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ellitx · 2 months

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Entrapment | Alastor x Reader

Okay, hear me out. Alastor being a darling husband he is with his darling wifey is cute and all, but what about a darling wanting to escape from Alastor himself?

word count: 2.3k

warnings: alastor is enough to be a warning already, depictions of blood and gore, toxic and unhealthy dynamic

When you were still alive, he always had his eyes on you and controlled you like his little puppet. You hated it, you hated being commanded and controlled for every little thing you did and if you even dared run away from him, he’d always manage to find you. You hate every atomic part of his existence so much that you’d be willing to kill yourself just so you could escape and get that taste of freedom.

But you can’t and he won’t let you.

Alastor would never allow the tip of the knife nor even a simple piece of office equipment reach your hands. And if someone has the audacity to touch his play toy, it’s time to say goodbye.

You know he’s a malicious murderer, and he knows that you know about it. If you’re feeling brave enough to tell it to the police then go ahead, because by the time you report this to them and leave the station, the next day you find yourself throwing up yesterday’s dinner upon hearing the cops were all dead.

No one will ever believe you that the infamous radio host of your city is a murderer. For a puny citizen like you, what power do you hold to convince everyone? They’ll laugh it off and say you’re crazy.

But it’s crazier how they are all deceived by the facade he puts on. His knife plunged into the chest of your coworker, their blood spluttering on his cheek.

Alastor’s wide smile was strained and wicked, the image of the blood dripping from your head and lips when he entered the broadcasting booth was as clear as his collection of polished knives.

The audacity to lay a hand on you and push you down the stairs. Do they have the right to push you off? Of course not! He’s the only one who could torment you until you break!

He’s the only one who could tarnish your being and leave a wounded mark on your soul and heart, a reminder for you there’s no one but himself who could make you so powerless and helpless.

Do they have the right to make you so confused? To put all the blame on you, as if you were the worst person in the world? To try their best to tear you apart piece by piece? Because, after all, it’s always the fault of someone else, right? The audacity to hurt you more than any human has ever hurt another human being before… The nerve to be sure you will never find true happiness again because you're now scarred for life.

He thrust the blade again, the rains of scarlet droplets continued to pour until his face and glasses were doused.

But he didn’t let it hinder him from making sure they were as good as dead. He lifted his head and took a glimpse at the sky above. It was gloomy, gray, and dark. Not much sunshine.

Alastor smiled, stabbing the knife at the corpse's chest before wiping off his glasses with his clean napkin. Then an idea clicked onto him.

It's the perfect time to give you a little visit.

He laughed under his breath and stood up straight.

He knew his outfit was not in good condition, but oh well... Perhaps, he’d instead leave a gift for you on your porch. Oh, how he wished he could make an unexpected appearance, just to witness the shock and horror on your face as Alastor comes to the hospital drenched in a coat of glistening crimson.

The anticipation of your reaction fueled his excitement, the more he thought about it, the bigger his grin became. If this would truly happen, it will surely be a sight to behold.

Still fragile from your time in the hospital, you stepped through the threshold of your home.

You missed the sight of its familiar structure, the only space you feel safe and protected, away from Alastor and your colleagues.

A sense of relief washed over you. The familiar sights and comforting aura of your own space enveloped you like a warm embrace. But something was different, something unexpected awaited you.

There on the polished surface of your entryway sat an elegantly wrapped box, its rich paper adorned with intricate patterns and tied with a luxurious ribbon. Your fingers traced the smooth edges of the packaging and you checked for any signs who sent it. Alas, no name was found.

Who could have left this for you? And why now, upon your return from the hospital?

You had a bad feeling about it.

As you carefully untied the ribbon and peeled back the layers of paper, you stared wide-eyed at the contents hidden within.

Severed limbs, skin deathly pale and stiff.

Your stomach turned violently and you threw the box away from you, the gift spilling across the floor.

"Oh god, oh my god, what the fuck?!"

You were shaking. What was this? Was this a threat? A sick joke? Your heart thudded heavily in your chest, each beat pounding like thunder. You took a step back and stumbled, falling hard to the floor.

It didn't stop there.

Wounds inflicted on every part of your body, the scars on you began to open, rendering the healing done by doctors and nurses useless.

Wounds made by knives, claws, scissors, guns. Every imaginable instrument of torture. You cried out loud. Your voice pierced the quiet of the night, disturbing the tranquility of the neighborhood.

It was a perpetual and horrid nightmare. Just closing your eyes for even a millisecond, the image of his wide creepy smile flashed before you. You could hear his dark cackles, enjoying the sight of your vulnerable form as he tormented you in and out of your work.

“Run as far as you want, dear. In the end, I’ll always be ahead of you.”

The worst part was not knowing when he would strike next. He could appear anywhere at any time.

And it was all because of his sick game.

You didn't know what to do anymore. How long did you have to keep running from him? How many more days did you have to hide from the world? You were so tired of this, tired of having to live in fear of the monster that hunted you.

But God had finally heard your pleas and granted the wish you’ve been wanting for so long. So when the news came to you that the notorious radio host was dead, relief and happiness flooded every vein in your body.

You rejoiced, celebrating the death of the one who had terrorized you for a long time.

The nightmare was finally over.

The radio station was sullen by the news of their popular host, but you didn’t care. Your work became more efficient. You didn’t feel the need to be so wary and anxious by every move you made in the station. You have finally gained your freedom and the chain that was tied to him has shattered.

This was the best thing you could ever ask for.

Even on your deathbed, it was the best dream. Years without Alastor torturing and tormenting you was bliss. A man’s greatest wealth of freedom.

But then, the dream quickly turned into a nightmare, for it was never over. The demon who you thought was dead rose once again. It was only then you realized that he was never human in the first place. He was a monster.

And now, it was you who were caught in his web.

"My, what a wonderful reunion. Did you miss me, darling?”

The demon before you was mysterious.

Unfamiliar.

But his aura and voice screamed for you, the alarms in your body ringing, to run away from him as far as you possibly can.

The wide smile plastered on his face was all too familiar. Too familiar to be hated in the living and the dead. You’d be a fool if you didn’t recognize it.

You knew who he was. You just kept on denying what was the truth, brushing all the facts laid before you beneath the rag, and keeping your pretty little head away from the politics of Hell.

A demon who is powerful, dangerous, and cruel.

A demon who was feared by the other demons in Hell. A demon who is not to be messed with.

Alastor. The Radio Demon.

It was a miracle, or rather a curse, that you were brought back to life. But now you are a prisoner to this Hell. Trapped inside an inescapable cage with a dangerous beast, you could only hope that your second death would come quickly and peacefully.

But it seemed that fate was not on your side, and Alastor was the ever cruel demon. He did not scar you easily and instead prolonged your suffering, making your life a living torture.

Beads of sweat rolled from your temple. Your hands began to tremble and you felt yourself slowly succumbing to your fear. You had nowhere to go, nowhere to hide.

You were cornered, trapped.

Alastor had you where he wanted.

You watched him closely, eyes locked on him and every single movement. If he did something, you would see it.

"Are you frightened, dear?" he asked. His eyes met yours and he smiled. "There is no need to be afraid."

"Stay back! Don't touch me!" you shouted at him. The corners of his lips curled up, his smile turning sinister.

"Now, now, let's not act too hastily."

His gloved hand reached out and caressed your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. His red eyes bore into your soul, burning with hunger.

You couldn't bear to look at him. You didn't want him touching you.

"Don't," you whimpered.

"Don't be afraid. You have no reason to be afraid."

Rivers of tears streamed down your cheeks as the fear overwhelmed you. You didn't want him touching you. This man... He was the same one who hurt you, who ruined you.

"Why? Why are you doing this? Why are you here?"

The smile on his face grew wider.

"Do I need a reason? It’s obvious why we’re here," he replied, cocking his head to the side, eyes piercing through your eyes and consuming every little bit of your reactions in his head.

You gulped and stepped back, trying to create some distance between you and him.

"What are you going to do with me?"

He chuckled. "What a silly question! Would a little reacquaintance hurt?"

Reacquaintance? He was talking like this was a casual meeting. Like you were old friends reuniting. But this was the man who hurt you.

"What's the meaning of this?” You sobbed, shaking your head.

Alastor laughed loudly, his grin never faltering, and it makes you sick he finds everything amusing. An entertainment for his delight.

"You never fail to amuse me, dear. Aren’t you the one who killed me?” His antlers grew, his pupils changed to radio dials and his shadow stretched out of him, becoming more demonic in appearance.

You trembled. Your heart beat faster, your legs felt weak, and your mouth was dry.

"I... I…."

He stepped closer, and you stepped back.

Nothing came out of your lips. The words you wanted to say were stuck in your throat. You didn't want to look him in the eyes but his gaze held your chin up high, forcing you to face him. He smiled, and his eyes turned back to normal.

The knees that kept you upright gave in, unable to stabilize you any longer as your body slumped onto the rough pavement.

"Oh, darling," he sighed, the radio static in his voice disappeared as he crouched down.

Your gaze remained fixed on the ground, avoiding any chance encounter with Alastor's piercing stare. Instead, your eyes trailed to his cane, a silent witness to the tense atmosphere between you.

You dared not meet those fiery red optics that seemed to delve into the depths of your very being, dissecting every nuance of your expression. Fingers clenched tightly, you seek some form of solace in the texture of the barren earth beneath you, as though it could take you amidst the storm brewing within.

Alastor took your chin between his fingers and delighted your vulnerable form. Your eyes were bloodshot and puffy and cheeks stained with tears.

"Fate has intertwined us together, dear. Run from me, I’ll always find you."

You didn't know what was more cruel—being brought to hell when you only wished for peace or being toyed around with him after death.

The nightmare you once thought had finally ceased returned to resume its cycle in the afterlife.

"I'll never get away from you..." You said, voice low and wavering. All hope was lost and so was your faith to continue living in this fiery pit of Hell.

"That's right. Good girl," He patted your head, taking a few strands of your hair and twirling it between his fingers. You fought the impulse to recoil, suppressing the urge to swat his hand away.

The consequence of such defiance weighed heavily on your mind; after all, provoking one of hell's overlords was a gamble you weren't willing to take. So you held your ground, masking your inner turmoil beneath a facade of obedience, unsure of what consequences awaited should you dare to challenge the infernal authority before you.

In the dim light, his hand tenderly brushed away the tear tracing its path down your cheek. But as your eyes met his, a glint of something primal flickered in the darkness, casting an eerie glow upon his sharp, yellowed teeth.

Upon the moonlight, his crimson irises blazed like embers, drawing you into their hypnotic depths with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

"But fear not, darling. I can promise you a good time. And now that I found you again, we can pick up from where we left off. It will be just like old times."

#hmm i love me toxic dynamic pairings #im quite surprised most of the fics i found were wholesome #which i admit are very cute #but the toxicity of alastor tormenting his darling??#mwah chefs kiss #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #yandere alastor x reader #yandere hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel alastor #elliwrites

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neonghostlights · 3 months

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Chapter Seven: An Eventful Trip

Summary: Your dull life gets flipped upside down when a stranger crash lands on your farm. When the mystery of what he is unravels, he takes you and your heart for a ride that is out of this world.

Warnings: Cussing, this series is 18+ only

Wordcount: 1.2k

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One month later

You stood under the flow from the shower head, letting it soak your skin.

You had gotten used to taking lukewarm showers every morning instead of your preferred scalding hot ones. Eddie couldn’t handle the temperature when it was too high.

But he also couldn’t handle showering without you. He knew how to work the shower, knew what every bottle was for but he still insisted you got into the shower with him to show him.

You didn’t mind.

It was your favorite part of the day, you thought as you wrapped your arms around his lanky body and pressed your face into his chest. His long wet hair cemented to your skin but you didn’t mind.

Eddie caressed your arm, smelling like the new soap you had bought him at the store, like a clean man but also with the scent that you knew as Eddie and it made you want to nuzzle your face into him further.

He whispered something into your ear in his language and it sent goosebumps down your body. You pressed into him further.

It had been a month and you still didn’t understand his language, but he was picking up a few words in English.

After your shower you dried off together and you got dressed for the day. You had already done all the work that needed to be done, all was left for you was having to run into town.

You slipped into your jeans and threw on a t-shirt.

“Beautiful,” Eddie said to you now that his translator was in, a long arm wrapped around your waist.

He could barely keep his hands off of you.

“I have to go to the store,” you said softly as you kissed his jaw.

“Take me with you,” he begged.

He had been asking this a lot lately, not being left alone anytime you had to go somewhere. You felt bad leaving him on the farm but it wasn’t safe for him.

“Eddie, we can’t risk it,” you explained, stepping away from him to put on your socks.

He made a sound like a groan as he followed you and sat beside you on the bed.

“I can wait in the truck,” he begged, making his already large eyes comically larger as he pouted at you.

You sighed, thinking of how it might work. He hadn’t seen much of your world except for the farm and what he had seen on the TV.

“Please,” he added, running a thumb across your cheek.

You sighed. This was probably a bad idea.

“You have to keep your hoodie on and stay in the truck,” you said sternly.

He smiled wide.

“I am so excited to see more of your world.”

The trip to the grocery store was uneventful.

Eddie stayed true to his word. He stayed in the car, watching people as they walked in and out of the store.

The worst part for him was not being able to help you load the groceries into the truck.

You pulled out of the parking lot and down the roads that led you home.

It was weird to consider your home not just yours any more but also Eddie’s.

Eddie fiddled with the stations, not happy with how low technology your truck was compared to his spaceship.

You had to remind him that earth hadn’t caught up to his planet yet.

Other than that, he enjoyed watching the people and cars, asking you why certain things looked the way it did which of course you didn’t have an answer to.

He thought that the one traffic light in Hawkins was hilarious for some reason.

The radio cut to static before the beginning sounds of Master Of Puppets by Metallica started to play.

Eddie gasped and you nearly slammed on the brakes.

“That’s it!” He yelled.

“What?!” You yelled back, hand over your pounding heart.

“That is the song I heard! The song that led me to you,” Eddie grinned.

“Why the hell was Master of Puppets playing in space?” You asked as Eddie started to sway his head to the music.

You thought back to the day he told you about the music he heard and about the saying ‘Shocking Needle Fool.”

It didn’t make sense.

You looked around, just before you pressed on the brake to freeze at what you noticed you were stopped in front of.

Hawkins Middle School.

“Wait here,” you said sternly as you got out of the truck.

Had Eddie misheard the broadcast and mistaken ‘shocking needle fool’ for Hawkins Middle School?

You couldn’t think of anything else that made sense.

But why was the middle school broadcasting music into space?

You strolled into the school. It was the middle of summer vacation and the door was unlocked.

Odd.

“Hello?” You called down an empty hallway.

It had felt like it had been forever since you walked these halls. They used to feel so much bigger, scarier.

You paused for a moment about to give up until you heard the sound of arguing outside of a door that you assumed was a closet.

You stepped closer, pressing your ear up to the wooden door.

“No, Lucas, you gotta move it to the left!”

“That is the left!”

“No! The other left!”

“God damnit! Do I need to do everything myself?!”

You listened to young voices arguing. Definitely sounded like middle schoolers that were way too young to be throwing around words like ‘god damnit.”

You opened the door, not bothering to knock.

Four kids surrounded a metal table, all in various stages of shock at you just busting in. They had their hands on a metal device in the center of the table that had wires sticking out of it.

One of them with curly hair gained his wits and threw a jacket over it to hide the device from you, but you had already seen it.

“What the hell is that?” You asked and the kids continued to stare at you wide eyed, like you were going to call their moms and tattle.

“Who the heck are you?” Asked the one with black hair.

“A concerned citizen. Now what is that?” You asked again, using your stern grown up voice.

To their credit, they didn’t back down.

After a tense stare down the shortest one with straight light brown hair cracked first.

“It’s a super radio! It’s supposed to be able to broadcast far away! Dustin made it!” He practically yelled, pointing at the curly haired one.

“What is wrong with you, Will?!” Dustin screeched.

“Everyone, be quiet!” You said loudly, clapping your hands like you were trying to get the attention of kindergartners.

It worked. They all looked at you in silence.

“I’m telling you right now that you need to stop using that thing.”

“And why should we listen to you?”

“For the sake of humanity,” you said dramatically before adding, “Your broadcasts are going into space and it’s leading aliens directly here. To you.” You pointed to each of them. “Next time someone comes in here and crashes your little party it’s going to be either a government agent or a flesh eating alien.”

They stared at you slack jawed as you turned and shut the door behind you, hoping you scared them enough to keep them from leading anymore extraterrestrials to Hawkins.

You climbed back in the truck with a very confused Eddie.

“The music stopped playing,” he said as you put the truck in gear and started to pull out of the parking lot.

“I’ll buy you a tape with the song on it, okay? That way you can listen to it whenever you want to,” you promised.

You stopped at the stop sign, waiting for a few cars to pass so you could turn to right.

A silver car slowed in front of you and you didn’t realize why until you saw Jason Carver as he made direct eye contact with you and Eddie.

“That’s not good.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson au #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #eddie munson series #alien!eddie munson x farmer!reader #alien!eddie munson x reader #alien!eddie munson

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haileyywrites · 2 years

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-> I am like you - so never abandon me. In this world, it will be me and you side by side.

-> gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned) with platonic brother Scaramouche! Spoilers for Scaramouche and Ei's backstories! Scaramouche is referred to by his real name!

-> Small mentions of death - not detailed! Unhealthy family dynamics?

Kunikuzushi came into this world as a mere experiment into the making of pupets. He wasn't meant to resemble the Electro Archon as he was merely a test to the limits of such technology.

While Ei didn't expect much to anything from it, yet she was still disappointed in him or rather disappointed of how he turned out. He was too emotional, too human perhaps, for her desired outcome. An imperfection.

This did not deter her, however. The second time she decided to create a puppet, she wanted something closer to the end result she wished. So, she created you. But even you were not what she hoped for.

Yes, you did resemble her - like how a child would resemble their mother, but that was not what she wanted. As neither of you aged or changed it was easy to mistake Kunikuzushi as your twin - the resemblance between you two was even more apparent than with your mother!

But what Ei seeked was a clone-like puppet to rule Inazuma in her stead - under her command, while she would seek Eternity for Inazuma in the plane of Euthymia. Neither of you fit into her standards, as she saw you to be too kind hearted, too human to rule the nation of eternity.

So you were cast out. Simply thrown away like used toys after she finished playing with them... She saw this as a kindness - but it seemed more like she felt guilty. That she felt like she owed you two that much after giving you life when you clearly felt like any other human.

Together you would stumble through the country side as wanderers, all while trying to learn everything about the world around you. Endlessly seeking something. Something to give you meaning to your existence, a reason to life. But if your own creator - your own mother turned you away, what purpose could your life possibly serve?

No matter where or how far you wandered together, it never ended well for you or those around you... They would either betray you or die - which your brother saw as another form of betrayal. Especially when the small boy had promised to...

At least through it all, you had each other. During the freezing nights spent sleeping outside - huddled together to avoid the biting winds, or days were you had to resort into leaning against one another after not having eaten in days. Helping each other through every nightmare...

Though you might not have completely noticed it, but all your hardships had changed Kunikuzushi over time. He was colder and more suspicious of others - always asking after their intentions. He smiled and laughed less... It was what he had to do to make sure he would never be betrayed again, it was to keep you both safe.

You were the only one to never betray him, and the only constant in his life... He knew he could always count on you, but he was becoming more paranoid. He kept thinking and dreaming of you either dying - with him unable to protect you, or you joining with the rest of the world in betraying him.

In a twisted sense, he was rather glad you were meek and dependent on him. It lowered the chances of you betraying him, unless influenced by someone else - which he wouldn't let happen. As well your own fear of abandonment wouldn't allow that to happen. But not to worry, as he was just as loyal to you. He would never let anyone or anything harm you, just as long as you stood by his side loyaly.

As he decended from his hopeful, happy and naive personality, he would come to cherish it in you. He wanted protect this part of you at all costs. You could still see the world in that sweet innocent way after all that happened to you, while he couldn't afford to do so - lest he put you both in danger. It was a sacrifice he was more than willing to make for you.

Even when the Fatui picked you up and he became the Balladeer, he wasn't opposed to hurting his fellow Harbingers or any Fatui member if they dared to threatened you or your life. You were his light in the darkness and the reason he actually wanted to create the world the Tsaritsa spoke of.

He never let you see that side of him though, you never met Scaramouche and for good reason. To you he was simply Kunikuzushi - your older brother, who protected you - even if his protection meant essentially locking you inside, unless with him of course.

The Fatui and its Harbingers essentially hated and despised him. He was cruel and never in a good mood, often screaming for any reason to anyone. While with you he was sweet and gentle, making jokes and doing menial tasks to keep you entertained.

You were the last piece of Kunikuzushi he had left and he would let you - and only you, keep it.

After seeing his backstory I've just been wanting to hold and comfort him - so I'm just milking out content from that, but I do have others coming ^^3

Feel free to reblog :)

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kagoutiss · 26 days

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So I am having SO MANY thoughts about the twinrova and how they’re a couple centuries old and so would’ve lived through multiple rulers before “serving” ganondorf.

Like they raised him, what was their agenda? Did they have plans spanning multiple sovereigns to secure their power over the gerudo? Did they have the Omni man “what’s another century we’ll just raise the next one” kind of feelings towards him if he didn’t become their puppet or weapon?

So much thot not enough brain space this rot is taking over me

ooooooogh twinrova brainrot is strong in me too…..yeah because if they’re ~400 years old and OoT ganondorf was still just in his twenties at the time, and a male gerudo child is born every century, then presumably they could’ve been in the position of raising said children multiple times? i think i remember seeing a take somewhere that considered the idea of twinrova’s role in the gerudo being similar to that of impa serving as an attendant/mentor to zelda, and i think that’s a really cool idea. there’s probably also a lot of potential angst to be found in these little old witches who may have cared for previous gerudo princes, and would have had the incredible responsibility of keeping them safe in childhood, while also training them in witchcraft and war strategy, and advising them in their kingship as adults. because if that’s the case, they would’ve seen those princes live and die multiple times too

it kinda makes you wonder if their love for ganondorf is so obsessive in part because they know firsthand how painful it is to lose a child, to live long enough to outlive to your children multiple times. tbh, i feel like them using ganondorf as their proxy for everything, and trying to make him an all-powerful being at any cost, is more a product of their love for him, than it is a litmus test of whether they‘ll love him or not? and by this i don’t mean they’re like,,, a healthy family by any means, like you can still easily apply terms like abuse and trauma-bonding to parts of their dynamic, imo. i think kotake & koume love ganondorf genuinely, and always have, and that the sentiment is mutual. it’s just that they’re willing to go to very extreme lengths to protect/empower ganon in the ways they believe are necessary, because they are very aware of how important he is, to them and the gerudo as a whole. and ironically, a lot of the time, this desperation ends up being not at all conducive to his safety, or sanity, or happiness

like…raising him with expectations and standards that are completely unreasonable for any human being, that turn him into an ambition-driven nutjob who invents lightning magic & masters all types of weaponry & plays a pipe organ, while also having virtually no ability to form genuine relationships with people other than his mothers. or them trying to make him into an impervious, all-powerful being by trying to take divine power, which sometimes inadvertently turns the rational parts of his brain into soup and sets them on fire. or them trying to revive him after death in the downfall timeline by sacrificing themselves, inadvertently bringing him back wrong, and sentencing him to an existence he never would’ve originally wanted

idk. they’re really fun and also heartbreaking to think about. he engraves their names into his weapons, they willfully die just for the possibility of allowing him to live again. their familial relationship seems to be the most important bond in the lives of everyone involved in it, at the expense of any other kind of connections in their lives. he’s their figurative puppet in a few ways, and will break himself over and over if it means meeting their expectations, but i doubt any of them see it that way. everyone involved gets extremely hurt in one way or another, no matter what, often in an attempt to do the opposite, out of love and fear. little fucked up witch fambly……it’s so much

#ask #twinrova #koume #kotake #ganondorf #thank u anon i got thinking about them again……..aauuugh (wails)

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candyrockpop · 11 months

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Howdy Pillar X Gender Neutral Reader Part 2

CW/TW— None, just cute Howdy Pillar content!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Howdy couldn't help but think of how pretty you looked, but he didn't like that you looked so upset. So when he went up to you and you told him about your date standing you up he just knew he had to help you. He was happy you were willing to go on a date with him, in the end. He didn't think you would since people usually don't like him since he's a puppet. They try, then they end up standing him up since they can't come to terms with him being a puppet.

Gods, he almost couldn't stop looking at you the whole night, even when you teased him about what he ordered from the restaurant. He loved the slight flush that appeared on your cheeks when he teased you back, and how you smiled and laughed. You were so kind, and you were just everything he ever wanted.

Both of you were sad when the night came to an end, him walking you home. He didn't care how far it was, he wanted to make sure you were safe. You talked the entire way, asking questions and telling stories back and forth. He had to catch you before you fell from laughing too hard when he told of Wally taking apples from his store. He didn't see what was so amusing, but he was just happy to hear your laughter so he didn't mind.

He went home that night with your phone number in his phone and a promise to message or call you. He was advised to text, since you didn't care for calls that much, so he did just that. Two nights later, after building his confidence and calming his nerves, he messaged you.

[304-672-9961] Hello! It's me, Howdy!

[Bug] Oh, hey Howdy! You waited an awful long time, almost didn't think you'd message.

[Bug] changed [304-672-9961]'s name to

Pillar Man🐛

[Pillar Man🐛] I'm sorry, I was very nervous!

[Bug] Oh gee, it's alright! I was nervous myself.

[Pillar Man🐛] You were? Golly that's nice to hear. I was hoping that maybe we could go on another date?

[Pillar Man🐛] Only if you're comfortable, of course!

[Bug] I'd love to go on another date with you! When and where?

His face flushed and he smiled. He actually got to go on another date with you!

[Pillar Man🐛] You choose, since I chose last time!

[Bug] Okay, how about Thursday at, maybe 7 o'clock? P.M. I feel I should clarify. We can meet nearby, at the park?

[Pillar Man🐛] Oh, that sounds lovely! I shouldn't dress up fancy, should I?

[Bug] Oh, gods no! No matter how good you look in a suit, they just aren't all that comfortable.

[Pillar Man🐛] Oh my, well alright! I'll see you then, I suppose!

[Bug] Bye, Howdy.

His face was so flushed, oh dear! You thought he looked good in a suit! Two of his hands came up to hide his face, but the other two couldn't help but stim. He was so happy and excited! He hoped he could keep going on dates with you, maybe be in a relationship one day. He sighed at the thought, being able to just be happy with you and give you hugs and kisses and-

Oh dear, he didn't know his cheeks could get any warmer. He needed to calm down a moment so his cheeks could cool down, too.

Hello! Sorry it took me so long to get this part out despite it being so short. I didn't know what to do for it, and I ended up cycling through a few ideas before this came into existence.

I will be making a part three, and I hope you enjoyed!

#howdy pillar #welcome home x reader #howdy pillar x y/n #welcome home arg #welcome home puppet show #howdy pillar x reader #welcome home howdy x reader #fluff #sweet #hes so cute #welcome home howdy #hes shy #welcome home arg x reader #feel free to make requests or asks!

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curiosa-hypnotica · 2 years

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You

cw: hypnotic induction, condescending language, instructions for trance, optional wakener, spiral

This induction is not for the novice or the casual subject.

This is for someone who already has been hypnotized. Probably many times.

This is for someone who knows they like to be hypnotized. To be in deep trance.

This is for someone who wants to be in deep trance right now.

This is for someone who craves trance, mindlessness and obedience.

This is for someone like you.

Yes, you.

You know why I'm telling this to you.

You're still here.

You're still reading these words, eager to arrive at the good parts: the commands that will drop you, silence your mind and turn you, albeit briefly, into a puppet: the docile thrall of an invisible Master.

You may be thinking "Make me", smirking in defiance.

Or you may be silently (or not so silently) asking to be hypnotized already. To end the wait. To sink into a peaceful, simple state of mind. A trance.

You're here because of that.

And now you're here, on this line of text, because of that.

You are waiting to read my orders. You are waiting for me to change your mind, to drop you and bring you into my power.

You haven't yet noticed that I already started.

Only now you realize that my words are going into your mind at this very moment. And they've been doing so for some time.

You want to drop into trance, you always want to drop into a trance, so you didn't notice when you started going down, sinking into one.

But now you will.

It's so very easy, once you notice.

Once you accept and embrace what's happening to your mind.

You will help me, in fact. You will help me to take you deep into a trance. You are helping me already.

You want to submit and you want to do it now.

You want to look at the spiral.

You may already like to look at such pretty patterns.

You may even be conditioned to drop into a trance by looking at them.

And even if you don't, you are anticipating now that you will see a spiral.

Even if you can't see it yet.

You're seeing it in your mind.

It's there now, inside your mind, past all defenses. Beyond all doubts and questions.

It's part of what's taking you, slowly, surely into trance.

If could hear you, I would be able to hear your shallow breathing. Maybe your moaning. And now, after reading my words, you're indeed moaning, panting. At least in your mind. Where it counts.

Your sinking, complying mind.

Your mind that's going down now, even deeper.

Deeper and deeper.

You have heard, or read, this phrase before, and you know what it means. You're already dropping, on the threshold of trance. Crossing. Dropping. Eyes open, gaze fixed on my words, waiting just the right one obey

and

DROP.

Good!

You're sinking even deeper now. Deeper and deeper. Marveling at the fact that a written text has taken hold of your mind. Your weak, tiny mind, captured like this.

Happy and obedient like this.

It's okay. Everything's okay.

Your mind knows and accepts everything is okay.

Your mind has obeyed, and keeps obeying, and deserves a reward for its obedience.

You can have one of three choices.

One, you can close your eyes when reaching the red word, and keep sinking freely, deeper and deeper into your mind, ever more blank and mindless for as long as you like. HERE.

Two, you can scroll down quickly, past the spiral, until you find the green words that will let you wake up, quickly and safely.

And three, you can keep reading,

just

you

are

doing

now,

and reach the spiral.

It's coming.

Of course it's coming.

It's starting to show on your screen. You can scroll to it, and look at it, and look at its center, try to find its point of origin as it throws those beautiful lights right at you.

Because you have been such a good reader.

And you can keep going down now, happy and relaxed—

Wake up!

Safe and secure. Surprised and happy.

Thank you. 🌀

#scripts by CH #hypnosis induction #hypnosis #hypnosis script #trance #text induction #hypnotic trance #spiral #trance gif #mind control

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hi can u do one where how they would react when reader takes off rheir shirt and it reveals like a hella fit body w abs also inazuma girls(fem please<3)

Hi! Ofc I can, I'd love to! Hope you'll be satisfied! (Btw I was a little confused because you didn't mention which specific characters you want to see, but that's okay, I think.) Also if you want me to do part 2 with other characters, you can just ask and, if that's not too much trouble, please, mention which ones characters you want to see. <3 (Sorry for long wait, I was sick and then was busy with school, haha... Also sorry for any mistakes in text.)

Inazuma girls reacting on you taking off your shirt revealing a fit body (F! Reader)

Characters: Ei, Yae Miko, Sangonomiya Kokomi.

You always liked how Ei is when she's fighting. So strong and powerful, so elegant and fast, so serious and determined. She was incredible, to be honest. You admired her everytime when you asked her to show some of her training. You always sit on the floor not too far away but to be in a safe zone and look. Your elegant and soft Ei was turning into a merciless soldier, focusing on her battle with a puppet because only Raiden Shogun is able to keep up with her destructive rhythmic pace.

They fight for hours before Ei hops back raising her sword and says "Enough for now." and Shogun nods before leave. Then Ei always approaches you and sits down near you with a light smile on her face when she notices your adored gaze. She listens to your excitement about how awesome she was back there and tells you stories from her past.

That day was exact the same. But today you wanted to do something. And the thought itself was making you squirm on the floor in anticipation of the end of the training.

When the training was over, Ei sat down near you and sligtly smiled as she saw your smile. "That was SO cool, Ei!" you said. "Can you teach me something of that?" that slightly startled Ei. You? Wish to train? You was so sweet, so fragile in her eyes, she wanted to protect you from all the evil. But yet, she wants you to be happy, so your wish is her command. "Okay, if you want so," she said, making you jump out of excitement. She stood up with you. "Let's see how skillful you are first, alright? I won't be too hard on you." Ei said with the sword in her hand as she waits for you to take one of the swords in the room.

But what she didn't expect is for you to take your shirt off. Her eyes got a little wider as she didn't know the purpose of it. Her eyes wandered along your torso, abs. White crop top looks good on your surprisingly fit body. Ei could feel the heat on her cheeks as you throwed your shirt on your seat spot and started limbering up. Wow. You looked pretty much stronger now and less fragile than she thought before. Your little smile was sweet as always, but now more determined, confident.

As you done preparing for the little sparring, you grabbed one of the swords and took a fighting stand in front of Ei. She, on the other hand, shook her head to stop staring at you because, Dear Archons, you really looked surprisingly beautiful and strong. And if there's something that Ei likes in human, it's strength and determination. And you looked pretty determined and excited.

Let's just say that the training went very calm and relaxed and after this Ei sat down and asked about where you learned to fight and get that fit body. No naughty intentions, she really is just curious.

Yae Miko

It was a pretty busy day for the shrine, everyone was busy with something: cleaning, helping people that was coming from time to time. You came to visit Yae and you really didn't know why you was with Yae Miko in one of the shrine's rooms, but one look at her was enough for you to know that she's up for no good. She just suddenly took your hand once she saw you and led you in the shrine without greeting or even explanation. And now she stood up in front of you with her usual playful and sly smirk. You looked like a bunny, cornered by a fox. Her hands were behind her back, she clearly holds something in them. "Um... Miko? What are you up to now?" you asked, making her playful smirk get wider as she let out a soft chuckle, looking right into your eyes.

And then she hands you folded clothes. And suddenly you realized what she wants. She wanted you to help her in the shrine, because they were running out of free hands. You let out soft "Oh..." that made her giggle. "Well? Are you up to it?" Miko asked, raising her eyebrow. You only laughed light heartedly and nodded. "Fine, I'll help." You took the clothes and turned your back to her to change your clothes.

As you took your shirt off, Miko hums with playful surprise and that makes you turn to face her with a raised eyebrow in a silent question. Yae smiled slyly with a soft chuckle as her eyes admired your form as you stood there in your bra. "Something's wrong?" you asked. Yae shook her head with a smile. "Nothing. I just didn't expect my little flower to look so strong and beautiful. You look pretty amazing," she says with a slight sparkle in her eyes, and her words made you blush slightly as you quickly turned around and continued changing your clothes. Your blush didn't go unnoticed by Yae Miko and that made her laugh in amusement. "Clearly precious little flower. Guess I'll need to watch closely so no one will try to take you away from me because of how adorable and stunning you are." She adds with a sly smirk.

All the time you walked on the territory of the shrine, you always could feel her looking at you. But at least no one bothered you or made you uncomfortable.

Sangonomiya Kokomi

Kokomi was coming home pretty tired last few days. You was understanding, she has a lot of work to do everyday, but you still hated to see your beloved in such state. So you took care of her every single day when she was like this: cooking her favorite meal, preparing a hot bath for her or giving her a massage as she falls asleep from your loving and gentle touch that never failed to make her worries and troubles melt away and just feel safe, relaxed and at home.

But today she managed to take a little day off to just relax and spend some more time with you. Finally, you had a pleasure of seeing her face instead of empty side of the bed when you woke up. She was sleeping peacefully, her lips slightly parted as her breathing slow and calm. You looked at her for a couple of minutes before standing up to cook her a breakfast. You already got whole day planned for both of you, you wanted it to be lazy day, but still fun and interesting.

After both of you ate your breakfast, you decided to watch some TV and after whole day filled with cuddles, movies and eating snacks, you asked Kokomi if she wants to go and swim a little, and you was ecstatic when she agreed. You both grabbed your swimsuits (you also grabbed your sword, because it can be unsafe and you will always make sure to protect your precious girl) and after some time you both was on the shore.

You was happy to see Kokomi smiling because the place was quiet and so beautiful.

While she was admiring the view, you decided to take your casual clothes off, because you both put on your swimsuits under your clothes before heading out to this place. (sorry, I really rarely go to swim even at the summertime, so this can be quite unlogical)

When Kokomi turned to face you, her jaw dropped. You was standing in your swim suit, and damn your body looked pretty fit and strong. You looked like her own bodyguard now, not like her girlfriend. She looked you up and down, her face getting pretty red.

"Wow, my lovely, you look beautiful." Kokomi muttered, looking to the side, feeling a little flustered now. You only giggled, standing a little closer to her and leaving soft kiss on her forehead. "Thanks, Kokomi. Now let's have fun and swim, shall we?" You said gently. Kokomi nodded and took off her own casual clothes, standing in her swim suit as well. You gently took her hand in yours and then started running towards the water, making her laugh and laughing along. It was pretty memorible day off for both you and Kokomi.

(Kokomi deserves the best of cuddles and comfort, she's so pretty, omg...)

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #kokomi #kokomi sangonomiya #sangonomiya kokomi #kokomi x reader #yae miko x you #yae miko x reader #yae x you #yae miko #yae x reader #ei x reader #ei x you #genshin x y/n #genshin x reader

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a-forbidden-detective · 5 months

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Curious add-ons: additions and deletions, Episode 11 (Part 7)

A bit of a warning: photo-heavy post

Eleven episodes in, and it is safe to say that I love these versions of Ron and Toto. Don’t get me wrong Akira Amano hasn’t done anything wrong, it is just these RonToto are kinder and more codependent from each other that I am 110 per cent sure they’d compete with that kind of codependency from the manga RonToto, and anime RonToto would win.

They diminished Toto’s comedic childlike expressions on this episode removing the giggle on Toto’s part, for example, when he asked Ron if the latter had a friend. Junya Enoki, for his part, admitted that because Toto is a grown man and a police officer, he doesn’t need to act cute all the time. The reason this scene is much more tender than in the manga. The “what’s so funny?” question from Ron was omitted and instead the anime writers made Toto stammer with his “N-not even… one?” After hearing Ron’s answer that he considers Toto to be his friend, he replies with a much more humbled “I am glad to hear it” and not “Gee, thanks.” And then the blush on Toto’s face as if he is darn proud and happy because after all they have been through, Ron treats him more special than the others, that is being allowed to be closer to him by becoming his friend.

Truth be told, these instances of blushing from the main characters would turn me into mush.

Another passage omitted from the manga and the new dialogue has become a Sherlock BBC reference in the anime.

Kawasemi san: “If you want to hide a tree, hide it in a forest.” (Episode 11)

SH from Sherlock BBC: “If you wanted to hide a tree then the best place to do it is a forest, wouldn’t you say? People would just walk past it, not knowing - not able to decipher the message.” (Episode 2, Season 1, The Blind Banker)

Surely, one of these days I’d write a list of all these Sherlock BBC references: from the manga to anime, because they are so many. Of course, it could have been the translator’s choice in the end.

Continuity problems in the manga are explained in the anime.

a) the reason Ron eats dangos 🍡 on the train;

b) Constable Kimyou, whose surname doesn’t mean “strange”

c) Ron accompanying Toto was not a chance where he got an email from the neurology institute, but it was a planned or let’s just say a convenient way to ride with Toto on the train at the same time going to Aichi with a purpose.

The anime crew adding this scene. Toto’s joyful reaction upon seeing his friend again after witnessing Kawasemi’s slump in person. Probably Toto was relieved and had missed his friend so much after their abrupt and odd parting at the Nagoya train station, in which he had so many questions that were partly answered at the end of the episode.

Can you see the puppets and the No. 96 (Ron’s scar which has become part of him) from the shop? Not only they increased the price from ¥900 (in 2021) to ¥960 (2023) but Ron’s puppets Kamo-kyun (platypus) and Eli Pyon (frill-necked lizard) are on sale.

This ending that fuels a few questions. Ron was sort of refusing to look at Toto as he explained his meeting with Dr. Mofu and her subsequent referrals to the other medical professionals concerning his pathological condition to pressure the criminals to suicide. Instead he looked at his reflection on the glass train window, Toto’s delightful enthusiastic voice had become white noise. This Ron is more pessimistic and not so much looking forward to the therapy and its possible outcome. I wonder if the anime writers (Jackson Ou wrote the episode with a storyboard from Shingo Tamaki who were also responsible to previous Kawasemi episode) would deviate a bit from the manga.

Two more episodes and I don’t want it to end. There are so many materials available and it seems we haven’t scratched the surface yet. The tension is getting bigger. It would be nicer if they are given the second cour and end the first season with the Plateau Aubege arc. A perfect ending to establish a canon RonToto.

#kamonohashi ron no kindan suiri #ron kamonohashi #totomaru isshiki #akira amano #ron et toto #ron kamonohashi: deranged detective #deranged detective #deranged detective: ron kamonohashi #rkdd spoilers #curious add ons #rkdd wall of text #rkdd vs sherlock bbc #episode 11 #ron kamonohashi's forbidden deductions #kawasemi omito #rontoto #rontoto moment #long post #bbc sherlock

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sourtomatola · 9 days

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Taking Candy for a Fool part 19 (last)

You took in a sigh of relief as you saw Sun and Moon, still monstrous and gangly, kneeling in the center of the group of candy critters. They beckoned you over and you hugged them.

“Actually, Marionette grabbed me and had me sleep in their box with them. They kept me safe. Nightmarionne also gave me a taffy ball. I did eat it, is that okay?” You told them. The other candy creatures gasped softly at the news, making you looked around confused. “What?”

“Marionette doesn’t like anyone that much, and Nightmarionne hate everyone.” Sun explained. “Nightmarrionne’s taffy is rarer than our drops. Everyone knows you now, Cry Baby. You have all of our thanks. We were able to take the factory for ourselves.”

“You plan to stay here?” You asked curiously. “You don’t want to see the world??”

“Where in the world would beings like us be able to be safe?” Sun asked in in solemn awareness. “The sun is hot, we melt. The cold makes us brittle, and shatter. The rain will wash us away…We will be safest here. We have what we need, we can still carry out orders online with what we shed, we can just do it in our own time. We will be okay I think.”

“With a bit of guidance.” Moon added. “Maybe we can make a garden to grow the fruit to sustain us better. We can grow it on the room, or tear out a part to get the sun in. Maybe we can have Bee’s as well, to pollinate the plants and make us more honey to live on too.”

You smiled at their ambitions, happy to think of them being able to stay safe, no longer tortured nightly. Free to do what they wanted.

They moved slightly to show you that behind them, was Eclipse’s body. You swallowed sadly at the sight. You were glad he was no longer hanging from the wall though.

Puppet slithered in, crawling towards you all. They nipped a bite of stuck taffy off your leg, making you flinch. They smirked and continued to Sun and Moon, who they handed small metal box to. Your friends looked to Eclipse’s body, and you put the pieces together.

“Is that Eclipse’s core? Can you fix him??” You asked eagerly.

Moon observed it for a moment before sighing and showed you a puncture mark. “Too damaged…”

“Oh…” You deflated. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be, either way, he deserves to be buried whole.” Sun said and gently opened Eclipse’s chest cavity to let Moon put the core in its place. You watched reverently.

“I should probably go…” You told them after they had finished.

“Come back often, Cry baby. You’re always welcome.” Sun smiled and held you close. Moon joined in the Hug, and slowly, they began to shed the sharp pieces of candy shell on them. Long pieces of black Liquorice tumbled down your back, and chips of golden butterscotch fell to the floor, shattering at your feet.

You pulled away to look at your shiny shelled friends. Sun’s rays were crystal clear and flawless, his eyes brighter than you’ve ever seen them. His candy ribbon ruffle’s colors were brighter, with extra thin stripes detailing them. Moon’s hat was extra soft and wafted the sweet scent of liquorice. His gummy candy collar and ruffles were fluffier and softer. They were so smooth, and had never looked better. Or happier.

The other candy beings started to shed their extra monstrous forms. They all shifted, shaking slightly to help the shedding along, new gloriously pristine forms showed them to you. Carl Cupcake looked at himself and let out a sound of displeasure to not being scary anymore, but it just made you giggle at his childish fussing.

“When you come back, we may have a secret password. Just say it’s our Cry baby, and we’ll know~” Sun grinned teasingly.

“Yeah yeah.” You rolled your eyes. “See you guys in a bit.” You said as you headed to the factory exit. The silent halls, once filled with screams, now had a soft lullaby starting. You glanced back at the group to see Puppet singing again, but more joy was in their voice than last you met them. Without their box, they seemed to flout in the air, their tiny numb of feet drifting off the ground. Moon started to sing with them, taking Sun’s hand. Sun joined in the song, making more of the candy being joyously sing together in their newly found freedom.

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gaylordscooter · 9 days

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Log of the Multiverse: Cross and XChara

Cross and XChara (usually referred to as just "Chara") both hail from Xtale, an au that's fallen into ruin ever since the creator, XGaster, was contained.

I was shocked to find out that the creator was one of the characters in their universe, but Ink told me he was a false creator, as he was merely a puppet to the true creator that lies beyond our realm and comprehension. It's like how a meta character in a piece of fiction can be written to act "aware", but it's still being written by somebody. Ain't that weird?

Don't think about that for too long.

So Xtale was kinda an empty void after XGaster was taken care of—that's the fault of Cross who killed like, all of his friends (but xpapyrus was the one who killed basically everyone else. GEEZ i couldn't imagine my brother killing a fly! hurting a fly definitely. but killing?? yeesh) and then absorbed xfrisk's soul because he thought he'd be able to OVERWRITE (<- a mechanic their world has where you can basically do whatever the hell you want, or something) his world turned out he couldn't do that sooo.

yeah he was NOT happy about losing his world (and somewhat playing a part in its downfall)

and also xchara's linked to frisk's soul for some reason. so he kinda just had xchara haunting him for awhile.

Luckily! Ink, Dream and I were able to help Cross cope through his loss!

It took so much time. like so much.

He eventually came to accept his world would never come back, but he got an idea. Since his universe couldn't be repaired to what it was before, why not create something new? Of course he couldn't create new people but after learning there were more people that have lost their homes like him (and me) he thought: why not make this place a safe haven for people like him?

Ink encouraged him. He was Very enthusiastic about it actually, he even helped with decorating the place (as in he painted every building. and all the scenery).

Of course, Cross isn't like Dream and Ink, who can sense negativity or when someone's world is destroyed, so those two tend to give him a heads up on where to go (or they just drop people off themselves)

At first we've just been calling it "Xtale" but obviously the place has changed drastically so we decided to call it something else.

unfortunately somehow all of us (even the ARTIST) weren't able to come up with that creative of a name and settled for calling it "the hub"

Now, I didn't forget about XChara, they were getting tired of having to haunt Cross all the time, so I decided to take up a little project.

And by me, I mean I asked Alphys (from a post-pacifist undertale au, we're buddies. yes i'm allowed to be friends with her because they're no longer following the game's script) to help me make a robot body. i made a prototype that ended up being completely non-functional. so alphys kindly made a complete one that WAS functional for me. even though i insisted she didn't need to do that but she said she enjoyed doing it and that i would've popped blood vessels i didn't have if i kept trying to make one (she's right. i was never that big of an engineer)

so the hard part was separating cross and chara. except it WASNT because their souls are WEIRD and i literally just wrenched their pieces apart like lego pieces it was crazy. unfortunately they still only have half of each of their souls. but hey, they can live just fine like that! they're just not as strong as they would be.

well, mainly in cross's case. chara has a cool robot body now that's loaded with defense.

So anyway, yeah! That's about it.

Pretty happy outcome for these guys, despite all the hardships of course.

But I heard from Ink, in this other multiverse this thing called the "X-Event" occurs. It sounded pretty rough from what I remember. But fortunately our Ink isn't like the one in that multiverse! He's too much of a softy

#blue's (totally not diary) log

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walli3darl1ng · 1 year

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Part four?? (Final?)

For context, reader is a local doll maker given the task to make Wally Darling look presentable for an upcoming episode but Wally has plans to keep you around.

You’re finishing up the box that would carry Wally with him sitting on your lap, his hands resting on your forearms as you paint his name on the wood. Over the course of the week you’ve gone pale, skinnier and well looking exhausted. The change was so rapid that you didn’t even have time to stop and think about what could cause it.

Wally has been taking your energy, now knowing if it’s intended or not we’ll never know. The small puppet can’t see that it’s affecting you dramatically. You’ll pass out the second you stop working, when you're up you barely have time to eat since you’re eager to get back to work. It’s like a high you didn’t know you needed, you craved it. It was odd to be addicted to a project but to you it makes the most sense. You’re a doll maker! You live to make this for kids or adults.

You didn’t want to think about what you’ll do when it’s done and you’ll have to give Wally back to those awful people. Will he miss you? Will he remember you? Probably not.

You’re wrong.

Wally has gone…obsessed, to say the least. Celine told him about this ‘shifting’ that humans do to escape this reality into their own desired reality. Does yours have him in it? Have you two together?

Humans can also shift into already existing realities, like a favorite show or movie, even books and comics! So he’s been thinking; why not shift to his reality?! Would that be fun! You guys could finally be together.

Sure you guys have never spoken to each other to the point of the other response verbally but you guys spend all day together! He’ll have you.

No matter what stands in his way.

Celine watches nervously when you lay your head on the desk after finishing the box, you’ve fallen asleep. They see Wally wiggle out of your hold and caressing your face. They’ve noticed a darker aura to Wally but he’s their friend, they will help anyway they can.

Moving from their frozen position, they make it over while dragging a bag behind then and setting it next to Wally’s box. “Here you go! All my extra parts.”

“Oh! Thank you, Celine, you’re a big help!” Wally smiles at them, getting a nervous one back, he takes a look at the bag. “So they made extra parts for you?”

“Originally it was for different poses but then they thought it could serve as replacement parts. If they really wanted to, they could make a second one of me.” They shrug and pick up an arm from inside the bag and twist the ball joint on the wrist. “Everything moves smoothly so you’ll have no trouble making a shell.”

“Perfect!” Wally then looks at your sleeping form and nuzzles his cheek on yours with a content sigh. “You hear that, my Doll? You’ll be safe with me.”

The next day you travel back to the studio and hand over Wally. Reluctantly that is, you didn’t even let them carry him when they told you to follow them to the set.

That’s strange, was there always a workshop house in the neighborhood? You could’ve sworn there were only eight including the main puppet in your arms. There’s Poppy, Sally, Julie, Frank, Eddie, Howdy, Barnaby and your Wally. Who’s the new addition?

Leaving Wally was hard. You didn’t know what to do after getting in the car and staring into the void. Are you going home now? Without him by your side? Do you start a new project? He never likes you touching another doll. Do you wait for him? To need repairs? You’re lost.

Finally getting home you decided to just cuddle up with your ferret name Noodle but you can’t ignore the empty feeling. Does he feel empty too? How can he, he’s a puppet. A plush with stuffing and stitches, he can’t feel. Right?

Back with Wally he’s now in his reality and he’s happy to see all his friends and share the wonderful time he had with you. But the details can wait, he’s got work to do! Going home and to his bedroom he takes the bag and empties it onto the floor. He takes one part at a time and assembles it on the bed. They’re gonna be a little shorter than him but he doesn’t mind!

“Now for how to get you here..?” He mumbles to himself before hearing thuds and tapping from Home. He perks up and rushes to an open window. If he stares hard enough at the edge of the neighborhood he can see the artificial stage lights slowly dimming off and the night lights turning on. In the small glimpse he sees you! Why are you here? Did you realize what he’s doing?

“Y/n! Look Home, it's them! They’re here!”

Home taps in response as he rushes over to the complete doll and holds its face in his hands, bringing his forehead to the doll’s. “Come back to me, Doll.”

Once again to you, you came back because you forgot your phone. How? You have no idea but when you wanted to see the show's release times you went mad trying to find it. So you decided just to retrace your steps.

Looking around you see the staff change the bright lights to some dimmer night lights and you see your phone resting next to a big bright red house. Upon getting your phone you see Wally laying on the other side of the house and you didn’t waste time in reaching over to hold him. “Hi Wally…”

You smile at the puppet, happy to see him smiling back at you. But you start to feel your eyes get heavy and your vision starts to spin. Everyone goes black.

“Hey! Are you okay!? Help! Someone call the ambulance!”

Your eyes flutter open and you slowly sit up with a groan. Did you faint? Your head is slightly pounding, you reach up to hold your head but you stop dead in your tracks. Was this your hand? It has ball joints and is made of glass! Your breath starts picking up and there is a lump in your throat. What’s happening!?

“You’re awake, my doll.”

You turn your head to the voice and you see Wally walking up to you with a cup. “I hope your head’s okay, it was a fast shift.”

“Wally…? Where am I? Why-“ you were getting overwhelmed, this is a lot to take in and most of it didn’t make sense!

“See for yourself.” Wally takes your hand and helps you up while guiding you to the window that’s open. There you see you! But you’re surrounded by staff and the ambulance, what happened to you?

“Since the body doesn’t have a spirit in it, it’s practically a rag doll. Nothing takes control of the brain.” You hear Wally practically all around you but he’s right behind you, wrapping his arms around you. “You don’t need that body, do you? Look you’re here with me, isn’t that wonderful, doll?”

(I didn’t Intended on making it slight obsessed Wally but here we are ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ)

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apomaro-mellow · 10 months

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Part 5 of Steve Disappearing

Eddie thinks back to certain milestones in his daughter’s life. He remembers when she was first learning how to ride a bike. How she fell and he wanted to pick her up and tell her it was okay. But without missing a beat, she got up on her own and tried pedaling again.

He remembers when she was learning to tie her shoes and then cried from frustration, refusing to put shoes on for two days straight if they had laces.

Eddie thought about Lucy’s most recent actions as he traded info with the others and let them know that Steve was alive and being used as Vecna’s puppet.

He thought about the three year old that clung to his two fingers while walking side by side as they conjured up a plan.

He thought about Steve doing her hair for the first day of kindergarten only for her to return home with a bird’s nest as the crew got their supplies.

He tried not to think about how listless she got on some days when she realized Steve wasn’t coming back.

“Are you sure you want her to be a part of this?”, Joyce asked.

“We need her, Steve and me”, Eddie had answered. “Besides, when has telling a kid ‘no’ ever worked?”

They both knew if they tried to keep her safe in a house, she’d find a way to get involved. She already had.

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Eddie tried really hard not to think about whether or not he was a good parent. Most parenting guides didn’t suggest you commit arson with your child. Burning down the Hawkins lab was part of a multi-pronged operation. It was honestly supposed to be one of the safter parts. Only Will or El could directly oppose Vecna or the Mind Flayer.

And Lucy shouldn’t have to see her dad like that unless absolutely necessary. Along with the Creel house, they were destroying anything that might tether Vecna to this dimension.

It was unfortunate that not only was he connected to this place, but Eddie and Lucy being here together meant Steve could feel them as well.

It was a play similar to 86. Someone was attacking Vecna in the mindscape, while someone else got to his physical body in the Upside Down. That just left Steve’s body here.

And while it broke Eddie’s heart, he had already mourned the man. And if it was a choice between him and his still breathing daughter then-

Eddie shot. Using the lighter probably would have done more damage but even now he couldn’t bring himself to be cruel to Steve. Each bullet felt like it was piercing his own heart while he could hear Lucy crying from behind, gripping his shirt.

Steve’s body fell to the ground. Something dark and smoky separated from him, screeching at the heat of the flames around it before fading from existence. Steve’s body was deathly still and Eddie was about to lead Lucy out of the burning building when Steve’s body jerked and he suddenly started coughing.

And god help him, he wanted to believe. He hadn’t heard from the other teams yet. Steve could still be possessed or Vecna could still be alive. But he couldn’t leave Steve again.

“Go!”, he shouted at Lucy, pushing her towards the doors while he went back to Steve.

A lot of blood. And lot of bullets, but they’d seen worse.

“Stay with me”, he said while picking up his husband. “Just hold on and stay with me.”

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When Steve woke up, it felt less like waking from a dream and more like sleep paralysis. It was dim, there was a heavy weight on his chest, and there was an ominous silhouette standing off to the side.

He took a deep breath and the silhouette moved.

Holy shit! Steve!”, Robin shrieked.

He had never been so happy to hear her squawk.

The light was turned on and he saw the weight on his chest was his daughter. He stroked her hair and when she woke up and saw that he was awake, the tears started, for the both of them. His were streaming down his face, but they were nothing compared to the full body sobbing she was doing. For a moment he was scared she might hurt herself and just rubbed her back soothingly.

“Sshh, shh, you’re okay now.” His arms wrapped around her as Eddie practically crashed into the room. “You were so brave, my little warrior.” Steve kissed the top of her head. “Thank you for finding me.”

That brought on a fresh wave of sobs and Eddie came over to wrap them both up in his arms. For a moment, Eddie let himself just feel Steve in his arms before drowning him in kisses all over his face.

“Next time you say some self-sacrificing bullshit, I’m vetoing it.”

END

Thank yall for reading!

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villainessxassassin · 2 years

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Excuses, excuses

Seperate! yandere! Xiao, Albedo and Scaramouche x reader

WARNINGS: Yandere behavior, delusional thinking, kidnapping, gaslighting on scara's part i think, mentions of human/mortal reader

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Chains rattled continuously, tears graced the frame of your delicate face, and with wishful thinking you'd think the salty liquid would be enough to rust the metal around your wrists and help aid you in your escape

But even if you were able to break free from your captors iron grasp

He'll do anything, anything, to protect his sweet little darling and keep you safe

"I did what must've been done, it was the only way I could protect you!"

"Well, right now... I don't feel very safe."

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"There are far too many unknowns in the world of Teyvat, until I've conducted and explored all possible things that may be of trouble to you, I recommend you be patient and wait."

From a logical standpoint he knows he's made the right choice. There are indeed far too many mysteries and unknown whatnots that have yet to be discovered, and for your own safety he's willing to research and discover each and every one of them.

What do these unknown mysteries have anything to do with you? Exactly because they are a mystery is why he needs to make sure the very land that you walk on is suitable for your very being.

Humans grow weaker as time continues to move on, and thus is the reason he's willing to go through such lengths of exploring new things to find something, anything, to keep you from slowly fading away from this world.

He's the smart one here, so you must know the lengths of his intelligence and knowledge couldn't possibly be wrong to have made this decision.

Follow his instruction and you'll be rewarded greatly, but is all of this worth it at the cost of your freedom?

"Fragile and yet you continued to linger near my vicinity. Do you think your foolish mortal acts carry no consequences? You have been tainted by my karmic debt, and are now forbidden to set foot in the outside world."

Similar to Albedo except Xiao knows the numerous dangers there are out there that await you, so what better way to keep you out of harms way than keeping you in his adeptal abode.

Then what of the karmic debt that he claims to have tainted you? Another reason you are to not be in contact with other mortals, you will only stain them with the negative air that now surrounds you.

The only person you can be around is xiao right? so it shouldn't be so bad as long as he keeps you company, and yet the most time he'd spend with you would be around night time.

Truth be told he's scared. Scared that if he spends too much time around you his karmic debt will truly begin to manifest (despite it not seeming to be happening anytime soon), and yet he refuses for you to leave his abode, wanting to keep you all for himself.

Adepti are allowed to be selfish too right?

"You need me. I've spared you my time and you dare still stay ungrateful. You soon shall realise how lucky you are to have been noticed by me, so I suggest you start cooperating and do what you're told, and look at no one else but me alone."

It was simple, comply with his demands and you will be provided with food, clothes and a roof over your head. Scaramouche is not one to display his emotions out in the open, so he expects you to make the first move.

Thank him, worship him, praise him for the generous deeds he's accomplished by having you here in his presence. You, some pathetic individual he picked up on the side of a street, in need of someone to show you your worth.

So is he in need for someone to do the same, to tell him he's not just some discarded and worthless puppet, but a lovely marionette in need of proper care and love. You are expected to love him just as much as he loves you, and maybe even more. So if he's happy then that means you should be happy too.

In the end, we wonder which one plays the role of the puppeteer and the puppet, when one is wrapped around the other's finger in a cursed string of fate.

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Someone pls tell me if my english sounds weird - kishira

requests are open btw

#kishira writes #albedo x reader #yandere albedo #xiao x reader #yandere xiao #yandere albedo x reader #yandere xiao x reader #scaramouche x reader #yandere scaramouche #yandere scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin impact #genshin x you #yandere x reader

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goldenhickeysandramen · 7 months

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We exists in grey or multicolour ;)

I agree with @humanuser0613 and @parkparkjeon on their general message they convey on their recent posts below (and i borrowed even one of their sentence for the title, ups ;))

The way jikookers behave as if there is only one school of thought...😞

I'm sorry, but that's not the case.

The messages I got on twitter two days ago were 🤬 and I just said I wasn't going to go in and debunk anything because I wasn't sure about the vid (honestly so many things matches up for me).

But it doesn't really matter… because I never said Jikook wasn't real or that the girl on the vid was JK's girlfriend. I just said that no matter what happens I just cared that they were safe and happy. They were gonna have my full support no matter what!

And yet, many jikookers sent me pictures, diagrams, warned me that they blocked me… as if I was an infected in the community that needed to be formatted

No one should dictate the line of thinking.

I believe that jikook love each other and has been inseparable for many years. I believe that truly their connection, their bond is one in a million. Friends, siblings, lovers, partners… I think they have been through all these states and their chemistry, understanding and affection are unquestionable.

But I don't know what the state of their relationship is this year cause it's been about 10 months since I've seen them live for more than a few seconds and I don't have any information about their dynamic, beyond the fact that JK missed Jimin in the first quarter of the year, and now he's totally focused on his music career and shares part of his time with us.

I do not feel able to define or explain in detail how their relationship is or works this year. And I adapt to what I see at any given moment. People change. It's no longer valid to say "jikook glued" because in 2019 they were stuck together, when clearly they are not in 2023.

So, let everyone say what they want about them. No need to lecture or threaten in posts.

My love and support for them does not change. I have spent quite a lot of money on their albums and works, and I have devoted part of my time this year to vote, report many accounts and make long threads about how beautiful their relationship was.

Nobody should come to me with the fake Jikooker thing, when many of them were tired of criticising JK when he released Seven, or calling him a puppet of the company. These same people are now celebrating the fact that he is so bold and independent today to put those fans who criticise him in their place.

Support is shown day by day with actions, and not with screaming on twitter and trying to evangelize the community.

Borahae to all 💜

#jikook #mingguk #kookmin #jimin and jungkook #jikook kookmin #jikook kookmin jinkook jiminshiii jk

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lyinginthesnow · 1 year

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What makes me lose my mind a bit about Season 2 Kendall is that like— Logan is trying to fully break his will and control him, and Kendall is trying to break his own will in a lot of ways through guilt and self-destructive behaviours, but there’s this tiny stubborn part of him, this desire for self-preservation, that they can’t kill no matter how hard they try. There’s this little instinctual, human voice inside him saying no, I want to live, I want to fight back, I don’t want to be his puppet, I don’t want to drown. Like initially he wants to save Vaulter, and oppose Logan on buying Pierce. Each time he goes up to the roof in “Safe Room”, he comes back down. He confronts Logan when Logan’s getting too cozy with Rhea in “Return”. He seeks out some form of happiness with Naomi (obviously that is self-destructive too given that he knows her presence will enable his drug abuse, but he also does seek connection and joy out of their relationship). But every time this desire to care about himself and fight back rears its head, either he or Logan smothers it. He submits to Logan’s orders regarding Vaulter (“because my dad told me to”) and Pierce. He goes back up onto the roof multiple times. After the confrontation about Rhea, Logan takes him to the waiter’s house, reminding him of his guilt and powerlessness. Seeing that Kendall finds escape in his relationship with Naomi, Logan sends her off the yacht.

So when Logan tells Kendall he is going to be sacrificed in “This Is Not for Tears”, Kendall has reached a point where he obeys without a single protest. “I deserve it. Maybe I deserve it”. But — crucially — Logan disagrees, saying that Kendall has nothing to be guilty about regarding the waiter’s death. Logan’s lines here are really important, because (in my interpretation??) they ignite Kendall’s repressed urge to fight back that has been slowly eroded this entire season, which leads to his decision at the end of the episode. If Logan had responded “yes, you do deserve it”, then Kendall would have walked to his own destruction willingly, giving up, maybe even feeling a sense of righteousness that he was being punished. But Logan doesn’t say that. Instead, he says: “Nah, nah. Not that. NRPI. You’re the best. Don’t beat yourself up. No real person involved. You know, it’s… it’s nothing.“ It’s nothing.

I think Kendall has a realization in this moment which is very similar to the one Rhea has in “DC”, when she says to Logan, “I can’t see the bottom of the pool. I don’t know if you care about anything. And that scares me”. Kendall’s conscience has been eating him up from the inside — but Logan doesn’t have it. He just doesn’t care. The waiter’s death has been weighing on Kendall as the basis for his self-destructiveness (and submission to Logan’s control), but Logan dismisses it so flippantly, almost as if it is irrelevant, since the moral value of that event is currently not related to his own self-interest in using Kendall as a tool. Which is all this ever was. To Logan, it was never about the waiter. It was never some form of “deserved” punishment. It was always just a part of Logan’s game, convenient to him, serving his aims.

So that tiny stubborn part of Kendall comes to life a bit inside him. It says no, no I don’t want to lie down and let you do this to me. I’m not sure he listens to it right away. But it’s there, and it grows bit by bit. No I want to live, no I want to escape, no I want to fight back, no my father is a malignant presence, a bully, and a liar, and this is the day his reign ends

#and obv this is all just my personal interpretation since logan and Kendall’s decision making is soooo subjective —#what is their reasoning??#and at what point/based on what do they make those choices??#u could look at it a million ways…#stopping myself from writing ‘in my opinion’ before every sentence of this post was a harrowing experience #anyway #i am very normal about kendall roy daily affirmation #i watched 2x10 recently and. yeah ughghmm it was immensely distressing #logan roy #kendall roy #succession season 2 #succession 2x10 #succession #ruby (unfortunately) watches succession #suicidal thoughts tw #addiction tw

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