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[cryingatships]

saw ur recent BMF post abt the post credit scene and that moment takes place 2 years before the future-timeline kawi arrives at or at least that's what i think is happening. this is backed up by the fact it's the 8 year anniversary (as kawi only time travels 10 years back and forward, meaning this moment is in the in between years we don't see). i could be wrong though!

Oh, yes, that may be it! I honestly forgot that he was travelling back 10 years each time. Me and my memory issues :')

I think it's probably the last (or the second last, maybe) 'anniversary' during which Pisaeng is still in contact with Kawi cause we know that he cuts Kawi and the others off one year back. (Really hope I'm not messing up the years again. The clown hat is always firmly on lmao)

Gotta give it to Pisaeng though, he is a VERY patient guy. Imagine gifting 'anniversary' gifts to your unrequited crush each year for 8 years straight. While he's still in a committed reationship.

EDIT- I was gonna end this here and post it but then, I suddenly had a thought and went back to the ep to recheck some stuff

So, in part 3/4 of today ep ie ep 7, during the confrontation (?? can we call it that??) with Pear, Kawi says that he signed with a big company 2 years ago. That should be in the same year Pisaeng gives his 8 year 'anniversary' gift to Kawi.

But, during the gift giving, Pisaeng says that Kawi has a day for everyone and everything—a 'band anniversary' with Fluke. So, apparently, back in year 8, during the time of Pisaeng's gift-giving, Kawi's band is still doing ok.

Then, where does the company come in?

We know that the members went their separate paths after the band broke up.

But acc to available info, 2 years back the band was doing ok still together, so why would Kawi sign up in the company as a soloist? But Kawi DOES sign with the company in the same year.

Timeline clash? Cos the time's not matching up.

There could still be many possibilities tho. Suppose the entire band signed with the company TOGETHER, but then they broke up. Some members broke the contract and went their ways. Or some members are still together with the same company but are working secretly. Or, the band breaking up and Kawi signing with the company was all done within the span of a few weeks to months. Possibilities are slim but endless.

I dunno what actually happened now XD I just wrote a lot of stuff and honestly reading back, the whole thing feels fuzzy to me.

My brain feels like soup and time related sums always gave me nightmares back in hs :')

But, I do love discussing my beloved shows, so lots n lots of thanks for telling me!! Have a great day/night, and may your weekend be full of lots of rest and good bls! <333

[thegoober010]

HI the mettaton headcanons were AMAZING I LOVED THEM!!

Ok I have a bit of a specific request SO IF YOU CANT DO IT I WONT BE UPSET!!

But could you do a oneshot where Mettaton finds reader’s drawings of him, and old love letters they never gave him, and he realizes they love him AND THEN READER FINDS HIM LOOKING THROUGH THEM AND SJFJFJFJDJFJJD sorry im SO NORMAL ABOUT METTATON

-🐾 (im claiming my place as paw print anon now)

OMG I AM SO SORRY I DID NOT SEE THIS EARLIER GRRRR I WAS BEING SILLY YESTERDAY BUT I AM BACK ON TRACK NOW 😈😈

AND ALSO HELL YEAH I CAN DO IT DEARIE OMG TYSM IM GLAD YA LIKED THE HEADCANONS <33!!

I SHALL GLADY DO THIS REQUEST PAW PRINT ANON!!!

also IMA DO IT LIKE THAT THEY'RE ALREADY TOGETHER JUST THAT LIKE reader got too shy to give the letters/drawings and such to him even after they got together/didn't see the point after YA KNOW ANYWAYS LETS GET INTO IT

as usual gn! reader <3!!

TW/CWS -> NONE JUST FLUFF <3!!!!

word count -> 1.8k/1,848

"Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever?"

"Thanks so much for helping me out Mettaton!" You grinned as you picked up the huge overfilled box with your clothes. Mettaton turned his head over to you as you spoke, giving you a playful smirk, " Awe no need to thank me darling~! I'm always happy to help you out, especially since it's helping you move out into my home." Mettaton replied flipping his hair as he looked for any more boxes to put into the trunk of your car. Your face turns a light shade of pink due to his little pet names. You let out a soft chuckle as you open the door "Heh, still thank you, Uh I think there might be a few more boxes in the basement, could ya check for me?" You ask. Mettaton nods "Of course dearie~! Leave it up to me!" he says putting a hand on his hip before walking down to the basement to check for anymore boxes.

As you walk out to put the box in the trunk you slouch onto the side of the car, letting out a soft sigh. Jesus these boxes were heavy! Sometimes you forget how much stuff you buy.

As you were relaxing outside and taking a break from all the heavy lifting Mettaton was searching all throughout the basement. He was checking every crook and crevice of the basement so that he wouldn't accidentally leave anything behind. His metallic feet making a loud clanging noise as he walked, his eyes shifted over to a small box on the side of a dusty desk. He raised a brow as he quickly made his way to it. "Hehe, almost didn't notice this!" Mettaton giggled to himself as he gently grabbed the box and inspected it. As he moved it up to his eye level a small note escaped out of the open box. He raised a brow before bending down and picking it up. He inspected the note quickly, seeing how the envelope was open he let himself look inside. He took out the small note from the envelope, a small peek never hurt anybody, right? He skimmed over the note, his metallic body quickly heating up as he read every word from it.

'Mettaton, I wanted to give you this note because I've been wanting to tell you how much I truly love you, I love you more than anyone I have ever met, you're one of the first people, or well robots, to have ever made me feel this way. My heart beats a trillion times faster when I'm with you, I start to sweat and I dont know what to say, you just catch my attention every time you're near me or talk to me, you're one of the bets things to have ever happened to me and to have appeared in my life, no one has ever caught my attention like you. I hope you know what I mean, I hope you say the same to me, I hope you love me the same, because I love you so much more than you could ever imagine, I love you, so so much.' Mettaton read the note, over, and over, and over again. Each time he read it he could feel his body heat up and his heart (or well metallic heart- or monster heart? not even sure-) beat 10 times faster. A playful smirk quickly formed on his lips before he put the note back in, his eyes heart shaped as he placed the box down onto the desk. He opened up the box and saw even more letters. He grabbed a few of them and opened them, he read them as quickly as possible to not make it seem like he's taking to much time down in the basement.

'Ugh I don't even know why I feel like this, Mettaton I love you so much more than you could ever imagine, I know this note is a bit stupid, I know you probably would never like me back, but I just wish I could tell you already, I hope I don't just give up on this note like all the others but anyways I love you so much Mettaton, I genuinly do and I hope you feel the same. Ive never felt like this with anybody besides you. I feel like being with you my whole life, I feel like spending all my time with you, I want to spend all my time with you give you all my attention and love. I want to be with you for as long as I possibly can! I hope we can. I love you so much.' Mettaton could not stop reading these notes, god they were just so sweet! Mettaton let out a soft laugh, "Did they really think I wouldn't have liked them? Pff, this cutie really had no idea how much I loved them before huh." Mettaton thought out loud. He quickly opened up all the other notes, reading them. His body was currently overheating from joy and love. His pupils were heart shaped as he read through all of these little love notes that you had never given to him before. "I wonder why they didn't tell me about these notes now that we're together! Hehehe, I'll have to ask them later." He muttered, you both were daring after all, so he's a tads bit confused why you never gave him these notes after you confessed to him, he understands these were form way before you had confessed, but he wonders why you never gave them to him now that you two are together after all they're from the past and they honestly are super sweet.

He let out a soft chuckle before grabbing all the letters and organizing them. He closed them and peered inside the box once more before putting back the letters. He noticed a few more papers inside. Mettaton turned his head over to the stairs which led to the living room floor. He didn't hear any footsteps so he assumed it was safe to check. He grabbed the papers and gently placed them on the desk, he flipped through them. They were all little doodles of you and him together. They were mainly of you two going on dates and your little date ideas or about you thinking of him. He placed a hand on his mouth as he let out little giggles. His body was overheating as he looked through each one of them. As he looked through each of them he couldn't help but have a huge smile on his face. While he was giggling and smiling like an idiot at these notes and drawings he wasn't really paying much attention to his surroundings so he didn't hear you coming down to the basement, but once he heard your voice it was too late, you had caught him in the act of looking at your old and meant-to-be secret love-letters and doodles.

"Hey Mettaton I think that was all the boxes are ya done hereeee-..... uh- honey.... what are you doing...?" You ask as you had been making your way downstairs. You stopped midway on the stairs as you realized he had found that old box filled with your old love-letters and drawings. Mettaton turned his head over to you, a laugh escaped his lips and a playful smirk formed on his face as he saw your red, embarrassed face. "Hello darling! Nothing much just looking at these wonderful little drawings and letters you made to me in the past! Hopefully ya don't mind dear!" Mettaton replied putting the drawings and letters back gently. He closed the box and carried it, he walked over to you and looked down at your blushing, embarrassed face. He pinched your cheek as he laughed "No need to be so embarrassed! These are adorable I think I'll keep them!" Mettaton grinned, you tried to take away the box but due to his tall stature he was able to keep them out of your reach by holding them higher. "Mettaton!! Those are private! You weren't ment to find them! They're really old they're from before we got together and- and they're really bad!" You replied, your tone filled with shame as you crossed your arms, you hid your face with one of your hands trying to hide your embarrassment and just yourself in general as if that would work.

Mettaton smirked and shook his head. "But they're cute! I like them! So what if they're old and cheesy? They just show how much you really love me, no need to be so embarrassed!" Mettaton chuckled ruffling your hair. You grumbled in response causing Mettaton to take your hand of your face and pinch your cheek once more, admiring your cute features. "You look so adorable when you're all embarrassed like this! Just look at you darling so cute~!" he teased causing you to stumble all over your words. You let out a grumble.

"I'm taking these with us dearie! Now come on let's get going so we can move everything in early! We wouldn't want to be unpacking all your stuff late at night now would we? We don't want you missing out on your beauty rest hehe!" Mettaton giggled before using his arm to pick you up. Despite your many protests he loved picking you up, being able to keep you so close to him physically and being able to show everyone how close you two are made him very happy for some reason, it felt like he was able to show you off like this and he loved it! He giggled as he brought you two to the car, he placed you down so that he could open the back car door and place the small box on the seat. Once he did he closed the door and looked down at you. "Awe don't look at me like that dear~! It's not my fault your little love letters were so cute that I want to keep them." Mettaton remarked noticing your blushing face. "Ugh it's just a bit embarrassing is all..." You mumbled.

Mettaton placed his hand on his hip. He put his other hand on his chin as he seemed to think for a bit. "Hmmm, well, no need to be embarrassed! Those little notes just show how much you love me darling~!" he smirked. "Now come on, get in the car so we can get going, I want to get home and relax with you already!" Mettaton smiled as he bent down to give your face multiple little pecks on your cheeks, forehead and lips, leaving you all red in the face and feel embarrassed but also lovely. You gave him a peck on the cheek before nodding. "Fine, fine, let's get going then." You reply with a soft smile forming. He grins widely as he played with you hair. "Good~! Oh and- don't be scared to make me some new letters or drawings hehehe!! I'll appreciate every single one of them!" "Hm, fine, if that's what you want my love." You reply.

"Heh, I love you so much darling!"

[twisted-sickfics]

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hi friends! here’s my first fic on this blog, i hope i do it justice! and thanks sm to the anon who sent in this request, i hope you enjoy! <3 now here’s 1.8k of sick sneezy alastor

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It’s not exactly out of the ordinary for no one to have eyes on Alastor for quite some time, however it seems that he’s been missing from the hotel for nearly the entire day now.

“I’m just saying, it’s odd,” Charlie explains to a very uninterested Vaggie. It seems not everyone harbors the same worry in their heart for one of Hell’s Overlords. “We’d usually see him around, like, once or twice! Now it’s just radio silence. Literally.”

“I’m sure he’ll turn up soon enough,” Vaggie says with a lot less concern about the situation than her girlfriend. “It’s not exactly odd for that creepy fucker to go lurking around. I give him a day until he’s back.”

If only that were actually the case and Alastor were truly gallivanting around all of Hell without a care in the world. Instead, it seems he’s found himself in a rather unamusing predicament.

“Ḧ̸̳́̽͛̂̒̾̃̍͗̄̋͘’̷͍̹͇͉̓̀D̶̟̺͑̌̆̇̀̓̊̾̉̃̑̍͛̚͠Z̸͈̖̪̝̪̪͉̜͗́͆͌̒̋́̓̂͛͝͠Z̷̡̗̘̼̜̞̲͈̣͖̦͖͘Z̸̢̧̼͓̤̝̺̤̗̼̀̆ͅH̷̢̪̥͙̟̭̺̭̖͍̯̪̉!̶̢͖̳̙̦̙̗̩͍̟͌̃̌̉͒͑͗͜͜”̴̡̫͈̹̳̺̩͍̟̾̽̍͜͝͠

The sound of feedback in his ears makes Alastor wince, but luckily no one seems to be around to have seen that moment of weakness. Not that any lesser soul unfortunate enough to cross his path and witness the sorry state he’s in can’t simply be extinguished with minimal effort, he would still prefer to get to Rosie’s as soon as possible.

And hopefully his nose will stop buzzing when he’s there.

The residents of Cannibal Town know better than to greet Alastor with anything other than the utmost respect, but they aren’t ones to unnecessarily fall at the feet of a more powerful being. For that, Alastor is actually grateful for.

Getting to Rosie’s Emporium is easier said than done, but no one other than himself needs to know that. Not even Rosie. Unfortunately, even an Overlord of Hell isn’t immune to catching a terrible cold, but it’s making his muscles ache and he feels distinctly weak.

Weak

If there’s one person he knows for sure won’t take advantage of his misery, it’s Rosie. Their relationship has always been a special one, helping each other out whenever need be with very few strings attached for such powerful beings. Compared to other favors he’s had to ask, this one is particularly benign.

The first challenge that presents itself are the other patrons of Rosie’s Emporium who currently have no idea they are on one of the Overlords of Hell’s hit list right now. “Oh my goodness, Alastor! It’s lovely to see you here dearie!”

A warm welcome. One that would be much appreciated if Alastor didn’t need the patrons out yesterday. “Yes, yes, I thought I’d pay a visit to my good friend. There’s something I’d like to talk about if you’d lend me an ear—not literally this time, I’m afraid!”

Rosie laughs at the joke, but Alastor can already tell she’s picked up on his unusual behavior if his disheveled (by his standards) appearance wasn’t already enough to go by. “Alastor, dear, I always have time for you. Let me just finish up with a few customers and we can get right away, how’s about that?”

Alastor can already feel the buzzing sensation in his nose getting more intense by the minute. If he doesn’t get away soon, he’s going to—

“Well, then I hope you don’t mind if I take a bit of a look around the store while I wait. I must say, it’s been quite some time since I’ve last paid you a visit! Toodle loo!”

It’s rushed and worse than the usual quick-witted response Alastor could give on the spot, but the last thing he’s going to do is show any kind of weakness in front of a bunch of patrons. If word got out about the Radio Demon being brought down by a silly cold, he’ll never be able to live that down. He can always get rid of one or two unsuspecting passersby in the exact right place and time to witness Alastor’s downfall, but even he can hardly control the spread of gossip amongst an entire town. That’s more in line with the Vees’ skill set.

Quickly, he finds an unoccupied bathroom and ensures that no one is within earshot.

“H̶̬̮̻͔̯̥̤̪́̑͋͋͜Ḩ̸̧̡͈̖̹͇̜̤͍̗͇̻͂̓͛̃͆͝͠’̸̣̺̯̲͍̞͕̳̣̯̿̅̅͛̒N̶͉̺͖̯̟͇͉͎̣̈́̄̋̊̒̄͐͆G̶̛̭͇̪͍̬̳̼̦̎̈́͜K̸̛̛̪̞̉̇͆̿͝͝T̵̲̤͔̈́͂! H̷̭̳̤̗̻͙̀͆̉̓͋͋͑̕͠Ȟ̵̰̥̲̳̱́̍͜͜’̷͇͕͙̰͓̪̭̞͎̋̀͜D̸̢̡̛͇̜̪̱͖̥̝̯̱̃̀́̉̄͜͝Ź̶͇͎̠̟̹̫͈͌̿͒̓͋̈́̃̆̃̿͑̚͠Z̵̧͉͓̔͐́̀͐̈́̋͛Z̶̲̬̠̠͎̩͒̆̎̄̃̿̄̒͆̇̉̓̎͠H̴̔̋͗̈̊̎̀̎͝��̧̢̢̛͈̀̎͌̂! H̶̡̨̠̮͉̱͕̜̼̱̬̫̲̽̀̂̀͆͐͜H̵̨̛̗̘̹͚̰̝̬̱͐̾͌̓͑̔͊̆͊͌͐̕͝͝’̶̨͕̗͙̝͕̯̬̯̮̹͛̎͘T̴̡͖̳̱̟̫̫̰̀̂͂̃̀͋͂̕͠ͅS̴͓̘̪̫̼͉̻͈̰̟̈̀̊̍̿̀̓̋͋͛̀͌͝Ḫ̷̙̩̦̤̞͇̟̘̐̐̇͒̀́̈́̑̔̀̏̂͝͠͝H̶̤̺̣̾̃́̆͑̿̃ͅ!”

The buzzing is incessant and the faint sound of radio static begins to fill the bathroom, a true testament to his lack of control. It shouldn’t be this way, he should be better-composed. He’s supposed to be indestructible, infallible, and completely immune to any kind of illness as silly as a cold.

Unfortunately, however, Hell just doesn’t work like that.

“Ugh…”

His head pounds and he’s begging to feel dizzy. Thankfully, there are worse places to pass out than in the bathroom of a trusted friend’s place, but he has a feeling his pride won’t allow him to do even that. There’s no way he’s going to show weakness, even to himself if he can help it.

Blowing his nose alleviates some of the pressure in his head as well as the sound of radio static in the room, but it doesn’t get rid of the incessant buzzing in his nose. He has a feeling that’s probably going to stick around for a while, as annoying as it is.

That’s when he hears the bathroom door open despite him being completely certain that he’d locked it. “Oh, Alastor, dear, you could’ve just told me you weren’t feelin’ well.”

At least it’s just Rosie. Some of the tenseness in his shoulders relaxes at that. He puts a smile back on his face and turns to face her with the little amount of dignity he still has left. “It seems that even Overlords can be brought down by a simple cold, I’m afraid,” he admits in a joking manner, not willing to admit how terrible he truly feels. “Do be careful, I would hate for you to catch something because of me.”

“Nah, that’s not somethin’ you have to worry your pretty little head about, darling,” Rosie says instead, not willing to accept Alastor playing this off. “Just trust me. I can shut down the shop for the day and make you some nice tea to help with that throat’a yours.”

That’s…nice. As much as Alastor would hate to admit weakness, there’s something about being offered a warm cup of bitter tea when he feels like collapsing on his feet right now. “How could I ever turn down an offer as generous as that? I think I’ll join you for some tea and conversation.”

The “conversation” part is ballsy, even for him, considering he isn’t sure how much longer he can go without sneezing. The buzzing in his nose is continuing to bug him even after he blew his nose. But being cared about tea sounds too nice to turn down.

The shop looks much different without the hustle and bustle of busy Cannibal Town residents. For Hell, Rosie has always managed to keep the place is relatively high spirits, a true feat for anyone unlucky enough to be down here.

“H̵̩̄̾̚͘̚H̴̨̞̥̾͊́’̷̱͓̰́̓͋̀̂D̸͎̱͌͑́͠T̴̜̚C̸̢̛̲̮͙̪̈́̋͗͜Ḩ̴̯̼̭̯͚̐͝!”

Great, now the static is back. And Rosie heard him.

His mask is slipping.

“Goodness, I apologize,” he says, trying to act as unbothered as possible. He can’t tell if Rosie is buying it or not since her back is turned to him, making tea. He grabs his handkerchief and rubs at his nose, hoping that will alleviate some of the annoying buzzing.

“You don’t need to act all tough around me,” Rosie chastises. “Haven’t we known each other for long enough by now? No one else is here right now. You can let your guard down, I’ve got you.”

As reassuring as that is (Rosie’s care is a good one to be in), Alastor isn’t sure he can let himself relax like that. He’s never done it before and he isn’t sure he can do it now, even with aches and soreness all over.

“You do have a way of seeing through everyone, don’t you?” Alastor says, finally letting his guard down. His voice is less animated and his ears begin to droop slightly. Anyone else would take this as an immediate sign to attack the Radio Demon, but not Rosie. Rosie is a friend. Rosie is safe.

“Here you go,” she says, sliding over a hot cup of black tea with no sugar. “That should help with your throat if it isn’t already hurting. But I have a feeling it is and you’re just not tellin’ me.”

“Oh Rosie, do tell me how it feels to be right all the time, hm?” Alastor jests. He didn’t realize how much his throat was actually hurting until he takes the first sip of tea. He tries to stifle the cough that ensues behind a fist, but an unsettling staticky sound emerges anyway.

“It feels lovely, darlin’,” Rosie quips. “But it sounds like your throat doesn’t. I really feel for you—getting sick while also bein’ in Hell? What kinda shitty luck is that?” She bursts into boisterous laughter, which Alastor doesn’t exactly appreciate but lets slide.

“I’ve had worse days, but this one is the shittyhh—

Ḩ̷̰͍̹̖̮̟͂̍͑̒̄Ḥ̸̨̯̥͕̣͙̯̠̳̘͇̀̋̄̂͒́̑͘͜͝’̸̡̡̮͔̪̰̼̖͉̝͈̝̃͗̅͋͗̓͛͌͝E̸̤̦̱͓̭͉͇̠͚͂̽̏̎͌͑̀̋̀͂̕̚͝͠͝D̷̢͎̭͙̹̙̖̭̣̣̮͖̰͖̆̚Ż̶̧̨͖̭͕͉͇̩͉̰͙͍͍̰̥̂́̉͌Z̵̳̲̝̱̦̻͙̰͕̭̪̯͗̈̋̑̍̅̓̌̆̀̔̇͜S̴̨̢̢̛̲̦͔̠͔̻̯̼̥͆ͅH̵͎͋̽̀̅̄̕Û̸̢̩̝͕̾̈́̓͂̽̀̓̉̚! Ugh, ‘scuse mbe. Well, I suppose

there’s certainly no way I can broadcast in this condition, now is there?” Might as well rest here and recuperate before heading back to the hotel, he thinks to himself, especially if Rosie is being so amenable. Wouldn’t want to face her wrath if I tried to walk out of here like this, either.

He can feel his ears drooping at this point, but he doesn’t have the energy or the necessity to keep them pointed upright. Hopefully no sneaky lesser demons are lurking around looking for pictures but Alastor is still confident in his abilities to detect any foul presences, even battling one of the worst colds of his life.

“How’s that hotel business going these days? The princess and her friends still up to their little shenanigans?” Rosie asks, trying to make conversation. Alastor thinks he still has enough energy left for that.

“Always,” he responds, the plastered smile on his face suddenly feeling slightly more genuine. “But it can be such a headache. There’s no way I could possibly be there now, imagine the migraine I would get in my state.” It’s certainly not because the thought of being doted on makes his cold, shriveled heart do funny things inside his chest.

“Just don’t stay here too long,” Rosie suggests. “Of course you’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like, dear, but I’m sure the residents would miss you dearly if you were gone more than a few days. It’s just a matter of time before one of them comes looking for you, you know.”

That, he knows too well. He can practically hear Charlie worrying all the way from the hotel lounge. But there’s no way he can show vulnerability around any of them.

Not yet.

“I’ll make sure to recover quickly, then,” Alastor says, sipping on his tea cup. “Give them nothing to worry about. I’ll be back in no tihh… no time—

“Ḩ̴̤͓̫̖͇̤͊̂́͜H̵̢̢̤̺̩̟̖͍̩̹̗̠̑̈́̈́̀͌͑̾̊͝ͅ’̸͇̈̑͒Ë̶̮̝̗͕͖̳͇̗͕̼̬͖́̐͑̈͋̒̀̄̉̈́̒̾̚͘T̵̛̗͚̰̱̭̘͉̯̝̈́̀̂̏̍̽͋͘͝S̴̡̙̺͎̬̱̘̈̅̏́̇ͅS̴̭̥̑̉̂͛̂̾̏̂̾͗Ḣ̵̢̢̞͕̹̰̯̟̰̯̠̖͕͔̀U̸̮͌͆́̏̂̎̏͝͠! Ȟ̴̱’̵̧̛̘́̏͑̌̔̅̑̀͒͂̽͗̃̄H̴̛͙̮͈̠̻̝̱͖̺̺̺͉̩͙̲̆̒́͆̃̂̕͜Ả̷͉̫̘͋̃̋̽̂͂̆̽̏̍̐̾͌̕͜͝Z̵̧̡̠̻̥̲̙͇̙̠͋͌͛̈́͐͋͊͆̔͆͗͒̍͝Z̶̢͚͓͒̆̈́͊̈̑͠ͅZ̶͉̠̗͇̥̰͎̰̱͙͉̱̜̳̣̉̒̌́̓̓͋̚͠H̸̬͓͚̻͖̣̙̬͌̈́̈́͒͌̒̍̒̌̕͠Ủ̶̧̜̱̺̘̖͖̣̣̙͇̩̣͉̄ͅ! Ḥ̴̨̼̣̩̰͓̗̞̜̘͖̱̊̍͜͝È̵̟͒̄͝’̵̙̱̻̥̼̥̹͈̎̈͋̔̅̋̿̓̔͘͜͜Ḍ̷̠̤͕̞̻̟̻͓̜̱̱̃̊̀̎̈́̓̍̇̏͂̚̕Z̸̡̜͈̝̖̈́͊̾̐̓̾̈̽̎̌̍͛̑̕̚̕Z̶̺̣̯̺̫͇̈́̒̇͒̇͆̄̓̅͋̒H̸̉̏̇̿͌̈́̈́́͝��̨̡̜̳̜̜̣̤̮̊̒͂͆̇Ứ̵̡̙̮͍̣̼̹̠̞̣͕̇̂̑̄̑̔̑̋̎͛̚͝ͅ!”

That damned buzzing in his nose! If it were an enemy, he would be able to eliminate them in nanoseconds. But even the great Alastor can’t fight off a cold without rest and relaxation.

Thankfully, he can get plenty of it at Rosie’s.

[lanaxoxoxoxoxox]

Hi, Sugar! I was curious if I could request some Eret or Wilbur Soot with a jealous/needy reader? Like Reader is at the mall with Eret or Wil and Reader notices a girl looking at one of them for too long, therefore causing Reader to get more clingy and even a bit jealous. It can be long or short, I don't mind!

Take your time with it, don't worry about rushing!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

, only mine !

cc!wilbur soot x fem!reader

warnings: holy shit will is really hot in this one

a/n: as soon as i saw this ask, i instantly had a million ideas and lines and scenarios to add to this request !! thank u sm anon dearie &lt;3

The girl in front of Wilbur and I was really pretty. And the fact she was only a fan as well, and had Wilbur looking into her eyes more and more was making me want to throw up.

Wilbur had caught the fangirl looking at us and sneaking peeks multiple times, so he decided he should probably go up to the fan. I wanted to disagree with Wilbur and just stay where we were, but I knew he loved connecting with his audience and fans in real life, so I didn't want to ruin this for him.

The fan had lustrous and long brunette hair and these pale blue eyes that looked like the clearest of waters. She had perfect, pearly teeth that wanted me to pick my teeth to make sure I didn't have any bits of lunch stuck in the gaps. Everything about her made me want to crawl into a hole.

I looped my arm around Wilbur's arm and the tall man looked down at me for a split second before continuing to talk about music to the fan. I crossed my legs and softly cleared my throat in order to attempt to give Wilbur another hint. Wilbur looked down at me and I gave him a small look, small enough for the fan to not notice and he nodded.

"It was really nice talking to you, Eliza," Wilbur spoke. Oh great, he knew her name. "But Y/n and I must get going now." he finished.

We said our goodbyes, and started to head the opposite way of the girl. I sighed to myself in relief and I looked down at the dirty, tile mall floor beneath my feet as we walked.

"I love it when you get jealous, darling." Wilbur said.

I looked up at him in confusion and turned my head to the side. Wilbur grabbed my chin and pulled me in for a sweet, passionate kiss. "Only mine."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

not proofread!!

hope u enjoyed anon!! sorry this was written so late :')

[exx-ceptional]

hiya! i hope you're doing alright and im not sure if requests are open, but could I possibly request a black dahlia (skullgirls) x female or gender neutral reader? i would really appreciate it!! you don't have to do this btw :D

Oh, I have been WAITING for a request Anon! Thanks for stopping by ;3 Might've been late also, schools starting n all, got exams :>

Thick skin, soft love.

Didnt get a description of what the plot's supposed to be so I'll just go fluffy

Black Dahlia x Fem!reader

WARNING: mentions of wounds and blood, as well as Dahlia just being herself <3

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God, she was smitten. But, bold she was as well. Did she care that people were around? No, course' not. Did it matter if showering you with countless soft kisses was inappropriate? No, not.

She was gentle, to you only- to her perfect girl only. Those cold and rough hand already carrying the blood of millions that seemingly turn all gentle and soft when it comes into contact with you, and you only.

Hardened by battles and drowned in gloomy past mistakes that inches closer to going away with every second with you around.

Keeping you was essential.

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The room felt only like a room as Black Dahlia sat, a bit injured and bloodied with a mix of her own scarlet iron and some of other unfortunate victims. Her prosthetic was a bit banged up, a few loose screws as well.

Inpatiently tapping her foot with expectancy until the door opens gently. Ah, oh- you... carrying things like a first aid kit and a tool box.

She just wanted to jump on you at this point. But, she started with a low chuckle and a smug smile.

"Deary, oh dear- you came for me, like you've always have." Black Dahlia sighs watching as you sat close to her and replying with the same air of smugness she had.

"And always will, until one of us hits the bucket as of course. Ah, you're all banged up Dahlia..." you reply with both worry and that cheesy smirk, a few balls of cotton in your hand already coated with wound solution as you gently dab it on her coarse and bruised skin.

"Careful there, got stones and glass all over myself, love." Dahlia doesn't flinch or wince though, but she still has the thought and instinct to be careful as she watches you take out a small tweezer with the intention of gently pulling out the debris and shards lightly impaled in her skin.

With a hearty and sharp hiss from Dahlia, you quickly take out the small stones and sharp glass out, dabbing it with a bit of wound solution just in case.

Dahlia sighed, staring at you the entire time with sweet fondness behind a hard stare.

Feeling suddenly your soft lips on her cheek gives her a feeling of relief and adoration as he leaned her head in with intent to make it last longer- to which you abide to.

A few long kisses shared and a few words exchanged, everything is finished and Dahlia breezed right through it. After all, she's felt worse.

She lays back on the bed, watching you silently with loving eyes as you worked to clean up everything, the first aid kit and the room itself.

'It's lonely' the thought was a murderer, and the solution...

"Love, come close and stay with me a bit- hm? It feels cold without you.." Dahlia beckoned for you to come closer which you follow with a small chuckle and nod as you stay beside her. Honestly, even in her newly treated condition she could probably still so a millenia of things and shoulder so much.

And you ended there, right in her lap with your head softly laying peacefuly. Her hand couldn't help but bundle itself up in your soft hair, combing with a gentleness akin to a mother's.

"After all of this, we'll go out. I'll get you something, hm?" It didn't feel like a question- but more like an obligation, a small sweet order itself it is though.

"Hah, sure... you take the honors of picking this time- alright?" You asked as she answered with a soft hum and a nod.

She holds you close with a tired sigh and a loving smile behind that mask. She hugs you gently, letting you rest your head in her shoulders as the two of you, after a long day- get some well deserved rest.

"Get some rest, my sweet girl."

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FIN

A/N: Eepy, might be ooc and kind of GN cause of how bad I am at refrencing genders! But, yey!! First Dahlia reqiest :) (first request in two years) also maybe errors...

[theloveinc]

hi caitie love im sorry people are being mean to u like ur literally the sweetest loveliest person with such wonderful vibes they must be grasping at straws to hate on you 😭

i love what u said in the tags <3 you’re so lovely and i love how u word things and speak your mind clearly in such a genuinely nice way too <33

i heard that you can block anons who send nasty hate by pressing the three dots on their ask, i hope this might help :)

i hope you have a wonderful day/night and remember to stay hydrated dearie! <3

no no no, don't worry! no one is being mean to caitie!! i just know anon hate has been a big topic of discussion lately and it makes me kinda upset seeing the different ways people unpack it on the dash.

i'm such a... idk if the right word is bleeding heart or snake or WHAT lol but thinking about the way anon hate hurts EVERYONE involved just gets me kinda emo because. absolutely no one deserves to receive such awful treatment, but i truly feel bad for the people out there who are so hurt themselves that they need to take those emotions out on others through abusing the anon-ask system. i've grown so much since feeling this way but i can def relate to the anger that those kinds of feelings (self hatred, jealousy, loneliness) create.

all honestly, i'm really lucky because i've never had anyone on here consistently bully/harass me, and i think that's why i have such a hard time talking about anon hate in the first place, because i don't think my opinions are really relevant to what a lot of fellow bloggers go through. but i'm absolutely a supporter of blocking hate on sight!

it's true that i have a lot of empathy for my haters out there, but at the same time, that doesn't mean it needs to be rewarded with an answer, either! ;)

anyway anon, thank you so, so much for this! i will never be able to thoroughly express how much your kindness and positivity means to me other than by saying have a good every day too!!🥺🥺🥺go kiss yourself in the mirror and pretend it's me kissing you because I LOVE U !!

[gothushi]

Ranger!Rob Anon heard it was your birthday and is here with an update!

So after the Werewolf Incident, our heroes have now been asked to investigate a mine where everyone died.

Rob: so regular mine work then

As usual, shenanigans were afoot and we were beset upon my Rock People. Our Mecha Bard tries to seduce one. It does not work out for her.

Rob, channeling his Inner Bard: At least they don't have problems staying hard?

Everyone: ...

Rob: :D *finger guns*

Everyone: ...

Rob: *is bitch slapped for his trouble/sassy mouth by a Rock Person*

The thing about these Rock People is that they're magical Rock People. They're kind of like Steven Universe Rock People, but they don't have unique personalities, cause shipping wars or start really confusing morality discourse surrounding an animated show originally intended for children. These Magic Rock People can turn you into stone via poisonous rock magic unless you can make a Constitution Save. Rob did not make this save and is slowly turning to stone after being bitch-slapped.

Super Size Gramma: *after realizing she has a giant sword-pan hammer* I'll save you, dearie! *Hulk Smashes a bunch of the Rock People*

Mecha Bard: *is still attempting to seduce Rock Person* I have made a terrible mistake

Rob: *gets out his Indiana Jones whip* I am inclined to agree *succeeds one roll, fails another*

Mecha Bard: *sexy moan* (the second whip attack hits her instead)

Rob: ohh this is suddenly not safe sane and consensual and I am so sorry

Goku Cat was not present at this game because his player was saving him for another time. Instead, we have a sentient suit of armor powered by Primordial Ooze. His name is Dugg.

Dugg: kay so I'm just gonna cast this extremely powerful AOE spell if y'all are okay with that

Rob: honestly, if I die right now I think I'd be okay with that

Dugg: it's fine we have Gramma. *casts extremely powerful AOE and shatters remaining Rock People*

Rob, no longer turning to stone: well thank the oak father that's over with

DM: y'all still haven't checked out the mines >:3

Rob: GOD DAMMIT-!

robs little finger guns. him getting slapped😭i so see him just snapped to the side and going ‘yeah. ok. makes sense.’ gramma saving the day. rob accidentally whipping bard😭😭bracing for impact for the aoe spell. remembering they havent even GOTTEN TO THE MINES!!!

ughh all so exciting and funny im loving the updates

[ronearoundblindly]

I just have to appreciate that last ask you answered for nomad Steve. I LOVE how detailed you are and how much time you spend answering these and I wanna say how much I love them!! The way you write nomad & fools rush in Steve is my fav 🥺 They are both so sweet and the way that you can go into so much detail about their preferences make me feel like these people actually EXIST 😂

I don’t always comment every time.. I’ll try to get better about doing that but just wanna say I read everything you write. You’re great <3

💜🥹🥰

I, too, am struggling to get better at commenting, so that I can understand. Thank you for sending this, though! I appreciate it. I'm still mildly convinced that there are perhaps 3 people who send all the anon stuff I get, but ya know what? That's still awesome. Thank you for reading, dearie.

Specifically writing those dirty headcanons has made me think of the differences between the Steves at the same time. I usually just kinda get into one mindset and go from there. I never realized they were written that differently. There was a point to making them that way, however, and I've truly loved bringing to life how Steve would interact with his surroundings if he felt much more or felt much less. It's a challenge to keep him still Steve though.

Don't we all sorta want that from a man? He either enjoys the physical a lot OR he communicates what he wants? That's such an ideal, right? Maybe one day I'll even meet someone like that.

It's about the single best thing anyone can say to a writer--that the characters seem to really exist--so pardon me while I get a little verklempt over here.

🫶

Thank you!

[one-twisted-sister]

u look rly rly pretty n tht outfit miss divine :3

Magic Anon ask 1: "Aww, how sweet of you thank you dearie, however this outfit I think is far better, it was given to me by Troval, she is such a sweet woman and cooks a delicious stew."

[dead-boys-club]

THIS ISNT AN ASK (sorry -3- ) BUT I ADORE YOUR WRITING ITS SO GOOD THE WAY YOUR CHARACTERISE EVERYONE AND HOW WHOLESOME AND FLUFFY IT ALL IS AAA ❤️❤️

c o o s

thank you so much 💕💕 i do my best! hyperfixation comes in handy, sometimes c:

though, dearie, 'wholesome and fluffy' ... please avoid my upcoming Shiggy post, anon 💔💔 because it is absolutely not going to be either of those things and i highly expect tears in my inbox.

[azure-cherie]

Hii and congrats on gaining 4000 followers!!🥳🥳I can only dream of that number (i also have a blog, but i don't want to disclose myself)

My initials are i.i.♏

I'd like to know the following

1) When will i get a job?

2) What domain will my new job be in?

3) When will i get into a relationship?

Thxx so much for answering dearie 🫶

Heyy there , thank you so much, I love support from my peers one day you will also get to this place , i got your other ask , anyway I'll answer only one question as per the rules

When will go smaller so I'll choose the job domain for you

Broooooo there's so much wands energy you could be an earth or fire dom . I was hearing officer , these jobs kinda require the energy of fire and earth , the discipline would be highly great . All of the cards I got have the symbolism of a girl dancing around being so fierce so you could also be a part of an organisation for peace and rebellion as well as a dancer . There's also a lot of warrior-like skills required in your next job. You are courageous to try new things that's why they chose you you could doubt yourself often but for this job you're being extra brave . You'll make many friends as well as enemies but the friendship will always overweigh and always help you to move further . Horse riding is also a possibility professionally.

Also hey i wanted to ans anons last but then i answered you 😭 universe wants this so be it

Welcome 🤍

[ruqa22]

Hii!! I'm sending in this ask as an anon cause I am a little shy! I actually follow one of the blogs you follow! I read a few of your writings actually, and they seem really good! I hope you continue to write! Your OCs sound delightful!! I hope I get to read more of them soon! Just passing by to remind you that you're amazing and that you're doing really well!! <3 Take care, dearie!!

Oh wow! Thank you so much! It really means a lot that you like my writings! It may not capture people's attention, but it caught yours and I'm so grateful! <3

I'd love to have an anon like you to stay or if you wish not too, I don't mind whatsoever. It's up to you, of course!

I hope you take care as well and have a lovely day! <33

[ellarisms]

ily❤

Awww anon I kid you not when I tell you that this made my day 🥹

Love ya too! <33

[radmanraditz]

Would Raditz ever respect Eden or even like her being around him?

{Send my muse anons about their relationships || Open and Accepting!}

This is a really, really good question anon. Worthy of a reappearance of this delicious meme. It’s been in my drafts because I’ve had to think of how to explain the possibilities between these two muses @cruciatusxcervus and I have been plotting to ship. We’ve been talking about it OOC and have been exploring things IC both here and on Discord. And it’s actually been on my mind before this ask was sent in, but both Eden’s mun and I have been busy with our IRL responsibilities that I haven’t figured out how to approach the conversation again recently so we can progress our muses’ rp threads and relationship forward. 

It’s really tricky for us to get them being in an actual relationship that is romantic and/or sexual because of their situations in their threads: Raditz is still working for the P.T.O. and isn’t humbled by death like he is in other verses. Eden is an OC whose planet was conquered by the PTO, and Raditz was one of the soldiers there killing off her people. And she remembers him being there.  

Then he captures her after she goes AWOL and he’s put in charge of breaking her will to fight back and run. Eden has every right to fight back against his efforts to remind her “of her place” and they argue a lot about it because she wants to hold onto what is left of her pride for herself and her people. (At least that’s what I see from my end, please correct me if I’m wrong or elaborate more on this for me @cruciatusxcervus if it needs more clarification.)

There are times where Eden has tried to ask him questions to find common ground, especially on our Discord interactions, but Raditz often gives very curt, short answers that leave little room to continue a conversation because he’s on guard. He’s let her sleep beside him during missions because both of them are touch starved but it’s still a baby step towards either of them trusting each other. A major step of sparking some trust was when Eden came to his defense when a short-lived fight broke out between him and another soldier. I haven’t had the time to continue a thread from that but I’d like to in the future. Even if it’s short to show Raditz’s reaction to what Eden did. I do have him remember it in other threads though. 

Raditz is going to have to see Eden as an equal first before he can respect and value her company. So my challenge as a mun with him and Eden’s relationship can be summed up with this meme:

[sassysparkylady]

☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. it’s time to spread positivity ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

ME??? AAAAAHHH THANK YOU YOU SWEET THING! AAWWWWW

[bump1nthen1ght]

Hello! I wanted to ask, in case you were free to write something about it,

I don't remember where i saw the prompt in but, it was about the reader, while being upset and seeking comfort (accidentally?) calling an Incubus/succubus hotline

I think your writing's very neat and i would love to see how you might fill the prompt, be it sfw or not. But also entirely understandable if you don't feel like it!

Wishing you a good day! <3

Sure thing Anon! Thank you for your patience, I really enjoyed this prompt! I also might do a part two to these head canons (if people are interested), as it's mostly first time meet-cute shenanigans and I'd love to do more fluff (and perhaps some NSFW 👀👀)

GN!Reader accidentally calling a spicy hotline SFW headcanons

- You had actually been trying to call your therapist’s office, ironically. You were halfway through an already terrible week and definitely in need of an extra weekend session

- So flustered from crying for the past half-hour, you didn’t think anything of it when the new “receptionist” had a voice like liquid sex.

- “____, huh? That's a nice name, can I get a description to match such a cute name?”

- Uh, weird way to word it, but maybe they needed you to confirm your identity?

- “Sure? I’ve come in to the physical office before, but my birthday is-” You ramble off some descriptors, hoping that's what they’re looking for.

- “Wow, in-person huh. You must be a special treat, dearie, most of my coworkers don’t offer in person services unless very specific circumstances. If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your type? I might know some of your past companions, it’s a small office.”

- Ok, this is sounding more and more like a HIPAA violation in the making. And “companion”? What does that even mean??

- “I’ve worked with Dr. Sadith before, but, uh, I’m just calling to meet with Dr. Robert’s today.”

- “Doctor?” The voice asks, slightly losing its extra flirtation. “We don’t have any doctors here, hon, do you know the name of the hotline they’re with?”

- Hotline? What does that-

- Wait, what number is this?? You know the office’s number by heart, so you didn’t save it in your contacts, but you always-

- You look down at unidentified contact number, just realizing you misdialed

- The sexy voice, the personal questions, was this- Oh god did you???

- I’m sorry but-” You rush out, “What is the name of this hotline?”

- “Lonely Nights, dearie, and just so you know we’re only $20/hour. I know some other lines are a bit more expensive, but me and my coworkers are plenty compensated in….other ways.”

- You’d heard of this one before; You think one of you’re friends had sent you the number half as a joke after a particularly bad date you’d had.

- But it is cheaper than your therapist

- “That’s good to hear. Wouldn’t want to support a corrupt business.” You twiddle your fingers, now fully aware of the sensuality of the situation. “What was your name again? I think I missed it.”

- “The name’s Drorgomoth, but my friends call me Drogo. Can I get your name, sweetheart? Or would you prefer I stick to pet names?”

- “Uh, ____’s fine. But the pet names are nice.”

- “Good to hear, ___” They all but purr. “Now, what can I do for you tonight?”

- The downpour of a rant comes before you can stop yourself. You started to feel guilty about 10 minutes in, remembering that this was in fact a very cheap incubus/succubus hotline and you were supplying no sexual energy for Drogo to feast on. Your comments begin to dwindle as you play with the bottom of your pajama shirt, throwing in a lot of “I don’t know, it’s silly” to try to give Drogo (and yourself) a way to end the convo without sounding like a dick.

- “That’s honestly pretty fucked up of them to say. It’s especially unprofessional considering they’re your coworker. How are you feeling about it?”

- (Ok so you know they’re being paid to be nice to you, but goddamnit that was good to hear.)

- “Honestly? Pretty shitty. You’re right, that was fucked up. And you want to know what else they did? They-”

- You banter for another 40 minutes, the conversation ebbing out from your work troubles and more to casual get-to-know you chit-chat.

- (“Alright, how do we feel about pineapple on pizza?” “Oh do not get me started-”)

- You check your clock, remembering the pie you had out in the oven and that you’d seen be moving onto a second hour on the phone line.

- “Well, I should probably let you go, probably some more eager customers that need your attention.” You chuckle, trying to play off how nice this hour has been. “Thanks for listening to me, I know it probably wasn’t what you signed up for on this job, but I really appreciate it.”

- “Honestly, it was really nice for me to.” Drogo says, their natural voice still sultry but far less affected than their performative phone sex one. “Don’t often get some proper chit-chat on the clock. It’s usually right down to business. Plus, you're fun to talk to.”

- “Well I’m glad.” You murmur, double embaressed by how flistered that got you.

- “And-” they add, drawing out their -n sound, “If you ever need a chit-chat buddy, off-the-clock, even, y’know what number to call. Have a great night, ____.”

- Seems like you have a whole new issue to tackle, a crush in a person you’ve never even seen.