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biribaa · 10 months
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WAWAAWAWAAWW ROMANCE THIS PLATONIC THIS WHATEVER I WANT TO SEE SCRYBES AS PARENTAL FIGURES
Leshy would be a well balanced father, he knows when to treat you sweetly and he knows when you need to be scolded. For me Leshy is one of the most leisurely patrons, so you can have plenty of free time to do any kind of parent and child activity.
I really believe that Leshy would teach you how to make wooden figures. Just you, his dear child, and him, making some wooden figures together. Did you cut yourself with the knife? Of course, don't worry, Leshy will have his full attention for you and take care of your cut. Leshy isn't desperate with certain injuries of yours, of course he's worried, but he knows you're going to be fine.
Leshy will have a hard time making food for you... Seeing how he's not very fond of cooking. Having some cookbooks would be nice right now...
Leshy tends to sleep hugging you, he wants to make sure you're warm, the woods usually tend to be cold, and he would hate to see his dear child have to suffer from a cold nose and sneezing.
Leshy will teach you how to hunt, write, read, how to skin animals without getting blood on you, etc. Basics for you to survive in the forest if at some point you want to live alone.
Also, Leshy tells you bedtime stories! He was hesitant at first, but seeing how insistent you were, he couldn't say 'no' to your lovely smile.
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I bet Grimora has dreamed/wanted at some point in her life to have a child, so trust me, you are a blessing in her life!
Grimora showers you with verbal support. You did a drawing of her? "Why, isn't this splendid my child! I'm truly proud of you Y/N. Keep drawing and I bet you'll be even better than uncle Magnificus!". You finish the duties Grimora sent you to do? "Good job Y/N! I know that I could always trust you." Or anything else that you made a effort? "Magnificent Y/N! I'm so happy to hear this news!"
She doesn't spoil you, but Grimora clearly gives the attention every child needs to you and you alone. Grimora doesn't just want to be your mother, she wants to be your friend.
Grimora loves to teach you things, even the simplest things, like sewing or how to make tea. And after that the two of you try to sew something together while she listens to you talk about your day.
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Magnificus being a father figure is similar to Leshy, but more protective. Leshy trusts you and knows you can get by with his learnings, while Magnificus is extremely protective of you.
He always asks where you're going and who your new friends are. Don't get him wrong, Magnificus its just worried and care about you, both your physical and mental health. He wants to make it more than clear that you are not just anyone, but the child of Magnificus. Perhaps this sudden fame and a lot of people treating you like royalty might irritate you slightly, so it would be best to talk to Magnificus about the situation if that's what bothers you, so he can make an attempt to sort things out.
I don't think Magnificus is one of the best fathers, so he puts a lot of expectations on you as his child, but over time he realizes that you are not a saint and sometimes you just don't have the physical/mental strength to do certain things , he tries to lighten the weight of expectations and responsibilities on you while you're still just a kid, you deserve to be free :]
And like Grimora, Magnificus likes to shower you with verbal support, always telling you he's proud of you for doing your chores. Sometimes, he even gives you gifts that he knows you like!
Magnificus is also a great listener. The moment between the two of you while Magnificus paints a picture and you talk endlessly about your interests is pleasant for him. Speaking of painting, you're the first person he shows the paintings he's done!
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Oof, P03 is a tough one.
P03 never planned or was interested in having a child, and yet, here you are.
P03 is horrible at showing the affection they have for someone. The easiest type of affection for P03 to express affection is simply helping you with whatever difficulties you are having.
They help you pick up things you can't reach for your size, helps you with tasks you're having and listens to you talk about the horrible day you had (with a bonus of them calling whoever bothered you an asshole. And having something against that person after that day).
And of course P03 will teach you strategies and how to play cards, saying that "I don't want to suffer the shame of having a horrible player as a child", but in fact he meant "Omfg I don't want anyone calling my kid a loser I want them to be the best so they can be proud of themselfand not have their mental health destroyed by idiots"
And when P03 praises a drawing you made for it or completed a task or won a card battle, it just says "Good job Y/N", with a lil' pat pat in your head. But he SWEARS he's been so positively affected by the things you've done, he just has a big problem expressing it. So please, do tell him if you don't feel appreciated enough, and P03 will make an attempt to show his true feeling more.
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healerelowen · 5 months
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Hello hello! Back again with some stuff!
You have no idea just how long I was waiting for someone to ask me this. But for some reason I can't find the ask in my inbox. I don't think I deleted it, so I'm not sure where it could've gone.
But anyways, this was requested from someone so whoever requested hi hello here's the stuff you asked me for :)
I hope you enjoy and have a good rest of your day/night!
-Scrybes with a reader who’s getting gray hairs-
Leshy
Leshy is able to pick up that you're growing in gray hairs fairly quickly. He’s quite observant and tends to notice a lot of things about people that others would usually miss. 
With that said, this results in Leshy just..staring at you..trying to pinpoint which area is becoming more gray than the other. Not in a weird way, of course, he’s merely watching your telltale sign of aging growing more and more as time goes on. 
He doesn’t necessarily make comments on it, he does point it out the first time he notices though. Whether or not you noticed before he did depends, but otherwise he doesn’t say anything about it. Why make such a fuss over something that is simply a sign of aging? 
If you were to be a bit self conscious about your gray hairs, then Leshy is certainly quick to reassure you. Simply telling you that there is nothing for you to worry about, and that the process was only natural in all life. Even wolves get gray around their muzzles at some point, so you are no different. He will try as best as he possibly can in his own Leshy way to help you feel better, either by incorporating your aging state into his game in a more euphoric way or perhaps showing you an elder beast or two to show you that there’s nothing outlandish about your predicament. 
This does not stop him from treating you the same as ever, a small quip here and there but little else. You’re simply growing with time, just as much as any life that graces the Earth. But at the end of the day, he still sees his precious challenger just as much as when you first met. 
Grimora   
Grimora is another that’s quick to catch on that you’re growing in gray hairs. In fact, she’s rather elated at the news! It only brings her great joy that you are showing your age more prominently, though she won’t force you to enjoy it with her, but not without providing some insight to hopefully give some food for thought. 
She doesn’t point it out immediately after she notices for the first time, only if you don’t after some time passes. A simple, “Have you looked at yourself in a mirror lately, dear?” is probably what she would say in regards to pointing it out, but definitely in a more polite sense than if you took it out of context. Like Leshy, she doesn’t make a huge deal about it. Sure, she’s glad to see it, but she won’t push her limits especially if you’re uncomfortable.
Speaking of which, if you were feeling self conscious about it, Grimora is also quick to help regenerate your mood, although likely not as immediate as Leshy. To help you feel better, she would likely give you reassuring words and general comfort. Perhaps she would even guide you to her special mirror and point out just how lovely you look with gray hairs, explaining that whatever effects of aging show on your body, don’t affect just how much she loves and cares about you. She would also ask a few of her ghouls who definitely would have had such gray hairs about it and gain some reassurance from an outside party to further prove her point. 
Grimora loves the slight situation that you have, seeing it as nothing more but a shining example of just how resilient you’ve been throughout the years to get to this point in your life. 
P03   
“Haha old.”
P03 would undoubtedly say that the minute he notices. Of course, he doesn’t exactly mean to be rude entirely, but it definitely is to tease you at least a little bit. If that wasn’t enough, he makes sure to comment on it almost every single day afterwards. It only upticks the teasing and banter that was already being tossed around preemptively. Unless of course you say otherwise, in which case he will respect that with a slight huff. 
He certainly comments on it the most out of the four by a long shot. In fact, most of the insult humor is based around you and becoming older with gray hairs. He just will hardly ever stop running its voice box about it until the day it rusts over.
 On that note, he can’t help but feel at least a little anxious. As he knows that you’re only inching closer and closer towards death and that your discoloring hair is only a sign that your time is just barely starting to wrap up. But like hell he would actually admit that to anyone, no matter their relationship with it, they’re not getting a single word out of it. 
If you’re feeling self conscious about your gradual change in appearance, there’s not much that P03 can provide. But what he can do is give you someone to lean on and talk to, in which case it can provide a bit more verbal comfort and show that softer side of him that it otherwise would keep hidden away. He can’t exactly compare and show you that aging like this is normal via real demonstrations, but the words of reassurance definitely help make up for that.
P03 honestly, truly, doesn’t care about the fact that your hair is growing gray, it just loves to be a bitch about it and tease you nonstop or whenever it gets the chance given the circumstance. 
Magnificus
Magnificus doesn’t really notice a whole bunch, but that might be because he already saw it beforehand. He points it out if you don’t but in a more subtle comment that could be compliments if you look at it a certain way. Something along the lines of, “A new splash of color, dear?” 
Compliments it a lot. Doesn’t let you feel self conscious about it. Well, not entirely, he’ll let you feel what you want to feel, but definitely doesn’t let emotions weighing you down based on appearance alter your perception of yourself. 
Though like P03 he does get highly anxious about your aging. He knows that one day you’ll go, it’s going to happen, even if he hasn’t had a vision about it yet, and he dreads the day it will happen. He loves and cares about his darling too much to just let them go on such short notice, even if a few strands of gray hair are only the very brinks of the beginning of that process. It could be like a few streaks and he’d still be a nervous wreck. You might have to help him through it from time to time depending on how bad it is. 
If you were more strongly feeling self conscious about your gray hairs, he will first try and over some encouraging words. “I don’t see anything even remotely wrong, my dear, I only see a few new strokes of unique coloring on something that will always be gorgeous.” Is something that he would likely say. If that doesn’t work, then he resorts to actively doing something with you to show you that there really isn’t anything wrong with your appearance. If that doesn’t work, then he takes you to his students to get their thoughts. And if even that doesn’t work, then he’s down to his last resort; Magnificus is going to take you by the hand all the way to Grimora’s just for her to prove his point.
Magnificus will go to extensive lengths for you, more than he has ever done with anyone, ever. That’s just because he loves you so much, and doesn’t want you to lose sight of who you always were, youthful or aging.
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thanatopia · 5 months
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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 + 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 ^_< - ☆
𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬! 𝐈 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 + 𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐈, 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰!
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐈 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫:
➩𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦
➩𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬
➩ 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟏: 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐝𝐲𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐲
➩𝐒𝐂𝐏: 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
➩𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐥?
➩𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬
➩𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
➩𝐔𝐥𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥
➩𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲
➩𝐓𝐚𝐮
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𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬:
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𝐃𝐍𝐈: 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐡¡𝐩/𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟¡𝐜, 𝐙𝐨𝐨𝐬, 𝐏𝐞𝐝𝐬/𝐌.𝐚.𝐩𝐬, 𝐁𝐢𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐬, 𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬,𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬
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𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲! 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 @thanatopia-11, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬. 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 + 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭! 𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐈 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐈 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 :]
𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ
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chibipsycho-v3 · 1 year
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m.. more P03 please? i'm simping ovr here
You and me both, brudda! I'm dying over this 'bot- and it shows, I went. WAAAY over on this one, wow. To be fair, though! I actually tried to write a short intro, then took the end from a WIP that I'm banging away at, so it ended up being long 'cuz of that. Not that anyone minds, am I right!? Enjoy~
P03 x GN!Reader
You were embroiled deep in an intense match with P03 and he was not making it easy while he jeered the whole time. "You've forgotten your lane positioning again," he pointed out with that smug face.
"Yeah, well- I bet I can still win," you huffed more to yourself. The response was not lost on him.
"Bet, you said?" he chirped, even more self-satisfied, "Alright! If I win, you have to clean up the reject pile."
"Yeesh," you replied, pausing. What could you demand in exchange-? And it hit you. "If I win," you wore a similar smug expression, "You have to give me a hug."
P03 bleeped a noise in surprise and you got to see shock on his screen. "What- Wait- That's it- or-" he stuttered, trying to comprehend. Ellipsis took over his screen, then he corrected himself, "Fine, weirdo. Deal."
Your match continued… and suddenly P03's teasing was missing. You held back pointing it out- but when the next turn came, he- hesitated on card placement. Then he put down a card in a clearly unoptimized spot. You held your tongue again, but it was difficult.
On your next turn, you got the card you needed to end the match. The scales tipped as P03 watched with keen interest- then as soon as it was over, he made an exaggerated sigh through his fans. "Lame," he muttered, "Now I have to let you touch me."
The truth was buzzing in your skull. You saw it. He obviously threw that match.
"Deal's a deal!" you teased, jumping up from your chair. P03 looked a little startled at your enthusiasm as you rounded the table. "So get down here and accept your 'punishment.'"
P03 paused, then lowered his hover by a foot to decrease the height difference, giving the impression he was kneeling down to meet you. He turned his arm outward to allow you close and his eyes had shifted to the side in an expression you could only call 'tsundere.'
You fought down your laugh and met him in two strides. You threw your arms up to hug him around his midsection, reaching on your tip-toes to do so. Even though he was expecting it, P03's frame jerked with what sounded like an alarmed beep. There was a second of hesitation, then slowly, cautiously… his heavy arm circled around your back and squeezed you to his frame.
Your face ached with how much you were smiling. You couldn't help nudging your cheek against his chassis. The metal was surprisingly warm, you could hear faint clicking and whirring from his internal mechanisms. He smelled like machine oil and warm exhaust with a hint of grime, but you didn't care in the slightest.
The moment lasted forever, or it felt like it.
You felt a tiny tremble in his arm behind your back, heard another whirr add in as an internal fan kicked on- then suddenly P03's arm withdrew and wedged between you and him to pry you off. "Alright, that's enough," he muttered as he removed you, but you didn't miss the dash marks on his cheeks before they vanished.
But you knew the truth now- and you were determined to weaponize it.
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kakusu-shipping · 4 months
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I was the sadistic po3 ask and you are so right. I honestly hadn't thought about it for very long its the vibe he gives off initially but the more I think on it the more I realize hes the type to fall little by little and then all at once. The type to call you an idiot and give you advice in the same statement, to notice immediately when you change your hair style or a new shirt. The moment he realizes hes the type to do the oh. oh. oh no. Like thats his vibe. hes a dick but a loving one.
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Okay FIRST OF ALL anon that post is almost two years old at this point so. Welcome back. I'm sorry I was so harsh to your Sadistic Yandere P03 concept.
SECOND P03 acts of service Tsundere type is so funny I love that for him. He will deny he did that for you, or if he accepts it he expects gratitude of the highest caliber.
This doesn't feel very Yandere to me though this is very base P03 affection to me. But that's because to me P03 is the least Yandere out of the Scrybes.. and I think that's why the polycule broke up before you arrived??
He was the object of their obsessions, and it was smothering and toxic and terrifying. He hated it, he was scared, he was cadged, he could never do anything on his own or go anywhere without checking in on someone. He never had his own space, never had control...
Yandere P03 would then push that cycle of abuse onto you, take control from you, not forcefully, but just a little bit at a time. Manipulate your space slowly so you have fewer and fewer options on where to go, like shortening a leash on a dog. It takes time. It takes routine.
This though, the acts of service and catering to your comfort, is Post Recovery P03. A P03 who's had time, a LOT of time, to himself, to his space, and found loneliness. He wants you to want to come back, because deep down he needs you, but doesn't want to admit that, because to him it's wrong to need someone. It hits too close to home, make him feel too much like the other scrybes.
He'll give you reasons to want to come back, and it'll remind him of how Grimora would always lend him things so he'd have reason to return. How she'd gift him everything he'd wanted so he'd come back, how she'd loose several matches in a row, and only win the one he'd said was his last game, so he'd stay and challenge her to a rematch
He'll follow on your heel as you wander around his factory because it's dangerous and maze like, and it'll remind him of the feeling of being followed, of being watched, by Magnificus everywhere he went. The suffocating feeling of never being anywhere alone, of eyes that saw his every possible future always on him. He'll deny his affections to you and remind himself of Magnificus doing the same when he'd stumbled into a room covered wall to wall in paintings of himself, in situations he knew Magnificus was not with him
He'll spend time tailoring his game to your play style, making sure cards you like are more plentiful, making sure the puzzles are engaging and challenging, and he'll remind himself of Leshy, the worst of them all, and that cabin full of intrigue. Of story and hard fights and difficult puzzles and nights of "Just one more round" turned three and four. When he floats just above you to feel superior he'll be reminded of the wall that use to be a door that he'd pressed himself against Leshy towered above him, a man who'd say one thing and feel another, who'd played the hero over and over in their games, and revealed himself the villain when P03 attempted to leave
He doesn't want to need you in the same way the other Scrybes had needed him
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hexagonalhavoc · 5 months
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Forrest Family 
Platonic Leshy + Subordinates 
Reader is always gn unless stated otherwise 
[Author’s Note: I totally forgot I had this blog 😭 basically in this au Leshy and all of his subordinates exist in the real world. Y/n gets two loving families in this and I am considering making several parts of this au because you don’t meet everyone in this oneshot]
[⚠️Small mentions of death but no one actually dies, reader almost drowns but is okay in the end]
     No one could ignore the sound of a crying baby, not even the strange entities that resided within the woods. 
The Trader was the one who found you wedged between a car seat and pieces of dented metal. The car must have fell from the mountain roads. Miraculously, there was not a single scratch on your tiny body. There were two figures in the front row seats but The Trader could hardly see them through the rubble. 
The only thing she can see is the fussy baby strapped in a car seat. The car seat had a name sewed onto the top of the fabric. “Y/n…” She mumbles tentatively.
Assuming that your parents didn’t survive the crash, she scooped you up into her arms and took you to the heart of the forest where the Scrybe of Beasts lived along with his subordinates. The entities in this forest had questionable morals but even they knew that a baby couldn’t be left to die. They couldn’t leave the forest and there were no campsites to drop you off safely so the only option they had was to raise you. 
Not everyone was open to the idea but you ended up winning their hearts quickly. 
What they didn’t know was that your parents were alive, simply knocked out from the harsh collision. They were lucky enough to have cellphone service and were able to call for help. They were fine with injuries that could easily be treated. The worse wounds your parents suffered was when they found out their child wasn’t in the backseat. Your car seat was found unbuckled but you were too young to know how to free yourself and even if you did you wouldn’t be able to go very far with your limited mobility. 
A mystery like this was all over the news as the grieving parents dealt with interviews and interrogations that only rubbed salt in the wound. Despite this tragedy, your parents were able to work through it and stay together. 
Seven years later you were found by an explorer in the woods who found you feeding seeds to the small creatures of the woodlands. Seeing this child alone and away from civilization, they left the woods with you and called the police. That day you were safely returned to your biological family but your forest family had lost you. They knew that this was a good thing and that is why they let you go despite being close enough to see what was happening.
As much as they loved you, you needed to be with people, with your original family. That night the woods was quiet. It was void of any joyful giggles and the little pitter patter of you running around playing games.
When you were found no one expected you to be in such good condition. The clothes on your back kept you warm and your nails were neatly clipped. You even knew how to read, write, speak, and do some simple math. Everyone was grateful that you were safe and sound but everyone was curious as to how a child could be in such good condition despite being in the woods for seven years. 
You couldn’t have gotten this way by yourself meaning that someone took care of you. When you were asked about who you were with in this woods you told people everything. 
You told them about your three uncles: The goofy one who had a cute dog and was always looking for gold, the one who always fished and taught you not to be scared of the water, and the one who frequently set up traps in the forest that would hum melodies that lulled you to sleep. Then you told them about your aunt who had a peculiar hairstyle who loved card games. You even told them about your two older siblings, Luke and Kaycee who resembled two people who went missing in the same forest you spent your years in. 
The last person they heard about was your Forest Father who you described to be a man with animal legs covered in twigs and leaves. He watched over everyone and loved to play games in his cabin.
Despite being unnerved, most people brushed it off as you having an active imagination. These people had to exist but surely they didn’t have the inhuman features you spoke of. The people who raised you were a mystery to everyone but with you found safe the case was closed and you were now going to live a normal life with the family you should have always been with. 
You ended up living in a good home and reconnecting with your parents as well as making friends. Then you grew up into a healthy adult with a job and a small place. 
Yet you still remembered your forest family, that’s why you were here. 
You knew if you told anyone, especially your family they would freak out so this was something you did without telling anyone. You aren’t sure why but lately the mystery behind your forest family happened to be eating away at you. You wondered if they truly looked so strange or if you just didn’t remember things correctly because you were a child. 
You needed answers for yourself and thus you’re in the forest where you spent a chunk of your childhood. Despite it being so long ago, you still knew how to walk these trails. The smell of the dirt and ferns was comforting to you. Even if you didn’t find the people you were looking for it was still nice to be here. The family you remember might not even be in the woods anymore.
Then you spotted something that made you freeze. You took a step back and then crouched down to look at it. It almost looked like a statue of a frog made with metal and screws. You tapped its head and its shape suddenly changed into a bear trap which you made stumble back in alarm. Dirt coated the trap and there wasn’t a single speck of rust which means that this trap has to be new! And if it is that means that your forest family was still here! You remember how your uncle Trapper would make these strange looking frog traps to lure in animals.
With a newfound sense of determination you continued onward. You wondered how your forrest family would react when they saw you again. You hope that they’re as nice as you remember them being. You hope they want to see you. 
It wasn’t very long until you faced another obstacle in your path, a body of water that stretched out across the land. It would take too long to find where the water stops. If you wanted to continue on your best bet would be to cross the water. You looked down into the water but you couldn’t gage how deep it was, the water was too murky. You would just have to take a chance, you were a strong swimmer though so you should be okay if the water is deep. 
You walk to the edge, looking at your own reflection as you tried to hype yourself up. You had gone so far that there was no point in turning back. It was just a little bit of water. 
One foot cautiously dips into the water. It doesn’t seem that deep! With more confidence, your other foot submerges itself in the water and sinks slightly under the mud. You begin to wade in the water, taking things one step at a time. At least the current isn’t very strong. 
You’re halfway across but with your next step, the ground seemingly disappears under you. In an instant, your head is swept beneath the water. You don’t have enough time to take a breath and your limbs flail around as you try to swim but your backpack weights you down. In your panic the only thing you do is thrash around like an animal as the dirty water gets in your nose and eyes. You don’t even consider that your backpack is the one keeping you trapped within the water.
Just when you think it’s hopeless, you feel something tugging you up by your shirt and in a flash you’re back above the water. You let out a few coughs as you rubbed the dirt out of your eyes. When your vision cleared you looked up at the one who had saved you. It was a large man with a fishing rod in his with a comically large fishing hook on it. You look at the man’s green tinted skin and the fins on his head with disbelief. He looked exactly how you remembered. 
“Uncle Angler!” You were the first to break the little staring match you two were having. Despite being cold and tired you stood up and hugged him. “Y/n Fish.” His voice lacked any inflection but you still knew how to read him even after all these years and you knew he was happy to see you too given the way his arms engulfed you. It was a strange hug but he made you feel safe and secure. 
After a few moments both of you take a step back but you’re still looking up at him with a smile. “I’m so glad to see you! Do you know where the others are?” 
“We’re close. I can lead.” He says as he picks up a few buckets of fish to take with him. You go to grab one in order to help you out but he gives you a look. The Angler doesn’t want you carrying such a heavy bucket after going through so much. His pace is slow which makes him easier to keep up with. He’s as big as you remember but also just as gentle. You don’t mind walking back with him in silence. The Angler had always been a man of few words and as a kid you two would sit together and fish in silence which taught you remarkable of patience. 
The walk isn’t too long but you’re still exhausted. It was a long drive to get here, and then a long walk, and then almost becoming a meal for The Angler’s great whites. But it’s all worth it, especially when you see the figure in the clearing. Some would find him scary. He’s a tall figure whose body is adorned with plant life. A deer-like leg kicks at the dirt behind him. He holds an old fashioned camera in his hands. 
As you and The Angler approach he looks over at the direction where he hears the snapping of twigs and dry leaves. Both of you stare each other. His eyes becoming luminous orange spirals as he comprehends what he’s seeing. And in a moment, both of you run at each other. Your backpack is discarded to the ground without another thought and whatever Leshy was going to take a picture of is long forgotten. 
His limbs are lanky but incredibly strong. You feel like a child again being held like this. You rest your head against his shoulder and inhale the familiar scent of greenery that never withered or decayed. 
“You came back.” He whispers those words faintly but you still hear them. You knew that this might be emotional and yet you’re overwhelmed by your feelings in the best way possible. 
“Of course I did.” Your breathing is shaking but you still let out a small laugh. “You’re all my family too and I’ll always want you guys to be apart of my life.” You wipe your nose on your sleeve and sniffle. 
This feels like the greatest thing that could ever happen, to have two families who love and care for you even if it’s in different ways. 
It’s saddening that you can’t allow your biological family to meet your forrest family but you’re happy to have them both. You’re happy to live a boring, technology filled civilian life as well an exciting one in the woods filled with magic and mystery. 
You have the best of both worlds.
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Cat
P03 x Gn Reader
[Author’s Note: P03 doesn’t like ur cat. That’s the summary. This is very short 😅]
    He absolutely hated anything organic. You were the only exception of this but anything else was a big no go. 
P03 could tell with the way you looked at them that you were scheming, you held an old blanket close to your chest. When you revealed it to be a kitten they immediately hovered to the other side of the room. 
You were bringing that dirty flesh bag into their own sterile factory!?
Though he couldn’t say no to you and your kindness for the creature so he allowed it to stay until a home could be found for it.
Months later and this little shit was still living in the factory. He banged his claw against the conveyor belt yet the cat laid there peacefully, eyes closed in the robot’s direction as if taunting him. “Get off you little $4!# !” He banged his claw against it once more, the fat little shit did nothing. 
“Y/n!” He screamed out, realizing there would be no reply because you weren’t there at the moment. Dammit. It was up to him to deal with this cat. “Ugh, I have to touch you.” Their claw reached forward, tightening around the cat’s torso. “Ew. Ew. Ew.” Once the cat was a safe distance they dropped the feline. 
The feline got right back on the conveyor belt, circling them laying back down. 
“Are you 4#@&ing kidding me!?” 
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lovesickletters · 10 months
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you write inscryption!? if it's alright, maybe a letter from grimora? sorry if you're not, there's just so little inscryption content that i got so excited when i saw it on your list. i love all your work so far, your letters are really captivating and all distinct!
💜𝒢𝓇𝒾𝓂ℴ𝓇𝒶 | ℒℴ𝓋ℯ𝓈𝒾𝒸𝓀 ℒℯ𝓉𝓉ℯ𝓇💜
I do indeed! Excellent choice, I simply adore Grimora, the goth old lady💜 Sorry for the delay my love but here you go!
{Item Description: A wax-sealed parchment stamped with the insignia of a skull that crawls with the scent of death, but in a way that makes you feel comfortable…? Like a warm hug drowning out a bone-chilling shiver shot down your spine. The calligraphy is practiced and perfected, with not a smudge nor blot.}
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Hello my dearest, I admit I am quite enlivened to be using my quill for purposes aside from noting down the epitaphs of those that have passed to be transformed into cards, to be writing something far more optimistic in nature is quite a refreshing alteration. They do say a change is as good as a rest.
I admit I had no particular urgent reason for writing to you, the mood struck me all of a sudden and I found my quill itching to be used. Perhaps I find inspiration in the variety you bring to these death-ridden halls with your life. Magnificus the dear geezer doesn’t seem to quit going on and on about how death and life don’t mix well but I think you and I know better. Do come visit some time, would you? I could do with a change from the tedium, and we could chat over a cup of green tea perhaps?
All my love,
Grimora, Scrybe of the Dead.
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gearfoeging · 2 years
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Alright, this is baby's first publicly posted fanfic so apologies if it's bad... also written on a phone at 5:30 AM.
Edit: I was originally gonna do all the scribes in this post but I'm so sleepy and I really wanna post this so I'll do more parts with the others if y'all want :)
The scribes deal with an S/O who subconsciously munches on miscellaneous items.
"Don't put that in your MOUTH!"
Pt. 1 (Leshy)
It was quiet at Leshy's cabin, the two of you hunched over either end of a table in dim candle light, while a storm raged and wailed against the old brittle wood of your cozy accommodations. You had been playing for a few hours now and exhaustion was starting to creep up on you. You had already made a multitude of misplays that had ended up costing you two of your candles, and nearly extinguished your third. Now more than ever you had to focus.
Leshy had noticed before your habit of chewing on your nails or biting your lip. It happened often when you where either anxious or too concentrated on what you where doing to notice. It wasn't too concerning, you usually stopped before you drew blood, which happen occasionally but not often. Today, however, Leshy was very much surprised and absolutly mortified when he had looked up from his cards and seen you, sleepy but intensely focused, gnawing on the pair of golden scissors usually kept to the side of the table with your other items. He froze for a moment, registering the situation, before he reached over the table and snatched the tool from your loose grip. You sputtered, nearly dropping the hand you had just been so closely studying, and stared wide eyed at the scribe in front of you.
Both of you sat there for a moment, in startled silence, before you looked down to see the golden scissors you had been contemplating using held in a death grip. There was a bit of drool dripping off the handle, and you realized you must have started chewing on them absentmindedly. At the realization, and the petrified look on Leshy's face, you started to grin, then a small giggle escaped you, and soon you were doubled over the table laughing. Now Leshy was acually frightened. Why were you trying to eat the scissors?? why were you laughing so hard?!? You caught your breath after a moment and sat up, whipping the tears from your eyes.
"Oh my stars I'm sorry, I didnt mean to scare you there Leshy!"
He just sat there, eyeing you cautiously, so you figured you should elaborate. After a brief explanation of your bad habit and how you weren't acually trying to eat the scissors, Leshy seemed to calm down, at least a little bit. Following that, you both decided it would be best to get some sleep, and leave your game for another night when you where less likely to try munching on any other items or even the cards in your deck.
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devilhazze · 2 years
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Pssst! You, fellow Inscryption simps!
Yeah! You!
Got any fluffy P03 x Readers ya know of?
Compiling a list of em for myself ;)
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biribaa · 3 months
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*Scuffles into the inbox*
Hii friend I’m back again :3
I have another request but with a different Uberbot flavor this time. Orange flavor./hj
Just some general x reader headcanons for the Photographer will do :)
Again, like last time, you only do this when you have motivation and/or able to do it. Take your time friend ^^/pos
(Also feel free to drop by my inbox anytime!)
Photographer x reader headcanons
I dont have cute aesthetic headers for this one sorry
TW/CW:
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Don't expect for they to make the first move they're too silly to even know they are in love.
They don't even know they were able to feel love, much less have a partner. So everything at first was confusing for the poor robot.
And even if we are in a context where you try to make the first move, with gifts, flirting or something in common, they are so oblivious about it. They would just look at you and say "thank you".
...Yeahh, you'll have to be more direct than that.
In relationships. Photographers do not make gestures that are directly romantic, at least to other people. One of their ways of showing affection is to give you gifts! As much as they are a little silly, anything that reminds them of you, they will want to show you or give it to you as a gift.
Oh yeah, of course they love taking pictures of you whenever you allow they to. They wont waste one second away.
Speaking of pictures; Photographer do find themselves sometimes staring at your online selfies if you do in case post them. All with a little help from G0lly.
They MELT with affection from your, verbal or phisical. They cant really express it, of course but GOD, they love it. Just try not making the poor photographer overheat...
Photographer isnt much fluid with romantic nicknames, they are new to all this after all. "Dear" and "Love" is all they have for you.
AA Photographer is so quiet during cuddling, all you will have coming from them are the hums from their insides and fans. Loves holding your waist too.
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healerelowen · 8 months
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Smaller thought; We have the mount of X readers with the Scrybes and a few of them have this idea. If someone were to be a Scrybe’s partner, then by extent they would be a second in command. It stands to reason that if someone were to be so close to a Scrybe, then they would know how to oversee the Scrybe’s duties should the Scrybe not be able to temporarily.
I’m with you in the dark by S1lver_1nk on Ao3 has a good example of this, where it is shown in the first chapter, with the reader being in charge of production while P03 is gone.
Idk just some food for thought. Also sorry for flooding the main tag with ask things and random ideas, it will happen again./lh
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mortal-mayhem · 2 years
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I'm home!
I'm gonna take some time to settle in, but go ahead and send in your headcanon requests!
They are still very open!
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chibipsycho-v3 · 1 year
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Hello Hello! It’s me! If you don’t mind a request, could I get some fluffy headcannons of P03 and the Archivist? Take all the time that you need! I don’t mind a bit of a wait. Have a good rest of your day/night!
Ah, hello~! Headcanons, eh? Well, I misread that and by the time I noticed, I'd written part of it. So you get an extra double-dose! A scoop of headcanons AND a scoop of XReader! Here we go~
Fluff Headcanons- P03
P03 tries to be flippant and superior, but he absolutely has a soft spot when it comes to you. He may tone down his teasing or soften his voice clips when you enter, and it's noticeable. And adorable.
This boy is starved for affection, but he'll never admit it directly. But the way he reacts when you touch his arm or lean against his side… He leans into it immediately, then acts like he didn't notice he'd done anything.
And heaven forbid if you give P03 smooches. All of his attention is riveted on you now, seeking out more of your sweet kisses with gentle nudges. But don't tease him about it or he'll withdraw and pout about it half the day.
P03's genuine laughter is so sweet, imagine his laughter audio clips mixed with an uncontrollable giggle. It's a little tough to get him to laugh more than that little smug noise he makes usually, but boy does it pay off when you do get him going!
Fluff Headcanons- The Archivist
Archivist, above almost everything else, loves collecting data. And you are no exception! She is completely enamored with any story you have to tell her about your day. She loves to listen when you infodump about an interest of yours!
She has that prim-lady laugh in polite company, the mouth-closed 'hm-hm-hm' laugh. But in private, her real laugh is like the dramatic-lady laugh (think Jessie from Pokemon) but with an ethereal echo. Aaaha-ha-ha~ She only does it around the Uberbots and you.
Unlike some of the other Uberbots, Archivist is confident about affection. She'll lean down and place little static smooches on the top of your head whenever she feels like it (which is often.) And if you want snuggles, you'll GET snuggles!
She saves all of the little interactions she has with you in a folder deep in her hard drive- that may or may not be marked with a bunch of hearts. Keep out, Archivist's eyes only!
And now for our XReader portion!
P03 x GN!Reader
P03 was the type to get stuck in his work- balancing cards, recalibrating his particle scanner, doing spot inspections and generally being an overbearing boss to his factory workers. So in an attempt to relieve some of his workload, you offered to help him sort the day's cards.
There was an amiable silence between you as you both sorted cards into stacks of energy cost. Your thoughts carried you off as you glanced at the robotic Scrybe out of the corner of your eye. To think that he didn't even want you to look at the cards when you first began stopping by the factory, let alone touch them. Now he trusts you to sort with him; it felt… nice.
"What's the matter?" P03 interrupted your musing as you looked up. His eyes flicked down to your hands, then back up. "You were hesitating. Don't tell me that you suddenly forgot how to count," he teased, his screen flickering to that smug face of his.
You pouted, but you were used to his jeers at this point and could fire right back. "Oh, I was merely distracted by the handsome robot across from me," you replied, your own smirk curling your mouth. It wasn't technically a lie, either.
That seemed to catch him genuinely off-guard, a shocked face cycling across his screen before he switched to an indifferent look quickly as if to hide his reaction. "Seriously?" he beeped, "Are you so simple-minded that I distract you?"
He could dish the teasing out, but he couldn't take it and it was hilarious to you. "I mean, a Scrybe is pretty distracting by themselves, but you…" you trailed off with a smile, then added, "Intelligence and looks, dangerous combination."
You could tell you got him good because P03 started flustering with a few high chirps. Then there were those cute dashes on his 'cheeks'- Success! Blushing robot!
"S-Stop that!" he barked with a stutter, but you could tell he was putting up a front, "Just sort before I take them from you, idiot."
You couldn't help a laugh. He was so easy to tease sometimes.
The Archivist x GN!Reader
It was a rare moment that you got alone with the Archivist, once her flock of librarians had moved off to study some files at her behest. But you so enjoyed these moments with the Uberbot- and so did she.
You would ask her about her day and she would tell you about the most interesting files she had come across in that day. You weren't really sure about some of the technical terms she used, but she was so excited that you hung on every word anyway. Then she would ask you about your day. You told her this and that, even the tiniest details you added in held her attention. Whether your day was good or bad, she strove to hear everything about it- if you were willing to tell.
You were almost certain that she was slowly building a file on you- and that struck you as sweet.
"It sounds as if your day was interesting," Archivist cooed in that soft, digitized hum. Her voice was beautiful, it soothed your nerves to hear her talk about- anything. Sometimes you would just listen in on her instructions to the librarians just to admire the sound. "-Dear?"
"Huh?" You snapped back to attention, then felt a little silly, "Sorry, I zoned out. Could you repeat that?"
She laughed gently at your sheepish look. "I deduced that," she replied, "I said, 'I found a story that you might be interested in during my file search. Would you like me to read it to you, dear?'"
Oh, wonderful. "Yes, please," you found yourself replying a little too quickly. You knew Archivist had noticed when she tittered again.
She reached out her arm to beckon you closer and you obeyed. She tucked her arm around you to pull you closer to her frame and she smiled down at you. You smiled back, feeling so lucky to know her in this moment.
Archivist began her story, "It was a wondrous time to be alive…"
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kakusu-shipping · 2 years
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👉👈 can we have the link to the fic? i would also love some soft leshy brain rot hours
--lovelunarships
@lovelunarshipships
HELLO??? HELLO???? I CAN DO YOU ONE BETTER, CAPTAIN
Did you know I was top Leshy simp for the first three months of 2022? What did I do with that title you ask? Why, I wrote All of This Shit:
The OG Trilogy: Story Telling Break, Bonfire, and Resting Place
Cleaning Up
Tiny Hands
Shadowy Figure
~Rain Rain~
The Rule of Beasts
Winter Weather (implied part of a larger Scrybe Polycule series)
Pocket Monsters
Just Say the Word and I'll Lasso the Moon (the one you actually asked for)
Kissing Leshy Headcanons from Before the Above Fic
Leshy Yandere Headcanons (+the other scrybes)
Thought dumps that make you feel emotions One, Two, Three, and Four
General Leshy Headcanons One, Two, and Three
I did a smaller handful of Magnificus X Readers, two P03 X readers, and one general Grimora headcanon post as well, and I still have more thoughts, more prompts, and more requests to post.
I hope if you like what you see you'll stick around, or shoot a request of your own some time! Thankyou for being patient with me.
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hexagonalhavoc · 1 month
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Can I request the mycologists Cuddling with the reader hc ( I love the The Mushroom man🍄)
Mycologists cuddling with the reader hc’s
[Author’s Note: Yippee! An Inscryption ask! :D]
When performing surgeries for their experiments they have a steady hand but other than that their hands may occasionally twitch. 
Even in a calm mood they can still be finicky and which means they move around a lot during cuddle time which can be annoying at first. 
They love to rest their faces against yours.
The Mycologists do not like being distracted from their work and will often neglect any needs they may have while in work mode so you’ll have to remind them to take breaks. At first they get annoyed with you interrupting them but they are grateful that you care about them so much. 
Both heads will often bicker during cuddle time because the smaller head wants to talk while the other head just wants to enjoy the silence with you. 
You’re going to end up falling asleep on them because of how warm and cozy they are. 
They have a lot of scars on their hands because of the sharp objects and specimens they work with. If you trace the scars on their hands both heads will swoon. 
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