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mindsmade · 5 months

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aeren doesn't have a tent; he just pulls up several slabs of earth to provide shelter. again: referring to toph in atla. the inside and exterior of it are flavoured with some personal items:

aerendyl usually situates himself along the periphery of the camp, on or very close to the edge. he wants his privacy once he's chosen to retreat from the main 'body' of the camp, and will prefer to find a spot that affords him a view of the surroundings – either as a calming view to wake up to, or a way to put his mind at ease and be certain he's aware of any incoming threats from that direction.

several rugs and pelts overlap each other on the floor inside his ... hut?

his bedroll is usually on the right ( pov: looking in from the outside ), with the pillow near the far wall. said bedroll is very thin, as he likes to be in contact with the earth whenever he can. he piles on various blankets when they're in the shadow-cursed lands; the earth there 'doesn't feel right' and keeps him from sleeping. ( will also offer to pile on several more blankets should someone come around for a cuddle. he knows his bedroll is otherwise dreadfully uncomfortable to most, lmao )

crystals. so many crystals – on the floor along in bundles along the corners, embedded into the walls, and potentially in the roof ( if closed ). honestly, it's like stepping into a geode sometimes. e.g.: yellow jasper close to his shelter's entrance, aragonite along the walls, aquamarine literally wherever he has space, black obsidian and malachite most likely by his bedroll, and sardonyx along the outside of his shelter.

tucked under his pillow: romance novels to read before sleeping. some are smutty; it can't be helped!

on the other side of his tent ( left side when looking in from outside ), he keeps his sling bag, various letters he's held on to over the years and the stonecutter’s diary.

outside his tent, there's a comfy pillow with a low table he uses when journaling, poring over his father's diary, and jewelcrafting. it's not uncommon to find his toolkit left there when he's gone from camp.

he'll druidcraft plants along the outer perimeter of his shelter – mostly whatever's native to the area. in the shadow-cursed lands, he very obviously fails at that, leaving the outward appearance of his space looking threadbare.

the top might have an opening on clear nights so he can look at the stars.

his armour ( once cleaned ) is hung out to dry outside of his tent.

honestly, he's not opposed to wildshaping into a cat or smth and just snuggling up to someone for a few hours either. if he feels it'd be a welcomed gesture, don't be surprised to find an off-white / sandy looking cat traipsing into your tent and taking up residence next to you!!!

#ooc.#❛ headcanon / aerendyl.#théo's hc about daemos' tent inspired this honestly. thank u pal #anyway. i'm off now to scarf down early dinner and hop into a dnd oneshot for a few hours 🏃🏻‍♂️

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generic-sonic-fan · 1 year

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hands you another one 📁

Woohoo! I hand you in return: "Sage's Voice".

This one is very simple in concept but wonderfully angsty in its execution so far. It's based off of three things that are a bit of a stretch but sounded canon enough in my brain to work:

Sage's voice synthesis draws off sounds donated from an organic voicebank to allow her to sound more human, similar to modern-day voice synthesizers such as vocaloids,

keeping voice memos is a Robotnik family tradition starting with Gerard, and

Eggman has access to the Project Shadow files.

Which, of course, leads to THIS:

“I understand now," Sage says. "It is my voice which provokes a highly emotional reaction from you.” “Your voice?” Shadow snarls in return.

Or, to stop teasing you and give you the actual summary- this is a fic where Eggman based Sage's voice off of voice clips from Maria, and Shadow gets VERY upset about it.

#thank you so much for indulging me again!#I feel like this fic is a bit of a spiritual successor to 'robotnik family reunion' in a way #I do still headcanon Shadow and Sage growing close enough to call each other family- but that's the END goal of this fic #shadow gets to have a few (many) mental breakdowns first #it's just an interesting dynamic because sage genuinely doesn't want to be hurting shadow like this. but.#it all goes off the rails #I don't know how long this one will end up being- could be anything from a oneshot with a downer ending to a full hurt/comfort longfic

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heloflor · 2 years

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A few random personal headcanons about Cartman, Butters, and both :

1. Cartman doodles in class. I mean, we know from “Fractured but Whole” that he draws in a journal (regardless of the fact that the content of said journal is fucked up) + he seems to enjoy making visual representation of his schemes. So given how he doesn’t give a shit about school, he could definitely end up drawing to pass the time.

And the doodles he would make could depend on his mood or what’s on his mind. Like, when he was dating Heidi, he drew her or the two of them together; if he’s mad at Kyle or Tolkien or someone else, he’ll draw them being hurt or humiliated; if he’s thinking about a “get-rich-quick scheme”, he’ll draw himself and possibly Butters swimming in money.

2. Butters knows how to do quite a few shady things due to his friendship with Cartman. He would know how to pick a lock, how to remove fingerprints/avoid putting fingerprints or even stuff like how to bury a body or commit arson etc.

Everytime he would nonchalantly show those skills to Stan and Kyle, the two would be floored by it, while Kenny would already know about those skills (and be worried about it). Also if Stan and/or Kyle question Butters about it, Cartman would back it up like “yeah, obviously he knows how to do that ! Do you have any idea how hard it is to carry a body by yourself ?” as if it was the most obvious thing ever.

3. Kinda related to the previous one but Cartman would also willingly teach Butters random things just for the heck of it/because they’re friends. And by that I’m mostly thinking about how Cartman can play the harmonica (the “I hate you guys” song + his blues song from “Whale Whores”) and, in “Fractured But Whole”, Butters plays a song about being grounded in the tune of “I hate you guys”, giving off the impression that Cartman’s the one who taught him how to play the harmonica.

4. The Stotch parents don’t like the Cartmans, especially Stephen. Between Liane having little to no control over her son (Stephen doesn’t understand how you can let your kid walk all over you) and Stephen seeing/hearing about Butters “getting gay” with Cartman (not helped by him projecting his insecurities over his sexuality onto Butters), the Stotches just can’t bring themselves to have a good opinion on the Cartmans.

Ultimately, they only let their son hang out with Cartman because the kid doesn’t really have any other close friends his age. And it’s not like they can stop Cartman anyways (thinking about the confrontation in the trailer of the Vaccination Special with Cartman immediately getting aggressive towards Stephen)

Oh yeah, and after the events of “Band in China”, the Stotches would not-so-subtly make offhand remarks about Butters having new close friends now and how he should hang out with them instead of Cartman. Butters, of course, doesn’t listen.

5. 10 years-old Butters being light as a feather and sometimes Cartman carrying a pissed off Butters over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

(for example, imagine Butters yelling at some people who pissed him off but Cartman doesn’t have time for this and since Butters doesn’t want to stop, Cartman just grabs him, hauls him onto his shoulder and walks away with the kid flipping the bird to the people who pissed him off. Though Cartman would probably stop carrying him by throwing him onto the ground/randomly letting go, with Butters falling on his ass pretty hard : / )

6. While pretty much every kid grows out of being touchy, with some specific exceptions like Stan and Kyle remaining touchy towards each other, Cartman continues to be just as touchy towards everyone even as he grows older.

7. Something inspired by a youtube comment on a video that had Butters going apeshit (I think it was the scene from “Grounded Vindaloop”) : Butters as a teenager having huge anger issues and in general being out of control. Overall, he’d still be a sweet person when in a good mood but would be very easy to anger.

On that same note, he’d probably have little to no patience with bullshit since after dealing with abuse for so long he’s just done with everyone’s shit. His parents would have no idea how to deal with his rebellious tendencies (and would probably blame Cartman for it).

In general, his relationship with his parents would be weird. Like, Butters is still afraid of punishment and still doesn’t want to get in trouble with them, but at the same time he would absolutely talk back and, if things get too heated and he gets sent in his room, he would either tell them to fuck off and run outside or get in his room and leave through the window.

Also, Butters still does love his parents. There was this one post about the idea of Butters eventually realizing that Stephen and Linda are messed up people who did want their son to be happy but had no idea how to be good parents, with Butters deciding to forgive them and still try to have a good relationship with them. I really like this idea, though I do feel that Butters would learn to stand up for himself and call his parents out on their behavior, partly for himself but also partly to help them.

Ultimately, the main 4, especially Cartman and Kenny, would be the ones who kinda know how to handle him (not that well tho depending on how he feels). I could actually see Kenny being better at calming him down since he's better with emotions and empathy than Cartman (tbf, literally 90% of the characters in this show are better with empathy than Cartman). Stan would also probably try there and there since he and Butters seem to be good friends, but he would struggle too.

8. A few bonus teen headcanons about the whole main 5 and cars since we’re at it :

- Stan would be the first to get his license, in a mix of him wanting to be able to go to town whenever and his father wanting to teach him (though in order to get Stan to help with the farm). Depending how much his family makes, he might get a car pretty early (and maybe Jimbo might help him find one ?)

- Kyle and Butters would likely be second, with their respective parents wanting them to learn essential skills. And since I think both families have two cars, both could ride pretty much anytime. Kenny wouldn’t be too far behind but wouldn’t be able to afford a car. As for Cartman, he’ll probably struggle to learn since he’s a stubborn asshole but eventually get his license. Like Kenny though, he can’t afford a car but could sometimes take his mother’s.

(note that I have no idea how much a car costs in the US)

- While both Stan and Kyle have their licenses, Stan tries to find random excuses in order to either drive Kyle or get a ride from him. Even after Kyle realizes what Stan is doing, he still lets it happen cause he’s not going to walk away from an opportunity to spend time with his best friend, even if just for a car ride.

- Kenny doesn’t usually ask for a ride because he doesn’t want to inconvenience his friends, but he never says no when one of the boys offers him a ride (unless he wants to walk alone while in his thoughts).

- Kyle banned Cartman from being in his car due to Cartman always letting bags of food around or being bitchy about the interior and the music choices. And since Stan often rides with Kyle and doesn’t want to hear the two fight, he rarely takes Cartman in. So Butters ends up being Cartman’s taxi.

- Oh yeah and as it turns out Cartman is fine with picking up his trash in Butters’ car. Cue Kyle losing his shit over this.

- I’ve read fics in which Cartman has like a big car to drive the whole main 5 and I love this idea (tho I don’t see it happen immediately because, again, money). Although the rest of the group probably wouldn’t like Cartman’s music choice.

- Speaking of which, Cartman having a playlist to listen to during drives and pouring his heart out singing. Depending of the songs, Kenny and Butters might join. Stan sometimes gets annoyed, sometimes likes the song and is fine with the singing, tho he’s cringing a bit. Kyle is mostly annoyed but doesn’t want to start a screaming match with Cartman where neither of them can leave. Sometimes, Cartman might sing badly on purpose to get on Kyle’s nerves, in which case Stan sides with Kyle in telling Cartman to stop being an asshole.

#South Park #SP #Eric Cartman #Butters Stotch #Flor talks #long post #yeah I just wanted to share a few random ideas #especially since I'm not really going to write much about this show past a few short oneshots #also almost no teen stuff because I'm not the biggest when it comes to aging up characters #especially when it's just for shipping #tho teenage Butters being unhidged is a thought I adore #(yes I like Butters being a piece of shit)#(he's allowed to destroy stuff given how much shit he has to deal with all the time)#the first 3 headcanons are probably predictable/obvious stuff but eh

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waywardsalt · 2 years

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Linebeck headcanons that have been stewing in my mind and will soon boil over if I don’t share:

part two: x

(under the cut because this is a bit long)

He’s autistic and typically keeps it a secret unless he’s really comfortable with someone.

His hair is just Like That. He’s got a weird cowlick and his hair just curls at the ends and there’s nothing he can do about it. He gets his hair wet and the cowlick dries back into being upright. He has no desire to change it.

Despite comparing Link to one in his letter, he’s scared of dogs.

He’s 6’ 8” tall and I’m not taking constructive criticism.

He enjoys music, and can play piano. He also has some decent music theory knowledge and has written a few small compositions and knows the basics of conducting.

He’s gay and normally keeps it secret but will either tell people if he trusts them or if he’s worried that they think the contrary of him.

He’s good with his hands but when he gets nervous or scared they shake a lot, so he tends to put his hands in his pockets when he’s scared or nervous.

His insomnia is bad enough that he sometimes goes for days without sleep, and sometimes ends up awake for so long that he begins hallucinating before he finally falls asleep.

He loves and knows a lot about snakes, so if he sees a harmless snake, he’ll usually go and pick it up and fail to tell anyone around him that it’s harmless.

He also loves cats, and makes a point to keep a bit of leftover caught fish for island cats he comes across, if he’s headed to or at an island with cats.

#loz #legend of zelda #phantom hourglass #linebeck #a couple of these can be elaborated on but I’ll just leave them as they are ig #sidenote link is also autistic so he and linebeck bond over that a bit #tbh the headcanon abt linebeck being autistic has so many little details to it that elaboration would need its own post #A few of these have been included in my ph oneshots while others are showing up here for the first time so uh yeah #the sheer lack of info on Linebeck is so fun there’s so much room for headcanons and the like with him #salty talks #in case it’s hard to tell with the gay headcanon what I mean by Linebeck telling ppl if they ‘think the contrary of him’#is that he’ll tell ppl he’s gay if he’s worried that they think he’s straight or otherwise attracted to women #I feel like some animal vibrating at high speeds in a kennel. I might bite someone if let out but I need to run and scream about ph

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shadowgirl-10 · 3 months

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Y’all should ask me about my Oneshot headcanons if you want cause like I have a few

#oneshot game #oneshot #oneshot headcanon #and by a few i mean about 3000 #also please please please ask me about them i want to share them with someone

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streets-in-paradise · 8 months

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After so many months, i think i'm finally back on the mood to write a bit for stranger things again :)

#if it works as i hope I may post an oneshot #a chat i had a few days with a friend here gave me an idea #to work on an oneshot actually writing a cassually mentioned but never explored simple scene of my headcanon series

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farolero-posting · 11 months

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Man I wanna get the general consensus here but. What Is Rue? Do you have headcanons about her?

#like i understand what her role is as a character #i understand what she represents as a reference #but also whats the watsonian explanation for her existence do u get me #was she like. a spirit in the sense maize is a spirit #was she some kind of robot in the old world #what about the yellow phosphor on her #oneshot game #i have a few headcanons but none set in stone #so i kinda wanna get a feel of what others im the fandom think of her yknow #like to ME Rue is a deeply symbolic character and youre meant to just role with her existence #she is the one meant to tell you about taming. the one to bring up missing the old world #the one that cared deeply about what lives people could be having outside our view #but also who is she outside of the events of the game?

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satoruwiki · 3 months

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𓆩♡𓆪 SO NEEDY! ࿐࿔

MINORS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DNI!!

content: needy!reader; afab!reader; fem!reader; nsfw; smut; porn with little to no plot; drabble? i tried, ended up being a oneshot; scenario w jjk men; dry humping; p in v sex; riding

w.c: 1k

n/a: i was really horny when i wrote this so i had to take a cold shower afterwards lmfao. silly scenario, lwk a headcanon too. english isn’t my first language and im still a rookie at writing so bear with me please! any request/interaction supporting this post is very much appreciated <3

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"How was work?" Your boyfriend asks you as you get back home from work. You sigh heavily, 'it was absolute hell and draining. I wish I could quit,' you think. "It was okay," you say, lazily dragging your feet towards the couch.

Right now, you want nothing but to be wrapped in your boyfriend's arms and think about nothing. No slacking coworkers, insufferable managers, just you and him. You join your partner on the couch, straddling him and wrapping your arms around his neck instead of sitting beside him, and he lets you.

He can tell how drained you are. Your eyes are drowsy, your breathing heavy and slow, you look like you are about to fall asleep by the way you are snuggling your head into the crook of his neck, your soft breaths hitting his skin. "Tough day, huh?" he murmurs, a hand gently caressing your hair and playing with a few strands out of place while the other rubs your lower back.

You hum a soft 'mhm' and nod, inhaling the scent of his shampoo on his hair and the faint smell of his cologne, one you gifted him on his birthday.

Perhaps he didn't notice. Or maybe he did but chose to say nothing. But you did feel your clothed cunt pressed over where his cock was, a sudden arousal and need rushing through your veins as you cuddled him. You bit your lip, how long had it been since you had intimacy?

It was strange, considering how active your sex life used to be. However, due to a slight change in your work hours, his schedule and yours were not always matching. It was hard to have a moment with him that was not cut short. You'd often had to recur to your fingers to find some sort of release to satisfy your needs. Which were not always enough.

Your pussy started to throb, and you grew anxious. You were not one to start things out, it was usually him. Was it perhaps the stress from work that spiked your sexual frustration up to its breaking point?

You subtly started seeking friction for some relief, making it seem you were looking to get more comfortable on his lap. Of course, it ended up seeming strange the way your hips rolled and could not keep yourself still.

“What’re you doing?” He asks bemused. "I thought you were tired," he teases, his hand travelling from the small of your back to slip under your leggings, groping the bare skin of your ass.

"I'm sorry, I just-" you gasped, his hand squeezing the plush of your ass. He couldn't see the flustered look you had on because of being caught—not that you were 'very' subtle about it—trying to dry-hump him. But he could see the reddened tips of your ears from the corner of his eye and hear your small whimpers along with your breaths heavying the more you pressed yourself against him.

"You need to relieve some stress, is that it?" He murmured, a sly smirk tugging the corner of his lips. He liked seeing this new side of you, so needy and aching for him that you couldn't keep your hands to yourself, not even after a long and tiring day of work.

You nodded again with a small whimper leaving your lips, grinding your pulsing cunt with need against his hardened bulge. "P-please, I need you," you sputtered, one of your hands trailing down to the elastic of his sweatpants, trying to tug it down.

Your boyfriend quietly groaned, dropping soft kisses on your neck, nipping at the skin as his hands helped you to get rid of the clothes that stood between your pussy and him until the slick of your bare dripping cunt damped his sweatpants.

"You look so pretty when you're so in need of my cock filling you up, love," he whispered, his voice deep and filled with lust. He tugged his sweatpants down enough for his cock to spring out, hitting his abdomen and leaking in precum. He gave himself a few languid pumps, his tearing tip teasing your folds and grazing ever so slightly on your swollen clit. "How bad do you need me to stuff you full of my dick, baby?" He asked, his hand coming forward to gently stimulate your neglected bundle of nerves with the pad of his thumb.

"Bad, really bad," You answered quickly, your voice wavering and desperate. You lifted your head to meet his gaze, your eyes pleading him to have mercy and give you what you yearned so much for. "Please," you breathed, angling your hips to align your entrance to his cock.

"Please what? Use your words, princess," he said, teasing you by gliding his tip between your pussylips.

You let out a shaky breath, his taunting sending shivers throughout your body and your heart racing. "Please, fuck me," you whined, leaning forward to press soft kisses along his jawline down to his neck, trying to coax him into stretching your needy cunny with his shaft.

Your boyfriend let out a guttural groan, leaning his head back as you sucked on the skin, giving you more space where to mark him as yours, marks he'd wear with pride the next day. "Fuck, baby, you don't know what you're doing to me," he grunted.

"So, is that a yes?" You asked impatiently, biting your lip in anticipation. He didn't have to answer, his cock did the job by easing its way inside your warm walls until he was fully sheathed inside you, gaining a moan of relief from you. You held on to his shoulders to steady yourself and wasted no time, bucking your hips at a deep pace, already chasing your so-needed release.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," you whimpered, your eyes brimmed with tears of pleasure as you bounced on his cock, lewd and loud squelches of your wet pussy filling out the room. "Anytime, sweetheart," he hissed, his lips pressed on your ear, grunting as he met your thrusts pistoning his cock in and out of your cunt.

TOJI, SUGURU, CHOSO, HIROMI, NANAMI

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starleska · 1 year

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If you're still taking writing requests, could you do possessive Wally headcanons?

*cracks knuckles* oh anon, i most certainly can 😈 yandere!Wally fans (me too 😳), this one's for you! (this is less headcanons and more a oneshot... kinda wanna write the whole thing 🙈)

content warnings for possessive behaviour, manipulation, threats, arson, entrapment and kidnapping!

Possessive/Yandere!Wally Darling x Reader headcanons

👁 it all started so well. Wally was a Darling both in name and behaviour, and you fell hard and fast. such an attentive sweetheart, from the moment you moved into the neighbourhood it was as if he were always at your side. anywhere else, you may have been unnerved, but Wally's simple warmth and easy smile dispelled all of your doubts. while you tried to spread your time equally between your kind new neighbours, you somehow always found yourself in Wally's presence, talking to him for hours.

👁 in time, you found yourself becoming bolder. you start returning Wally's curious glances, and soon allow your eyes to linger a touch longer than they should. curiously (and with a little bit of a thrill), you notice that Wally seems incapable of breaking eye contact - no matter how long you stare, he'll always stare right back, unperturbed.

👁 one day, you find yourself closer to Wally than usual. you're half-pressed against one another on your sofa, Wally's cheek nestled in the crook of your shoulder. he's drawing something in his sketchbook: an indistinct, wobbly shape that you can't make heads or tails of. while Wally's right hand scribbles furiously with his pencil, the fingers of his unoccupied left hand spill at your side, reflexively clenching every now and again with the automatic motions of his drawing.

👁 the closeness imbues you with a newfound confidence. you take a breath, steady yourself...and reach across, brushing your fingers lightly across Wally's own. Wally's eyes snap towards you. for a moment, his pupils blow so wide you think they might just swallow you.

👁 the next day, your house catches fire. such an incident is unheard of in this neighbourhood, and all your neighbours are horrified for you. however, Wally is strangely calm. "I'm sorry you lost so much," he says, still smiling. "Would you like to live with me?"

👁 you're shaken - but accept Wally's offer. the shock of the fire takes a few days to wear off, but nothing could be more unsettling than living in close quarters with Wally Darling. existing within the living, breathing (creaking? squeaking) walls of his Home has an atypical effect on the puppet. Wally's voice is lower, and he moves with more purpose, as if he and Home are one and the same: symbiotic entities which exist in tandem with one another.

👁 to add to your creeping sense of dread, Wally flips the script on your personal space. now he is the one letting his fingers slip easily around your waist, and fixing you with uncomfortable, impossible-to-ignore stares. you try to laugh off his behaviour, questioning him openly if he enjoys having you as a guest so much. for once, Wally doesn't smile when he replies, "I love you living with me."

👁 it isn't until a week has passed that you learn all the doors are locked, and Wally never gave you a key. you try wrestling with the door handle, but it doesn't budge. then you try the windows, but they're sealed shut. 'I'm not trapped!' you think to yourself. 'Wally is just being a good neighbour - he wants to keep me safe.' but that still doesn't stop you from panicking, scouring the house for the heaviest thing you can find and trying to smash the window. the glass does not break. Home suddenly groans with the sound of a thousand old floorboards and overloaded pipes - a dreadful, ear-rending noise - causing the glass in the window to triple in height and thickness right before your eyes.

👁 terrified, you scramble backwards to run out of the kitchen - only to run smack into Wally. you collapse to the floor and gaze up at Wally, standing in the doorway with his hands tucked behind his back, that cat's smile of his holds some private amusement.

👁 "did you try to leave Home?" Wally asks. "Silly, silly." he takes a step towards you, and then another - slow and loping steps, his cute puppet form now moving in a way equal parts unnatural and sinister. he crouches next to you, those eyes now whirlpools of void which obscure all but the slight white rim of his scleras. "Try again," Wally whispers. "I'd like that very much."

#hoo BOY i think i received this ask blacked out and then woke up with a book 🙈🙈🙈#this kinda stuff is my favourite so i hope you guys enjoy it too 😉#wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home #welcome home arg #starleskasks #starleskawrites #tw: manipulation #tw: threats #tw: arson #tw: possessive behaviour #tw: entrapment #tw: kidnapping #wally darling x you

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signedkoko · 3 months

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Hello Koko! I Hope you had a good day/night, and that you are doing well and not overworking yourself:)

I think I saw that you didn’t have requests at the moment but that they were open so here a little request for headcanon/oneshot with Vox, Alastor and Angel dust separately with overlord gn!reader? (If you don’t take 3 at a time maybe only Vox & Alastor?)

They Thinks s/o is sweet, like they’re always smiling and being kind of everyone most of the time, they can’t believe they would even be able to hurt a fly even if they’re an overlord

but then they get told she just unalived her colleague (they were both leaders of the entreprise) because she wanted to be in full possession of their entreprise, maybe they owned a model enterprise or were music producers (like they were the one selling every musics in hell or sum like that?) how do they react?

(Really sorry if it’s unclear or if something is wrong, thanks for reading my request!)

-🐚

Alastor | Vox [Romantic]

In which you are their sweet little overlord who'd never be cruel! ...Or so they thought. Reader is genderneutral.

Your company was your baby, your castle, your absolute everything

And for the longest time, you'd always shared it with the co-founder

They had a lovely personality but worked behind the scenes for the most part while you acted on the main stage

Hell, you'd even introduced them to your otherworldly partner, Alastor, and had only told him of the good

So it was in fact quite a surprise when you turned up home with bloody hands and the most joyous smile on your face, almost as wide as your wedding day

That in itself wasn't out of the norm; you were an overlord after all! Alastor knew you could handle yourself, as much as you opted to ignore it

" Oh Al, I have great news! "

" Do tell, my dear! "

When you explained that the company was all yours, he was quick to catch on

Now that, that managed to surprise him

" I really thought you loved the gal! "

Even more surprising is how you'd managed to hide your true feelings from him for so long; he was sure he could have sniffed out your malice

But you were just that good at hiding it

He probably makes a joke about how you could be plotting his murder as we speak

" Maybe! "

His smile falters a slight bit

But you don't notice

By Vox's own request, your enterprise was kept unattached from his own; merely partners

This was because it meant better publicity if two companies got along so well, but also because he didn't want you to be overcome with the demands of his two co-founders

Yeah, Velvette and Valentino pissed him off to double hell and back, but he considered them friends

A few times, the V's and you and your co-founder would host lavish dinner parties, discussing economic growth and working together on projects

You never seemed to shy away from introducing your partner in industry, and as far as Vox could tell, you were as close as friends could be before anything got steamy

You were just the friendliest person he'd ever met; the number of fans you had showed that, but you'd even gotten favour from the other two V's with little effort on your behalf

So, of course, he was stunned when you called him in the middle of work

" You know you're the first to hear all my company news; I am now the sole owner! "

He could hear you smile through the phone, which almost scared him, and soon your phone was fizzling as he travelled through it

The first thing he noticed was that you were both standing in a puddle

A red puddle

Fuck

" Thats great and all, but lets get you out of here, and maybe—yeah, maybe we can call in a cleanup crew. "

He is your number one PR team; your overtaking of the company is seen as 'heroic' because you ' fought against a corrupt co-founder'

It surprises him, but he's almost proud of you; you are crazy strong and crazy capable

Author's Note - I do accept up to three characters for headcanons, but as per my FAQ I don't write Angel! Either way, welcome to the blog (again) shell/conch anon! Your idea is very lovely 🖤

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blackypanther9 · 1 month

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Gossip between Father and Daughter – Father!Alastor x Daughter!Reader

A/N: I decided to do this Oneshot/Headcanon for both, alive!Alastor x daughter!Reader and Demon!Alastor x Daughter!Reader. Enjoy ! (Picture belongs to rightful owner !)

TAGLIST!: @meg-giry1 @wen01203

WARNING!: mentions of the S word, name calling, insults, mentions of cheating, Vox and the other Vees get bullied in public AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

Human!Dad!Alastor x Human!Daughter!Reader:

When you start to talk about new Gossip:

Alastor was cooking Dinner as suddenly you bashed open the door, scaring the living daylights out of your Father. He quickly looked at you and made a face to scold you.

“Mon ange (My Angel), are you planning to give your dear ol’ Father a heart attack ?”

You ignored his scolding and gave him a big grin with a twinkle in your eyes. Alastor got intrigued.

“You will NEVER believe what I’ve heard, Papa ! That is some interesting tea indeed !”, you announced happily.

Your Father cocked his head to the side in curiosity, his smile not leaving, but it shrunk in curiosity and confusion.

“Oh ? What happened, Cher ?”

You entered the kitchen fully, pulled out a chair, sat down and looked at him.

“You do know Felicia Monrue, right ? You reported about her last week in your Broadcast, because she got caught drunk, even though there was no giggle water (Alcohol) allowed and she had to pay a hefty debt as punishment.”

“Ah...yes, I do remember her indeed. Hoho ! Such a gal getting caught.”, Alastor laughed out in humor, “Couldn’t even hold her own liquor, hahaha !”

You nodded eagerly.

“Well guess what !”

“What is it, mon petit (Little one) ?”

You looked around the house, as if anyone was listening in, then bounced and gave him a big mischievous smirk.

“Rumors have it, that she was spotted a few times with different men on her arm. She brought them home and someone heard lewd noises, while one of her neighbors swore they saw her and the different men in her bedroom, doing the forbidden act ! Can you believe it ?!”

Alastor took a sip of water, which he promptly spat out in shock, as you said that. He stared at you, then looked at his glass of water, then at the food he was cooking, then back to you and back at his drink.

“Am I sure that I am drinking water right now ?”, he muttered in shock.

“You are, Papa ! Stop being so silly !”, you replied laughing.

He looked at you again.

“You aren’t talking nonsense, right, Dear ? That poor Lady surely could never do such a scandalous thing.”

You shook your head.

“I really heard it, from more than one person too ! It already goes around like wildfire, Papa ! One even said that they have a picture of it ! If this gets out into the newspaper, her clothes store will shut down forever !”

Your Father shook his head and looked at his food, sighing in disappointment.

“Such a fine Dame and no class... Didn’t her parents teach her any manners ? How scandalous !”

You shrugged your shoulders and gave him a grin.

“Maybe it is just a faux, Papa, but it would be entertaining if it was true ! Don’t you agree ?”

“It sure would be, Cher. Anything else you heard rumors about, hmm ?”, your Father asked you amused.

“Oh ! There are new rumors about the Bayou Killer too.”

“Oh, do let me know ! I’d LOVE to hear their theories !”, your Father said enthusiastically.

“Some speculate now that it is a butcher and others that it is a doctor ! How ridiculous is that ?!”, you said laughing.

For a second the kitchen was silent and then Alastor broke out into laughter and he shook his head.

“A-a WHAT now ?! Hahahaha !”

Alastor laughed so hard that he wiped a tear away from his right eye. You looked at your Father in amusement.

“Stupid, isn’t it ? They really think you are a Doctor or even a Butcher ! I mean...you kind of are a Butcher, but at the same time, you are not !”

Alastor snorted in amusement and continued to cook Dinner, while you told him all the Gossip you heard and he discussed it all with you, happy to listen to anything you heard.

When Alastor starts to talk about new Gossip:

You were just returning from a quick shopping spree with some groceries as you saw your Father with a huge mischievous grin on his face. He took a few bags from you and you both started to fill the kitchen cabinets and fridge with your catches that you got from the stores.

You knew that glint in your Father’s eyes. He heard something scandalous and amusing. You couldn’t wait.

As soon as you both finished, you entered the Living room and sat down on the couch, your Father sat down in the armchair.

“Alright, Dad, spill the tea. What rumors have you heard, hmm ?”, you pressed.

Alastor looked at you with one of his hugest smiles and started to chuckle.

“Do you remember Gwen Kosiak from my workplace, who quit his job not long ago ?”, your Father asked you.

“Yes. Why ?”

“Well my dear child, he was married and they seemed happy. Suddenly they divorced out of nowhere. Rumors have it that he cheated on his wife with the housemaid !”

You covered your mouth in shock.

“No way !”, you gasped out.

“Yes indeedy !”

You started to let out a chuckle.

“I would have never expected that from Gwen.”

“Me neither, Cher ! Me neither !”

You both chuckled and as it calmed down, your Father smirked.

“There has also been the rumor going around that the dress shop, you love to visit so frequently, is going bankrupt, because the owner of the store refuses to pay the rent !”

You stared at your Father gob smacked.

“Seriously ?”

All your Father did was nod.

“Indeedy !”

You leaned back in shock, then your face saddened.

“A real shame, guess I should look for a new favorite dress store then.”, you muttered.

“You definitely should, Cher !”, Alastor encouraged.

You could see that he wasn’t finished yet, so you waited for him to start the next section of discussion to gossip about.

“Also, Mrs. Tiana gave birth to her and her husband’s offspring ! The spawn looks nothing like them ! Hahaha !”

“You don’t think that she was going behind her husband’s back, do you ?”

“I think she was, Cher !”

“My, how scandalous ! Was it truly that bad ?”

“The child didn’t have their skin color, nor their hair color ! The child’s skin color was almost like mine and the hair was ginger ! Both of them were white and one had blond hair while the other had black hair. They both said that none in their Family tree had a different skin color, nor ginger hair ! So it just can’t be his offspring.”

You covered your mouth in shock.

“I never would have thought of Mrs. Tiana as a harlot.”, you muttered.

“None of us did, mon Cher ! Yet, here we are !”

The two of you continued to gossip and talk about rumors for a while. Alastor was always happy to listen, theorize with you and to talk about everything. He was almost like a woman, chattering about all the scoundrels that were talked about and you LOVED your Dad for that. He was practically both to you. A Mother and a Father. You never lacked anything.

In Hell:

When you start gossip:

Your Father was just about to wrap up his Broadcast in Hell, as you stormed inside. He looked at you startled, his Deer ears standing on high alert. As soon as he saw you, he rolled his eyes gently, scolding himself in his thoughts, that he got scared of you.

“Father, guess what !”, you announced happily.

Oh, he knew by that voice that you heard some gossip. He turned to you, leaving his broadcast on for now.

“What is it, Cher ?”, he asked.

“I heard some interesting tea about the Vees ! Wanna hear it ?!”

He perked up and looked at you highly interested. He snapped another chair into existence next to him and gestured for you to sit down. You did so eagerly.

“Now, what was that, Cher ?”, he asked, interested.

You were bouncing up and down on your chair.

“So, apparently Valentino and Vox are in a on and off relationship, just to screw each other, when Valentino’s harlots are too busy ! How desperate is that, Papa ?! Hahaha !”

Alastor, who sipped his black coffee, spat it back out and coughed into his sleeve from shock. Then he chuckled.

“That sounds pathetically desperate ! Hahaha ! I never thought that Vox would sink even lower than he already did !”, your Father laughed out.

“I didn’t know that Valentino was so depraved and pathetically desperate that he even fucks his own harlots ! Hahaha ! That just shows how unwanted he is !”, you laughed out.

“True, true, my Dear !”

“Oh, oh ! And have you heard that the Demon, Velvet dated, broke up with her ?!”

“Applesauce, mon petit !”, he yelled in fake shock.

“It’s true, Papa ! They apparently were dining in a restaurant and suddenly the man said that he is dumping her ass, then left the restaurant without paying too ! She left it, looking like a mess ! I bet the other two Vees had to coddle her to make it better ! HA ! How fucking pathetic for an Overlord !”

Alastor laughed loudly at that and petted your head, affectionately.

“Also, Vox tried to copy your Radio Station to make Radio Broadcasts himself, to grow bigger ! Can you believe how desperate that flat faced idiot is ?! Hahaha !”

“Is that so, Cher ?”, Alastor said partly amused, partly triggered.

“He tried to hide it from you too ! Sadly someone from his team snitched ! Hahahaha !”, you confirmed with laughter.

“Hmmm. Interesting indeed, Cher !”

“Also, some guests in Valentino’s porn clubs said that the hygiene in the bathrooms, of all the clubs, are so nasty that no one even wants to take a dump there ! Hahaha ! That insect is destroying his own image !”, you cackled out.

Alastor laughed at that.

“Well, what did you expect from a moth, Cher ? That they are clean ?”

“You would think his business and his employees means something to him, but it seems it wants to go broke soon enough !”

Alastor just chuckled and already planned how to teach Vox a lesson, for trying to take over Radio, HIS specialty.

The Broadcast went 30 minutes longer, discussing and gossiping about the Vees mostly.

After they finished their Broadcast, they saw that all of Pentagram City had a blackout. Welp, they fried Vox then with the other two Vees.

When Alastor starts gossip:

You both visited Rosie, just to catch up a bit and that was where everything went down. From a small pleasant exchange of how you all three have been, it turned into gossiping.

“My Dear, you have to be pulling our legs.”, Alastor accused Rosie in disbelief.

“I am not, Al ! I promise ya ! He really tried to eat her !”, Rosie insisted.

You just laughed and ate another finger that Rosie offered. You rarely did eat her treats that she offered, but today you were fine with it. Rosie knew about your picky diet swings, so she never felt insulted.

“What about you, Dear ? Any interesting gossip ?”, Rosie asked you.

“Oh quite some interesting ones, indeed !”, you replied.

“Oh do spill the tea, Dearie !”, Rosie said in excitement.

“Well, I heard that Zestial had three Sons and they are all down here. They say that Zestial hid them from everyone, because they are not very strong and he is ashamed of them.”

“Oh my...”, Rosie said in shock and intrigue.

Alastor was in slight shock and very interested in it.

“I will ask Zest about it tomorrow. After all we are supposed to meet up at Carmilla’s tomorrow. He is always there.”, you told her.

“Oh please do ask him ! I would love to know if these rumors are true !”

Then she turned to Alastor.

“And you, my friend ? What did you catch ?”

Alastor chuckled.

“A lot of people are starting to question Queen Lilith’s absence. Many say that she made a Deal with the Holy Gates. Others say that she got exterminated.”

“Hah ! As if anyone could kill our Queen ! She would NEVER agree to make a Deal with the Angels either ! How silly !”

Alastor chuckled and nodded, agreeing with Rosie, while you just shook your head in amusement.

“Also, it was rumored that Overlord Missi Zilla was seen with a lowlife Sinner, getting a bit steamy in an alley way.”

“No way !”, Rosie and you yelled.

“Yes, yes, indeedy !”, Alastor insisted.

Rosie leaned back.

“Oh my stars...”, she muttered.

“Who do you think it was ?”, you asked the two other Overlords.

“All I have heard was that the Demon Sinner was a bull. There was nothing else.”, Alastor chimed in.

“As if Missi would stoop that low.”, you scoffed.

“You never know, my Dear !”

And the gossip with Rosie and Alastor would continue for a long while, while you chimed in and shared your own gossip. You saw Rosie like a Mother figure and your Father didn’t mind it a bit. He was glad you liked Rosie.

You three Overlords would gossip for hours.

Alastor is a HUGE fan of gossip. You never know what interesting information you will hear, after all.

He would gossip with you, his beloved Daughter, like women would gossip amongst each other.

He would try and see if you were pulling his leg or not, but most of the times you were serious.

As soon as he got interesting gossip, he would immediately sit down with you and share, loving to bond with you over simple gossip.

He would always share a few laughs with you here and there.

He loves it when you have gossip/information about his enemies/victims. Somehow you just KNEW where and how to get the interesting tea ! He couldn’t be prouder !

He would never shut you down if you wanted to gossip with him. He would always listen and throw in his input/opinion on the matters discussed.

He is the perfect person to gossip with and so are you and Rosie.

I hope I hit the mark with this ! ^^'

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m1styp1nk · 2 months

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˚₊‧꒰ა ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ໒꒱ ‧₊ ˚

ᴀʟᴀsᴛᴏʀ x ɢɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

synopsis: “and, if i run and leap at terry, he will most certainly catch me in his arms. Coming in!” - “No! I’m holding coffee!” That alone should sum it up (≧◡≦)!

additional tags: gn! reader, not proof read, romantic headcanons + short-ish oneshot, Rosie included in the oneshot (platonically)!

It would be smart if you didn’t put his friendship, that had taken weeks to gain, to the test.

Yet it was hard when Alastor had so unfortunately set himself up.

You were an overall clumsy person. On first meeting you, Alastor would usually watch you fall down, his smile curving upwards in pure amusement.

Although the more he opened up to you, the more his smile would strain anytime you’d trip or stumble.

Until that had eventually led to him catching you moments before your face would hit the carpeted ground of the hotel.

The deer demon would usually do so by pulling on the back of your shirt or catching your arm or wrist.

The only time it had escalated was during one of Charlie’s trust-building sessions.

Those were never exactly your favorite. But as a resident in the hotel, you were obligated to join in on.

Thankfully, all of Charlie’s trust building exercises were usually the same.

Climb up a stage, admit something about yourself; anything at all. The after doing so, purposely fall off the stage.

You’d grown close with everyone in the hotel with your social and lively behavior. So you had nothing to worry about as everyone would catch you without even thinking about dropping you.

However, during all of Charlie’s trust lessons, there was always one demon who was always absent.

That demon being Alastor. As the host of the hotel and not a guest, he didn’t exactly have to partake in the sessions.

But the one time he happened to be passing by while one was being held, he didn’t immediately grasp what was going on.

He only noticed you falling down the stage, your back turned to the others standing below you.

After silently making it his duty to stop you from falling any time you were close to it, it was only a few seconds before green and black sparks of magic enveloped around you before you disappeared from sight of the group.

Instead of worrying, the color of the magic was one they’d grown used to seeing.

Turning around, they saw you clueless in Alastor’s arms as it finally settled into his mind what was going on. That’s when he decided attending Charlie’s trust exercises wasn’t so boring after all.

He would never admit it, but he enjoyed the feeling of you in his arms.

Eventually, he did start attending them.

He’d never partake in falling off the stage himself, no matter how much Charlie even tried to persuade him to. And he would never catch anyone that fell. Instead his smile would widen on the rare occasion they’d hit the floor.

To him, only you were an exception.

Whenever your turn inevitably came up, no one else would get a chance to even extend their arms to catch you. Not when Alastor would always be the first one to have you in his arms only a second after falling.

No one else looked too much into Alastor’s unusually kind behavior when it came to you. Only Angel did.

He found it amusing. And he couldn’t help but bring it up to you with a testing smile gracing his lips. For the fun of it, he might as well put his theory about Alastor’s special liking to you to the test.

As a test of his theory, any time Alastor happened to be around while you and Angel were together, he’d shove you. Not so gently either. And as always, your deer demon would always catch you in his arms.

You didn’t bring the repetitive matter up to Angel, as much as it annoyed you to be pushed into Alastor’s arms. But maybe it didn’t entirely annoy you. After all, his embrace was nice, even if it was cold.

It wasn’t until Angel had dared you to leap at Alastor did you realize what the spider demons intentions had been all along.

And needless to say, you were curious as to the little theory as well. If you did purposefully, would he still be willing to catch you?

The simple answer would’ve been to just ask him. Instead, you took up Angel on his dare.

In the middle of the hotel lobby, you suddenly leaped at Alastor in determination. Angel watched, holding back a laugh as he was sure Alastor would just step out of the way and let you fall.

Oh how wrong he was.

Alastor caught you, completely startled but he refused to show it. Yet his ears were pressed flat against his disheveled hair and his eyes were wide in shock.

It was safe to say he didn’t expect that. But he certainly didn’t mind it either.

However due to how off-guard you’d caught him, the two of you ended up staring at each other in silence, him holding you tightly in his arms as he tried to decipher why you’d done what you just did.

After that, Alastor was sure it would be the first and last time you did that.

He was wrong; again.

At first, they were rare occurrences. Just before they became a weekly habit.

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You stared at the cannibal demon in front of you. She had a wide smile; a charismatic and charming personality complimenting said smile.

Overlord Rosie, one of Alastor’s few but perfectly chosen friends. You had only just been introduced to the cannibalistic overlord, but you had easily clicked with her.

When Alastor first asked you to join you on a trip with him to cannibal town (seeing as he was certain you’d get hurt without him), you weren’t exactly sure you’d enjoy the residents or the town.

You were certainly mistaken. The citizens were disturbing yes, but they were the nicest in hell.

Especially the overlord who seemed to be the main asset of Cannibal town.

Eventually, you began to be the one asking Alastor if you could walk with him to Cannibal town, enjoying the time you’d spend with Rosie.

Her trust and friendship was definitely more easy to acquire than Alastor’s trust.

And so the two of you usually sat down in the towns main store, gossiping and drinking tea while Alastor wandered about, searching and gathering up the specific meat he enjoyed.

“Really?” Rosie gasped, holding back a giggle as she covered her mouth with her hand.

How could she not be shocked when you told her about the many things Alastor was willing to do to keep you from falling victim to your clumsiness.

She assuredly didn’t think someone like him would go out of his way to make sure you were always safe by his side.

“Who knew he was such a big softie, hm?” Rosie’s sweet accent poked through as she popped a demons eye candy into her mouth.

The overlord watched as a smile gradually made its way to your lips, obviously enjoying talking about all of your happy moments with Alastor.

“Well? Don’t keep me waiting dear, I wanna hear more!” Rosie chirped, swatting a hand around. “Because to me, it sounds like he’s in love.”

While she loved the way your pupils would dilate and the way your cheeks would flush when you would talk about Alastor, she also loved this information for… the blackmail part of it.

“Well..” You muttered, cheekily glancing at Alastor who was now walking over to the two of you, a small bag of demon liver in his hands. “You know..”

Alastor tilted his head at your mischievously spoken words. He was just a little too far for him to understand what was going on yet.

“If I run and leap at Alastor, he will most certainly catch me in his arms.” You flashed a troublesome smile at Rosie who giggled in return.

You turned on your heel to Alastor who’d finally caught wind of what was going on. His ears pinned backwards, his eyes moving from you to the bag of his specially chosen demon meat.

“Coming in!” You yelled excitedly before running in Alastor’s direction.

“No!” His radio voice was too late as you were already getting ready to jump at him. “I’m holding the demon meat!” He tried, and failed.

Knowing you were more important than a small bag of enclosed demon meat, he dropped the bag

Rosie watched with an irresistible smile on her face.

The moment the slight commotion was over, watched the two of you with a widening smile.

Alastor’s smile was involuntary, but yours was affectionate. Your arm draped around his neck as he held you bridal style.

“See?” You spoke happily, pushing your head further against Alastor’s chest, slightly surprised he hadn’t put you down yet.

Looking down at your excited face, having finally showed your performance to Rosie, Alastor couldn’t help but tighten his grip on you and let a genuine smile overcome his features.

It’s alright, Rosie won’t bring up the way she noticed how reluctant he was to putting you down, despite how he claimed he typically disliked physical contact.

And she wouldn’t bring up how she noticed the way Alastor’s ears twitched in your direction and the way his cotton-ball tail wagged slowly yet excitedly as he walked out the shop with you.

She wouldn’t bring it up unless it in fact proved to be good blackmail at some point.

And who knows, maybe next time she see’s you two exit her shop together, it’ll be hand in hand.

The two of you were already getting to that point. And she should know. She was quite a love expert

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