my angel baby (part 5)
(angel w/ angel daughter reader)
(caution!!!!!: mild descriptions of violence)
(notes: alastor joins charlie and vaggie in heaven to convince them about the hotel. angel reader resembles a fawn.)
(tags: @sleepdeprived-barelyalive @just-here-reading @avitute @iam-d3ad-ins1de @des-deswain5621 @xephieeee @glowymxxn @potaturkey17 @insomniacfigure @pooplyface1423 @mo-0-o @thekanrojimitsuri2 @nevermorekisses @wildfire153 )
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You were now in Rosie’s Emporium.
In Cannibal Town.
God.
In absolute shambles you were.. if it were in any other place it would be embarrassing seeing your state but considering the drastic circumstances and absolute 180 in the changes of temperatures, colors, smells, energy and even uncovered emotions that you haven't felt since you were a human finally coming out of the shadows and resurfacing, it all simply felt too much and was overwhelming your psyche.
Yet despite this— you knew you had to tough this out.
But here you were, gentle hands trembling and holding a cup of.. tea.
At least you really hoped it was tea.
“Now sweetie what in the unholy world are you doing down here? Hm?
Now now don’t keep me in suspense, if it helps any I’m not going to let anyone else’s filthy hands get on your pure little self!
Oh and me included, minus the filthy hands, mine are quite taken care of.”
This lady only made you cower a bit more simply by talking. Her sharp teeth and this confident air around her only intimidated you more.
If that’s the case.. how’d you even get in this building? Surely you had enough time to run from her in the middle of it..
Well, it's simply because she kept you from getting eaten by yet an oncoming crowd that saw the interaction with you and this apparent 'Susan' to which they seemed to have taken the old lady’s comment a bit.. too much to heart.
Their claws and baring mouths full of sharp bone, tongues salivating in wanting to try a taste of your fresh golden blood that gave off a sweet scent to them from afar.
She managed to scurry them all off with a few demands and a set of sharp words of her own, keeping you safe from becoming cannibal food for the day and honestly you'd rather be on this lady's good side if she had that kind of power to drive away the cannibals the way she did.
Your wing was even cleaned and bandaged by her despite your constant flapping in distrust and fear when she came near, feathers sprawling everywhere as if several pillows were ripped open in a kind of violent pillow fight. You were seated at a table with two chairs facing each other on each side, a bit farther back in the emporium.
“…Promise you won’t eat me, miss..”
The lady smiled fondly, her expression looking like she’s smiling towards a young child scared of the big wide world. She seemed to be genuine and true with her actions but you just really wanted to get to the hotel as soon as you could..
“Of course little thing, I promise I won’t.
Oh and where are my manners! The name's Rosie, sweetheart, I own the Cannibal Town and I lead the Cannibal Colony. Absolutely pleased to meet you."
You looked up at her with eyes full of fear and a hesitance to trust her, to give her any information at all about your circumstances.
But you weren’t raised to lie.. maybe twisting the truth wouldn’t hurt much? Keeping a few things under the rug?..
“Nice to meet you too miss Rosie..you may call me-- uh- ______.
Look I’m.. Im just looking to get back home. I heard Charlie Morningstar can help since she was in heaven awhile ago and she's the Princess of Hell, I must speak with her soon..”
The woman’s face brightened up like the sun with her sharp-toothed smile widening in remembrance. Spooking you out a tad..
“Charlie Morningstar! A real sweet thing that girl, adorable little blonde. Just a few months ago she came about and managed to convince my town of misfits to help her in preparing to defend the hotel against the angels! My goodness did she sweep them off their feet!
But yes, I know exactly where her hotel is! I can take you there as well, not a long stroll from here I'm sure. Oh but.. "
She paused with the back of her hand gently grazing your spread injured wing, it recoiling back at her touch.
"Wouldn't be surprised if any other wild sinner would want to hunt you down for sport, so maybe a nice stroll would be out of the question."
Her pale hand then moved to hold the end of her chin, the other resting on her hip as the gears in her heard started moving to find a safer passage to the hotel for you to get there.. her piqued interest in you has her wanting to see you advance a bit to see what potential you could have in this entire quarry between the both worlds at war.
"Aha! Perhaps we could have you hide inside one of those delivery carriages the townspeople have been taking in and out here to bring materials and food to the hotel. That way you avoid being seen by any potential eyes that could bring bad luck to you."
She walked up towards the large window illuminating the inside of the emporium as well as the two of you with light from Hell's pink and red hues that brighten the entirety of the realm. Her eyes now searching for a particular large object and... voila! She found it right across the town square and standing right in front of a local shop.
"Oh isn't this just perfect! There is one right there, the timing couldn't be more convenient."
You inhaled a quick breath and exhaled it as fast as it came, somehow still incredibly nervous being in a small space with this woman. Oh geez..
But you couldn't exactly complain since you did contribute in having yourself in this situation.
"So.. could we perhaps go.. now? I just.. want to head home as soon and safe as possible ma'am.."
She then suddenly turned to look at you, dress twirling and the feathers on her hat swaying in a way that indicates their movements could barley keep up with hers.
"Oh but of course! Considering half of the town's population is working on the hotel I must visit and check up on them as much as I can. I also must visit a dear ol' friend of mine, real gas that man is.
Well, then let's hop to it now shall we? We better hurry up while our tool of transportation is still here."
Your ears peaked up in slight delight at the fact that you're actually going to be heading over to the hotel now! So soon as well! This saves you so much more time, effort, and blood in trying to find the place you just knew you had to thank the woman in dark fuchsia and gray for taking you all this way. A little voice couldn't help but nag at you at how too convenient this all is.
Too bad you didn't think too much into that.
"Y..Yes! Yes ma'am!" You got up from your seat and set down your cup saucer on the table and scrambled to catch up to her and her pace with your heart pumping in your chest.
Both of you strolled across the Cannibal Plaza towards and up to the local shop with two large delivery carriages that seemed to lean on to a more older style, with them seemingly from the 1900s and were designed as if they were to hold containers like dairy and such and even people, it includeda large window on the driver's seat where they could peak in by turning their backs and looking down.. oh and it'd be a crime to not mention the horses! Although they seemed more undead and violently volatile like their cannibal owners they still were a nice touch.
Rosie and you approached them, Rosie with more confidence and you.. the opposite. "Walter, George," she spoke, an air of casualness persists "Good to see your faces alive and well! Hope you two got a minute to speak to two esteemed gals?"
The men, named Walter and George, looked up at the two of you with interest.
"Well if it isn't our Rosie! Good to see you as well madame, we sure hope you're enjoying this fine day with glee!" the man, seemingly the one called Walter spoke.
Rosie chuckled, "Oh I sure am, I even found myself a new little friend here! Which leads me in having to ask the both of you for a favor that is of most importance."
The other cannibal that goes by George focused his eyes on her and her words, "Why, anything for our beloved Rosie! What can we do for you ma'am?"
You hid slightly behind Rosie, feeling a strange comfort in just her status and power over rest of her people that made you feel at least a bit more safe from them. You would've continued listening to her conversation with the two men if the distant yet also near sound of explosions echoed across all of Hell which made you jump a little and stifle a gasp ever so slightly.
No one exactly noticed this or acknowledged the sounds too much which got you thinking if this is truly just an everyday thing.. of course it is it's hell but-- geez.. how can anyone live like this! Explosions, blood, guts, corpses, drugs, diseases, infections running rampant and indulged in the way pigs would at old farm food.
Just the thought of that damn severed hand being eaten by that little kid that you stumbled upon earlier just made you sick.. ugh.
Is this what Alastor indulges in as well?.. in his own sick way? Is he truly comfortable in a place like this?..
He must be, if he's murdered as many as he did when he was alive, you didn't dare think how many he's hurt and murdered down here as well.
He truly did belong here, in hell. He was a sadist and a psycho through and through.
And that's what disgusted you the most.
"You hear that dear! One of them is half near empty! Let's head on at once!”
Rosie finally snapped you out of your thoughts, you then just nodded as if you were present in the moment this entire time.
Rosie put a hand behind your back to guide you to the back of one of the delivery carriages and as one man held the doors open for the two of you, you both went in and sat down on the neat little benches on the inside and you couldn't help but to acknowledge the several boxes of nails and other unmentionables that you assumed was meant for the hotel and the people working on it.
Eventually after the doors closed you managed to get light by the large window that brightened up the darkness in your new much smaller environment.
“You know ______ darling, you remind me of someone I know.”
Rosie’s sudden voices spooked you quite a bit, it was a bit out of nowhere as it interrupted the awkward silence between the two of you.
“I.. do?”
She nods as her hands rested on the handle of her closed umbrella, sitting in a most elegant way.
Thank goodness she was versatile, considering the circumstances.
“You remind me of a certain friend I’m going to see when we reach the hotel, you see he’s a very powerful fellow. Charming and helpful but.. what interests me more is how alike you both look..”
It’s starting to click slightly once she said ‘he’.. god you just hoped she wasn’t referring to Alastor -- even though you knew how likely it is that she was.
"Oh? Really?.. " acting oblivious I see, but before you could properly respond to her the sound of a whip could be heard with the loud neighs of a horse following right after, making the carriage start moving.
The ride wasn't too bad, a bit traumatizing sure and you really got a good experience of hell.. more or so decent.
In the middle of your ride you seemed to have passed by a rival gang having a shootout considering the two flying bullets that punctured your vehicle which most definitely tensed you up, yet you tried to relax seeing Rosie's opposite reaction.
Then you heard many yowls and screams of ache and pain, all with their own sounds of bodies falling or the sound of wet and squishiness following the disgusting act of puncturing with some sort of weapon you couldn't even imagine can be heard despite passing by the sounds quickly.
The live murders made you feel queasy in ways that made you almost want to throw up but knew you had to keep your head up high.
God, knowing you can't see anything but still hear everything is absolute torture for your wild imagination.
"Miss Rosie, does this--" a loud boom from afar interrupted you, making you almost shrivel up "--does this.. amount of chaos truly...happen everyday?.. I know it’s.. hell but-- isn't there at least one day where this isn't happening?.."
"Oh it never stops darling. It's hell and it will keep going this way until the end of time. I do apologize though.. seems as if your pure little head isn't used to this kind of environment." Duh. "Oh but then that means you'll surely get along with the princess, if anything she seems to be more fit to be an angel."
You simply huffed as your hands trembled on your lap.
This place was downright unpredictable, and you truly hope you would be able to leave this place right after the war.
You miss home already.
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Finally arriving at the Hazbin Hotel was a real treat.
Not really actually-- pfft.
At least not when you had to be around even more cannibals..
Now you knew why the town seemed a little.. empty. The rest were all here.
Charming of them to be helping out but thanks to 'Susan' you didn't want to interact with any of them.
Walking out of your carriage you felt your heart up in your throat and slowly start to beat at a violent pace. Your anxiety was rising.
Rosie lead you to the front of the hotel doors, seemingly dusting herself off fixing her hair and hat before her hand turned into a fit to knock at the door.
You did the same thing she did, except in a more nervous and trembly way. Alastor was in here.. you were sure of it. You could feel it in your bones and your veins wanting to pop blood from out your ears and nose was seemingly close to happening with how hard the beating of your pulse got once Rosie finally did what you were dreading slightly.
knock, knock.. knock.
'okay _____ stay calm. you knew this was going to be bad, but you're here now.. just breathe, breathe...' you followed your own advice and took an inhale but as you let your shaky exhale out the door was slowly opening.
your eyes were staring dead at the head of the door.
was it Charlie? Vaggie? Alastor?--
"Hello there, just came to deliver someone who was looking for the Hotel. Oh and I came to check up on my cannibals and on Alastor."
Rosie all but confirmed it.
She knew Alastor.
For some reason, your heart sank, not just because she knew Alastor very well apparently but because this feels like a sort of strange betrayal.
You really wished she would've told you.. but if she did you would've freaked out even more-- and maybe she could tell?.. wait-- how would she even know your connection to him anyway??.. looking like a fawn couldn't just straight up tell her..
Yet when you finally looked up at the now open door it was actually none of those three that you knew of.
It was a.. cat? A grumpy lookin' one.
He looked at you and up at Rosie, her arm proceeding to go behind your back to push you gently up closer to the door as if to tell the cat to let you in. His eyes widened at the look at you and your physical attributes.. your wings and halo catching his eye but your fawn like appearance only enhancing the tension in his face a lot more.
He eventually let out a husky sigh with the expression on his face relaxing, his voice being very low and his years were audible in his vocal chords he then turned behind him to loudly announce one single thing from afar:
"You've got company."
He turned back at the two of you and opened the door for you to go through, Rosie guiding you in first.
"He's inside talking to the princess, just walk ahead, take a right and you'll see him." He spoke straight forwardly and serious, it made you feel a little unwelcome. Yet as you walked in you couldn't help but feel those eyes of his stick to you like glue.. you couldn't really blame him-- you were sure they don't see an angel everyday the way you are with hell's environments.
The clicking of Rosie's shoes and the gentle pitter patter of your own gave you goosebumps up your arms, and the more you walked and the closer you heard certain voices the more your spine crawled.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
Four steps...
You could barley hear anything but the thumping of your own heart.
The small area of the hotel seemed to have been a sort of living room, sets of chairs and sofas surrounding a television box that seemed to be from one of the more later years after your time.
A calm Alastor and a stressed out Charlie were seated on the two different sofa while facing each other with papers and maps scattered around the table in the middle. Rosie lead you further to have you be in the view of the both of them.. you could've sworn her smile stretched as she did so
"Well if it isn't our beloved Rosie! What a warming surprise!--" Alastor's voice cheered until the end, where a sharp radio static interrupted his sentence and irritated those ears of yours.
"Rosie!" Charlie stood up from her seat in a polite yet frazzled state "Thank you so much for visiting!.. and I-- oh.."
The silence was deafening. You waved awkwardly as you avoided eye contact with your father and faced Charlie herself, her eyes basically ready to budge out and her jaws hanging slightly.
"Just came to visit and bring a little gift! I found this little bird during my stroll around my cannibal town and she seems to need your assistance! Isn't that right ______ darling?"
Rosie finished her sentence by patting your shoulder gently before her hands finally rested on the handle of her umbrella once more. You fiddled with your hands as you shined an awkward smile.. you looked like a child about to give a powerpoint presentation to a class..
'oh dear.. "
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It was yet another cold and dark night in the beautiful New Orleans, faint night music can be heard even in the dead of night from the nearby clubs. A fresh and gentle night,
Ah but.. Alastor wasn’t exactly getting his hours of much needed sleep, for he had been rudely awakened by the cries of a baby.
Yes, you were around ten months old at this time and Alastor was yet to get used to this. There wasn’t a day that passed by where he didn’t think of dropping you at an orphanage. But then again.. It wasn’t that hard to get you to stop crying so those heinous thoughts left very quickly. Except for this day, he was getting challenged by a ten month old you.
“Shh shh shh.. goodness _____ please just go to sleep..” he mumbled, definitely frustrated. Despite his pleas, you just kept on crying and crying while resting over his shoulder. He fed you, patted your back, rocked you to sleep.. nothing worked– unfortunately Alastor wasn’t thinking of one of the most obvious solutions to this situation since the poor guy was too tired to truly think properly.
He kept gently patting your back, shushing you and cooing softly in hopes to tire you out. Your small yet mighty cries continued to rage against his ear..
god he had no idea what to do.
That was when he held you, his hands under your arms as he had you held in front of his face. His glasses were sloppily slapped above his nose, eye bags under his eyes, and a small smile was threatening to turn into a huge frown.
“Little lady.. I don’t appreciate you keeping me up longer than usual tonight, what in the world could you want?” Alastor asked you despite knowing you couldnt understand let alone talk to him back. You simply looked at him with big innocent eyes filled with tears, your baby face stained with dry and wet tear stains and your mouth nibbling on your hand on the verge of crying all over again. Alastor couldn’t help but to look at you almost blankly, he just wanted to sleep.
Gahh but then your eyes started watering again, your little bottom lip curled up over your top one as it quivered and looked at him with these little pained eyes as if he just told you the worst thing ever.
“Oh don’t look at me like that..” he mumbled.. Dreading the feeling you gave him when you cried– it felt like your cries were hurting him, it pained him hearing you cry so hard.
He wasn’t exactly fond of feeling this.
Your loud crying resumed once again, Alastor let out a huge sigh.
“Oh fine- I apologize.. There, better now?” you cried harder, clearly.. no.
He groaned as he then rested you on his chest, your face over his shoulder once again. If your crying wasn’t going to stop he might as well listen to a song to calm his agitation. And so he did, he headed to the living room to then turn on the phonograph. With the device already having a disc in it he simply had to turn it on so it could play where it left off and the second it released the sound of bliss he let out a sigh of relief, that at least despite the crying he could at least go through this as calmly as possible.
The music wasn’t exactly loud, very faint in fact yet he could still hear it a little bit over your crying. He hummed to the tune of the song as he simply patted your back gently and waited for your cries to disintegrate.
This was one of his favorite songs as they were from a musician that is recently becoming incredibly famous in the music industry and Alastor was fascinated by their use of melody and sound.
Melodies that reminded him of the days of his mother when she was still gracing the earth, a real saint that woman was.
Sometimes he talks to her through a photo of her on the wall, asking her questions she’ll never answer, seeking advice and wisdom that he won’t ever be able to hear again.
If only her sickness didn’t overtake her as fast as it did, maybe she would know what to say to motivate him more in this moment of struggle.
He thought and thought and thought as if his head would burst if he didn't.. wondering how she would help him in raising you. What she would say, her suggestions, recommendations.. what would she do in a situation like this.
He knew he had to stay calm and stay in control, he had to keep smiling for that’s what his mother always did no matter what came her way.
She handled it with grace, poise, and with a smile.
It took him around an hour of overthinking about his mothers death, you, his future, his job, and his.. pff.. fascinations.. the lack of sleep seriously taking a toll on him as his want was slowly getting tired of patting you.
But most of all he was thinking about you. His future included yours.
How kind.. despite being so heartless.
Oh.. the song ended and all that was left was the soft static from the machine, blissful silence was all that was heard.
Wait..
Silence?
He looked over his shoulder to look at you, your little baby cheeks squished against him, your eyes closed and your breathing steady..
Finally! You're asleep.
Another sigh of relief released from his lips, continuing to loudly hum the same song that was playing earlier as he slowly walked out of the living room towards his room, now stopping at your crib.
He continued humming as one of his hands held the back of your head and the other held your back, gently placing you in the crib while humming the tune he kept you close while he set you down so you wouldn’t suddenly burst in crying again.
Once he gently managed to place you down with no fuss.. He was darn ready to sleep.
Oh but he took a moment to look at you, leaning against the railings of your ‘bed’ made specifically for you.
Your little baby fat and your squishy cheeks that made your little face even cuter– once again, he was never fond of kids let alone babies but hell if only you didn’t look at him the way you did on that rainy day he found you.. Giggling and smiling even when you didn’t have a single clue of what your situation was as a month old baby.
“You are definitely a handful.. If you kept crying I might have left you in an orphanage by now.” he whispered and joked to himself– no matter the cruel jokes he makes he’ll always find laughter in moments or scenarios of despair.
He’s too far gone now though, he’s bought all your necessities and his home basically screams of a baby’s presence, so even if he truly wanted to do that he knew it’s too late to turn back and you're stuck to him forever.. Well however long ‘forever’ is.
"Domestic life was never quite my style.. still isn't, but I can simply make a few exceptions."
“Well now.. sweetest of dreams, little dove.” he mumbled quietly before finally heading to his own bed himself.
Alastor finally settling in and finally getting comfortable and very slowly falling asleep himself.. glasses back on his nightstand and the noise around him becoming fainter and his mind seemed to finally start powering off for the night.
Finally.. time to sleep.. there's much work to do tomorrow.
Until he heard shuffling from the crib.
‘Oh god.’
(thank you so much for reading part 5 of my angel baby! the stakes are gonna get real high between the reader and Alastor! hope everything goes well for the two when one of them starts interacting!(alastor lmao) hope to see you all in part 6 if you are willing to stick around! Im really only planning to finish this series until the very end or until you guys stop wanting it but nonetheless I hope we reach the end of this story soon!!)
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young!reader who leaves for a mission and comes back with a horse
✎ petah. . . . . the horse is here.
✎ tags: young military reader, gender neutral reader, not proofread im too cool for that
♡ "don't wander off," price had said. "you'll just get lost out here," he had also said. you did wander off, but miraculously did not get lost (entirely).
♡ the guys are panicked. you're all stuck out in the middle of absolute nowhere, no buildings for several kilometers in every direction. it's just sparse forest aside from your little cabin safehouse, cut off from anything and everything. and you're gone.
♡ they had attempted to search the surrounding area once they realized you weren't close by, but rain soon started drizzling down and turning to a steady pour not long after, covering an already setting sun. soap and gaz both insisted on staying out later than price and ghost, but were soon driven inside by the soon-to-be pitch black sky.
♡ they take their usual turns of being on watch throughout the night, but no one really sleeps. it's several hours into the night when soap suddenly shouts that you're back. they're all rushing to the door as you come in, sopping wet and violently shivering. despite that, you greet them with your usual smile (just with chattering teeth) and a cheery "hey guys!"
♡ you're just like, "sorry i was gone so long" and gaz and soap simultaneously ask where the hell you've been, while ghost asks why you didn't radio in at least, and price tells you that he told you this would happen. and you have the audacity to look confused, as if you didn't think they'd worry when you suddenly went dark for hours without warning.
♡ you sheepishly explain that you had seen an animal and followed after it and got just a little bit lost on your way back for awhile. price once again says that he told you this would happen, and you roll your eyes. soap grabs blankets from the grubby couch in the tiny living room and gaz tells you to go change.
♡ once you do, you're basically ordered to bundle yourself up and sit in front of the fireplace while price gives you the usual lecture of "you need to radio in" and "you can't just go wandering off". everyone stifles their laughter when they see the dead stare you give him the entire time.
♡ they poke fun at you for wandering off after some animal until you decide to march away dramatically to where you had declared your sleeping place (it was a corner behind a half wall that you had shoved your stuff into, about halfway across the room from everyone else).
♡ the rest of the night passes by uneventfully, and you all wake up as the rain tapers off and a gray haze settles over everything. soap and ghost go outside while the rest of you are still waking up (except for price, hunched in a chair, still snoring).
♡ you're slowly stretching out your stiff muscles when soap and ghost come marching back in and over to you. soap asks you why there is a horse tethered to the overhang at the back of the house.
♡ "i told you, i found an animal," you say. they exchange a look while gaz's head perks up and a quiet "huh?" escapes him.
♡ and so ensues ghost telling you off for, one, wandering off after a horse, and two, staying out for hours without radioing because of a horse, and three, bringing said horse back with you to your safehouse. you still look confused, and it makes him go on further. price is awake now and he's pretty sure he's still dreaming; soap and gaz are quietly making jokes and snickering ghost's increasingly annoyed body language.
♡ ghost and you go back and forth for about ten minutes before he gives up and stalks off. price, now out of his stupor, tells you that you can't keep the horse. before you can start protesting again, he follows up with the fact that there's a farm a few miles away, and they might take the horse.
♡ soap and gaz come with you as you dejectedly lead the horse in the direction of the farm (they mostly just came with because price told them to make sure you actually gave up the horse). you complain the whole way there, talking to the horse about how they're all mean and stupid while soap mumbles a quick "we're not stupid!"
♡ you're at the edge of the field and the horse doesn't want to leave your side. you say your final goodbyes, sniffling through it all, before gaz sighs and slaps the horse to send it running. you glare at him and he says you were just torturing yourself at that point, to which you you just flip him off. he puts his hands up and turns to start walking back to the safehouse.
♡ soap gives you a comforting pat on the back while gently leading you back after you watch the horse get closer to the farm for a little bit longer. he gives you some words of encouragement and manages to cheer you up with the fact that the horse will be well taken care of in the hands of real farmers (you say you could be a real farmer, he says he knows).
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Hi I was just wondering if I could request headcannons for father figure bf!Suguru? Thank you so much I love your writing🩷🩷
hi so sorry for responding late . . . i hope you are well ! but ofc i cane give u littl headcannons some of based off of things i think he does ( ovbi ) and some are what i interpreted from da show & manga !
its supa short bc im swleepy bc its 3:30 am exactly nd i haven’t taken a nap at all.
( side note : i miss my puppy girl agenda so dis will b da first thing of my return to be fulfilled of puppy girl )
. father figure!bf suguru who wraps you in his arms when you are feeling uneasy with anxiety.
. father figure!bf suguru who buys you milk bread everyday at your favorite bakery on his way to pick you up from whatever college after activity you have going on for that week.
. father figure!bf suguru is very attentive, the first thing he noticed about you when you two first met is that you walk with a littl bounce
. father figure!bf suguru doesn’t care or particularly mind that you cling to him like a needy puppy begging for attention. he finds it cute how you rely on him for anything.
. father figure!bf suguru who hates the word “goodbye.” he always corrects you when you’re stepping out the car to head into your morning class. “hey. wait, what do we say?” he cocks his head to the side, you try arguing that you’ll be late, but he doesn’t let up. you sigh in defeat and mumble out a quick “ see you later, i love you. “ quickly slamming the door, you rush to your class before you could hear his response “i love you too. you look beautiful”
. father figure!bf suguru who gives you you a baby pink collar engraved with “ if found return to geto suguru “ on one of the sliver tags dangling from the key ring.
. father figure!bf suguru who starts calling you pup more often. he’s well aware that you love the petname he has adopted into his vocabulary. — he likes it also.
. father figure!bf suguru is never mean to you;not intentionally you think? but when he is, it make your brain a bit hazy.
. father figure!bf suguru doesn’t like brats or liars which you happen to be both. of course you never tell major lies at least that’s what you think but your partner would disagree. — you told a small white lie about how you had no clue how a big wine stain got on the couch and suggested that his friends did it. geto knew who had done it, but you don’t know that he is aware of it. he just want you to confess.
. father figure!bf suguru punishments hurt; alot. you aren’t use to the heavier ones, only a few taps on your bottom to bounce you back from being disruptive but they’re never like this. — ass cheeks are warm accompanied by a slight tint of red due to the pressure of his big palms, you can feel the welts starting to form. “restart over. you stop again, i will leave you here with a vibrator tied to your leg, do i make myself clear?” his voice is rough and firm. “y-yes sorry. m-sorry”
. father figure!bf suguru the after care is what makes you fall in love with him all over again. — after his corrective actions, you and him are embraced into each other for awhile, as he draws circles on your back while rocking you back and forth to bring you back down. “my sweet girl, you did so good. always know how to take your punishment well.” he coos, you look at him with big doe eyes, suguru thinks for a moment; you are a real puppy who has reincarnated into a 20 year old girls body.
. father figure!bf suguru regardless of his mistakes in the past before you became his light at the end of a dark tunnel, he make a secret promise to whatever god existed that he would do whatever it takes to heal from his past in order to keep you around for the rest of his life.
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Im so sorry if this is uploaded late or if it isn’t good enough I’ve been having the most gut wrenching headaches because of my anemia and i also have exams so i can’t be on my phone very often.
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Lieutenant why is ur user so long 😭
 I wish you knew.
Part 2.
His hair was so soft to the touch, it felt like you were running your hand through a billow of clouds that wrapped themselves around your arm as an ethereal feeling was sent throughout your body.
If there was a chance you could steal his hair and use it as your mattress and pillows you would've done it in the blink of an eye...
"Can you turn around so I can how it looks on you?" you asked and he nodded, turning around while avoiding eye contact with you, because...well, in a situation like this you would usually do something devious.
But, this time around you didn't and he looked so adorable. His hair was tied back down into to a loose low ponytail with there still being some hair at the front to not leave his forehead bare as it was his signature style while you added a little heart clip to keep the short front hair from falling out.
The only reason he was doing this was to leave an impression on gayatri, who he recently asked on a date.
They weren't they dating but they became friends a month or two ago and pavitr wanted step it up a bit.
Though, he never said it was a date but instead "a hangout"
Sometimes, you really wanted to stab yourself in the mouth and rip your tongue out.
You were the one who suggested they became friends and you were the one who told him to ask her out at least once in awhile to make her "grow or feel a connection"
Why? you weren't even sure yourself.
You knew she began growing feelings for him as well but instead of keeping them apart, you willingly made them get closer to one another.
who were you to deny his love life? He's been your best friend since the primary school days! you couldn't just snatch his chances of ever finding love out of pure spite.
But once again, ever since the whole 'hangout with gayatri' thing has been going on you've never really hangout or talk to each other as much as you used to.
The only time you would have a conversation would be on WhatsApp where you would text like two random people who just got each other's number.
You weren't sure if it was on purpose or not but you were still glad to be able to see him again, "actually, can you come with me this time?"
What?
"You mean third wheel? Yea, no thanks." as mean as it sounded, who in the right mind would want hear their longtime crush trying to get it on with their friend? Or anyone in that matter.
"I'm not talking about sitting with us! Just like, watch and be there with me for emotional support."
"Why now? you've went on date with her multiple times already haven't you? you didn't even ask me to go with you during your first time!" he sighed before placing his arms on your shoulders. Looking you right in the eye like he used to, but this time he wasn't looking for your reaction instead he wanted you to see his, to take what he had to say seriously.
Taking in a deep breath, he spoke,"I'm planning on confessing today."
....
Oh.
That sentence alone made your heart beat faster from anger as the walls of realization came crashing down on you.
you knew you should've said something.
you knew you should've made a move.
But you didn't, So you couldn't blame him right? It was his heart and he knew who he wanted it belong to.
You couldn't control his fate nor could you control yours, as in the story written by the one you were just meant to be someone who admired him as he admired someone else.
It took everything in you to not break down at that moment as you avoided making eye contact with him, "yea, I'll be there."
He smiled softly before placing a kiss on your forehead, a gesture he has done multiple times that always made you flustered but now you just felt dull.
"We'll be at the regular cafe, okay?" you nodded, waiting for him to leave you alone in his home once again but for a complete different reason.
He gave you one last look before finally living.
Fuck life.
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They talked and laughed, clearly enjoying their time together. But, for some reason his mind was still on you. He knew you were there watching, following his instructions from before but he wanted you near to him, he wanted to see you, to hear you, feel you, everything.
Was his feelings towards you really platonic? I mean, it's not weird to think of your friend as attractive and loveable right?
Should he leave? I mean whats the point on confessing if his mind was on someone else as well?
But he didn't just wanna leave early because of that..
"HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE!" A citizen yelled as a crowd of gut wrenching screams that slowly started to get louder was followed.
Everyone that was in the cafe began to scatter towards the door making it a struggle for anyone to get through.
Seems like fate decided to choose for him.
Remember how i said everyone went towards the front door? Well, it was everyone except gayatri.
She quickly got up and grabbed pavitr's hand, attempting to lead him towards the back door along with her, but he didn't budge.
"I'm going for y/n. You just get somewhere safe okay?" she looked at him with pure fear and concern in her eyes,"What? She was here?"
Oh right, she didn't know.
"She's smart, she would've left by now and so should we!" she said, trying to pull him again but failed miserably, "You really need to go, gayatri. I'll be fine." he said with his honey tone voice that completely swooed her.
She was hesitant but nodded and left anyway .
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He couldn't see you, he couldn't hear you or sense you anywhere no matter how hard he tried. Everything was fine, everything was resolved and everyone was saved.
Everyone except you.
It wasn't that dangerous of a villan and he was captured, so where were you?
He checked inside your apartment, you weren't there.
Maybe your parents house? No
Your friends houses? Still no.
You weren't answering your phone either, did something happen to you? Did one of the villains minion get to you? But why you? He never slipped up and went to your house in his uniform before. Did they somehow find out his identity? But that's not possible... Maybe It was his hair?...
Sighing on the rooftop of a random, he went towards your apartment one more time thinking that maybe there was a tiny chance you were there and boy was he glad he did.
You were there, not in your room but on the rooftop and just seeing you, alive and okay, lifted a huge weight off his shoulder.
he wasted absolutely no time to start swinging towards you as fast as he could, as if if he didn't capture in less than a minute you would disappear like sand in the wind, jumping and leeching onto you like a cat after his last swing.
"Wha–? Spiderman?"
your voice. He loved your voice so much but it sounded weak and fragile, were you crying?
"Spider man?" you asked again. He wanted to kiss you so bad, to make whatever it was that made you cry go away. Completely oblivious to the fact he was the reason.
Maybe his feelings towards you weren't platonic.
"I love him but I don't wanna."
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Part 3
He forget he spiderman while spidermaning
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build-a-bear boytoy—!
relationship | college student!xiao x gn!reader
synopsis | once again, build-a-bear workshop was hosting a collab with sanrio and xiao is the unlucky fellow who accompanied your crusty ass and witnessed your poor spending habits. you both hang out all the time! no biggie, it’s not like his lil secret on the tip of his tongue would slip out in the middle of the mall… right? right??
content | fluff
cw | swearing, youre both so cringy with this mutual pining i stg
a/n | xiaaaaaooooo… im still learning how to write him 😩. soft quiet boy who is so infatuated with you and would tag along for anything? mine, im taking.
build a bear masterlist
okay.
when xiao was procrastinating his assignment after lunch in a library by languidly scrolling through his phone, he came across a very… eye-straining, bright, and cheery ad featuring sanrio characters and a collaboration with build-a-bear workshop. after squinting his eyes at the violation of colors, he clicked on the ad.
only to send you the ad, of course.
he definitely figured you’d immediately spam him ‘tytyty!’ and drag one of your sanrio girlies and/or boytoys to the mall over the coming weekend. if he had to guess, based on your financially crippling addiction to collecting them all, you would’ve gotten cinnamoroll to complete your current your set.
he was very well familiar with who you were missing. afterall, sitting on your plushie-crowded couch on the weekends allowed him to get closely acquainted with your soft inanimate and unofficial roommates; especially when you had meekly introduced him to each of their names the first time he visited for a movie night all those months ago. when you rambled and introduced the cast to him, you had shown him a picture of all of them together. maybe his lack of teasing or questioning about your interests and age encouraged the idea that you could talk to him without judgement.
during the movie nights in your living room, he was surrounded by the little guys. he carefully noted the ones you were missing, based on that picture you showed him awhile back.
it’s not like he helped you complete your collection. not until today, at least.
he did not ever think he was going to be your sanrio partner for the evening and drag him to the mall that same day.
“xiao, you do not understand how grateful i am right now. you're my honorary sanrio boytoy; childe is still numero uno though,” you blew a dramatic kiss in his direction.
“… you’re welcome, i suppose? i just figured you would be interested,” he replies softly, politely ignoring yet secretly relishing in the idea of being yours, in some weird way. he trailed behind your giddy frame as you traversed through the packed crowds at the mall on a friday evening. he watched as you chatted away, explaining how long you had waited for this day.
something about not needing to pay for international fees or shipping costs.
he would be a liar if he said he was processing 100% of your words because the beating of his heart was so loud, but he was at least conveying he was paying some attention. giving you small nods, hums of agreement, grunts of disapproval, all while keeping his gaze on you.
granted, you were always easy to look at, at least in his eyes.
as the two of you approached the diy plushie workshop, you halted right in your tracks as you turned to him with a mischievous glint in your eyes. before he picked you up and helped you behind him onto his motorcycle, you had already planned how today was going to pan out.
you clasped both of his hands into yours and grinned, “i was thinking we could each make one? i dont mind paying for you. consider it an early birthday—“
he cuts you off, almost ripping his hands out of your hold, “no,” he huffs simply while furrowing his brows at you, his lips pursed in dissatisfaction at the mere suggestion.
your grin falters a tad at his abrupt and curt response because, let's be honest. the male clad in dark clothing and a full sleeve tattoo on his arm didn't exactly match the vibes of the place. but before you could nod and give him a look of understanding, he clears his throat and corrects himself.
“what i meant was,” he sighs as he composes himself, rubbing the other tattoo on the side of his neck, “i can pay for myself. i’d offer to pay for you as well, but you-“
“-would refuse,” you finish for him, humming lightly at the memories that came to mind.
what he said was absolutely true; whenever the two of you hung out, you’d always end up offering to pay for him. you weren’t loaded, by any means, but he always went out of his way to force himself to leave his apartment to hang out with you. the least you could do was pay for the cute lil loner’s food or ticket every now and then.
granted, your efforts were wasted because you technically never got to pay for a single thing for him. he’d always drop his credit card next to yours to evenly split every bill with you.
if he couldn’t split the cost at the register, you’d always catch him intently listening for the cashier to read out a number or staring at the bright screen at the total cost. you’d find a banking notification on your phone later that day, notifying you that @/alatusxiao had sent you his share.
“...splitting in half?”
“splitting in half.”
with that, the two of you walked in and were welcomed by an oddly smug and cheery worker near the stuffing section. neither of you paid him much mind as you had made a beeline for the bright pink section near the back, showcasing many different sanrio characters.
as you gushed over the many options you could drop an exorbitant, almost disgusting amount of money on, xiao eases his tense stature as he leans against the sunshine golden wall, jamming his hands into his pockets. he watched as you picked up each plump store display, pointing at all of the details on them and occasionally sneering at the tasteless clothes on them.
he’d agree though; the clothes were pretty mid.
while the teal haired male didn’t know everything sanrio, he knew a lot from the multiple conversations where you’d spam him with pictures of a new one you had gotten in the mail.
if someone had asked xiao 2 years ago if he was going to be able to breezily explain that cinnamoroll is a puppy, kuromi is in a biker gang, and pompompurin loves milk, he would’ve cursed them out under his breath and rolled his eyes.
however, every time you would explain sanrio lore to him on a tuesday night in the comfort of your kitchen after the two of you got bored of studying, he was always, always, always listening more intently than he would ever care to admit.
the amber eyed male might never join you in your delight, but the young man always paid attention, constantly and attentively logging the information you were barreling down his throat. his warm eyes and rough hands might be occupied doing other things, like ripping open a box of microwavable mac and cheese and mumbling out the instructions to himself, but his ears were always fixated on the hum of your voice. even when the microwave told him his food was cold and the bowl was hot, your voice was always somehow rang louder than the incessant beeping late at night.
it’s what best friends do… right? listen to each other?
at the internal mention of 'best friends', xiao feels his fists tighten deep inside the warmth of his pockets.
yeah. he was… fine with being your sanrio boytoy for the day. but… he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t want to be your forever sanrio boytoy something more to you.
sure whatever, he liked you and had numerous opportunities to act on those feelings, but he deeply respected the best friend badge you slapped on his heart and the distance between the two of you on your couch whenever you placed hello kitty between the two of you.
shaking his heads from his thoughts, xiao watched you tap on your lower lip, humming to yourself as you scanned your options, “who do think i should get–“
“cinnamoroll,” he answers easily, jutting his head towards the one you were currently in front of. you shot him a surprised look as you cocked your head.
“you remembered his name?” you asked with an incredulous look on your face, “you remembered im missing cinnamoroll?” your hands trailed over to the store display, examining the texture of the fabric under the pads of your fingers as you stared at your increasingly defensive friend.
xiao’s eyebrows quirked up as he responded, “well, yeah. you tell me about them pretty often.”
you laugh quietly as you nod your head, “yeah that makes sense–“
“-and i know youre missing cinnamoroll. you have two my melody’s. a few pompompurin–“
“xiao-“
“one hello kitty. and one keroppi. i think that’s the frog one, right?”
he’s rambling and you stared. hard.
“you actually listen to me?”
“…yes? why wouldn’t i?”
oh, xiao was bewildered. archons, he was so baffled why you were confused.
isn’t it polite to listen to your friends and remember what they tell you? isn’t it polite actually care about what people talk about?
see, what xiao didn’t know was his level of care he put into the things you had to say. whether you told him something life changing about your past that haunts you to this day or about what colored folder you were thinking about using for your math class next semester, xiao had these details about you catalogued in his mind; each thing in its neat little folder in the filing cabinet in his mind.
to him, whether he realized it or not, every tidbit that slips from between your plush lips was tremendously important.
“well, i just figured you were being polite! like, i thought maybe it was going through one ear and out the other. you know i like to ramble,” you chuckled, a bit of warmth dusting the tips of your ears. you cleared your throat as you quickly turned away to snatch the unstuffed puppy out of the pit.
fortunately, here’s a friendly reminder! xiao always found you really easy on the eyes and noticed changes in your behavior and appearance.
“is that weird? you seem embarrassed,” he comments breezily, pushing himself away from the yellow bricks behind him. he approaches you and leans forward to scrutinize your fluster. you swiftly shake your head in response.
“not weird at all, xiao! it’s actually… sweet of you,” you murmur, clutching the limp fabric into your arms. usually, giving xiao 100% of your attention was effortless. making eye contact with him was a breeze, even if the pounding of your heart seemed to overpower the volume of your voices when the two of you spoke in your kitchen at 2 am as he shoveled cheesy pasta into his mouth. however, being surprised by a very sweet and sudden revelation had you a little… dazed. your nonchalant demeanor failed to materialize at this moment.
once the words registered in xiao’s mind about how his actions were perceived as sweet, it was finally his turn to get a little sprinkle of pink on his cheeks.
he merely nods as he gnaws on his inner cheeks, crossing his arms across his chest as he rewidens the space between the two of you.
unbeknownst to you, his palms got a little clammy.
light, tense silence befell the both of you as you both just stood at the corner of the store, the sound of kids making their own stuffed animals filling the air. cheers as kids jumped up and down, wishing love into their newfound furry friends.
you coughed, doning your own mask again, “well! we better pick yours so we can get started on making these bad boys.” you patted the limp white puppy plush in your arms.
xiao’s eyes scanned the options presented before him before he lands back onto you, “i think you could just pick for me? they are cute, but… none really catch my eye.”
“i’ll ignore that blatant insult at the end,” you grumble as you wiggle your fingers over a specific plush. truth to be told, you had planned on coming to build-a-bear and choosing this specific character for xiao from the very start.
xiao watched you quickly grab a black unstuffed plush as you raise it out triumphantly at him. his eyes drifted to the store display and he chuckled.
“chococat. why him?” he inquires, walking forward to grab the fabric from your hands. his fingers brushes yours and he flinches inwardly.
mask is slipping, mask is slipping...
you hummed and tapped your finger on your lip again. his eyes zoned in on the methodical movement.
tap.
tap.
tap.
“you’re both cute-”
his face flushes as he blinks, and he grumbles, his gaze breaking.
“-and very sweet. he’s always up-to-date on everyone’s happenings, which fits you since you’re glued to your phone all the time,” you grimace, but quickly laugh at the half-hearted glare thrown your way. “he’s a little scatter-brained—”
“—are you saying i’m scatter-brained?” he huffs, the fluster immediately dissipating, nearly tossing the damn thing back into the bin, but your chuckle makes him catches him.
“you’re usually pretty attentive to everything, especially when i’m talking to you,” you grin at the way his cheeks redden at your callout, “oh, you can get a little frazzled when i tease you. not a big correlation there, but still something to note,” you finish, fighting off your own redness threatening to appear on your face.
“you’re so—! ugh,” he sighs, giving you a look that clearly wanted to tell you off for teasing him yet again, but he relents as he pulls the soft fabric back close into his hold, clearly choosing to not launch the poor black cat back into the plastic bin. he grumbles as he turns, clearly ready to go shove some plushie stuffing into your choices.
“oh, hush,” you scolded, linking your pinky with his. you firmly tugged him into the line, joining a few families waiting for their turn at the stuffing machine.
“…you tease me too much, y/n,” he mutters, warmth filling his chest as he refrains from squeezing your pinky with his. it felt nice whenever you tugged him along like this. usually you’d let go by now though.
how odd you haven't yet.
he logs that piece of information to replay late at night as he stares at his ceiling.
“not my fault you’re easy to tease,” you quip back, gently swinging your barely joined hands between the two of you. cinnamoroll was firmly pressed against your chest while xiao had chococat resting in the crook of his arm, his hand in his pocket. he rolls his eyes half-heartedly and grumbles quietly.
“you’re lucky i like you.”
your jaw gradually drops as you slowly turned to him. suddenly, the room just got a little too loud, a little too quiet, a little too crowded, a little too much for the panic-struck amber-eyed male.
his heart sank to the pit of his stomach.
shitshitshit, it slipped out.
“run that by me one more time,” you demanded carefully, clearly treading on eggshells with the frozen young man next to you. you could feel his pinky slip from yours and you frowned.
xiao was crumbling inside.
oh archons, he fucked up bad. letting those words slip out? he’d been holding those words back for weeks and spending time with you made it harder and harder to not just tell you, to tell you that he want to launch hello kitty across the room and just pull you into his arms while you both watched movies. to rip off the bff badge on his chest and just…
archons, archons, archons, he figured he would tell you in your discord dm’s one drunken night or something, not like this—
“a-as friends, of course,” he corrects slowly as he gnaws at his lip, drowning out his anxious thoughts. he winces at the lie he knew he was going to have to correct one day, if that day ever came.
however, the poorly masked dejected tone in your next response silenced his racing thoughts. in the hustle and bustle of the too gaudy, too yellow room, he, as usual, catches every dip and lilt in your voice when you speak.
so when he sees your arm clutching cinnamoroll slacken by a mere fraction and hears you respond in a little more soft, almost crestfallen tone, a tonality so different from your usual melody, his chest pangs yet nearly pounds right out of his chest.
“oh, so… you don’t like me that way?”
fuck.
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Can I ask how you view Brunim and Forever's relationship since you mentioned it in your last post? You said you viewed it as toxic on both ends and that it messed Forever up, can you go into more detail?
(as always, /rp, not irl)
Also go here for more hcs on q!Forever's relationships this ask is referencing!
Okay so!! Like I said before in that posts tags, I dont know a WHOLE lot about the canon relationship between q!Forever and... c!Brunim? q!Brunim? Whatever, I dont know the canon but from what iv seen, in rp its very much not healthy. So I ended up building my own hcs for them and idk how accurate they are canon wise but I still like em regardless so im sticking to em lol!
(Tw for talks of abuse, toxic relationships, and unhealthy relationships!)
So first thing to note;
These guys were really fucked up, toxic, and probs abusive in several places. They started out softer, kinder, safer, but it did not stay that way. Still, know that they loved each other regardless.
In my head, Brunim was very much the aggressor, and the one who started being toxic, abusive, and obsessive about Forever, and was worse about it. Forever ended up becoming toxic and doing toxic/shitty/obsessive things in turn as a by product. I wont say Brunim was the only one who had issues and did bad things but Forever only ended up becoming like that becuase Brunim taught him that's how he showed love in their relationship, so he showed it that way back ya know?
But thing is they stopped being happy, stopped awhile ago in fact and realized they couldn't keep doing this to each other, hurting each other, for both their sakes. Its hard to recognize you are doing something wrong, and it was even harder to let go, for real this final time, and only through help did they manage it but they did.
But the thing is, Brunim was Forever's first real relationship, and it had messed him up. Untangling yourself from that sort of thing is fucking hard, knowing where the line is or where something is toxic and unhealthy romantic wise (or even in general) is even harder when its pretty much your only real frame of reference and unlearning all that shit is hard and takes time too.
So when Forever got to the island, while he's made leaps and bounds from where he use to be, enough he can mess around and even joke with someone who reminds him of Brunim without actually having issues with it (at least at first lol), is still in the process of trying to unlearn his more unhealthy behaviors and expectations.
That's where some of his more concerning phrases or claims come from, either not knowing the line as he crosses it due to skewed misconceptions, saying it jokingly becuase he'd never actually go through with it (though probs shouldn't of said it regardless but hey that's coping with trauma for ya), or knowing the line but crossing it anyways on impulse and having to pull back becuase he doesn't mean it/regrets it. He would never on purpose dip back into those toxic behaviors but like I said, still unlearning and understanding those.
Forever would never actually go through with anything toxic, abusive, or unhealthy for the most part on purpose btw, if that wasn't clear.
There is a little bit, like mentioned in the main post, where when he does start to catch feelings it is becuase of him confusing Brunim with Phil, but Forever does beginning to actually fall for him and it takes a bit to fully separate them, and his expectations of it all. But hell he cant stop loving Phil even if he does eventually see Phil will not change his mind about Forever loving him.
But anyhoo enough about the main thing, smaller but still important stuff-
Like I said Brunim was Forever's first real relationship, and they did actually love each other under all the shit it became. Didn't mean any of what happened was okay tho.
Brunim is a vampire, and fed off regularly of Forever. He didn't have issues with it at first but quickly became painful and a bad time.
(tw for scars and a bit of gore) Forever actually has a horrific scar on his neck from the feedings, though its hard to tell if it becuase Brunim would very slightly shift around where he would bite in to feed over time so it became a mass of scar tissue, or if he ripped out a chunk of Forever's flesh for whatever reason. Forever usually keeps it covered but it burns sometimes.
Brunim's way of punishing Forever was usually to lock him up until he behaved again, specially if they were on "break" and Brunim wanted Forever back. Hence why Forever uttered "lock you up until love me." He wasn't serious about it but later feels sick he said it even jokingly.
Forever is surprisingly mentally stable despite all this and has worked hard on his mental health, thanks to therapy. Most of his issues, like I said, come from trying to unlearn all that toxic shit and unhealthy behaviors.
They really miss each other but tbh its more they miss what they had before, as well as the comfort in the not being alone despite the pain. Regardless Forever will never go back to Brunim, even if they both change for the better.
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a super depressing one-shot that may be a part of a series I want to make
(tw: abuse) (i did not proof or reread any of this. i wrote it in 10 minutes at a rapid fire pace and decided to post it bcs im eepy) (also plz read the tags before commenting!)
Chara and Frisk were curled up on the couch, each of them covered up in at least two throw blankets. They were having a Pixar movie marathon–they had both caught a cold that past week from school, and the cold, December weather, and Toriel had insisted they’d stay home until they were both feeling well. The sun was out, but blocked out behind the thick, blackout curtains that were closed. Though the heat was up and on high, it felt as though the frigid temperatures were seeping through the windows and the front door, hence the two being under a couple of blankets, as well as wearing fleece pajamas. There were Gatorade bottles and half-eaten sleeves of Saltine crackers on the floor in front of the couch, a bottle of liquid cold medicine on the end table beside Frisk.
They were watching all of the Pixar movies in order, starting two days ago. One or the other, or the both of them, typically ended up drifting off during each movie, so it was taking them awhile to finish them all. They were on Coco, one Chara didn’t find particularly interesting.
“It’s just like that other movie about the Day of the Dead.” She said to Frisk, keeping her tired gaze on the TV. Her voice was raspy from coughing for the past few days.
Frisk glanced over at them, too comfortable in their spot in the corner of the couch, cocooned in two thick blankets and their head sunk deep into their pillow to actually move their head to look at Chara. “What one? There’s another Disney movie about it?”
“No, it wasn’t Disney. It had these snakes and this guy in a room with a bunch of candles. I think they fought a bull, too?”
“Ohhh,” Frisk sang, “The Book of Life?”
Chara looked over at Frisk with a little grin, “Yes, that one. They’re literally the same movie, except for the fact that Coco doesn’t get killed to enter the Land of the Dead.”
“That movie doesn’t have music, though.” Frisk brought their focus back onto the movie.
“Yeah, it did. The guy sang that ‘I love you too much’ song to the girl, remember?” Chara sat up a bit, her movements slow. She pulled her blankets up over her shoulders, sitting up and against the back of the couch with her knees pulled up to her chest.
“Well, it’s not as good as the songs in this one, duh.” Frisk snickered, their voice quiet, just above a whisper.
Chara kept her snarky look on her face, continuing to look down at Frisk, “Never said it was. The story was just better.”
Frisk scoffed, “Because the guy died?”
“Yup.”
“Okay, whatever, Chara,” Frisk yawned, “Great taste you have there.”
The two went quiet as Coco began to sing Un Poco Loco. Chara couldn’t help but hum along to the tune–a quiet hum, just in the back of her sore throat. Frisk couldn’t even hear it over the movie.
The song ended and the movie went on. The silence between the siblings ended with Frisk asking, hesitantly and softly, “Hey, Chara?”
Chara looked over at them, meeting their eyes as Frisk sat upright, crossing their legs and leaning back into the couch. Just off of the look on Frisk’s face–of which Frisk was obviously trying to downplay their emotions, but Chara knew them too well to fall for it–Chara knew that they were…nervous about something.
“Hm?” Chara hummed, “Is something wrong?”
“No, I’m–”
“I can go grab us some more Gatorade, if you want?” She shifted in her spot, ready to stand up before Frisk then blurted, leaning forward to her a bit.
“Nono, I’m fine. I just…”
Chara settled back into her spot, slowly, looking at Frisk with furrowed eyebrows and a confused look in her eyes.
Frisk pursed their lips, hesitating yet again, “I’ve been meaning to ask you something, for a while. I just…don’t know how to ask it, or when I should bring it up, so…but I want to ask it.”
“Okay?” Chara raised an eyebrow, “What is it?”
Frisk shrugged off their blanket and took the remote from the coffee table in front of the couch, muting the movie. Chara watched them do so, realizing as Frisk pressed the mute button that they were about to ask a very specific kind of question.”
“Oh.” Chara mumbled, their head falling down at their lap.
“I-I don’t have to ask,” Frisk stammered, “I know it’s-”
“No, it’s…fine?” Chara looked back up at Frisk, “It’s fine. I guess I was just expecting something like, “did you think Ernesto was his relative?” or something like that. But, if you really want to ask something…else, that’s fine.”
Frisk remained quiet, pursing their lips nervously again. Chara sighed, scooting to her left and sitting right beside Frisk. She wrapped her arm around her sibling, pulling them gently into her in an embrace. Frisk’s body instantly relaxed into hers, leaning their head against her chest. She smiled softly, her raspy voice still having a certain reassuring, proper tone and manner to it.
“Hey, remember what we’ve talked about?” Chara rubbed Frisk’s shoulder with her thumb, Frisk’s eyes falling to their lap.
“No more secrets?” Frisk mumbled.
“No more secrets, and we gotta be open and honest to each other, because we’re the only person that we have who understands one-another, right?”
Frisk nodded, “Right.”
“Then ask away. No matter the question.”
They took a deep breath in, their body stiffening up as they slowly spoke, “...why did you go to Mt. Ebbott?”
Chara’s smile faltered for a moment before falling. The two sat in silence for a minute, the flickering from the TV in the dark room adding a certain feeling of awkwardness to the tense moment.
“I’m sorry,” Frisk whispered, their voice breaking, though not because of any tears. They cleared their sore throat before speaking again, “I know…it’s a hard question. I’ve been wondering about it for a long time now, and just…I just want to know.”
Chara slowly sighed, tightening their arm around Frisk. They looked up at her, an almost apologetic, yet incredibly saddened look in their red eyes. Chara met their gaze and gave them a quick, reassuring smile.
“It’s okay. I’ve…never talked about it before. Not even with mom or dad, or…”
“Asriel mentioned it,” Frisk nodded slowly, looking back down at their lap. “the first run that we did. I don’t know if you heard it or not, but-”
“I did, I just forgot about it,” Chara chuckled shortly, “there were so many runs, so many timelines…it’s hard to remember just one conversation, is it not?”
“Sometimes, yeah.”
“What did he say, exactly?” Chara continued to speak slowly and quietly. She didn’t hesitate on her words, but her tone clearly showed her fear, her battle to force herself to speak.
“He said that you weren’t the greatest person, and that you hated humanity? And that he knew you didn’t fall down for…a happy reason.”
Chara didn’t reply immediately. She took a moment to find her words, to say something…well, she needed to say the truth, but didn’t want to even think about it, let alone speak the words aloud.
“Okay,” she sighed, her tone instantly changing from fear to sadness, “I…he was right, it wasn’t good.”
“...can I ask what happened?”
Chara nodded, though Frisk wasn’t looking, She bit at her bottom lip, holding back so, so many emotions as she gripped Frisk’s arm tighter, pulling their warm body closer to hers. “I haven’t told this to mom or dad, or anybody else. I’ve never told a soul about…well, my…my human parents.”
Frisk held their breath, freezing for a second. Chara had began to speak so slowly, so softly, that Frisk was sure they were going to begin to cry any moment. They knew she wouldn’t let them know she was crying–she never cried, at least, if she could help it. Chara was right, and Frisk knew it–it was a hard question, and Frisk knew it was going to be an awfully sad conversation.
“They…they hurt me. Bad,” Chara began, closing her eyes tightly, resting her chin on the top of Frisk’s head. “Since I was little. They hurt each other, and they both hurt me. My entire life with them was just…wake up, maybe eat, get screamed and hit at, and try and sleep.”
“Nobody…nobody noticed? Didn’t people and teachers at like, your school notice?”
“No, nobody said anything. The other adults around knew that if they said anything to anybody, especially the authorities, that it would just make things worse, and the other kids…they were judgey. They whispered about it, but never more than that. Nobody could help–they didn’t want to.”
“...I’m sorry,” Frisk sighed, “I’m…I’m sorry, Chara.”
Chara hummed, nodding slowly and opening their eyes just a bit, looking down at the top of Frisk’s head, “One night, I…I overheard my parents in the other room. One of them was threatening to kill the other, and…”
She trailed off, closing her lips and going silent.
“Chara?” Frisk asked, remaining still. A few seconds of silence passed and Frisk carefully pulled themselves upright, looking up at Chara’s face, “Chara–”
Tears had filled Chara’s eyes. Her red eyes were wide and her breath was shaky as she stared in a daze down at her lap.
“Chara,” Frisk said, louder, feeling as though their heart fell into their chest. Without a second thought, they got up on their knees and hugged Chara, wrapping their arms around her neck and shoulders and squeezing her as tight as they could, being sick and all. “I’m sorry, you don’t have to talk about it. I shouldn’t have asked.”
Chara began to sob, crying out loud with shaken breaths. With the movie muted, her cried carried across the house, and a second later Toriel came running from her bedroom.
“Frisk? Chara? What-” Toriel stopped in front of the two, looking down at her daughter with wide, saddened eyes. She was entirely expecting the sobbing to come from Frisk, not Chara…
“Chara, honey,” Toriel knelt down in front of the two, Frisk letting go of Chara. Toriel rested her paws on Chara’s damp, pale face, looking into her face with concern, “What is the matter?”
Chara pulled her arms out from beneath her blankets and jumped into Toriel’s arms, burying her face into her robe. Her sobs grew into bawling, gasping uncontrollably between each cry.
Frisk fell back into the couch, biting their lip and tearing up themselves. Toriel rubbed Chara’s back with one paw, the other running through her rust hair.
“What happened? Hey, it’s alright, it’s alright…”
“It’s my fault, I’m sorry.” Frisk blurted out, a tear rolling down their cheek. Toriel looked over at them, still holding Chara tight. She looked so small in her mother’s arms, like a small, helpless child.
“What do you mean? What is the matter?”
“I need…” Chara managed between cries and gasps, “t-to talk to you…”
She continued to cry as Toriel slowly let up on their embrace, resting her paws on her small shoulders as Chara sat on the edge of the couch. Her cheeks were rosier than usual, her face and shirt soaked in tears.
“Whatever it is, please…I’ve never seen you like this, Chara.” Toriel nodded slowly, saddened.
Chara glanced over at Frisk, giving them as much of a reassuring nod as she could, before looking back up at their mother.
“...about my human parents, and how I ended up with you and dad, and Azzy.”
Toriel stayed quiet for a moment, simply looking into Chara’s eyes. She nodded slowly, “Is that what this is about?”
Chara nodded, but Frisk spoke for her, “I asked about it. I’m sorry.”
“No,” Chara shook her head, her gaze still on Toriel, “you…you need to know about it. The both of you do.”
Toriel nodded again, lifting her paws off of Chara’s shoulders and taking a seat on her right. She lifted the fallen blankets over Chara’s shoulder, wrapping her up as Frisk scooted in closer to the two, leaning their head against Chara’s arm.
“Go ahead,” Toriel smiled at Chara–a smile that told Chara that, no matter she was about to say, Toriel would remain composed. While she knew that wasn’t going to be the case–not this time–Chara began again, her voice shaky and still raspy, with every few words being interrupted by a hiccup.
“My parents…hurt me. They hurt each other, and they hurt me, bad. Nobody at school said anything, ever, and neither did anyone who saw us at the store, or anywhere else. They were both always screaming. I don’t think I’d ever heard them speak…normally.”
Toriel remained quiet, as did Frisk.
(tbd)
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[request] gah im not sure if requests are open (i couldnt find it anywhere but i did see request rules so i assume requests are okay??) feel free to just trash this and sorry if you're not taking them. if you are though, could i get gn headcanons with childe, scaramouche, and maybe signora with a harbinger s/o who went on a really long mission and they've just been salty the entire time. but then they come back and they're ecstatic :) have a lovely day!
crack, fluff
also thank you, nonnie! have a nice day as well~ i really liked this request!
CHILDE
He’s not annoyed per se, but he definitely is restless. Of course, as he had not seen you for more than two weeks, he would be!
He would most likely be in a rampage of defeating enemies. His subordinates are not even trying to fight with him in fear that he would beat them up even if they are on the same side.
Well, they do quite understand… It has been awhile since they had seen him with you so that must have meant that you were out and about once again for your mission—not that he does not fight when you were there… but with how much time he spent on you, he mostly leaves the fighting with his subordinates. Which is why they don’t really mind if things are like this… but they still fear for their lives nonetheless.
CHILDE is also a mess. He probably has eyebags and all. After all, he does not sleep much from trying to overwork himself.
When you came back, it was quite obvious that you did because all the work for the Harbinger was dropped to the subordinates.
Looks like they will have to spend sleepless nights, but at least their boss Harbinger will be happy this time.
Also, wait, they were invited to a feast by their boss? Ah, he is clearly a gift from above! But well… only at times like these.
SCARAMOUCHE
Oh archons, bless his lackeys. Actually, come back to them, Y/n! They’re going to die before you could even come back!
He’s as grumpy as ever, much grumpier, actually. Not only can anyone keep him in check now that you are away, but his lackeys all think his grumpiness also roots from him missing you… but it’s not like they could talk about that out loud, or else they will really be dead.
Of course, if he hears this, he will only have to glare and look the other way. It’s not like he could really deny it, thus he will just have to refuse to try to get involved with them.
When you came back, everybody cheered because it felt like a huge storm had lifted from the atmosphere. There were no clouds above them and everything feels so light and clear.
Ah, they could all breathe properly now.
And for the Harbinger, of course, he will try to play it cool like “I did not miss you, who said I did?” while his lackeys would be looking at each other, recalling about how many times he had demanded them an answer if you had gone back or not.
SIGNORA
Now, I feel really bad for her lackeys. She doesn't even try and the others already fear her and are trying hard not to mess up unless they want to be humiliated.
She’s not as intense as the other two men, but she is quite intimidating.
All the more so when you’re not there.
Your presence is like summer for them—warm, tender, all the positive things. But when you are not, they either are walking on eggshells or on thin ice. Maybe even both.
Even if the Lady is not doing anything, it sends shivers down their spine whenever she calls for them to bring orders or ask for reports.
Also, why is the Madam much sassier than before? Is that even possible?
As for her, she kind of finds herself wondering if you’re back. She sometimes mutters on her own how “Y/n’s not back yet, are they?” unconsciously.
Thank goodness you came back again one day after your mission. It felt like the snow had been thawed so suddenly and even if the Lady is still the same as she was, at least she’s not picking on them 24/7 with a sassy glare on her eyes.
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On a scale of least to most slowburn, where do all of the ROs lie? Can you tag this question with #slowburn, please?
im honestly not 100% sure if i can scale this properly hmmm but i’ll ramble at you about it ok?
honestly theyre probably all what one could consider at least some what slow burn..? Just because MC hasn’t ever been in a relationship (platonic or not), is deeply traumatized (whether they admit it or not), and has to learn how to navigate both of those problems.
this is subject to change as i write obviously but as of rn, this is… kind of about how i imagine it? i am not a plotter though so.
LEAST SLOW BURN
i want to say sable… they’re shy and awkward, and they wouldn’t be the most trusting right off the bat (at least not about [BEEEEP] [REDACTED]) but! once they do trust MC, they’d be pretty open to the idea of a relationship when MC is ready/shows interest!
next is eden. eden just has to take a bit to work through their guilty conscious. they’d be a bit conflicted morally because 1. they’re letting MC stay at their house and dont want to make them feel like they HAVE to be in a relationship to stay or anything…? if you get me. (not that thats a route im going to write its just a fear of being perceived that way from eden lol) and 2. they DID have to experiment on MC. so. there’s obviously some conflicting feelings there.
felix comes in probably just before eris? Just barely. felix, to put it bluntly, is scared of MC for awhile LOL. she’s never dealt with someone whos infected. there is also a tad bit of guilt there for never questioning what Vicelie said they were doing/what was going in the labs nearby. also felix is just kind of an asshole so that might push MC away occasionally depending on how you play.
are you really surprised eris is towards the bottom of this list? i’m not. while eris is down for some light teasing (if you want to call it that. they’re a bit strange and unusual), anything beyond that is (mostly) uncharted territory. they don’t make it a habit to woo people or go out on dates or anything serious. part of it is them being worried about someone targeting MC as well, but they’re kind of being selfish in that regard since they’re still keeping MC around to throw them scraps and dispose of evidence anyways lol.
??? is def the most slow burn. that is all i can say. but what do you expect from the person hunting you down anyways?
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okay since like, Ive gotten a lot of new followers these past couple of months (thanks so much btw!!! Idk why u follow me but I apprecriate it !!) i figured hey! I should make a navigation post for my tags and stuff ! Maybe itll help some users who wanna look at my stuff but dont wanna scroll all the way through my blog, or some other reason ! Either way, ive been meaning to make something like this for awhile now so lets go
Tag navigation:
For my creations or asks:
#my art — this tag includes all (at least, I believe all) of my artwork Ive posted on this blog, if you like my art youll find a lot of it there
#my writing — this is where i post most of my larger writing (whether its my theories, headcanons, or fics). Note that this tag is mostly intended for my lengthier writing and not my shorter headcanon posts, nor is it used for regular text posts
#my comics — this is where is where most of my comics are, or also art posts that include a comic ive made in the same post
#asks — This is where the asks I’ve answered should be. Some asks include art or writing
For my headcanons/aus:
#inl1997 au — This is where I post my more relevant posts for my Deltarune au called “It’s No Longer 1997”. It’s a canon-adjacent au that’s an interpretation of Jevil and Spamton’s backstories, and tries to use canon rules (and extensions/headcanons of them) thats been shown so far in ch. 1 and 2 (I say “try” because Im just one person, so I may occasionally make mistakes). As I continue to study the deltarune lore some information in this au is bound to change as I get different ideas, so some posts in this tag may be outdated; Ive decided to keep them up to show my growth, though. Also, I realize a lot of the post in these tags are art posts — that’s because I personally find it easier to express my ideas through art than writing (I apologize if some posts dont make sense cuz of that). Btw, if you like my spamton angst content, this is where most of that stuff should be lol
#afttp au — This is for my other au called “Adds for the Therapeutic,” a post-ch. 2 au about Spamton (or Tonnie, as I sometimes call him) moving in with the addisons in Castle Town (on his own accord) and getting group therapy with them as well as individual therapy. Though it is about Spamton’s recovery, it’s also includes slice-of-life stuff revolving around its new life (tho theres occasionally angst too). If you like my addison stuff, this is also where most of that is
#my headcanons — this is where my deltarune headcanons are, whether theyre written or drawn. Note that a lot of my headcanons relate to both of my aus
For characters:
***Note: this is mostly for characters I post most often. If its any other character, try searching their name (or their name followed by “deltarune”) in the search bar of my blog. If their name doesn’t show up, it means I likely havent drawn or written about them yet (or tumblr is being broken, tho i havent come across a problem like that yet)
#spamtonposting — this includes posts that are mainly about spamton, or include a considerable amount of spamton content in it. If youre searching for specific stages of my spamton, then the following are: #spam e. mail (for addispam, though #addison spamton works too), #bigshot spamton, #spamton, and #spamton neo
#addisonposting — same as above, but with my versions of the addisons instead. If youre looking for specific addisons they are: #sam p. ler or #blue addison, #blowse or #orange addison, #percy wade or #pink addison, and #pops or #yellow addison. If youre looking for specific addison ships, I use #spamblue and #pinkyellow
#jevilposting — this is where most of my jevil stuff is, similar to spamton and the adds. If you wanna look for my “pre-corruption” jevil stuff, that would also be under the tag #jokir
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That should be all for now, though I apologize that my blog isnt that organized (as some posts may or may not be missing from certain tags — if I have time in the future ill try to fix that if I can). Hopefully this post will help at least a lil bit :] if I make any changes or add more tags, Ill be sure to update this post. Ill also link this post to my pinned, so it’s easy to access. If you have questions, dont be afraid to ask!!
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(this is the same anon talking abt the problem with unspecified gendered readers being feminized in fics as a male reader, jing yuan hyperfixee yada yada.. i'll start putting a little 🌙 emoji every time i make these asks bc i honestly like sending these in to have these sorts of conversations LOL)
here's my perspective in all honesty— i'm not someone who reads smut for the exact reason you specified!! sometimes i'll skim over out of pure curiosity and from what i see its like.. "this is not ____ what????" bc so many writers like to water down their personalities for the sex appeal like you said— like it'll be the BIGGEST of sweethearts and then they'll be written like some sorta discord moderator ☠️☠️
which, like i said, is a reason why i dont read smut bc i totally agree with you with the fact that i prefer reading stuff where it actually. feels like the character (like ur content.. mwah)
tbh — i don't really care if people don't write content specifically catered to males ! cuz like u said i understand the difficulty especially w/ smut when ur just super unfamiliar with it ++ writers will tend to project too, i just dislike when it almost misleads you when they say its genderneutral and then immediately uses pronouns or fem terms HAHA
(i will be dropping into your inbox from time to time bc i also like to ramble and not many of my friends like hsr so i have nobody to share my silly little headcanons and thoughts with.. :3)
Yeahhh lol smut is very... specific, especially on tumblr. It's taken me a long time to realize the different brands of writers on this site. There's a lot of blogs that have high followings, and I think it's more about quantity than quality. A lot of writers will write for several characters all at once, and there's a bigger demand for their writing because of their content and popularity. Hence, you're making things a lot quicker, focusing more on things like the quality of the smut rather than the portrayal of the character. Characters will get narrowed down into sections- dominant, submissive, or S&M daddy. Lol. It works for some people, but not really for me.
A little off topic but in the same breath of things being fem/neutral/male ... every so often when i browse tags, i see people complaining about how there isn't enough content for m!readers or neutral, sometimes I even see posts where people don't want fem aligned persons to interact with their posts period "because its not for you, you already have enough". That whole mentality bothers me. (I'm about to go on a tangent, and this is thoughts of my own, nothing to do with what you've said, just in case you think im talking about you or anything like that)
It's true that fem readers are the majority, and it's because women take up the majority of fandom. From most to least in every fandom to exist, its afab women, gender neutral afab persons, ftm men, and then in the lesser pool is gn amab persons. Somewhere in there is mtf and i have no idea where they lie in the pool honestly. This is just my observation from being in fandom for awhile and being ftm once upon a time (before people yell at me, im more comfortably genderfluid now and rather lax about my presentation and gender nowadays, but i used to be dysphoric and was transitioning strictly to male). It makes sense that AFAB readers are the majority considering the people behind the content. You come a long way before you realize that there's literally nothing wrong with this.
I used to get upset about lack of representation in fics as well, especially when i was transitioning. I was extremely petty and hateful toward writers that were in the majority and toward women in fandom. It wasn't until i decided to grow up that i realized this wasn't helping anything, it was just keeping me in a bad headspace to think that complaining and hatred was my answer. My answer was finding a community of my own and writing my own fics, feeding myself the content i wanted to read. Realizing it was nobodies responsibility to create content for me besides my own. Is it nice when you get lucky and find that content? Of course. It's such a wonderful treat. But you are not due that content, nobody on the internet should have the expectation they will be catered to. To believe they are owed it. We are owed nothing from strangers.
People need to realize that writers on tumblr or otherwise, for reader inserts or ships, we don't write for the audience. It's part of it, yes, because its fun to share and motivating. But its no one's responsibility to represent and carry a community on their shoulders. If someone is going to write fem aligned reader insert smut, that was birthed out of their desire to write it and eat it whole. It was made for them and expressed outward onto the internet for others to enjoy if they have the same interest. But it isn't anyone's responsibility or need to write for you, to write for GN readers if they dont want to. It doesnt make them transphobic or narrow minded. It will make YOU narrow minded if you believe you deserve content just because you're part of a minority and if you arent catered to, you're allowed to be spiteful.
Open mindedness goes a long way. I've become a lot happier ever since I realized that people lead their own lives, create their own content for the sake of making themselves happy, and I do the exact same. I don't owe anyone anything. The internet can become a hive mind and what seems like a reality of it's own, but truthfully everything is surface level. Nothing matters if you don't want it to. Catering your own experience is amazing once you realize you have the ability.
Anyway i rambled AGAIN. These are my thoughts. Have at them.
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hey! I don’t know if you’re taking requests currently as you haven’t been active in awhile (hope you’re okay btw) but I thought i’d at least try to request and if it’s denied that’s completely fine! Okay but genuinely, I keep seeing edits of albert on tiktok as ghostface and it’s lowkey like really cool to me.. like what would his motive be and such. Like I don’t know I can’t explain it AAAA! but you know, I think that’s like a cool concept tbh so if you’re still writing maybe that could possibly be something you’d be up to do. :) Oh and btw I remember you had a thing written about the things you would and wouldn’t wrote about? Either i’m just really dumb but i’ve been looking for the past 5 minutes and I can’t find it and I don’t remember what it even said so if this is majorly against your boundaries I apologize!/gen Oh and final thing; if you do decide to write it I don’t know if you do non one-shots and reader inserts or not but i’d prefer for it to like be more focused around Albert. :) (im sorry for being picky and annoying, i’ll honestly be happy with anything you decide to do have a good rest of your day or night!) <3
Albert as ghostface headcannons
- most of it would definitely be a jealousy thing, also just because he needed to.
- his career was very important to him and he did what he had to do to stay up there.
- he would definitely do anything for the people he loved, like Denis and Kaden, or his s/o.
- if anyone even tried to hurt them they would make sure to think about 1800 times. they knew it wasn't worth losing their life over.
- he would slowly climb in popularity and wouldn't let anyone get in his way.
- I also think that in his little skits he makes he would put tiny hints about his kills or motives, who was actually behind the mask, yk?
- he would find fun in that, but not make them really obvious enough.
- he smart, too smart.
- it scared the police while they tried to find him, but it would always lead to a dead end.
- if he was ever caught, he had a plan, a video to send out to the public, and backups to make sure his loved ones were safe.
- he never had a specific motive, it was always just for the fun, or different varying for individual victims.
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Rules
Hey guys, Wings (she/her or they/them) here!
The rules are basically going to be the same as my previous blogs, but if you’ve never met me here’s the rundown:
Important general rules:
I can be a very s l o w replier, and often have a tendency to drop threads. Because of some medical issues I get tired and worn-down easily. I also am a part-time student. First off, I’m very, very sorry. Please talk to me if I forget or drop something you really want to do.
Relating to the above, there are some nights where I only have the muse for certain threads, or even just memes or drabbles. Please respect that and don’t take offense that I’m not replying.
I’m painfully shy. While I refuse to use this as an excuse to avoid interacting with other people, just know that if I don’t talk to you or interact with you. This is something I'm working on improving on, but I'll admit it does help if I get hints of interest from you (even if it's just liking some of my other posts)
OOC will be tagged as ‘Out of History’’
IC =/= OOC; If one of my muses doesn’t like your muse please don’t assume that I don’t like you. Val can be a dick sometimes. Chances are I do, very much like you.
IMs/DMs can cause me a lot of anxiety. This doesn’t mean that you can’t send them, but please understand there are some days I just may not reply. It’s not anything you did, it just spares me some stress because otherwise I’ll hyperfocus on them and not get anything done, resulting in a sense of guilt. So please just respect that. Also please don’t IM me just because I’m online; chatting is one of the hardest things.
You may have noticed this is now a sideblog. I don't feel like I can handle blog-hopping right now, or know for certain if I'm going to be able to keep things up. If that dissuades you from interacting with me, that's perfectly understandable.
Interactions:
I do not follow back without at least a rules page, and preferably a rules and an about page. If you're new to rp and new help on where to start, I'd be happy to help.
I have the usual roleplay rules-no godmodding, ect. Usually I give a warning, but if I do please don’t take it lightly. If you aren’t sure, or you’re new to rp and keep seeing the word ‘godmod’ floating around without understanding, just come talk to me and we’ll figure things out.
I don’t have much experience with Pokémon Special, so this will primarily be a game-verse blog. That being said, I’m more than happy to do crossovers of any sort, including between fandoms. Just understand that I may not be well-versed in the world from which your character comes, so you may have to give me some details.
OCs, multi-muse blogs, gijinkas, and Pokémon are welcome. I’m not very picky about who I thread with, so long as you understand the italicized rule above.
I also rp with multiples of the same muse. I do not have a main verse.
Likewise, I will do one-liners, para, and multi-para threads, though I lean towards multi-para. Sometimes my replies will be short, so please forgive me. I’ll try to match your length. Don’t feel compelled to match mine if you can’t think of anything, but I’d appreciate a thoughtful reply that I can work with.
This is a multi-ship blog. Unless relationship conflict is discussed between all involved roleplayers and agreed upon, no muse is cheating on anyone.
I am all for having pre-established relationships. Come talk to me if you want to do that. We can also retcon a relationship if we’ve already started something.
I do not do greeters.
Most of the time I wing interactions, but I’d be happy to plot as well. Just remember that sometimes I take awhile to reply to asks.
Open to M!As, but I maintain the right to refuse any M!A or change the duration (including ending it early if need be)
While I don’t consider myself super strict on reblog karma, if I only ever see you reblogging memes from my blogs and never sending things, I will be disheartened and less inclined to interact with you. I’m working on gently reaching out to people if I see them doing this, and the majority of the time I reblog memes from a meme source if you can’t think of anything to send me personally.
However, if I've only ever seen you reblog memes from me (usually over a decent period of time because I'm slow to notice stuff), without interacting with me. you will be soft blocked.
Content:
The mun does not claim ownership of any art unless it’s tagged ‘Wings arts’.
Mun is of age, as are most of the muses, but it’s worth double-checking. Sexy fun times may occur on 18+ muses but are unlikely, and will be put under a read more. Other NSFW topics, like gore, may appear as well.
Similarly, triggers will be tagged, including gore. I tag ending with TW (ex: violence tw). Because I’m human I occasionally miss things, so don’t be afraid to message me if I have to go back and tag things. Please tell me if there’s anything you need me to tag for you, and I’m more than happy to do so.
I’d love to rp some Pokémon battles. However, instead of just jumping into a battle, I’d rather we either discuss the battle and outcome beforehand, or use a RNG to decide what attacks hit and such (I have a system I’ve used in the past that worked wonderfully, and would be happy to share it).
If at any point you want to ship, just let me know. I can’t promise that my muse will feel the same, but I’m willing to at least give it a try as long as there’s chemistry and you respect my other rules.
Please feel free to come talk to me OOC, even if we don’t thread. I’m a shy birdy, but I do enjoy meeting new people and making friends. Usually my ask box is the best way to reach me, but IMs/DMs are open, too.
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vampire hunter family tree? uh yeah, i sure hope it does
alright i won't lie i've started like 3 different projects while trying to avoid completing the family tree so for everyone's sake i'm just going to share it in it's current state + some info. feel free to ask about any of the characters on here. most of them are Dead, due to the Passage of Time, but i have at least one detail about pretty much everyone
context
vampire hunting in my vampire x prodigy wip is a family business, and a very old one. these families have a lot of money and dedicate their whole lives to this job, and get into a lot of drama and history with each other in the process. normies get into the business sometimes, but it's very uncommon, they usually end up contracting under one of these larger families.
the top banner is it in its current state, fully zoomed out. there are color markers, here's the key.
orange - current head of family
green - living family member
yellow - married in (usually keeps surname, unless they were from a non-hunting family)
purple - adopted into the family (usually constitutes a surname change)
red - disownment
now to zoom IN
this is going to be awful i just realized i cant actually crop things cleanly, bear with me
The Goldenblood Family
oh this is so unsatisfying. nice.
so the goldenbloods (which was a placeholder name at first but honestly its just kinda stuck, whoops) are the family one of the protagonists is from, and they're pretty unusual and a difficult topic in the vampire hunting scene since rumor has it, they rejected their humanity in order to be the strongest hunters. they have their own circle, and keep close working ties with the owens, arcenciel, wake, and fairhunt families.
few goldenblood tidbits:
iori is named after the fucker from king of fighters.
ibis nonbinary really likes birds.
devon is transphobic
yes this causes tension
aunt clara is Scary do NOT fuck with her
they're part of the "old families" that have been doing this since it became an occupation, but not the oldest
very wealthy even by hunter standards
The Theron Family
+ the darlings
the theron family is actually complete! they're also a fucking mess. full of bullshit and the source of a great deal of drama. they tend to run in most major hunter circles, but their ties lean hawthorn at the end of the day. especially since the darling family (a family that was founded by a theron member and has always been funded by them) has recently been able to marry in with the hawthorns. the theron family has domain over the sullivans, the farroes, ashdowns, and cardots.
theron facts:
homophobic
the current percy is cool though, he's doing his best
inheritance drama
beware of incest
in the middle of trying to pull some bullshit to one-up the winter family
two major disownments in their history, and one that they (think) is minor
the other families have a lot less planned out so im just gonna stick to showing these ones for now but yeah :D
i haven't worked on this wip for awhile but it's an old favorite. i got a little wild with the lore.
tagging @macabremoons since they were interested! sorry you have to read all this nonsense.
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Just dropping by with ugly sobbing to say thank u for following me n I have no idea why you’d wanna but IM FLATTERED bc I’m obsessed with the content you make 😭🫠 like live laugh love your in game content you provide bc holy fuck it’s so perfect I wanna sob- you capture the most alluring and the goofiest of things of ghost andandnandnsnjfjs IT MAKES MY HEART FLUTTER N MY WHOLE ASS LAUGH SOMETIMES- 😭💖 gnawing your content with love and affection. You’re a blessing mwah mwah 🥺 also absolutely sorry I’m a dumbass in the tags 💀💀💀💀💀
AAaa! i don't know where to start Q_Q Thank you SO much!
I see you poppin' up in my notifs for awhile now and i appreciate the support, you also seem kind and.. ARE YOU KIDDING!? I love your tags :D Keep 'em coming.
So.. a follow back is the least i can do (^▽^)
I'm soo glad you like my edits! The way you describe it makes me wanna keep going, thank you for noticing <3
Take care ❀
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Hello, I am here for the match up exchange of MHA and Kuroko’s basketball.
I am Aquarius born, ISTP personality, and I’m panromantic with a male lean, with any pronouns.
im 5’5, shoulder length blonde, pale ivory skin tone, Grunge aesthetic and Green/hazel eyes, I have been told by a few of my friends that I look like a middle age man who either only drinks coffee or whiskey.
I have trust issues, I tend to be stand off-ish to people and prefer to be alone in dark and quite places, though I am open and happy around people I feel like I can trust, I’m a bit chaotic and tend to get out of hand when it comes to things I am passionate about, and I like to have deep meaningful conversations with people.
I like most parts of nature, like flowers, bugs, animals, and the sounds, I listen too Grunge, emo, rock, metal, and punk bands, I do a lot of art, i enjoy drawing plants and my ocs, In my free time I do art, I read, write, and watch anime, some of my favourites are Death parade, demon slayer, and skate the infinity, I play a lot of video games, like Resident evil(I love anything horror and gory), splatoon, and legend of Zelda:Breath of the wild.
I hate jerks, bullies, people that are clingy and/or loud, I dislike red meats, I have Emetophobia and Trypanophobia, and I hate going out to public places like stores and restaurants for long perriods of type.
good luck, have a good day/night
It's been awhile since I've done a match up, so I apologize if it is not what you expected.
MHA
Aizawa Shota
You and Aizawa are a perfect match
You two mostly spend time in y'all's shared room, in the dark with at least two cats, While sharing airpods listening to music
Aizawa could listen to you speak about the things you love for hours on end, he loves your voice and he will always listen
He is not a big fan of anime but he does enjoy demon slayer and will watch it with you
If y'all decide to go to the store or any public place it is very, very fast.
He also loves watching you draw, it can be anything and he will sit and watch for hours
He makes sure that you are very far from any needle or anything sharp just in case
And he always has medicine on him for times when your not feeling well, or are something bad so you don trigger yourself
He's not big into horror games but he does find it amusing
When he cooks he always makes sure not to use any meat
Overall, he is a great partner and loves you unconditionally
KNB
Shoichi Imayoshi
Imayoshi is a sly fox, looking for it's prey, and that would be you.
Imayoshi knows you have trust issues so he makes sure to not over step your boundaries with his teasing and other things
Imayoshi like to do things in quite, such as yourself, so you and him spend most of your time in darker area's.
He will never admit it but he loves it when you start opening up and getting happier around him and rambling on and on about things your passionate about
I can see Imayoshi having the secret hobby of art, so in y'alls free time you draw and read while having small discussions along the way
If Imayoshi gets invited to play a game of street ball he'll drag you along just so he knows your safe, and he'll always keep you in his sight
Imayoshi lives for horror games or anything gory
Imayoshi is a bully and a jerk, he is trying to get better for you. He won't say it, but you mean everything to him
Imayoshi isn't a big social butterfly, and if he does go out in public he leaves you at home or keeps you by his side if you tag along
Imayoshi isn't one for nature, especially bugs 🤭. But he will go with you to draw the scenery
Imayoshi knows he is a very tough guy to be with but he trys his best for you
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