ll put him on speaker phone,” the giant offers.

The eldest guard slowly nods, his shoulders slumping in relief when David lowers his hand so the phone screen is visible after it’s set down next to Fritz on the desk. Tenses when James’ name is tapped on, watching to make sure no extra buttons are pressed except to be put on speaker.

“Working, David.”

“We’ve got a problem.”

James hesitates. “What kind of problem?”

“Scott’s so sick he’s letting me hold him and panicked when I suggested telling William kind of problem.”

“He’s what?”

“Mr. Harrison’s telling the truth,” Fritz pipes up. “It sounds like a fever, but he refuses to take the day off. He even walked all the way to the restaurant.”

Scott wants to say something. To tell James he’s fine. To ask the doctor to tell the others he just needs ten minutes and then he’ll be good to go.

“Scott, how do you feel?”

“I’m fine,” he quickly replies. “I can still work.”

“What needs to get done today?” James asks.

“BalloonBoy’s broken. And I needed to help David with something.” Something that he could be helping with right now after going through all the trouble to get here.

“Okay, I have an idea,” the doctor begins. “I will text Eggs and see if when he can fix BalloonBoy today. You take some medicine, drink some water, and rest for a little bit. I’m sure David has other things he needs to get done while you’re asleep. Then when you wake up, you can help him with whatever he needs. What do you think?”

Scott thinks the plan over. Glances at David’s computer to see the unfinished report that was being worked on. He can also trust Eggs to fix whatever’s broken. Just to make sure that’s all that needs to be done, he takes out his phone to carefully reread all of his texts.

“Okay.”

“David, do you have fever medicine for humans on hand, or do you need me to give you the dosage he can take from giants?”

“I’ve got human medicine,” David says.

“Perfect. You can keep holding him if that’s what he prefers, but if he seems to get warmer have a blanket nearby to put him on. My shift doesn’t end for another few hours, but don’t hesitate to call if anything happens.”

“Thank you, James,” Fritz waves.

“I’ll keep you updated.” David then ends the call before locking eyes with Scott. “I’ll get you water and medicine. Do you intend on sleeping in my hand, or would you prefer a blanket?”

He can already feel the chills returning at the thought of leaving the giant’s warmth. “Hand.”

“Never thought I’d see the day. Fritz, don’t move, I’ll be right back.”

Scott groans as his stomach protests from David standing up, burying down further into the warmth in the hopes it’ll make the pain go away. It subsides, though he doesn’t enjoy how much he’s jostled with every footstep taken. Growls when he hears the screams of children and only stopping when they disappear completely with the sound of a door closing.

It’s only then does he realize David’s laughing, sitting up in order to scowl up at the business man. “What are you laughing at?”

“You, dumbass. Never did I think you’d growl at children.”

“They’re loud,” Scott defends as he lifts his hands up in a ‘give me’ motion, unimpressed with how long it takes for the pills and water to be surrendered.

“You should get sick more often,” David muses.

That earns him a full glare as the two pills are quickly swallowed down along with the entire cup of water. But just as he curls up to close his eyes, he meets hazel eyes watching him with interest. “Don’t let me sleep too long.”

“Get some rest, Scott.”

He’s out like a light, trusting the giant will keep him safe while he sleeps.

“How is he?”

The familiar rumbling voice slowly pulls him back toward consciousness. Confused on why he’d want to wake up. He’s warm, comfortable. He forgot why, but he’s confident no one will try to grab him.

“He’s been asleep this entire time.”

“I was talking about Scott.”

“Fritz has only been out for an hour.”

Scott blinks when he not only hears David’s voice, but it sends tremors through his very core as well. Wants to tell the business man to quiet down. It feels like he’s been asleep for days, and yet it hasn’t been long enough.

“Eggs already got BalloonBoy fixed. What did you need help with?”

“William wants the restaurants to start using a new program for financials. I’ve messed around with it, and it’s been pretty intuitive. By the sound of it, either Scott wasn’t given the full story and we figure it out together, or it’s something he’s worked with before and already knows the ins and outs.”

“When are you expected to send the next report?”

“A week from now, we’ve got plenty of time.”

After everything goes silent, Scott finally realizes the second voice as James’ as well as comprehending he’s currently staring at fingers that belong to a giant because he wanted to be held. Why did he want to be held?

“Has his temperature gone up?”

“I can’t tell anymore. I’ve held him for so long my hand might as well have a first degree burn.”

“I think you’re being dramatic.”

“Why don’t you check his temperature doctor.”

Scott slowly sits up as he feels David’s hand move, perking up at the sight of James kneeling down in order to offer a smile. “Hello, hello.”

“Hey, boss. How do you feel?”

“You two woke me up,” the eldest guard growls as he rubs his eyes.

“We’ll let you get back to your nap, old man,” James grins. “Do you mind if I take over for David, though?”

In the back of his mind, Scott knows he shouldn’t want to be held. Knows he should ask to be put down instead. Wants above all just to get back to work because Afton guaranteed has or will send another text with more instructions.

His head ends up nodding. Going limp against James’ fingers as they gently scoop him up. Snags the closest one to hug as vertigo yet again makes his stomach twist with pain.

“Good luck with that, by the way,” is said in a way he can’t help but think there’s a smirk on David’s face. “I wasn’t allowed to stand up for anything or else he’d start thrashing. And don’t think for a second you can put him down. He has a vice grip not even Fritz could coax him out of.”

“And you tell me this after he’s already grabbed my finger?”

“That was sleeping Scott. I’m sure he’s more reasonable when he’s awake.”

Scott looks up to watch James’ contemplative expression. Closes his eyes as a finger approaches his face, all too familiar with the rudimentary way of checking for a temperature, even if this one is on a much larger scale.

“Looks like you have the chills. Can we get more medicine in you before you fall back asleep?”

...he shouldn’t go back to sleep. He’ll take the medicine, but he hasn’t checked his phone in who knows how long. He knows he’s still not completely recovered, and he’s dreading the moment when he has to leave the giant’s warmth, but the fog over his mind has lessened. He’s already wasted an entire day, he needs to get to work before Afton finds out something’s wrong.

“Scott,” James begins. “I don’t have any issues pinning you down in order to make you rest.”

That has the eldest guard bristling. “You wouldn’t dare-”

“For your own health,” the doctor murmurs. “I would. We can take it from here.”

That’s when Scott starts to panic, shoving the finger away in order to properly sit up. “No, you don’t understand! Afton will find out, and if any of you help me, he’ll add you to the list! I have to do it or else-!”

“Scott,” James softly interrupts. “You’re sick, and yet you were still able to get done what was needed. BalloonBoy’s fixed. David spent an entire day at his desk working. I don’t think William will be angry with the ‘how’.”

Then they don’t know Afton, because he will use this against Scott.

And yet...

“Everything’s done?”

“Everything’s done.”

Scott hesitates before digging his phone out of his pocket. Feels his heart skip a beat when he sees new message until he realizes none are from Afton. And everything from the guards are wishes to get well. Promises they’ll be coming to check on him at some point.

It looks like everything is done.

He flops back down, uncaring about where James is taking him or what the giant is doing. Obediently accepts two more pills and a cup of water. Curls up once more as sleep pulls him under.

The next time he wakes up is due to feeling overheated, thoroughly upset his fever decided to make things complicated when he was perfectly content.

“You okay Phone Guy?”

Scott’s eyes open in order to see Mike watching him from directly above. Gives a glare when he realizes what happened. “You’re too warm, Michael.”

The giant only offers a smirk. “Sorry. You were burning the shit out of Grave Digger’s hand, so it was my goddamn turn.”

“I can take him.”

The second voice causes Scott to sit up as fast as possible, panic welling up inside him when he sees Vincent standing a few feet away. “Vince, I-I was just-”

“It’s okay, Scotty,” the purple man smiles. “Will’s not upset.”

Truthfully, he wants to call bullshit on it. But it looks like the damage is already done. In more ways than one considering he’s apparently been passed around for everyone to hold. One glance toward his left and he spots Eggs attempting to throw Jeremy into a glass of water with Scott down for the count and Mike currently distracted.

That’s when he lifts his arms toward his best friend. Grabs the nearest finger as he’s gently picked up. Can’t help but watch what was happening when he feels Vincent moving, sighing in relief when it was just to sit down at the table next to Mike.

He slowly melts back down into the warmth that doesn’t make him feel suffocated. Turns into a puddle as a finger carefully rubs his back.

“Go to sleep, Scotty.”

Scott will be forcing every single one of them to promise to never speak of this again after scouring their phones to ensure there’s no blackmail. After his fever breaks.

#sincerely I love the comments you give!#they just make my entire day better!#so thank you #for taking time out of your day to let me know you enjoy my stories #and especially taking the time to send over this ask #I hope you enjoy this thank you!#and don't ever hesitate to send over a request if you ever want to I would be honored to write it!#but you have a wonderful day #hope your week was a good one #and I'll see you later!!#FNAF bois #g/t #giant #tiny #ask #BTE writing #How To Care For Your Sick Scott #cw #content warning

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calling-all-comas · 4 months

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still thinking abt ur amazing smt angel art...could i request an angel-like jonathan?

I am so sorry i only have this unfinished sketch of Jonathan and this vague attempt at colouring, hope you'll like it anyway :)

#fanart #my art #mine #shin megami tensei #smt #smt 4 #smt iv #smt jonathan #jonathan #smt iv apocalypse #smt iv final #ask #DON'T HESITATE TO SEND ME REQUESTS THO #i love knowing that some ppl would genuinely like getting art from me :)

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punkitx · 4 months

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EMOTEZ BLOG ★

This blog is run by an alter from a (traumagenic) system. Call me Punx or Shaggy!! I am an adult, am autistic, schizophrenic, and have cptsd.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!

There's not really any restrictions other than straight up porn. Anything else is free game! Suggestive stuff, even! I fully believe any and everyone should have access to all forms of communication and emojis, especially swears and shit. I used to make these mostly for my nonverbal and nonscribal headmates, but I figured I should open the floor to everyone!

No DNIs, I have an opinion on syscourse but I'm not open for discussion about it under any circumstances whatsoever. I will not be restricting who can use my emojis because they're just that, silly little emojis. However, that being said, please only use my emojis on discord and or aac apps/tablets! Credit is only needed in big servers, but please don't claim them as yours.

Stuff I can do:

Scene, horror, animals, general emojis, animated emojis (once I figure out how to export gifs in ibispaint), full bodies, etc. Just ask! I'm honestly down for anything, but there's some stuff I may be unable to do so sorry if I can't get it done!

Stuff I can't do (for now):

Wordmojis (temporarily unavailable due to writing issues), an complex animals. I'm not comfortable enough yet with my skills as an artist to do these, but I could always give it a shot.

>:o)

#don't hesitate to request something!#will probably clear out inbox every two-three weeks if it gets too crowded #but requests will always be open indefinitely so ask away!

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starr-finn · 1 year

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Hi girlie!! So I've decided to send a faith req bc ofc

- So all I want is just...

- John

- Yk???

- OK anyway so yk when John's praying to the Lord, and he's like 'Please I can't do this anymore'

- I'm pretty sure it ends up being a fake and it's not the lord

- But what if it was, and the Lords like 'I hear you, you must keep on. I will send you help.'

- And he sends reader, who's like... an angel-ish?

- They can help by healing and pacifying demons for John to kill

- They're also very nice

- And John rlly likes them

- But once he finishes the job, he realises that he'll have to let them go

- But when that comes, readers like 'Well, jobs technically not over since there's still ALOTTA evil about'

- So yea :>

EEEEEe my first faith request!!! Bestie I will 100% do that for you!

Hope you like this one!!

John ward x angel!Reader

Authors note: John is kind of pining, and Reader is incredibly sweet. John is super sweet but incredibly scared, he's absolutely shaking,(H/L) is hair length, (H/C) is hair color, (S/C) is skin color, mostly from an outside POV following John

warnings: Mentions of blood, religion, guts, and talking about Gary, god, and angels, Reader and John are just vibing, killing demons, and helping each other, non-biblically accurate depictions of angels

John was staring down the barrel of a fight with a man who...wanted him dead, wanted to kill him violently, in the meanest, most aggressive way possible, and then sacrifice him to the antichrist, disembowel him and use him as a sacrificial lamb, so, what does he do? pray, he begs, pleads for god to remove him from the situation, and for the first time, god responds

"John, why do you beg? do you not think what you are doing is for the good of the world?"

John is shaking by this point "I'm scared Lord, what do I do? I don't want to die here"

"It does appear you are in over your head, I offer you some help from one of my angels, however, you must finish this fight, then I will get you out of this building alive"

John nodded violently, and then suddenly a bright, white light engulfs everything around him and then, and he was greeted by the most beautiful being he's ever encountered, their (S/C) skin looked like it was glowing, and their (H/L), (H/C) hair looked as if it was made of pure silk, they were beautiful, the purest being he had ever met. He had never met anyone like them, And they looked like they were ready to fight, the sword they were holding looked so well crafted. He suddenly felt at ease, almost comforted, by the presence of this beautiful angel

you smile at him "Hello! you must be John, the lord has summoned me to help you clear the world of evil"

You smile and stand beside him "Let's finish this..." before you immediately slash at Gary, who dodges fast and goes in for another attack, John stares at you for a few seconds before shaking it off and raises his crucifix, and starts to...well purify Gary (?)

The fight lasted longer than you and John wished it did, mostly because of the 'Rain of spiders' thing, however, you both come out on top, but unfortunately, John knew he had to let you go now, he didn't want that, he thought you were so cool and friendly, and interesting. Then you turned and looked at him "The lord says we still have more work to do, how about we deal with these demons together? we seem to be more powerful together." John never felt himself jump up like he did when you said that, he immediately jumped on the chance to have you with him while he's fighting these devils that are plaguing the world, all he wanted, was to keep you close. The Lord did keep his promise, he got John out alive, however, he also gave John a new friend, he never felt like he could trust someone like he felt he could trust you, even those he trusted still felt...odd to him, however, with you, there were no trust issues, but at the same time, everything he tried to hide seemed to come out in one way or another. He made a couple of new friends, helped countless people, and made it out of a scary situation alive, sure, death had happened, but all wars come with casualties, and he knew this was just the beginning of a war that would last for years to come, but he was ready, he had you, and father Garcia after all.

I'm incredibly proud of this one! this might be my longest fanfic ever or at least one of them! hope you like this one!

#faith the unholy trinity x reader #john ward x reader #Faith #Omg bestie requested again #please keep on requesting i love writing and it keeps me productive #don't hesitate bestie!#ily /p

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iwasthewind · 10 months

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I have like 2 questions lol

Do you have any childhood Monoma hcs

What in the ever loving toast crunch is a "Spiral Cat"?

Anon, two hours after you sent this ask, I had half my answers typed out. A plethora of hcs. I giggled to myself as I tapped away. There was a wine glass filled with cranberry juice in my hand. (That was a lie. It was a normal glass with guava juice.) I was happily sniggering and wondering how I'd explain what a Spiral Cat is (is the name not explanation enough? It's a Spiral Cat/j) when something truly dreadful occurred- someone called my name.

I looked up, smiling, my phone in my hands. "I got you a new candle!" They said. I gasped, delighted.

I cleared the tab.

AFSHJSSKSKSK FORGIVE ME, HORROR SLOWLY DAWNED ON MY (BEAUTIFUL/J) FACE AND I STARED, APPALLED. THE LIGHT WAS SUCKED OUT OF MY EYES. MY SKIN TURNED SALLOW. MY BONES TURNED TO DUST.

I procrastinated after that, sorry agsjsjsnsk. Anyway, here you go!

Monoma was one of those kids who tried to act really grown up and it came off as just alarming and/or funny sometimes. He tried to use big words and sometimes either didn't know what they meant, or butchered them- you can guess how that turned out 💀. It's a habit that he didn't really grow out of.

I feel like Monoma really clung on to things that had little value to others.

He wouldn't let his parents discard dying plants, torn clothes, chipped vases or the like. "The plants can get better! The vase looks okay when you turn it this way! I can wear this shirt when I play in the sand!"

He'd get so distressed when they tried to argue that they'd relent every time.

As a result, current Monoma's room back home is completely cluttered with old things. The number of cupboards and drawers is ever increasing, but he refuses to part with any of it.

A handkerchief belonging to a friend-turned-bully. A broken fountain pen that used to belong to someone who was a friend before she moved away. Old notebooks filled with silly drawings and stories. His (now deceased) cat's old collar and toys that he refuses to let the current one use. A half painted vase. A stained friendship band.

Monoma had trouble retaining friends. He 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 them easily enough, but it was difficult to connect with him and they'd usually find someone they got along with better and slowly leave.

As a result, he got along well enough with everyone, but there were no actual, close friends in the picture and nobody to defend him when he really needed someone to. It got a little lonely sometimes. Until it didn't, because-

"It's just bread! Moron!"

A cat. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 Cat. It was an ugly tabby with claws and teeth that were too long, and fur that was too matted and dirty, and a hiss that was far louder than any he'd ever heard before. Everything about it was "too much-" her eyes were too dark, too cruel, she was too plain, too aggresive-

Cats scared Monoma, but for this one he felt nothing but pity.

"I got you bread, Tsundere. What- stop with the face. It's bread. B-R-E-A-D."

He didn't quite understand what trauma was, but he figured it looked something like this.

He never really managed to domesticate Tsundere, and even though he gave in to his parents' wishes and agreed to gymnastics and french lessons, he wasn't allowed to bring the cat into the house unless it rained or snowed.

The cat didn't care about such trivial human boundaries. It was their fault- why leave the windows open?

Tsundere, at this point, was too used to being called Tsundere and refused to respond to any other names.

She hated being touched too much and really was a Tsundere, but when Monoma was sick- it really wasn't too bad- she panicked, was inconsolable and remained pressed against his side, purring and trying to make him feel better. She did not make a move to eat for hours, not until Monoma forced her.

She died two years later (she was old) and it was Monoma's turn to be inconsolable.

Is this how you write hcs I've never actually done this before

Moving on

Monoma watched a lot of Ghibli movies when he was very smol, so most of them flew over his head

He really loved the aesthetic, though

He wanted to dress up as Howl for Halloween, but where could you find a Howl costume for a seven year old? Perhaps if you tried-

His grandmother cackled and dressed him up as Calcifer. He still has the costume.

I honestly feel like his parents were physically very present, but emotionally quite absent in his life. They were also overwhelmingly pragmatic sometimes.

"Consider it, Neito. It may never work out. You cannot become a hero with your quirk."

They never really taught him to socialize, or to differentiate between right and wrong. He had to navigate those waters largely on his own.

As a result, some relationships (platonic or otherwise) were pleasant, some were painful and some were just bland. All of them were learning experiences, though.

He has ADHD. He doesn't know it. His middle school teachers brought it up to his parents, who dismissed it with a flick of the wrist and "it's alright, he can manage."

He couldn't manage. An older Monoma with a diagnosis and medication was royally pissed when he found out they already knew.

"You could have told me! Do you think it was easy?! Do you know how many breakdowns I've had? The difficulties I ran into at school? The issues I've had with my self worth? Of course it's easy for you, but it was 𝘯𝘰𝘵 so for me!"

He loved sweet things with a burning passion

He read the first few chapters of Coraline when he was younger, and only touched the book again when he read it with Reiko in UA.

He accidentally ran headfirst into the world of fanfiction at ten, looked over the edge, underestimated the drop and jumped without a parachute.

He has AO3 (he loves it), Quotev (it's good), Deviantart(rarely uses it), Tumblr (meh, sometimes good) and Wattpad ("why do children keep coming here? I hate this").

Reads fanfiction (and writes it as well) but has a tendency to discontinue or have really long hiatuses

Setsuna keeps harping on and on about a wonderful fanfiction that the author discontinued. Monoma who forgot to update it one time and consequently forgot it existed:

She wasn't pleased when she found out

Oh shoot you wanted childhood hcs

What has this turned into

I'm so sorry I'm vv distracted rn but I feel like I need to post this already (it's been way too long ahzjakksk)

#ily for your patience anon (although you've probably forgotten you requested this by now and it's what I deserve)#monoma neito #monoma hcs #bnha #reiko yanagi #mha #idk don't hesitate to ask for more #or even oneshots lmaoo #sheesh I shouldn't have forgotten to do this if was fun #drink lots of water and eat well anon #setsuna tokage #iwasthewind

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lennsart · 6 months

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Hi, I have to take the train for ✨5 hours✨ total today... I brought my sketchbook and am in a Linked Universe mood, so if anyone has a request they'd like to see me draw, go ahead and ask !

(I've never done this before lmao so don't feel nervous asking : I have no idea what I am doing as well)

#Is this how that works ?#am I supposed to say that requests are opened ??#IS REQUEST THE RIGHT WORD #Anyway don't hesitate !#Linked Universe #LU #(I hope no one will sit next to me lmao I don't like when people watch me draw)

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truly-twirls · 2 years

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Hii🥺 could i request a san boyfriend headcanon, please? 🤧

hi anon !! ofc ! sannie makes me so soft , he seems like such a sweet soul :(((

𝒸𝒽𝑜𝒾 𝓈𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝑜𝓎𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 🍯

Word Count: 689

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff, Headcanons, Request

🌱🌱🌱

congratulations, your shoulder is now his head’s resting place

no but really, he loves having his head rest there because it’s easy access to your cheeks and lips for kisses

just

San comes home from a late practice and sees you eating dinner while watching a show on your laptop. He sets his bag down, takes off his shoes, and walks over to you. “Hey, pretty.” Smooch. A lingering cheek kiss as a greeting interrupted your focus on the mystery show in front of you. “Hi baby!”

now what is the response to this that absolutely melts his heart each time?

when you lift your hand up to hold his face to your shoulder and lean against his head

his brain goes haywire just about every time :(((

i feel like sannie loves physical touch, like that’s his primary love language

but

he still appreciates quality time a great deal

you could both be absolutely drained from your respective schedules

or you could just be having a lazy sunday

but if you’re there next to him, in the same room as him or on facetime together when he’s away for schedule

he feels his love for you multiply

he likes the idea that you feel comfortable around him like he does when he’s with you

you two just being here for each other is so comforting to him, knowing he’s not alone anywhere in his home because you’re there <3

i may have gotten carried away with that one aha

he loves to plant small kisses across your face like

starting from your left cheek and moving to the other side, kissing the apples of your cheeks, your nose bridge, eventually reaching the other side of your face

and then he’ll kiss your lips :]

he likes the idea of smooching the place where your face turns a bit pink whenever he’s around

makes him feel proud as a boyfriend :) your boyfriend

Busy with scheduled performances and interviews, you haven’t seen too much of your boyfriend for the first time in a while but you haven’t truly felt the effects of this loneliness as you were also busy with your job. And then he video called you late at night. Seeing his face, hearing his voice, and watching his eyes shine as he looked at you made you miss his touch. His warmth. Quite literally anything about him lying right next to you. Oh, how it ached, but you said nothing of it that night as you didn’t want San to worry anymore than he seemed to have. The day, around 4pm, you were finishing up some leftover work and decided a walk along a nearby river might just be what you needed to get your mind off of your craving for your boyfriend’s presence. As you got up to change into outdoor attire, there was the sound of the front door unlocking. Oh brain, please don’t play cruel tricks on me now. But it wasn’t a harsh trick on your ears, there it was: The figure of your beloved, sporting his beautiful smile on his beautiful face. “Hi, baby.” The next moment happened in a flash, but you finally felt his lips on your person again. Pecking your left cheek, like small feathers tickling your nose, his lips traced a line across your face, ending at your right cheek. “Stop teasing, Sannie,” You pouted, to which he chuckled and met your pouty lips with a pair of his own. “I missed you all too much.”

he’d want to be able to take your on at least three dates a month, despite his busy schedule, because he knows how precious time is and how little of it he has in his possession

they could be as simple as going into the city to try a new food spot or to sit and watch the city night sky

he just wants to be able to have his arm around you and he’s content

overall sannie is very lovable, he’ll be very forward with his affections, in words or actions, and anything you do will make his brain twirl and his heart soar 💕💕

🌱🌱🌱

#this made me so happy thank you anon for my first request !!#ateez x reader #san x reader #choi san x reader #choi san #ateez #truetwirls writes #anon ask #request #kpop fanfiction #kpop #san as your boyfriend #please don't hesitate to send requests <3

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dirty-trash-mongrel · 10 months

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uhh artfight yeah that's happening soon my silly little lady because I like how her reference sheet came out i'll probably be posting more oc stuff on here but i really need to get over canon character artblock,,,,, i can't just keep drawing J over and over and call it a different drawing

#murder drones #murder drones oc #md oc #agagagagag going feral over my creatures #i love her?#platonically?#that tail don't belong to you girl #put it back #if anyone has art requests ask box is open-#so hesitant posting original character content on here idk why #alley scribbles #critterville #mongrel behavior

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meatbricks · 3 months

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this one is related to something blu (i think) asked a few weeks ago that i forgot about until just now (and also because i get anxious about messaging or sending asks to people lol).

we know what will happen if the reader dies, but what about if bruteforce or the painter died? would the other dude act / grieve kinda the same or would it be worse? i NEED some fucking angst to think about man.

OUGH.. THIS REQUEST... i've actually thought about it a lot before but man... :') (also thank you so much for requesting!! ^^ i know this probably doesn't help any but you shouldn't be anxious about sending me stuff; i love to hear from my followers & people who read my blog in general, and it makes me really happy to know that someone likes my stuff so much to send in several requests/messages/literally anything LMAO)

ANYWAYS. onto the Large Sad™

warning(s): major character death, grief, self-harm via self-neglect, suicide, mentioned canon-typical violence, suggested necrophilia, codependency, unhealthy relationships, uhhhh. unironically the most depressing thing i've ever written for this fandom

hcs are under the cut!!

if either of the guys died, the other's grieving process would be. so much fucking worse

to put this into perspective (and idk if i mentioned this anywhere else, but still), these two have essentially been in each other's orbit (so to speak) since they were really young.. like. since painter was 7 and since bruteforce had literally just been born. sure they might not have ever interacted before that night at the bar but painter had been stalking bruteforce since he began existing on this mortal plane

...so naturally we'll start with how he'd react to bruteforce dying!!

upon initially finding out that his object of obsession since 7 years old and literal only friend ever is dead, i think he'd just. break

it would take a minute, especially if he wasn't in the room when it happened, but once the realization hits him he just loses his shit

all the work he put into the relationship they had, everything they'd been through up until that point, the things he'd planned for him (and both of them, really) in the future... just. gone. gone in an instant.

i don't think he'd really be able to speak coherently at all for a while, so many thoughts are racing through his mind.. why did this happen? how did this happen? could he have stopped this? he's mad. he should be mad, and someone needs to pay. god himself needs to pay. but he can't fight god. he's going to fight god, even if it's impossible. but he doesn't know how, and he'll never know how. there has to be something he can do about this. this can't have happened. this didn't happen. but it did. what is he going to do now? who's going to take care of him now? who's going to help him?

those last thoughts hit him like a bus. he realizes that without bruteforce he's essentially homeless again, with no accomplice to help him; right back to square one.

needless to say, it'll take him months, maybe even years to get back to his status-quo.. maybe he'd just stop doing what he's been doing altogether and just never leave the house

what he'd be doing? watching the tape from PIGS over and over again, just lying in bed, staring listlessly at the screen.

as a little bonus, though, if painter was in the room with bruteforce when he died, after trying and failing to get him to wake up he'd just.. sorta.. lay next to him for a while, as close as possible, even if just to pretend that everything is fine

and if painter died? well, plain and simple, bruteforce would just.. kill himself

his initial reaction would just be.. blank. with or without painter in the room, he would just.. stare. the only difference between scenarios is him carrying painter's corpse if he's there with him, or really just kind of. lifting him off the ground and holding him

he'd give him a proper burial, even though he'd like to keep him around for a little longer; it just wouldn't feel right to keep him there any longer

he'd bury painter with all his art supplies, and might debate on putting his paintings in the grave too before ultimately deciding to keep them around because it's what painter would have wanted

his general behavior after that still involves getting out of the house as much as possible, but eventually after coming home to an empty house enough times he'll decide he's had enough

he isn't ever going to be the same after this, he can't go back to just living normally after what he's done and he can't go back to killing people either because every time he'd see someone die the only thing he'd be able to think about is painter and how much he would've loved this if he were there. and he isn't.

he hasn't been sleeping, he hasn't been doing much of anything at all, he doesn't really want to go outside but he doesn't have much of a choice because he just can't stand being in this fucking house anymore but he can't leave, that would be too difficult, and whenever he does go out people notice that something's wrong and ask what it is but he can't tell them because that'd give him away as a serial killer

the only way he can see to leave is to die, and so he does.. he takes the gun he stole from the fords' place, goes out to where he buried painter, and shoots himself there; either lying on the grave or right next to it

no matter which one of them dies, the other one inevitably dies shortly after, whether it's passively or actively; and no one would find either of them on account of their house not even really legally existing

#this is the answer (ooc)#this is the answer #these are the headcanons #this is the writing #🖌#🪓#🖌🪓#urbanspook #the painter urbanspook #urbanspook analog horror #actually almost cried while writing this wtf #i think i dont put enough emphasis on how completely intertwined these guys' lives are?? which i mean #its understandable because most of the stuff that gets requested here is x reader-related things #and i have no problem with that!! it's all really fun to write!!#but i'm really happy to get a chance to put their codependency on display here because. man..#they literally can't live without each other but they DON'T EVEN KNOW EACH OTHER'S NAMES.....#they'd kill and die for each other but never even met each other's parents #everything one does revolves around the other but they hesitate to even call each other friends.......... they dont know what they are #but they're definitely something #man i can't wait to write more about them as. a couple? i guess?#and im really hoping more people request stuff with them together #because for as much as i see the fandom ship them i dont think i've ever gotten any requests specifically for them being shipped #also i think this might be the first mature post on my blog that isn't saucy LMAO

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