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nightmare-dreamt · 9 months

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Hi lovely, could I get a MHA matchup? Preferably a villain, but I'm not picky. <3

I’m a 22 year old female, and my pronouns are she/her/they/them. I’m 5’7, decently fit, I have grey eyes, and long auburn hair with an undercut. I have tattoos and plan to get more soon. My go to style is dark makeup and goth/punk clothing.

I love cats and could talk for hours about my beloved kitties. I'm a huge animal lover. I'm also very big into paranormal things and cryptids, just a huge horror lover in general. My hobbies include baking, drawing, photography, sewing, and taxidermy.

I’m very shy when I first meet people, but when I grow comfortable with others I'm very outgoing and sweet. I have a good sense of humor and love a good meme. I don't like people that are really loud, it gets very overwhelming for me and is just annoying. I'm really weird about people being in my personal space, unless they're extremely close in relationship with me. I cannot stand when others want to try my food/drink, and the thought of someone else mouth/germs being on something that I'll be eating/putting in my own mouth makes me want to scream.

Although I try to be optimistic, I do have a few medical issues that really take a toll on me; mainly my heart problems and anemia. I’m cold 24/7 no matter how warm it is and will steal all the blankets. When I’m having really bad flare ups I’m a mess and can’t get out of bed by myself due to the pain and discomfort. I try not to let it get the best of me but, when flare ups happen the best way to make myself feel better is to curl up under the blankets and watch movies all day with my cats.

Matchup for Wendigoxashes!

Boku No Hero Academia: Overhaul

At first he wouldn't be that fond of tattoos, but if you were to have a meaning behind them I think he would be understanding and would want to know more about them. After some time of seeing all of yours, he might even get one for himself, but it's going to be very small with a lot of meaning put into it.

Pets would be hard for him to have considering the type of quirk he was given, but if it's something that you really need then so be it. He won't want anything to do with it at first, but once the cat jumps onto his lap when he's working and lays down for a nap, he's whipped. He would be one of those cat fathers who denies it until someone sees his house and all of the furballs that are there.

He isn't fond of loud noises either and tends to avoid them. His work though, things tend to happen and if something becomes unbearable he has to step out and take a breather. One time, he had to leave and find you so he could have you comfort him from the noise.

He wasn't looking for a relationship till he met you at the store inside the cleaning isle looking for the same product he was. The two of you complained about the store never having it and then went for something different planning to report to the other one if it worked. Before either of you knew it, a relationship blossomed over a cleaning product, congrats.

#x reader #anime #anime x reader #headcanon #request #matchups #boku no hero academia #my hero acedamia #mha #bnha x self insert #bnha #overhaul #kai chisaki #overhaul x reader #overhaul x y/n #overhaul x you

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crystallinearts · 7 months

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Hey.... Are you ok?

yes, I'm ok!! been quiet so I apologize, but I've been seeing all the messages in my inbox aaaaah <3

I'm focused on another couple blogs right now as well as getting all my shit together to do NaNo this year and my part-time job leaving me tired... and crocheting hats for my coworkers XD

thank you for reaching out, it feels good knowing people still care to check on me! I'm doing good, just have been busy and sleeby <3

#answered #Bellum babbles #I went shopping with my mama yesterday and bought SO much yarn #also liberated an Overhaul plushie and some MHA decals from some bins at the hobby store so Dabi and Tomura are chillin on my phone now #I have a lot of stuff recorded and ready to edit there's just been other stuff taking my focus lol #funny enough I've been doing shorter audios on my Kuro blog just because I have several requests for em #and some audios on my kinky blog bc...... well bc I'm a hoe haha #I started to edit the Freminet one I recorded so maybe I'll get that out soon!! <3 #thank you for checking on me I really appreciate it <3 <3 <3

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dorkofclanlavellan · 7 months

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So You Wanna Be Shipped?

My guidelines for ships. I'm overhauling my system to prevent burnout.

How To Get Shipped

Must be following me. (I will not be taking anon ship requests. Sorry but I'm not going to deal with people re-requesting on anon)

Meet the requirements of each tier (see below) OR you could do a ship for me first (the tier I write for you depends on how much work/detail you do for me) OR cashapp me $5 and you'll get a Platinum Tier.

See below for what information I need in your request.

What You Get

Bronze Tier (Follow + reblog 1 post with comments)

A character I ship you with from up to 3 fandoms

Silver Tier (Follow + reblog 5 posts with comments)

Ship for up to 3 fandoms

Reasons why I shipped you with them

Who is your best friend

Gold Tier (Follow + reblog 10 posts with comments)

Ship for up to 3 fandoms

Reasons why I shipped you with them

Who is your best friend?

Headcanons on your relationship

Platinum Tier (Follow + reblog 15 pots with comments)

Ship for up to 3 fandoms

Reasons why I shipped you with them

Who is your best friend?

Tropes

Headcanons on your relationship

A special addition for each fandom (ex; if one of your fandoms is Marvel, I'll tell you what your superpower is)

Information Needed In Your Request

Fandom(s) - check my pinned post for what fandoms I write for

Pronouns

If you have a preferred gender to be shipped with

As much information on your personality as possible (just please avoid word walls, start a new paragraph or do bullet points so I can get through it easier <3 )

Anything you think is relevant but note I don't really use appearances in shipping.

#ships #ship requests open #ship requests overhauled #matchups #matchup requests

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lunardust-icons · 1 year

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Kai Chisaki (Overhaul) - My hero academia

Request - anon

Icon count - 95

Icon size - 100x100

Drive link

#My hero academia icons #Kai chisaki Icons #Overhaul icons #Overhaul My hero academia icons #Kai Chisaki my hero academia icons #Requested icons #Icons

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shouta-edits · 1 year

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"Can I get a userbox that says: "This user ships Izuku x Eri x Overhaul?"" - anon requested

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tighnari-heaven · 2 years

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Overhaul (BNHA) moodboard... 💉

#moodboard #proship safe #bnha #boku no hero academia #overhaul #kai chisaki #request! 🔍

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itsohh · 1 year

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since my writings slowed a lot the last month or so I’ve decided to make a small page just so people know if I’ve gotten / accepted a requested

this page can be found here

#itsohh rambles #I'm doing a small overhaul over my page #and my blog theme #I need to update my rules too but that means screwing with the format of the pictures in photoshop #cries in didn't future proof #I work on request in order of recived #...normally

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scribs-dibs · 1 month

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i miiiight revamp this blog a little bit. maybe. hm

#i might open rqs again. just because the other ones have been sitting fhere fore sooo long but bc im not really interested in them anymore #it's kinda just been making me dread writing x reader stuff and i dont want that!!!!!#i might overhaul this weekend=w=)#sorry to the people who requested oops #☆.chatter

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stfu-im-thinking-abt-blorbo · 1 year

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Ughhh too depressed to draw, no inspiration to edit, and need to take a break from writing.

#me: i wanna update the theme to my editing blog now and do a big overhaul of it!!#also me: dies at the thought of doing something thatll take more than 2 seconds #maybe ill request a layout or something from another editor

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lightpudding · 1 year

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Tired/sleepy as a prompt for the requests!

God I LOVE you Sztefa!!!!!

Thank you!!!!!!

Long, lazy mornings

#bnha #mha #overhaul #chisaki kai #request #anime #manga #fanart #my hero acadamy #boku no hero

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sashasspace · 3 months

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20+ mods essential to throwing the almost perfect party!

This was highly requested and I'm so happy to share these mods with you! Gameplay tips are on the way ♥

Custom Events 1. KiaraSims 2. Ilkavelle 3. Rex x Britanny 4. Come Celebrate Food 1. The Catering & co. by Qmbibi 2. Banquet tuning by Bienchen 3. Buyable Cake by @ravasheencc

Little Miss Sam 1. Auto Employee 2. Small Invite Overhaul 3. Where are you

Bienchen 1. Party invite any played sim 2. Paired dancing tweak 3. Paired highschool dancing tweak 4. Conversation Tweak RVSN 1. Kiss of Fresh 2. A-Bouquet 3. Take a dance on me 4. Side FX Small Mods 1. Steady Seat by Amellce 2. Dance Override* by Steven Studios 3. No cooldown for celebration Cannons by @imtashamonet

Weerbesu 1. Longer Parties & More Guests 2. Faster Sim Spawning

Xtra 10 mods I didn't mention in the video (It's bc I'm still experimenting with some of these mods to see if it works) More icons for clubs by Zerbu More icons for holidays by LMS More holiday traditions by KiaraSims No fire by Aramiteus Dress code by @littlemssam Party Anywhere by weerbesu Functional Drinks by @somik-severinka More spa day drinks by LMS Serve drinks on table by Zero Gala style plating by @somik-severinka Paper Plate Setting by @surely-sims *aesterik means paywalled

Thank you to all the mod creators for these amazing mods ♥

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after-witch · 2 months

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No Strings to Secure You [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

Title: No Strings to Secure You [Yandere Overhaul x Reader]

Synopsis: You push too far and get sent to a white room with white walls.

Word count: 2000ish

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, food deprivation, chastisement, abusive behavior

The push and pull of captivity is not something you could have prepared yourself for, really. Could anyone?

There’s the pull, that intoxicating desire to behave for him. To do what he says, to act how he wants, to make things easier on yourself and him in not-so-equal measure.

There’s the push. That feeling you’ve buried deep inside you but can never fully wash away. The need to get away, to never give in, to pound against the walls and scream and tell him to shove his stupid rules up his ass.

No matter how many times you pushed, it never seemed to get you anywhere.

But the pull? When you followed the pull, it was a different story. He becomes softer. Kinder. More prone to agree to your requests, like asking for new books, or a warmer blanket, or a stuffed animal similar to the childhood one you’ll probably never see again.

That’s where you are now, you think; deep inside the pull. Yet there’s no telling when that push will come rearing its ugly, primal head back into your life.

“It’s not smut,” you insist, soft voice raising just a little. You keep your head down out of stubborness or embarrassment, you’re not entirely sure which.

“It is.” There’s no question or argument in his tone. “There are plenty of other books that are more appropriate, angel.”

“But…” You know what you should do here. You should agree, thank him, and tell him the name of a different book to procure. It would be sensible. It would be what he wants. And maybe that last part is what edges you away from it. “But you said I could ask for any book I like. And I like that book series.”

“I’ll find you a different book,” he tells you. “One that is more suitable.”

Stubborn, stuffy breath comes out through your nose. “I want that book.”

“No,” he says simply. You should let it go. You should.

“That’s not fair.” You lick your lips. You feel pressure starting to build inside your chest. Familiar pressure, a push. “It’s a book. You’re being--you’re being ridiculous.”

“Apologize.” It’s not a request.

Push or pull? You can make a choice here. Or maybe you can’t, and that’s the worst part of it all. All of your choices are made for you, whether by Overhaul or your own damaged psyche.

“No.”

You cross your arms.

“Apologize,” he repeats, more firmly. And, oh, you should.

“No!” Louder, now. You stand up and your fingers shake as you grip the edge of the sterile hospital-style tray he serves breakfast, lunch and dinner on. The food is just as appealing--which is to say, it is often not: mostly overcooked vegetables, bland proteins, plain white rice.

You asked him, before, if you could have something different. Like the food you used to eat. He said no, even when you compromised, asked not for a whole meal, but just a little treat. He still said no.

And now you’re the one saying no again, and it feels right, it feels fair.

“I’ll ask you one more time.” The patience has left his tone almost entirely. You know this. “Apologize or there will be consequences.”

Your breath comes in heaving. It leaves in a huff, spit flying, as you grab the tray of food and throw it as hard as you can across the room.

It clatters and food splatters and your ears ring from the sound and the hot, heavy pressure in the air.

Overhaul’s chair screeches as he stands up.

Tightness chokes your throat and you swallow. You should do what he says, you should. But it’s not fair. It’s not right.

You force yourself to look up at him, and oh. He’s furious. Livid. There’s something sharp in his voice as he spits out the words:

“I warned you.”

The hallway you’re walking down is completely unfamiliar. You didn’t even know it existed, yet here it is: connected to Overhaul’s bedroom through a plain door hidden inside of a bookcase.

He stops in front of a door with a glass window towards the top and opens it with a key, and there’s nowhere to run when he silently commands you inside with a gesture.

The room is small--white floors, white walls. Narrow overhead lights. There is a mattress on the floor with no sheets at all. A metal toilet and a metal sink. Your eyes scan the room for something, anything else; but it’s just walls. There isn’t even a light switch.

You turn, eyes wide, heart feeling like it wants to leap out your throat.

Before you can speak, Overhaul takes a step backward and fills the doorway.

“You’ll be staying here for the foreseeable future. II thought you were past such untoward behavior. It seems not. We’ll see if your behavior improves and revisit your… living arrangements then.”

Part of you wants to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness. The other part of you prevails, staying stubbornly silent, refusing to give him what you think he wants: pitiful tears and apologies.

After a moment, he steps back and shuts the door. You can see him through the little glass window, which slides open before he speaks. “When I feel you are ready to apologize and mean it, you can come out.”

The glass window shuts.

The overhead lights flicker on.

You plop down on the mattress and hug your knees to your chest. It’s… a relief, isn’t it? To be away from him? At least when you’re here, you won’t be subject to his stupid rules.

This suits you just fine, then.

You say so, even, to the white walls.

They don’t answer.

There’s a hinged slot on the bottom of the door, and your first meal--it must be dinnertime--is silently slid through. There’s a glass of water, a cup of your vitamins and pills that you hate to take but always have before, under Overhaul’s watchful eye. There’s some sort of mush-looking porridge that is a step down from even the overcooked vegetables you usually get.

You drink the water, and taste the mush. It’s impossibly bland, and you decide not to bother with it; you’ll wait for breakfast, which always has vegetables. The vitamins remain untouched.

Nothing is said when the tray is taken. Not that you expected it.

When the lights go out later, you’re startled at first--you were standing up looking for cracks or tiles or anything to count. Quickly, you feel your way back to the mattress and curl up. For the first time, you miss your bedroom--just a little. You miss the comfortable warm blanket, and your stuffed animals.

Sleep comes fitfully, with the loss of routine.

In the morning, the lights come back on with a loud buzz and a breakfast tray is pushed through the bottom of the door.

A glass of water. A cup of pills. A bowl of mush.

You drink the water. You force down half the mush because your stomach is growling, although the texture is so awful that you gag a little. Again, you refuse the vitamins, leaving them there for the tray to be taken away.

Boredom sets in quickly. Normally, you’d be reading a book. Or doodling on some paper. You think about the books, running some of the stories through your head; but it’s different than reading the words on the page.

Lunch comes.

A glass of water. A cup of pills. And a bowl of--what else, apparently: mush. You leave the pills untouched. Fuck him, and his pills and his rules and his stupid room.

Dinner comes--at least you think it’s been a few hours--but the tray does not.

You pound on the door.

“Don’t I get dinner?”

Nobody answers. Is there anyone who can even hear you? The hallway was empty, before.

Your stomach growls until you fall asleep.

The morning comes, and you practically skid your knees sliding over to the tray when you hear it being slid through the door.

A glass of water. A cup of pills. And… nothing else. No mush. No veggies. Your stomach complains, but you have nothing to answer it with. So you gulp down the water and leave the damned pills, and go back to your mattress and try not to cry.

Lunch is the same. Water. Pills. No food. You refuse to take the pills.

This time, you can’t avoid the tears.

When your dinner tray comes with nothing but water and a cup of all-too-familiar pills, you pound on the door.

“This is fucked up! You can’t starve me! You can’t--”

The lights go off without warning.

How long do they stay out? You fall asleep eventually, wishing you had something to cling to--a pillow, a stuffed bear--but you’re stuck here in this unfamiliar room in the unfamiliar dark.

The lights aren’t on when you wake up. You start to imagine things in the dark. Not monsters, but patterns. Little swirls of rainbow lights, like the kind you sometimes saw as a kid.

When the lights do mercifully turn on, your breakfast tray is pushed through. A glass of water, a cup of pills. You miss the mush.

Hours pass slowly, stretched with nothing but your thoughts and hunger.

Your stomach growling punctuates the boredom, but not by much. You’re even missing the bland food Overhaul served you before; vegetables and plain rice seem like a dream. Grilled chicken, steamed fish--heaven.

It must be days that you don’t eat. It must be.

You can’t hold out forever. Who can? The room is starting to drive you a little mad, you think. Nothing to do. Nothing to see. No one to talk to…

Finally, one morning, when the tray comes through, you swallow down the pills. The tray is taken away without comment, and the hours until lunch seem more endlessly than usual.

You’ve taken to picking at a loose thread you plucked out of the mattress during the long hours of the day. It’s something to do, at least. Not that it helps much.

When the tray comes through in the afternoon, there is a bowl of mush there. It takes you a few moments to register it; when you do, you don’t hesitate to dig in, eagerly swallowing the warm, bland oatmeal-like bowl with a gusto that would have been ridiculous a few days ago.

Your fingers hesitate at the cup of pills, but you never want to be this hungry again, so you take them.

“Overhaul?” You ask, when the door opens for your tray to be removed. “I-I’m sorry I acted out, I’m ready to come out now.”

You did what he wanted, didn’t you? Took your pills. Apologized. Surely he would forgive you now.

But no one answers.

Eventually it becomes its own routine, really, although it’s nothing as luxurious as your old one. You miss that routine--the nice, clean clothes picked out for you every morning; the fresh food every meal; the books, the drawing, the little things in your room. You even miss the conversations.

You ought to have appreciated the things he gave you. That’s what you realize over the days, sitting on the mattress, picking endlessly at the thread until your fingers bleed a little.

You ought to have appreciated his presence, really. The way he let you ramble on about the books he gave you, the way he complimented your drawings.

Was it worth it? You think one evening, waiting for the lights to turn off. It was just a book. You could have had others. Maybe it was too dirty, maybe it was a bad book, to cause all this trouble.

Maybe he was right.

You don’t know when it happens, but the door does open.

The light that comes in is so harsh that you cover your eyes for what must be minutes. Then there are gloved hands on your wrists, pulling you up and off the mattress on unsteady legs.

He doesn’t stop pulling until you’re out of the room, and the cool air of the hallway is both welcoming and dizzying in equal measures.

“I--I can come out now?” You ask, still squeezing your eyes shut, blinking rapidly as you try to get them used to the light.

“Yes.”

It’s the most beautiful word you’ve heard in ages. Well. The only word you’ve heard in ages.

He leads you back down the hall, back through his bedroom, and if it weren’t for his grip on your wrist, you would’ve leapt clear across the room and flopped on your bed like a child.

Instead of letting go, he leads you to your en-suite bathroom.

Ah. You hadn’t properly washed in um, a while. The occasional attempts to clean yourself with your hands using the sink next to the toilet notwithstanding.

“Go on,” he says. His voice is mild, testing.

You scamper into the bathroom without complaint. It’s familiar and lovely and you missed every bit of it.

There’s a set of fresh, clean clothes laid out on the counter. Your favorite soap and shampoo set in the shower. You wash yourself three times, until the water is clear and your skin is almost raw from scrubbing clean.

You dry yourself and dress yourself and stand in the doorway, head down, waiting for him to tell you what to do now. You don’t want him to get mad--you don’t want to go back in that room.

After a few moments, Overhaul speaks.

“Come here.”

Your heart flutters. Will he yell at you? Tell you that this was just so you could get clean, and lead you back?

But you should do as he says. And you do, legs trembling, glance unable to meet his gaze. Instead you look at the walls, covered with your own drawings, plus a few pretty prints he gifted you. You look at your bed, and its comfortable floral blanket, and the stuffed rabbit sitting on your pillow. Just where you left it before--before the room.

His gloved hand grips your chin and turns it towards him.

“Eyes on me,” he says, so you listen. He tilts your chin up, making it even harder to look away. Not that you would--you want to listen.

“What did you learn?” His voice is soft but there’s an underlying firmness to it. A firmness that you want to walk on--it’s like solid ground after so much uncertainty.

“That…” Your voice is still hoarse and you swallow, coughing. “That you know what’s best?”

He might be smiling behind the mask. You can’t tell.

“That I know what’s best about what?”

You don’t dare look away from him. But your fingers find the soft fabric of your fresh, clean dress. It’s one of your favorites--did he pick it out on purpose? Guilt begins to roil in your stomach alongside anxiety.

You think over the words before you answer. “About… what’s best for me.”

He doesn’t stop there. “In what way?”

“In-in… I mean… in everything?”

You think he likes it--that you stammer over your words. He hums, and it sounds like pleasure.

He lets your chin go and peels off the glove, dropping it in the trashcan before he snaps on a fresh one.

“Very good.”

The breakfast tray is steaming hot with steamed vegetables, white rice, eggs. A cup of pills in the corner, waiting for you to swallow them down. The eggs are overcooked but they might as well be caviar from the way you begin to eat them without complaint, humming, feeling grateful that you’ve got a good meal in you.

Were you ever really someone who argued with him? Someone who felt pulled to rebel, to complain, to feel that the treatment you received here was anything less than gracious?

Whoever that someone was, they need to be gone; they must be. That person can stay behind in the white room, for all you care.

After you finish your food, you swallow down your pills, one by one, as Overhaul watches.

Maybe in a few days, when you’re sure that he’s not mad, you’ll ask him for a new book. This time, you’ll let him pick the title.

He knows best, after all.

#yandere overhaul #yandere chisaki kai #yandere bnha #yandere mha #yandere #afterwitch writes

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 4 months

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Hi! I really like your writing, and I was wondering if I could request a Yandere!Platonic 1st Years (+Grim) with an Eri!Reader?

How would they feel learning of her abused, trauma, and her unfamiliarity with general society and social norms? (Who’s looking murderous when they see just the scars littered around her arms and legs when her bandages are removed?)

Though it’s a whole different story when she says she sees her power as nothing but a ‘curse’, and her existence a ‘burden’ that only makes others suffer? All because of the man named ‘Overhaul’, the one who did this so her? (Who’s about to go feral when she admits she doesn’t remember how to smile?)

But she starts to become more positive thanks to Grim and slowly the others (She likes Grim and is very sparkly eyed because he talks, breaths fire and thinks he’s amazing)

Imagine when she says she made a friend all on her very own who’s ‘like her’, though they lightly chastise her that she shouldn’t talk with strangers (It’s Malleus, they’re both lonely, have horns she has 1, while Malleus has 2, have an incredible power that’s very dangerous, and they’re unfamiliar/slow with society)

Eri Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

You’ve been through so much….so you’ve been told. The pain, the heartbreak, the constant voice in your head that has guilt weighing on your little heart. Your transportation to Twisted Wonderland couldn’t come at a better time. They’re going to welcome you cage you to this new world more than willing to spoil you to your hearts content:

Grim

“Oi oi servant they all think we’re monsters!”

“...yeah?”

“Yeah! So we gotta show them we’re gonna be the greatest mages in here!”

“Oh….okay!”

He’s the perfect chaotic companion

He teaches you to allow yourself to do what you want

Granted his guidance isn’t all knowing

No matter how tasty Heartslabyul’s tarts are you shouldn’t eat them everytime you visit — especially without permission

Either way you’re learning to forgive yourself and allow you to have fun

And leave it to Grim to say whatever snarky thing you’d like to say when your big-brothers get in the way

“Nyeh! You won’t be able to do anything against my flames, nyah!”

Ace Trappola

“Hey if I catch you moping about that plague doctor guy, I’ll sock ya in the head!”

“Ace?!”

“I-i-i won’t!”

In a weird way you’re so used to being bullied (by kai) that you tend to take his bully-affection to heart

You know he cares, he just won’t tell you often

He reminds you of a certain blonde…

It also makes you more privy to his very willing desire to steamroll over anyone he deems a problem for you

“I think he meant that as a joke, Ace…”

“Joke schmoke, I warned you, you stain! I’m putting you in the medical wing.”

“Ace, please!”

Deuce Spade

“(Y/n), did you eat today? Are you feeling well? Do you need me to carry you!”

Mother hen of the group

He’s hovering close behind even when you don’t see him

Always making sure you’re safe and happy as can be

He’s teeming with anxiety if he’s not watching you himself

Even worse if you get hurt accidentally or on purpose

Now he’s Mama bear totally bearing the claws to protect you

He’s not going to leave you to defend yourself

Especially when your abilities hinge on your mental state

He’s trying his best

“Are you doing the breathing techniques Crewel recommended? Where’s your paper bag?”

Jack Howl

“Hello little one.”

“Hi.”

“Would you…like to sit on my shoulders?”

“Yes!”

Your #1 guard dog

Doesn’t have to worry considering Deuce is freaking out for him

He’ll be the sane voice of reason because Ace isn’t anywhere close to reliable in his eyes

Naturally he entrances you with his tail and overall dog-like personality

But don’t forget he’s got the bite force of a wolf that he’s not afraid to use if he deems fit

“Pup, don’t stop yourself from having fun or being…young. I–we will keep you safe.”

Epel Felmier

“You’re so pretty.”

“...Thanks.”

You’re the only one who can get away with calling him that

And he loves nothing more than escaping Vil to find out what other sweet makes you smile sweetly

He’s also one of the first to join Ace as part of the self-proclaimed protection committee

He’s also one of the first to suggest taking it further than a mere beatdown

Anything for his new little sibling

“If there’s no body…there’ll be no problems.”

Sebek Zigvolt

“TINY HORNED HUMAN! WHERE IS YOUR DIASOMNIA PIN!”

“Uhm…Ace took it from me…said it was unfair.”

“THAT FOOL. COME CHILD I SHALL BESTOW UPON YOU THE PIN AGAIN.”

Is definitely apart of a brainwash committee of his own and is insistent you become Diasomnia’s new mascot…under Malleus of course

His loudness sometimes scares you off but he means well

And will no doubt join the others if a few heads need to roll

“Rest easy, child. On my watch, no one will harm you.”

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