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Hole in the heart

[Had fun trying out gradient maps in my last drawing so I did it again :D]

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if mac was real a thousand soldiers cant even peel me away from them bruh #NEEEEEEEDTHAT

I saw a video with all of Mac's voicelines and drew my favorites.

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im so in love with that toilet but my lil sister hates him LMFAOOO her reasoning is cs i keep playing his raps and she’s annoyed at them 🥀🥀🥀🥀 i told her to be nice to her brother-in-law and im deadass gna bring bck a french rapper one day IDCCCCC

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This is another thing to do with your dead house owner au and this ask is also quite dark so feel free to delete it! (Suicide)

But what if the player decides to end it but in a sort of twisted way they use some of the objects in the house to aid them?

Like stepping of Chairemi or Koa, drowning themselves in one of the bathroom datables,or other methods of that nature. So it could be like a final message to the datables or the player may have done it without even thinking of the them?

How would some of the datables react to aiding the player, being part of their final moments, or in some cases having the body being basically stuck to them?

Again I’m very aware that this is an extremely dark ask covering a dark matter so feel free to delete this ask! And if you write this, thank you your writing is incredible!

CW: suicide

Never mind that your life was already down in the dumps- your parents not batting an eye when you told them that your roommate was insane, saying that you should be glad that you had a place to stay and renting elsewhere was too expensive and then having your grades plummeting down due to stress and anxiety over said roommate who never left you alone and made everyone around you uncomfortable, thus no one approaching you anymore. Group projects and study groups were out of the window as your roommate practically forced you to have only one source of companion- them.

The house was a blessing of yours- or so you thought. Then, the dateviators came and you thought, hey! Perhaps you could find some companionship with these dateables? Wrong.

Not even a month and they started this little hate group and started targeting you even when you stopped interacting with them. Locking the dateviators in a drawer only for them to find a way to haunt you. Not by mocking you or verbally abusing you but through simple things- the alarm would refuse to ring, the sink will splash all over you when you wash your hands after getting ready so you had to get dressed again and sometimes you don't even have anything clean to wear as your dryer refuses to dry your clothes. That led to countless days of not being able to attend class in time and for the school dean to advice you moving back to your dorm and honestly? You're contemplating whether you should or not but the very thought of your roommate sent chills down your spine- you would be lying if you said you weren't downright terrified of them.

Everything was too much- you couldn't take this shit anymore. Another day of your alarm not ringing or when it rings during the weekends when you don't need it to and when your sink refuses to even drop a single water molecule or splash it all over you- enough was enough. Your life fucking sucks.

Therapy was an option but said therapist would deem you crazy for talking about 'living objects' and there was absolutely no way you could rent a place nearby your college and you were never going back into those dorms. It's as if the whole world was against you and maybe it was. Why bother living in such misery? Every day wallowing in despair as you continue to live as a living corpse? What's a person with no emotions apart from sadness and sorrow? What was the point?

It wasn't a special day- the day you decided to end it all. You never had a special day to begin with. Every day was the same depressed state- nothing to celebrate and nothing to live for.

The objects were confused then- you always tried to get up for classes. Quickly brushing your teeth and splashing your face before changing and rushing out the door to get to your class but today? You didn't bother. They thought, perhaps you were sick? Doesn't matter. They didn't really care.

What got them even more confused was when you stepped on top of Chairemi, a rope in hand and tying said rope to the ceiling fan.

Oh. Oh no. No- this wasn't what they wanted. They never wanted you to end your life! It was too late now- they could do nothing but watch as you hung yourself, kicking the chair in the process so you weren't able to come down even if you wanted to. Chairemi fell as you kicked the chair- eyes welling up at the sight of your blue face, struggling for one extra breath of air only to fall slack and she aided you. No... she was an accomplice to your suicide and she could do nothing but help and stare at your lifeless body.

Celia was no better. Here you were- stuck to the ceiling fan, your corpse hanging around and essentially stuck to her.

The silence was loud among the objects. No one dared to utter a word of this- what could they say? They were the cause of your end... weren't they? They only knew how far your misery extended when no one called or reach out. Only after a whole month did someone come knocking and breaking in the house to see you there- corpse cold and smelling like death with flies surrounding you. The worst part? It was a plumper you called a month ago to fix your sink- you had no one remotely close to feel concern over you.

Pity and guilt wasn't even close to what they felt and even after they removed your body did they still saw flashes of your corpse- the smell still in the air. A whole month they witness your corpse slowly rotting. It was the worst for Celia as you were right next to her the whole time and as the 'mayor' of the house- she should've been the one to tell them off.

NOTE: i didnt mention fantina cs i assume they're js our standing fan i guess??? i dunno ntm the og living room dont even have a ceiling fan so wtv IDK

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heyyyy i just wanna say ur writing is so good

especially with the dead home owner au like i luv it so much (as you can tell as i may or may not be spam liking all of the posts about it lol)

but yeah ur writing is so lovely ahh!!!

THANKYEIUWWW SM UGHH IM GNA UGLY SOB YALL R ALL SO SWEET MUAHHH IM SO GLAD U LIKE MY SILLY IDEA and so so thankful and grateful for all of yalls likes and reblogs and comments and everything

I LOVE U GUYS /p

AHHHHHHH im so srry for not writing much yet omg im lowk a lil burnout MY BAD but i'll write smthg tdy TRUST anyways going to eat dindin now I'LL BE BACK AND START THE GRIND

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i think i found out abt obey me lit when they first released (yes i was like what 13 🥀) then suddenly stopped playing it but was still in the fandom like the art n fanfics n stuff

ANYWAYS

template by @prulove !

my fav when i first started playing was lucifer then mammon and then satan <3 (mammon is still very much in my heart tho!)

i fink levi wld have the most comfortable hoodies and like those cringy ahh anime merch I WLD DEF WEAR IT LOUD N PROUD

asmo wld js be there ready with a spa day or smthg if u got a bad day tbh

satan wld definitely have the key to my room cs ik damn well he wont let lucifer have it heh and hes my fav he can come in anytime he wants 😛

beel wld know all my secrets bcs he wldnt tell the whole world

GUILTY but i wld def try to impress lucifer for one singular praise from that mouth of his

levi n me are twin bruh WEEBS 4LIFEEEE also was gna say asmo but HMMM IDK and then theres beel cs i love food heh

obv im trusting the only one who didnt try to k word us and has been there since day 1 #WELOVEYOUMAMMON

lucifer being the opposite but lowk thkn abt it we're both the eldest sibling and i do admit pride is my ultimate downfall so maybe we're more alike than i thought....? lowk i can relate to all the brothers but WTV

levi n i cracking brainrot jokes and anime refs heh

lucifer pisses everyone off so (srry to my lucifer stans😓)

i wld want mammon w me 24/7 hes my safe space

mammon can get away w anything idc

ya belphie... im still holding a grudge against him (SRRY TO MY BELPHIE STANS TOO!)

js wanted to yap my reasons LOLOL

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I love your little series about the dead home owner (I went through and read all of them, *chefs kiss*) but all I can think of reading them is that there are definitely a bunch of characters that I can NOT imagine acting like that, even in the midst of grief (not even acting like the ones that aren't saying anything even tho they feel bad). Like. Dasha would NEVER she would 100% try to defend you in a scenario like that and try to comfort you. And Dorian, too, I just can't imagine him NOT trying to do something about it or trying to comfort you. And especially Winnifred, bc when I romanced her she showed that she's pretty good at dealing with this kind of thing in a healthy way and she also is NOT the type to hold back on her words, especially when she's upset. And she's very big advocate of not dwelling too hard on the past and moving forward, and she doesn't really care what others think of her also. So I can just imagine that when she finds out how the other dateables are treating the new home owner, she gives them the tongue-lashing of a LIFETIME.

And I can just imagine Dasha picking up the new player to defend them from the others and being like "come now, there is no need for all this! It is not their fault that the previous home owner is gone and it is not they aren't same as them! It is unfair to expect them to be exactly the same."

And Dorian would I think be more like trying to de-escalate like "alright alright, everyone, let's all calm down, there's no need for all this, let's all just relax, it's not their job to try and make us feel better or to be exactly like them, alright?"

And Skylar I think is an honorable mention bc I think she would try to defend the new homeowner, and then give up after like the 7th time of being shut down and opt to just comfort them instead. (the other three would too tho

Idk maybe it's just my desperate internal feral need for a happy ending- there are probably others that would defend the new home owner too, but i either can't think of them rn or haven't spoken to them yet in-game-

But yeah i'm just imagining those three and maybe others comforting and defending the player and maybe they end up developing some kind of relationship with one or all of them-

Uhhh bonus thought that's kind of unrelated, but I keep thinking about something that trap dorian says- when you tell him he should get more tattoos, he says something that sort of implies that he isn't JUST the doors in your house, but that he's. Every door ever. Bc he mentions having been drawbridges earlier in his life. Which is intriguing to me if we're getting a new homeowner here- bc like. They have their own phone. But also the OLD homeowner also had their own phone. So would there be TWO Phoenicias?? One that's grieving the old homeowner and one that isn't??? Or would they be different? Does it depend on what kind of phone it is??? Like if one person had an Apple and one had Android or smth would they be different? Idk the lore of this game is weird and confusing to me lol-

ITS SO CONFUSING!!! i was surprised no one pointed out the whole phoenicia thing cs i kept mentioning her in stories LMFAOA like ya what abt her...? CS WE DEF ALRDY HAD OUR OWN PHONE but since no one spotted that plot hole i was like what the hell sure but ya i def like raised a brow at that cs... ITS SO CONFUSINGGGG

and i completely agree that NOT ALL the characters wld hate you esp dorian 💔 and im gna be so fr i didnt play the game yet cs im too broke so ive js been watching gameplays and havent watched dasha and winnifred yet so idk much abt them my bad 🥀

ALSO ive been getting some happy ending ideas in my asks so guys dw i will write a happy end soon!!!

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Driving in my carrr-

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WHATS UP W TUMBLR NOT LETTING ME SAVE MY EDITED POST BRUHHHH DPMOOOO I TRIED LIKE A MILLION TIMES NOW?!?!?! then i waited for like five hrs after and edited again AND ITS STILL NOT LETTING ME.

edited: im gna crash out if they let me edit this post and not my other one that i want to edit

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srry guys i’ll post tmr cs tdy been busy i finally went out of my house to buy groceries after a whole week being stuck at home and i fink the constant lack of sleep finally caught up to me when i was walking arnd the shop and got tired alrdy like BRUU 🥀🥀🥀 also college soon GULPS

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i rmb thkn what i shld name the watch and thought of roll lex and let out a giggle like im a genius LMFAOOO im hilarious actually funfact i was gna make them a necklace and named them cart tier

hear me out

(im the one who sent the mc getting with the newer and better dateables in their dormroom can i claim 📓 < that emoji bc i will be coming back)

what if mc and their roommate eventually get together and are like lowk in a poly relationship with the dateables (the dorm dateables) so then mc brings the roommate over to help clean the house, BUT the roommate is actually like an old dateable we grew up with and like magically got turned into their own person when we like lost them in their object form in our teens or sum and they went on a journey to find us and thatd why they are so dependant on us bc theyre scared of losing us again. So when we bring them over to help bc theyre a dateable previously, they can see and talk to the dateables w/o the dateviators

SRRY FOR THE WAIT!! hope u enjoy this <33

A month since you wore those rose-tinted glasses in that house- a month since the objects witnessed that young bright laptop being all over you as you giggled with a blush on your face. Never had they felt such distraught in them to see you smile with another.

They were aware they had no rights but they couldn't help the anger in them whenever they thought back to the laptop (especially Mac) and they hoped when you came back for your monthly cleaning in the house that you didn't bring the pretty new thing.

What- who you brought was much worse than the laptop.

You came in with someone- someone attractive no doubt with an air of childish wonder. The stranger next to you were all smiles and hyper energy akin to the Hanks as their eyes wondered in the house that left a chill down the objects' spine; it's almost like... they could see right through them but... that couldn't be it, could it? They didn't had their own dateviators and- they were just some normal person-! Right...?

It was quite a duo- you, who had changed in ways that the objects had noticed when you first came back to clean up the house; much calmer and cooler as if nothing in life mattered- like you couldn't give a flying fuck anymore. They were aware they had some parts of your change in personality due to the abuse you went through with them... the guilt eats them up every night but what's done has been done and they couldn't reverse time now but trust them when they say if there was a chance to turn back time- every single one of them would.

Your velvety voice informed the stranger- your roommate, they heard Phoenicia mentioned after someone asked who that unknown was- where the mop was and stuff. Oh. It seemed like they were helping you clean the house. That just meant... shorter time with you.

The house was big and it took you hours cleaning the house alone (with breaks in between) so now with another helping hand, your time would be cut short. They didn't like this roommate of yours already. Not when they pulled you in close by your waist and nuzzled their face into your neck, eyes coldly glaring at the objects.

This wasn't right... your roommate wasn't human. Not completely.

You scoffed, flustered as you lightly pushed them away, lightly scolding them that you brought them here to clean not 'fool around'. A devious glint flashes your roommate's eyes as they whispered something in your ear that turned you beet red. "We're not alone, idiot! I told you this..." you mumbled, embarrassed and still a little flustered. "That's what makes it better, hm?" They continued nuzzling into your neck which turned into light kisses peppering down your neck and to your collarbone.

A sigh fell out your mouth and then a groan of annoyance as you stepped back from them, "After we clean up."

Sighing frustratingly, they complied and you two started cleaning up the house starting from the upstairs.

What the fuck...? The objects in your house just watched the intimate scene in front of them- some looked away, uneased and jealous while others couldn't tear their eyes away from the display of affection- angry and possessive of you when they didn't deserve to be but couldn't help it. Fuck.

This wasn't fair. What's worse was that it was completely fair. Why would you ever be with the objects who made your life a living hell during your stay in this house? All they could do was watch from afar at how you glow without them but with this roommate of yours and who knows what other objects back in your dorm- including that laptop.

The kitchen collectively sighed at they spotted your roommate mopping the floors there and wiping the kitchen counter- this means they wouldn't get a glimpse of you then with them cleaning the kitchen and not you.

Your roommate suddenly scoffed, "What? Upset that it's me cleaning you guys up and not them?"

They froze. Were they... talking to them? The objects? What-? Why- how?

"Don't freak out." They rolled their eyes, looking at them smugly, "I was an object before. I was realized," they said with a casual shrug.

"What?" Daisuke frowned, "How?"

Your roommate grinned at them with no kindness in them, more like a smug one, "I was their watch. The name's Roll Lex," Roll introduced themselves with a mock bow. "They bought me with their first paycheck back when they were sixteen- they saved up their lunch money and when they got a job at sixteen, with their first paycheck, they bought me."

The kitchen listened attentively, still wondering how this watch-turned-human managed to be realized. How was that possible...? Without the dateviators to-?

"Anyways, they lost me at nineteen and were devastated, they told me-" Roll was cut off by Miranda who asked, "They know?"

"Of course! We tell each other everything." Roll smiled innocently yet hidden in that pure smile was malice towards these objects who immediately understood the hidden meaning. So, they know how they used to treat you. Of course they would know! You couldn't possibly just carry such traumatic events inside you- that wasn't good nor healthy. They were glad you had someone to lean on after even though they couldn't be the one...

"Anyways, I don't know how it happened- but I turned into this person with a body and I immediately went to find them. They're everything to me." The look in Roll's eyes were filled with love and adoration- as if you were their god who they worshipped the floors you walk on. It didn't seem healthy to be so infatuated with you... It reminded them of how Fantina was with the previous houseowner.

"I know, I know," Roll waved them off, "It isn't healthy to be obsessed with them but I'm working on it in therapy," they rolled their eyes, pouting slightly with crossed arms, "Something you guys should've did before bashing on my poor human." The difference between the pouting and the now glare they sent to them had them suck in a breath. The quick mood change was scary.

"We know we haven't been... the nicest but- we truly wish to apologize-" Beverly started, "We don't deserve forgiveness but they deserve an apology from us... the whole house needs to give them an apology."

Roll narrowed their eyes at her before scoffing, "They don't want to talk to any of you. Even wearing the dateviators last night had them feeling uncomfortable and they didn't even talk to you guys!" They huffed in frustration, "God knows how many times I asked them to just sell this house or burn it-" they smirked at the fear in the faces of the kitchen and continued, "-but they're just too nice."

"I'll talk to them for you though. Tell them you're sorry and yadayada, y'know?" Roll shrugged, waiting for the others to reply. The others looked at each other before nodding. That was better than nothing. All they wanted was for you to understand that they acknowledge all the hurt and pain they've inflicted on you and wished for their apology to at least bring some comfort to you- now they could only hope for Roll to passed down their words.

Once the house was squeaky clean- both you and Roll collapsed on the couch, exhaling a loud sigh after a whole day of cleaning up the big ass house. "Finally, we're done." You gave a weak nod back to them, not noticing the devious glint in their eyes. "Y'know... you did promise me something."

Groaning, you looked at them with a 'Are you serious?' expression and turned away from them, eyes glued to the ceiling as you're still sprawled on the couch, "I'm tired."

You could feel Roll beside you shifting and crawling to you, sneaking themself into your open arms and laying on your chest as you wrapped an arm around them, "Well then, let's just lay here."

Smiling to yourself, you nodded and unknowingly fell into a deep slumber as they stared at your peaceful sleeping self and tracing the features on your face with a smile gracing their lips.

The objects in the living room pretended that they couldn't see the intimate display in front of them, turning away with a feeling akin to a punch in the gut. When was the last time they saw you this relaxed in your own house...? Not with them alone that's for sure but here you were- with another, sleeping soundly with no worries at all.

They could've been in Roll's place- instead, they chose to torment you before. Oh how they wished they could reverse time and be the one in your arms.

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Need to revive this account once in a while so here's some Link Click fanart (and it's just Lu Guang being haunted or grieving Cheng XiaoShi's death....)

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i'll sit w him 🥀🥀🥀

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The stalker breaking into the house is chefs kiss.

But here's an alternative ending to consider...the staker pulling the "if I can't have you no one can" card and waits in the readers house to kill them! But reader fights off the stalker and kills them in self defense.

This is something my grandma went through back in the 80s. Her ex-husband hired a hitman to kill her. But she worked at a phych ward for decades and she can fight because you never know when a patient is gonna throw hands. She not only fought off the hitman but she got him in a choke hold and he actually died! No jail time for her of course, life I'm prison for her ex-husband. This story and your writing inspired this little scenario.

So imagine the stalker breaks in again. The objects think "Here we go again," expecting more vandalism. But the stalker is looking around the house and takes a knife from the kitchen (yes Daisuke will be complicit in this attempted murder and the staker doesn't even know). Stalker hides and waits in silence for hours waiting for us to get home. The objects knowing what's going on are freaking out! Because let's face it no one hates us enough to want us to be FUCKING MURDERED like it's not that deep.

When we come home where none the wiser. The objects are trying so so so hard to warn us someway somehow. Flicker the lights, move something, knock something over, make a sound!Some of them hoping we put the Dateviators on so they can talk to us but it's pointless. And soon we're ambushed by someone who just can't let go.

But later when the stalker is dead everyone is just silent and probably a little (or incredibly) scared as we just call the police and calmly tell them we just killed someone. We've got cuts and bruises all over as we walk through the tossed over furniture and broken glass as we make our way to the kitchen. We finally put on the Dateviators and ask Kopi or Beverly for something to drink and just say "I know I'm nobody's favorite but I'd appreciate a drink. I don't know when I'll have a good drink again."

After we're released we get some seriously tough skin. We've been dealing with so much bullshit on our own and we got through it and we're so much stronger because of it. Who cares what anyone thinks or say or feels? Not us. We don't have time to wait for objects to process thier grief in a healthy way or treat people like people and not a silly puppet on a string that they can force to act how they want. We're not looking for their kindess or approval anymore... at least that my ending.

But is like to hear your thoughts.

DAMN UR GRANDMA SOUNDS LIKE SUCH A BADASS omg as she shld killing that son of a bitch and that ex-husband of hers... yeah u had it coming bru 🥀 as what jojo siwa said karma's a bitch 🤷‍♀️

Yeah, today was not it. You knew something was strange when your ex-roommate didn't actively seek you out throughout the day when you were in school but chose to give them the benefit of the doubt- maybe they went to therapy? That was definitely not the case now with them on top of you, a knife to your throat with fat tears rolling down their face, pleading with you and saying stuff like, "I didn't want to have to do this..." Were they serious? You were the one a slice away from death and they're the one crying? Your life was a fucking joke. A mere fanfic some shitty writer wrote for people to eat up on your misery. Well, you weren't going to let that happen.

Meanwhile, the objects were all in a panic- desperately trying to do something. All their creative ways to torment you flew right out the window as they fumbled with nothing and no ideas on how to aid you. Shitshitshit- they never wanted you dead! They blamed themselves for being absolutely useless when the stalker broke in again, some yelling at Dorian for letting this psycho in twice! It wasn't really Dorian's fault but they needed someone to blame and Dorian silently took it because he tried- truly, but your roommate was stronger.

The said stalker roommate proceeded to take the knife from the kitchen and their heart dropped. At first they were worried the intruder would tear up the place again but this time was different- this time they were going to hurt you and a human was much more delicate than an object.

Thus, when Wyndolyn informed the others that you were back, instantly Eddie and Volt flickered the lights, hoping you could find out that something wasn't right. When you entered the house, a picture frame that was hung on the wall went crooked- yet again, you didn't bat an eye and continued walking further in the house. At this point- all the objects were begging you to put on the dateviators so they could tell you that your psycho roommate wanted to kill you.

It was clear they failed to do so with you here pinned to the floor with your ex-roommate on top of you with a knife inches away from you. Thankfully, you weren't the weakest link- you had a black belt in karate and took some self-defense classes back in high school and now they're coming in handy.

Using all your strength, you pushed them away from you- being cut in the process by the knife that was now out of their grasp and slid away from across the room. With them groaning at the impact, you ran straight for the knife. Your psycho roommate immediately caught on and you two wrestled for a bit until you finally got the upper-hand and reached out for the knife and slit their throat. You could see the shock in their eyes as their blood spluttered all over you while they desperately grasped at their neck. Cringing at all the blood, you stood up and backed up to see them crawling towards you and dropped dead on the floor.

The house was eerily silent as you simply stared at the lifeless body. The objects gasped, they couldn't believe that you- the ever so patient one that had been taking their bullshit had just- killed someone and still stayed as calm as ever. They were terrified, trembling and shaking even though they weren't the ones getting hurt but the potential you had... underestimating the strength you held.

With unhurried movements, you took your phone from your pocket and dialed the police, telling them with such calmness that you had just killed someone in self-defense and to come here immediately to collect the corpse.

Cuts and bruises decorated your skin as you made your way to the kitchen, ignoring the tossed over furniture and broken glass with the dateviators on. You sighed, staring right at the coffee machine who gulped nervously in front of you. "Can I get a coffee?" Kopi relaxed then, blinking at you dumbfoundedly as you sigh again at her unresponsive state, "I know I'm nobody's favorite but I'd appreciate a drink." Kopi nodded vigorously and got to making your cup of coffee as you sighed, muttering a "Thanks. I don't even know when I'll have a good drink again."

When the objects heard that- they tensed up. What did you mean...? Well, you did just kill someone but it was because of self-defense! If that psycho didn't break in and try to kill you-!

Even so, the police escorted you to the station as you called your lawyer and then had your lawyer to give them a report of what had occurred. You did kill someone so the process was troubling. Once the whole thing was donezo and you were free to go- the objects noticed a shift of air on you.

Dealing with their bullshit was one thing and defending yourself from a killer was something else. They couldn't help but admire your strength but you couldn't care less. After all you've been through? You couldn't bring yourself to care about the opinions of some objects. The kindness you had been waiting for and the approval from them to accept you as their new homeowner- who cares? Not you. Not anymore.

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Yooo they actually got therapy? Sick

Now we need more

- Delulunon

yes therapy was very much needed for them 🥀🥀🥀 at least they have issues and they know it and did something abt it while the objects on the other hand... they could learn a thing or two from them

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Ur dead homeowner au got me maladaptive daydreaming like I've never before and I'm making everybody's problem /j

My mind came up with this either stupid or genius idea so sorry if I start rambling and it gets too long...

Imagine Reggie (aka Regina Rejection) being the only one (maybe other than like Skylar or smthn) that actually LIKES the reader. Not in a shallow way, or "I'm just being polite way", but actually like enjoys the reader's company and actually defends them against the other objects (which I know is ooc but bear with me, I have a point-)

I just imagine Reggie appearing after so many objects have rejected them and he's all excited cuz he's expecting DRAMA, smthn JUICY. Like, he's expecting the reader to be someone so incredibly sassy or hateful and he's about to revel in the notion that there is someone who's just as much a ragebaiter as he is but when he does finally appear, all he finds is something...pathetic.

It's nothing dramatic, nothing exciting, it's just...sad. The reader isn't even being rejected because they did something that really set ppl off, they just...exist and everybody hates them for it.

Everybody's grieving and they're pinning all that unchecked emotional baggage on an innocent person and I like to think Reggie absolutely hates that. He hates when the concept of hate is used for stupid reasons like "they don't act like this dead person I miss so that means they deserve all the shit they get".

So imagine Reggie befriends the reader (maybe even more? Wink wink?) and actually TEACHES them to be sassy and self-confident. His moto is now "If they hate you for no reason? GIVE THEM A REASON" like he's all why waste all this good hate wallowing when you could use it to your own advantage.

Now gone is the soft and gentle new homeowner and in comes someone who actually knows their worth thanks to the literal concept of Rejection, and takes NO SHIT from anyone and they don't have anyone to blame but themselves.

Oh, Stefan burned their food again out of spite? Good luck having a rusty stove top then, I ain't cleaning your shit in weeks. Deal with the fall out.

Rebel starts talking shit? To the far corner of the attic with you, where you can collect dust along with Vaughn.

Hector acting outta line? Guess who's buying a new AC unit!

And any time someone tries to tell them off, Reggie's just there to call out their hypocrisy like "Tf did you expect? For them to just take your bs forever? Did you just expect them to be a doormat for eternity? Y'all are such pathetic losers lmao."

And anytime reader fights back with their own brand of menace, Reggie just stands looking so proud and lovesick like "Hell Yeah! You're doing great, sweetie!"

*ahem* anyways, thank you for coming to my Ted talk. I love Reggie and I want him to be the unexpected guiding light for the Reader, thank you very much.

Love your work btw!! Chef's kiss! 😚👌🏻✨

Staying for only a month or two and the objects had started this one-sided beef with you for no apparent reason. Their excuse for this sudden hatred towards you? You were 'replacing' their old houseowner and weren't acting as they would be. Why the fuck would you? You were your own person! But you were understanding... too understanding. Too nice. You let them all step all over you with a patient smile on your face- hoping that they' soon wake up from their blind hatred and accept you.

For now, you're getting rejected time and time again by almost all of the objects in the house- and it doesn't even stop there! You managed to develop a hate relationship with the personified of nightmare and existential dread! Seriously, what god did you pissed off? How could this many things alike despise you so-?

Reggie was having the time of his life feeling the rejection in the air! Deciding to finally show himself- eager to see who was this asshole that could get almost a hundred objects to hate them. You might just be his kind of guy. Excited and jittery, he turned up to witness Cam telling you to, "Fuck off, asshole!" and vanished as the trashcan fell (on purpose, he's sure) the contents of it spread across the floor as you sighed, getting on your knees to clean it up. Reggie cringed at the sight, you who were so focus on cleaning up you didn't even notice him.

The sight was... pathetic.

He wasn't expecting an evil mastermind dictator- no. Perhaps a ragebaiter such as himself filled with sass and a pinch of hate in them but you were anything but. One glance at you was enough to know what kind of person you were.

Gentle, polite, kind and patient. Ugh, Reggie's going to barf.

Then... what was all that about? Cam left calling you an 'asshole' but an 'asshole' wouldn't be cleaning up his trash. This was just plain pathetic and... sad. Once you were done cleaning up, you went to the sink to wash your hands only for the water to splash all over you which had you wincing and turning the tap off. Your upper body being soaked.

The look on your face had Reggie even feeling sorry for you.

You just... existed. How could they hate you for just living? Was this hatred coming from them because of the old houseowner? Was that it? Just because they were grieving- hell, he spent some time mourning as well- so this was an excuse to pin all their unchecked emotional baggage on you? Reggie was a lot of things but the thought of an innocent pure soul such as yourself being a victim to all these objects who lacks emotional intelligence (and critical thinking) was genuinely pissing him off. He hated how the concept of 'hate' was used for stupid reasons such as this.

When you turned to find a towel, Reggie was right next to you handing one that he simply took from the table beside him. "Here you go."

"Thanks...?" Your wide eyes were a clear sign that not one of these objects had served you with even the slightest bit of kindness.

You dried yourself off and was going to say something but suddenly widened your eyes in fear, quickly apologizing, "I'm so sorry! I didn't even ask who you were! I'm so rude- forgive me, please-" Reggie's eyebrows knitted together, feeling uneased and cut you off, "Hold your horses- you don't gotta apologize for nothin', alright? Ya hear me?" He placed both his hands on your shoulders, looking straight at you.

"I-" You were at loss of words- no one had treated you this... nice?

"Right," Reggie sighed, placing a hand on his hip, "I'm Regina Rejection," he introduced himself to you, an air of of danger around him that you could sense but... strangely enough you felt quite safe with him. If his name is anything to go by- he's the personified of 'rejection' then.

"You can call me Reggie," he added as you nodded. "That's a really pretty name, Reggie!" You thought the compliment would had him smiling and yet you were met with a disappointed shake of the head, "Tsk, tsk. Oh no, honey- You're too nice!" You flinched at his outburst which had him softened his eyes but still looking annoyed. Not annoyed at you- but perhaps at how, as he put it, nice you were.

"Let's make a deal, alright?" You blinked and then slowly nodded. "You not even gonna ask what the deal is?" Reggie looked at you with a questioning stare, raising a brow at your dumb expression.

"R-Right! What kind of deal...?" you asked hesitatingly.

"I'm gonna give you some lessons to stand up for yourself!" Reggie place an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close, "Look- these objects hate your guts-" you winced at the silent admission being acknowledged aloud, "So-! I say, we give them a reason to hate you." The smirk on his face had you gulping nervously on what to expect for your future 'lessons'. "They hate you for no apparent reason, right?" With your nod, he continued, "Then why waste such hate? Grasp it and embrace it! Use it to your advantage," Reggie finished, using his free hand to poke your chest.

"But I-" Reggie released you from his touch, "No buts!" He crossed his arms, giving you a warning glare. "Then- what do you get in return?" The expression on his face had you nervously gulping as he smirked proudly, "Why, I get to witness rejection and taste the hate of course! Nothing better than to see hate being spread among objects and people alike," the beautiful man said with a proud smirk and you couldn't help but crack a smile of your own. It was... sweet to see this man being all happy about things people deem negative and yet he was the only one that treated you the best- it was ironic. How could the personified version of rejection who thrives on hate be so kind?

Your lessons were hard at first- you not knowing how to defend yourself, always too timid and scared; Reggie had called you a 'people pleaser' which you didn't bother to argue back because the fact was, you were. Reggie seemed to know you better than you know yourself or anyone for that matter. Your bond with him grew and it was clear that there wasn't truly a 'deal' in this- though, yes, you both do get your own respective benefits in it but truthfully- Reggie just wanted you to be happy.

The objects noticed how you changed the more you hung around Reggie- definitely not a good sign. Only then did they realize how they had heavily taken advantage of your good nature. Long gone was the soft and gentle you- now it's replaced with one that was under the influence of Reggie's ways and honestly? They couldn't bring themselves to blame you or him- it was their fault in the end of the day.

So, when Stefan decided to burn your food- you promptly dumped the food into the trash and left it as it was. The stove remained rusty and dirty for weeks on end. Stefan had never felt any worse- especially when you installed a new stove right beside him. Instantly, panic filled in him- were you going to remove him then? What's going on? And Reggie had the nerve to appear in front of him and mocked his state. "Who told you to burn the human's food, hm? Isn't cooking your job and yet you couldn't even do that. Human thinks you're broken- useless. Well, you are getting a little... rusty, huh?"

The rest of the kitchen witnessed Stefan being removed from the house just like that- fear in their hearts, scared to be the next.

The bathroom wasn't safe either. The minute Rebel spoke when you entered the bathroom with the dateviators- immediately, you brought out a new squeaky shiny rubber duck and place it where Rebel's duck was. Rebel? Inside the trash where you later tied up and threw into the outside garbage can.

Reggie high-fived you when you entered, flashing you a grin which you returned with your own and consumed with joy- you embraced Reggie, holding him close and tight as he hugged back. "I'm proud of you, baby. Don't ever let anyone treat you like that again," Reggie muttered in your ear, pulling away as he does so. You were still in each others arms as he used a hand to move your hair away from your face and leaned in close. You sucked in a breath, waiting for when he would close the gap but it never came. "Now, who would be our next victim?" His voice filled with trouble whispering in your ear that sent shivers down your spine in delight.

"Well, it's awfully hot in here, huh?" you replied back, eyes drifting to the vents. "And it's summer. Oh, you poor thing," Reggie puckered his lips into a pout, exaggerating his words.

The day you replaced the whole A/C unit in your home- Celia decided she had to take some sort of action. The 'mayor' of the house came forward after the people who replaced the A/C went back home seeing you in Reggie's arms on your bed. "Oh, what're you doing here?" he asked while Celia simply ignored him.

"I need to speak to you, human." You nodded, gesturing her to continue. Celia cleared her throat before speaking, "This isn't right. You can't replace these objects- the old houseowner wouldn't-"

"Well, they're dead," you said, eyes glued to the wall with a blank expression, "This is my house now and I can do whatever I damn please with it. The stove kept burning my food, the duck was old and rude and you know how much I hate the heat, so how could I put up with an A/C that doesn't do its job?" Your eyes were now on Celia who looked tensed, her brows knitted together as she stared at you like you were some sort of monster. "Ask yourself- if you were the almighty human in the house; would you be stupid enough to have some broken objects staying here without doing their jobs?" Celia's reply never came and you smirked, "Exactly."

Face red in anger, Celia spluttered, "I-"

"Hey, could you actually just leave us alone?" Reggie chimed in, "Seriously, did you expect them to take your bullshit forever? To be a doormat for all of eternity? Be so for real."

Defeated, Celia nodded, not even bothering with regards as she just left.

"You were so hot when you told her off." You tilted your head up from Reggie's chest to see him with proud adoration in his eyes. A chuckle escaped your lips as your cheeks turned a pretty pink, you mumbled a "Thanks" and took his hand in yours and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles, "I couldn't have done it without you."

A sigh was heard above you as you felt Reggie playing with your hair, "Well, you are a great student." You snorted, "That's not what you said when you first started teaching me."

"Oh, whatever." Reggie then pushed you gently off his chest and to the soft bed, straddling your lap as he leaned close with his forehead touching yours. "Could you tell me off too? Hm?"

Snorting, you narrowed your eyes at Reggie and teased him, "Oh, how much I hate how you for not treating me like shit like everyone here does." Reggie burst into laughter, leaning towards you and holding your shoulders for balance, "Good one, babe!"

You let out your own chuckle as you clasped Reggie's face with your hands and pulled him close as you two sealed a kiss. Who knew rejection could taste so sweet?