#👾🌙|| ToxicNight

[m00nbunny1]

Oughhhhhhh..... ❤❤❤ Me to him <3

Who doing this with their f/o rn?

[m00nbunny1]

F/obruary Day 4 - Arcade! ❤

Arcade date! This was a must for Griefer ngl :P I'm pretty proud on how it came out! Very cute, I gotta admit.

❤ Now playing: Kiss Her You Fool - Kids that Fly ❤

[m00nbunny1]

❤ Welcome, to the Love of Your Dreams! 💐

@niko-aspin Love Tales AU! I really love it, and it's so cute and sweet and ughhhhhHhHHHH-.... It's just adorable :)

❤ Now playing: When You Wish Upon a Star - A. Krishna (Ethereal Remix) ❤

💘 Now playing: From the Start - Good Kid (Cover) 💘

[m00nbunny1]

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!! 💚💚💚💚

I know you're opening up for requests so is it okay if the player wears lipstick and kisses griefer everywhere until he gets ticklish? :D

"Waiter! Waiter! one Player x Griefer please!"

ToxicHero jumpscare incoming :3

[m00nbunny1]

Oughhhhhhhhh.... 💞💞💞💞

You don't need to be a "better" version of yourself for your f/o to love you. They adore you now. You don't need to be smarter, funnier, quieter, whatever it may be. You just need to be you, and they'll adore you for it. You're more than enough just existing the way you are.

[m00nbunny1]

I LOVE MY HUSBANDS SO MUCHHHHH!!! ❤❤❤❤❤

Your f/o just finished ranting about how much they love you, by the way!

[m00nbunny1]

YES SIR!

go, kiss that fictional character

[m00nbunny1]

HHEHEHEHEHEH ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

Hey!

It’s me!

Your f/o!

I hacked this person’s tumblr account to tell you I love you!

I have to go now!

Love you!! <3

[m00nbunny1]

..... UGHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO SWEET ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- GR13F3R Romantic Headcanons

[ The Player! Reader Edition. ]

Author's Note: There are some spoilers ahead.

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•] After his recovery from getting defeated, GR1EF3R was more than beyond pissed that his Dad is telling him to apologize to you. Sure... He did a lot of bad things and initially sent people to get rid of you but... You had it coming! You were trying to steal the Venomshank from him!

•] Now, he's standing awkwardly in your presence once you have returned to Turitopulis. His Dad was standing behind him, waiting and watching if his son would stick to his words. GR1EF3R'S arms are folded across his chest, trying to look cool under the heavy pressure on his shoulders.

"Y0U'R3 B4CK, PUNK... HMPH, T0OK YOU LONG ENOUGH. I 4LMOST TH0UGHT TH4T YOU GOT M4UL3D BY TH3 BE4STS 1N TH3 JUNGL3. Kind of a shame that you didn't...—" — "BRAD!" — "GAH!"

•] His entire apology was pretty pathetic, it was rather pitiful to watch him struggle to get the words out to apologize to you. If anything, his ego wasn't bruised, no. It felt like it was run over by a bullet train, smacked onto the ground, before it was set on fire with humiliation.

•] But... since Mayor Thaniyel wanted you two to get along, he had left you two alone to spend time with each other. GR1EF3R'S obviously repulsed by it. Why should he spend time with the one who beat the crap out of him? He was right about to leave, most likely to return to the big tree in the jungle, until you suggested that you two go to the arcade. Your treat.

•] The next thing you know, GR1EF3R'S hogging up all the prizes of each claw machine in the arcade, being surprisingly good at it.

•] Originally, he was planning to make you go bankrupt but... the moment you started cheering for him as the claw in the machine latches onto a plushed toy, something inside of him clicked, and he changed his mind. So, instead of you, he made the arcade bankrupt instead.

•] As you two headed out of the arcade, carrying four heavy bags of every prize that you won, GR1EF3R realized something. Something that felt... good. He's finally experiencing the feeling of having a companion. Not in online, but purely in reality.

•] He genuinely feels bad. Even after everything he did... You still managed to put up with him. Perhaps that's the reason why he hates you. He thinks you're too soft. You remind him of his Dad. People like you shouldn't...—Wait. No. What the hell is he thinking? He shouldn't care about stuff like this! Especially after you whooped his ass.

•] He's still pissed about it.

•] Regardless, he was pretty upset when he realized that you were going to leave Turitopulis soon. Right... He almost forgot that you were always up and about, rushing off to another one of your adventures or something...

•] It was like you helped him piece together the fragile parts of his heart, only to crush it with your own foot right after you were finished.

•] ...why did you have to leave when he finally found solace in your presence?

•] When the day of your departure arrived, you were met with a disgruntled GR1EF3R.

"H3Y, PUNK. Y0U GOT A PH0N3, R1GHT? ...HUH? WH4T DO YOU M3AN YOU DON'T H4VE—...? UGH, F1NE. H3RE, H4VE TH1S."

•] The next thing you know, GR1EF3R is handing you a cellular phone. From the looks of it, it looks outdated compared to its present-time counterparts. His old phone, perhaps?

"TSK... WHY D1D I EXP3CT TH4T YOU W0ULDN'T OWN ON3...? Maybe it's because you look broke."

•] Says the one who gave his old phone instead of buying a new one.

•] Going through the old phone though, there was one thing that you realized. GR1EF3R's number is in your contacts.

"L3T ME G3T SOM3TH1NG STR4IGHT... DON'T TH1NK TH4T TH3RE'S SOM3TH1NG GO1NG ON B3TWEEN US. GOT 1T? W1TH THE M4SS1VE Z3R0 IN Y0UR FR13ND'S L1ST? YOU SH0ULD BE GR4T3FUL TH4T I'M GIV1NG Y0U MY NUMB3R IN TH3 F1RST PL4CE. NOW GO. 1'M T1R3D OF LO0K1NG AT YOUR F4CE."

•] Not even ten minutes later after you left, he's asking his Dad about when you're going to come back. Looking over to the prizes that you two won in the arcade... He felt ticked off. All of it reminds him of you, surging a bittersweet feeling in his chest because of the short time you spent together.

•] So... when you arrived at your next destination, your phone was being blown up by messages from GR1EF3R. It was just simple messages like 'Hey, you alive?' or 'Hope the plane didn't crash.' but still. It's kind of amusing how he went from wanting you dead to being worried about your status.

•] Messages like this continued between the two of you. Slowly, it shifted to the point that you two had this little texting thing going on between each other. GR1EF3R'S obviously curious about what's going on in your line though. For example, he's asking what's it like retrieving the Ghostwalker? Did you have a tough time fighting enemies? You had to give him updates every hour or so because he wouldn't stop bugging you.

•] Until... you checked your most recent message from him. Exhausted from running away from the enemies trying to get you, you hid away into a secluded spot to regain some energy. You eventually pulled out your phone to check your contacts, and as expected, there was a new message from GR13FER.

"H3Y, SO. TH1S'LL BE OUTT4 POCK3T BUT 4RE Y0U PL4NN1NG TO H3AD B4CK TO TUR1TOPUL1S SO0N? TH3RE'S TH1S N3W 4IRS0FT PL4CE OP3N1NG SOON AND, I N3ED A P4RTNER."

•] Proceeding, he argues that he's totally not asking you out, totes!

"SO... WH3N 4M I GO1NG TO P1CK YOU UP FR0M THE A1RP0RT?"

[m00nbunny1]

He would do this though 💀

Ok

[m00nbunny1]

Me :)

When your comfort ship is your own selfship

[m00nbunny1]

❤❤❤❤❤❤😭😭😭

What? Of course you don't need to change who you are for your f/o! They love you for you, remember? That means all of you! The sad, the happy, the angry moments, the times when you're scared, they love and support it all! You're enough for them, it's the truth! They'll tell you a million times over if you need it! They'll make sure you never ever forget it!

[m00nbunny1]

I'M MELTINGGGGGGGGGGGG 💚💚💚💚💚💚

╰ㅤ₊ㅤ๋࣭ㅤreader x gr13f3r　 confession　 ᠀

ꔛ word count: 753⠀╱⠀established friendship + crush 。

(¬_¬")⠀⠀⠀note ⠀╱⠀my ass cannot write smth more than 780 words long erm...yeah....more griefer i love him sm sm sigh i want to smooch him till he can't say anything comprehensible,,also yeah i see he doing this sht like yeah idk,,edit uh,changed 1 thing cause i just wrote the same thing again lol

Griefer was the epitome of immaturity and insensitivity, a walking disaster who thrived on chaos and violence. He relished in commanding others with brute force, going as far as having his father forcibly extract the Venomshank for him.

Now, here he was, standing by the very river where you two had first met as toddlers, struggling to get out the cheesiest words he could muster. It was surreal—how could something so simple be so difficult? He had even watched movies to prepare for this moment, which he would never admit to anyone—except maybe his gorilla pet, the only one privy to the embarrassing secret that he had a massive crush on you. But now, Griefer was a complete mess, unable to string a coherent sentence together without stuttering like a fool. He, of all people, blushing like some schoolgirl confessing to her first crush—it was mortifying!

Taking a deep, shaky breath, Griefer finally blurted out, “L00K, PUNK—I, UH—I L1K3 Y0U A L0T… 3RM… CAN W3 G0 0UT S0M3T1M3? W3 C0ULD G0 T0 TH3 ARCAD3 1F Y0U WANT—N0T THAT 1 CAR3 0R ANYTH1NG… UH, 3RM, CAN W3 HANG 0UT—L1K3 A DAT3? N0, N0T A DAT3! JU5T A HANG 0UT! Y3AH, THAT!”

The words came out in a jumbled rush, faster than he intended, leaving Griefer standing there, heart pounding so hard it felt like it might leap out of his chest,what was he even thinking? Calling you to come to that place? Too cheesy! Stuttering in front of you? Pathetic! And just brushing off his attempt in asking you out? God- Embarrassing! He waited, every nerve in his body tense as he anticipated your response, but when nothing came, he panicked even more, brushing it off with forced bravado.

“WA1T, F0RG3T THAT—1T W4S N0TH1NG—HA! J-JU5T A J0K3, ALR1GHT PUNK? JU5T A J0K3.”

Awkward silence hung in the air as Griefer mentally berated himself for how disastrously wrong everything had gone. What had he been thinking, bringing you here of all places? The whole scenario was too cheesy, and his stuttering made him feel like an absolute idiot—God, could this get any more humiliating?

For a moment, he stared at the ground, too embarrassed to meet your eyes. The smile on your face only made him feel worse, as if you were mocking him silently. His palms grew sweaty—though he convinced himself it was just the heat of the jungle—and he took another deep breath, trying to muster the courage to speak again.

“L00K, PUNK, 1—”

But before he could finish, you gently placed a hand on his cheek, and he froze, blushing furiously. What were you doing? He stared at you in bewilderment, his heart skipping a beat as he took in how stunning you looked up close. No, he couldn’t think like that—he was already embarrassed enough.

“PUNK, WHAT AR3 Y—”

His words were cut off as your lips suddenly met his, and Griefer’s brain short-circuited. Panic surged through him, and if he could blush any deeper, he would’ve turned into a human tomato. What was he supposed to do? He’d never kissed anyone before—not properly, anyway. The closest he’d come was a peck on the cheek from a girl back in high school, which didn’t count for much. But now, here you were, the person he actually liked,the person he actually thought of without any violent thoughts before going to sleep,kissing him, and all he could think was how utterly unprepared he was.

Slowly, as if moving through a dream, Griefer raised a hand to your hair, his fingers awkwardly threading through it before trailing down to your cheek. Okay, maybe he was getting the hang of this. His other hand found its way to your hip, pulling you closer, and he tried—really tried—not to mess this up. Which,spoiler!, of course, he did.

After what felt like an eternity—an agonizing, yet heavenly eternity—you both pulled apart. Griefer stared at you, his mind reeling. That… was actually a good kiss, especially for his first time. But then reality set in, and the nerves came rushing back. He had just kissed you—no, YOU had kissed HIM! He always thought he’d be the one to make the first move, and now he felt even more stupid. Who could blame him, though? He was just a hopeless guy in love.

Taking a deep, trembling breath, he looked at you, his hands still slightly shaky, and with all the courage he could muster, he blurted out one last request:

“C-CAN W3 K1SS AGA1N?”

[m00nbunny1]

omg.... 😍😍😍😍😍

You're really cold, huh? It sure would be a shame if your F/O we're to suddenly pull you into a warm hug... Better hope they don't bring you your favorite warm drink, even worse a blanket...

[m00nbunny1]

CUTEEEEEEE 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

ARTIST READER X GRIEFER PLEASEE

I BEG ON MY KNEES FOR THIS CONTENT I ALREADY LOVE YOUR STUFF (saw the cruel king one and as a griefer simp I approve!!)

TYYYSM!!

Griefer x artist!reader (hcs)

Even before you and Griefer were dating, he’d always known about you and your, as he phrased it, “stupid drawings.”

Normally, he’d pretend to have zero interest in it, as far as you were concerned.

However, there were the occasional times when he’d snatch your sketchbook (or whatever it was you’d use to draw,) right out of your hands and began skimming through it, despite your objections.

Now, knowing Griefer, you were expecting him to laugh in your face, maybe toss your art supplies in a hole somewhere, typical stuff like that.

Honestly, the guy who spends most of his time in his messy room, playing games all day? Obviously he wouldn’t care for something like this.

But his face actually seemed to soften a bit as he carefully eyed your illustrations. Almost like he was actually enjoying them.

After a bit, you took it back from him.

Griefer cleared his throat and looked elsewhere.

“Y0U’R3, UH…Y0U’R3 A PR3TTY G00D DRAW3R.”

“Drawer.” You couldn’t help but laugh at that a little.

When you both got closer and actually began dating, he still appreciated and loved every single piece of art you make, and this time actually learned to ask before seeing it. (which took a lot of practice, I should add.)

He likes to present some of your stuff to his father, too.

“Y0, Y0, DAD, L00K AT TH!S! Y/N MAD3 IT. C00L, R!GHT??”

- sometimes you'll visit him, having brought a huge sketchbook with you, just for the two of you to draw in together.

- his drawings are pretty messy. This dude was probably the type of kid to have a death grip on a crayon and color with as much force as possible.

- can NOT color inside the lines to save his life.

- despite all this, he thinks he's absolutely amazing at it.

- do NOT invite him to paint with you. It'll end up everywhere but the canvas.

- You'll be questioning how he managed to get it on the ceiling.

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[m00nbunny1]

This is totally me and him btw ❤❤❤❤

Imagine you and your f/o:

proship/darkship/neutral DNI