#The Collector (self) | Oh c'mon! All I wanna do is play!

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i saw this going around so i had to try it :3 feat. some muses from @ofthedelta this was hard because i dont see any of my muses as scary or "gonna or might kill someone" all my muses are baby (that's the sonno curse babeyyy winks) but i tried anyway from what others might think i guess???

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i n s e c u r e // aleks x punk/emo!reader

Hey, sorry I haven't posted an imagine since dec 25th 2015. (Yikes) I can't thank this person enough for reaching out and letting me know what they thought of my work, if it wasn't for you I probably wouldn't have posted anymore, but I really cracked down on myself to focus on things I love doing, and that being writing for you guys. (Also I'm sorry it took so so long to finish and post this, the request was fun to write- I just have been continuously been getting non-stop, back to back, extremely sick out of nowhere and also for things I don't think I could have prevented- it has been a really rough time for me and I've been under a lot of stress and pressure for my age.) hopefully it's somewhat good or moderately enjoyable, ESPECIALLY for the AMAZING AND RAD REQUESTER ILYSSSSM Much love as always! Keep sending in requests, and share your thoughts! / reblog to share the luhv of ff <333 Xx. !request: “ Thank you so much!!! Could i please have an Aleks x Punk/Emo Reader please? I dont mind what i will let you choose Again i love your work ❤️❤️❤️ ” (again thank you to the person who requested this, I didn't know if you were comfortable or not with your blog being directly @'ted. Regardless! Much love to you, thank you for your amazing amazing amazing support and incredible patience!) Warnings(ish idk??): swearing, slight sexual themes, self esteem issues. ((sorry I don't know how to actually do posts with cuts in them/posting without good formatting, I'm still using mobile.)) - - - - - "Thanks for the ride-" he started, but you cut him off with a "don't mention it-". You pulled out of the driveway of aleks' house and made your way to the 'boonies', not with much excitement. It was just early enough with the time change to need a pair of shades. 'Sonofa-' and with that, you realized you left yours on your kitchen counter. 'Great' you thought, thinking you'd be able to look decent and have everything together so this wouldn't have to be a more agonizing ride than it was planned out to be. But clearly that wasn't going to happen. It was agonizing because of your own mind. It was making this 'internship' harder than it should. Constantly having to deal with an overwhelming amount of editing, filming, and have a cute colleague drive your blood pressure through the roof whenever they're around was really bringing you to the brink of insanity. "So." He started "You're different." Just that half of a statement made you want to jump out of the car. You didn't want to play this game; the whole 'get to know why she acts that way', 'dresses this and that way', 'simply breathes that way'. It was crystal clear to say the least, that in your mind he's way out of your league. There's no reason for him to try to get to know you? What's he pushing this for? Just to be a dick to the dumb intern? All of these thoughts running faster and faster, only adding to your groggy state. Your knuckles were practically white from your grip on the wheel. Somehow, Aleks noticed that. You can feel his eyes on your hands, so you try to ease up. But he'll never seem to make things easy. "Uu-h yeah, I guess.-" trailing off, Aleks still had his eyes set on you. "I mean not in a bad way- oh god..." sighing in defeat almost, letting his head fall back on the headrest as if he had a migraine or broke his great grandmother's fine china. "It's fine, I get it." You replied simply, trying your hardest to not fall into your insecurities. Whatever he saw that was "different" made you worry. What was it exactly? The band tees, the consistent hair dye changes, the piercings, the stacked amount of bracelets on your arms of random ones you've come across, and ones with your favorite band's logos on them? As soon as the car was parked, you hopped out, grabbing your bag and heading towards the barn while hitting the lock button on your keys as soon as you heard aleks' door close. 'Please ease up- just today?' You mentally bargained with Christ. He's probably too busy, and that leaves you with the one and only Satan. He didn't even know he was doing this to you, and you'd figured that was possible but just had found it easier to believe he did it on purpose. Aleks was at his desk, which was facing yours, just humming and doing the random subconscious things he always does. Persona pushed aside, he had so many features that were meant to be framed in an art museum. When he's concentrating, he always wrinkles his forehead and rests his chin on his hand. Both of you had been stuck with editing a lot more than usual, and James had something to do so he left early. The quiet background music you had playing on another tab ended, you didn't bother with putting on another song, you were so close to finishing the last couple post-rolls. Aleks was still in front of you, probably almost done too- you just stared at your screen till you heard him start quietly saying something in Russian. He was so out of it- If someone was just walking in it would seem like it was just you watching carefully, as if you knew what he was saying. But really, it was you distracted completely by him slowly gliding his tongue across his bottom lip and biting down on it out of habit. The sound of his feet shifting across the cold floor made you look back at your screen, but his voice- whatever he was saying, you had no clue. But it was hot as fuck, yet also so soothing. Letting your head rest on your hand you instinctively let your eyes rest as well. You've never breathed deeper than in that moment. "y/n?" He carefully whispered, looking across the desk to see you, looking peaceful and completely at ease. His breath was stuck in his throat instantly. He would've taken a picture of you so he could remember what you looked like when you're not tense and stressed but your eyes quickly opened. "You look tired as hell, if you have more post-rolls left I don't mind finishing them for you tomorrow." He said almost in a whisper; like he was afraid of bothering you. "Hmn-? Oh! N-no, I was finished a little bit ago, I must've dosed off." "You look like you chugged a bottle of zquil, y/n..." Eyebrows raised and all, you realized that you were indeed the most tired you've ever felt, Lack of sleep to be the blame- the third night without sleep to be exact. "You can call shotgun, I'll drive. C'mon, it's the least I can do. Besides paying for gas money until I can get my car done." He continued giving you hopeful brown eyes that you were quick to avoid. You were easily convinced to say the least. How could you not be? "Fine, I guess..." you said grabbing your jean jacket and backpack. Quickly turning off lights and set ups, you both walked out and locked the door in a slight hurry, the temperature dropped, no surprise. Keys in one hand you passed them to him, your hands briefly touching. "Hope you know how to drive a stick shift." You said hoping he couldn't see your flushed cheeks as you strolled slyly over to the passenger side keeping your eyes down. Quickly hopping in, you rubbed your arms up and down trying to create some warmth. He chuckled, his breath visible in the cold air. 'I'm so fucked' you thought. "Hm?" Aleks murmured stopping what he was doing and staring directly at you. "What? Did I say something?" You asked, trying so hardly to play it off. "Well, I guess not-" he looked back down with a smirk and turned the keys igniting the engine. "Do you have an aux cord?" He asked "Uh no..." "Do you always just drive in quiet?" He pressed. "Ha, no!? I just have a lot of uh..." squeezing your eyes shut to avoid getting worked up. 'CDs, y/n?! Just say you are an avid CD collector because you deeply appreciate your emo phase and the bands that had been apart of it!' You thought. 'Stop being such a baby!' Your conscious scolded. You wanted to curl up in a ball. There's no way to avoid it anymore, you sold yourself to the devil when you listened to 'I don't love you', by my chemical romance. You'd rather be in a passenger seat with your worst ex right now rather than deal with his judgement. "Oh! You have cds? Are they in the console? Dude, that's so sick! I have a ton of cds too!" He exclaimed with a childish but sincere excitement. Every single word flew over your head. He began to lift up your console that was stashed full of your life's collection of ridiculous cds, special edition copies, ep's. Oh god... As he scooted your elbow off of it and went on to open it, you inhaled and let your head fall against the window. 'FUCKFUCKFUCK-' you screamed repeatedly over and over in your head, but you were stopped by the sound of the console quickly closing. "I'm so stupid," he muttered, letting out a sigh. "Just- uh, get comfortable and shit, and uh try and sleep- that was my reason for driving you-" he spoke almost mad. His previous excitement completely gone. Just a douchey outer shell of a content creator you used to admire. Maybe he really isn't the way you thought he was, that cute, rowdy, and funny personality who would give even a weirdo like you a chance. Or even a friendship. "Aleks, you really don't need to! I'm okay, really, you look much more tired-" you stopped when you saw his stare saying all too much. "Okay, fine. I'll try and sleep." You groaned turning on your side facing the window as best as you could. Your hood helped a lot, but still it was cold as heck. You drifted off quickly, the last thing you remember seeing was rain drops rolling down the window. "You call the shots babe, I just wanna be yours, secrets I have held in my heart, are harder to hide than I thought, maybe I just wanna be yours, I wanna be yours, I wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours, wanna be yours..." your eyes blinked open slowly trying to reassess what's happening. You see the familiar street lamps passing by and you slowly breathe again, happy to almost be home. You smiled at the realization that Aleks had been singing the entire time, and it definitely wasn't the radio, no one has played this since it was big only meaning he went through your cd stash. His voice distracted you, making your stomach giddy like it does when you're on a trampoline, not knowing how high up you're going, and the unknowing feeling of when you're going to catch ground, over and over. Finally the car was parked, ignition turned off. And a tired Aleks gently rubbed your arm up and down in an attempt to bring you back to consciousness, although you definitely already were. You also realized the familiar fabric laying over you; it was his jacket. Your heart melting, you attempted to fake stirring in your sleep, not giving up the act that easily. An audible sigh was heard from your left, Then the obvious jingling of keys, and then another sigh. "y/n/n, What's wrong?" He asked out loud. Him calling you by your nickname hit you in your gut. No one does that. "Huh?" You asked, pretty confused. "Why do you always do shit to push me away?" Now he had your full attention. "What are?-" "No!" He loudly stopped you. What's happening with him? "Why do you always push me away?" He asked again while attempting to keep you in your seat with his awfully harsh eyes glaring into your own. "What the fuck Aleksandr?" You pushed yourself up grabbing the door handle and seeing he purposely locked the door. Great. "I- I just want to know why, you won't ever talk to me normally, you can barely tolerate a drive with me? What's your fucking deal?!" He was yelling too loud for you to even think. Your fingers pulling at your roots out of frustration. Not even feeling the pain it was causing to your head. "Have you never felt insecure, aleks? You don't get it! Why the fuck do you care anyways?! Just so you can hear someone say how much they like you? Or how much better you are than them?-" by now tears tinted black were streaming down your face uncontrollably. All the pent up frustration and feelings were unveiled and put on show like a trophy case. If you weren't so sleep deprived and out of your head you'd shut up by now. "You know what? Tomorrow, I'll just turn in my r-" With no warning, and ridiculous speed, he had his hand impatiently bringing your face to his, he let his other hand take your chin, tilting it up towards his soft and smooth lips. He didn't bother being polite or delicate, he was just as pissed off at you for no clear reason too. He made sure to let you know that- he wasn't easing up, and you couldn't care less. His lips were saying things that words never could, but in sync, as if you completely were on the same page. He'd bite down on your bottom lip harshly and use his teeth to pull on it, then suck on it again and again until you'd moan uncomfortably. Groaning he grabbed your hips and managed to sit you on his lap while not leaving your mouth alone. You impatiently kissed and bit all along his jaw, the smell of his aftershave burning through you, watching his head tilt back and eyebrows furrow. His hands weaving in your hair, pulling slightly, continuously panting against your mouth as he let your weight fall against him, foreheads resting on another. Your skin was dotted with bruised and pulsing teeth marks. His pale skin practically mirrored yours. "Ah f-fuck y/n-" he moaned in your ear, tightening his hold on you. He shifted in the seat from under you trying to get you to stop subconsciously writhing your hips back and forth, not doing anything other than holding you tighter, and letting his head fall into your neck when you'd stilled finally getting the message. He clearly was trying to control himself, he wouldn't take advantage of this; no matter how much he enjoyed being under you. "y/n? Can I take you to your room? Not like to fuck! But to sleep with- shit, next to you?" He asked, eyes rolled back. "Yes- yes, please... Are you okay, Aleks? I'll get off of you-" "Ah. No, fuck- just don't move for a second babygirl, okay?" He hissed grabbing your hips as you arched yourself forward. Smirking, you nodded in his neck, though the nickname he gave you just made you want to do your worst, he probably hadn't even realized he said that, but damn. You breathed heavily and stayed as still as you could so he could catch his breath. Soon enough he finally got out of the car, and swiftly picked you up, not without kissing you harshly on your lips, before picking you and his backpack up, and made his way to your bedroom. He laid you down softly, and set his backpack down, taking of his shirt and jeans in the process as you did somewhat the same. He made his way around the bed and crawled under your covers, his needy hands reaching out for your sides to embrace, you could feel how easy it was to reciprocate his feelings. Which you did. He pulled you tightly flushed against him, his cold fingertips tracing up your sensitive sides with his head resting into your neck and hair. Any movement would probably just grind on him- which was fun, but both of you were so content being just like this, it could wait till morning. Never thinking you'd be in the same bed as him washed over you, and his cold breath and movements, it was hard to close your eyes from trying to burn the mental picture of him. He looked so peaceful and worry free. His arms tied around your back as his chest became the best pillow you'd ever had. Getting to stare at his tattoos felt like a blessing. Tracing the outlines of some and relaxing to the feeling of his breathing was something you can't help but want to be able to do forever. Occasionally while admiring his entire being a kiss would be planted here and there on his chest. This went on till he moaned and slowly opened his brown eyes to only be a couple inches from yours. He trailed his hand ever so slowly up the outside of your left leg to pull it up on his waist. Feeling every part of him as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his chest and letting his lips dwell all over. "y/n?" he asked in a rough voice, "Why didn't you want me to look in the console?" He softly asked "…well, it's just embarrassing. I don't want you to see my cds and shit because I know you would hate me even more and peg me as some punk ass if you saw how many band posters I have-" "Wait- you think I hate you? y/n, of all things to get insecure about- your music taste is nothing that you should be paranoid about." He said leaning on his elbow looking down at you "I love a lot of the same bands you do- I just thought I'd look like a tool if I walked up to you and sounded like a dick only talking to you about one band on your shirt. I'd been wanting to ask you out- I just didn't have the balls to make a move till last night..." His sentence was cut short by your mouth on his, stopping his banter of self consciousness made you understand how ridiculous your own was. It was definitely reassuring to hear him say that he did like your He sat on top of you quickly, to whisper "my taste in music iS YOUR FACE!-" as loud as he could, which in turn, started a pillow fight of attempting to suffocate each other with a pillow. Also making you both late for work, let's just say you regret not having time to put makeup over the bruises that littered your neck. You two would never hear the end of that.

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Moonlight Cookie (Cookie Run), Loremaster (HELLTAKER), Adora (She-Ra), The Collector (The Owl House), Panne, Yarne, Silas, Sophie, Lilith, Manuela, Sitri, and Askr (Fire Emblem) are all available for interaction! They all have been added to the mobile muse list, the blog muse list, with their small blog bio done, the shipping list and then finally added to the muse interest check! Check them all out when you guys can!

Our biggest haul, babeeeeeeeeey! Major update, guys! :D I've gotten small bios for every single character on this 60+ multimuse blog and most of them have graphics on the main blog! And are ready to go! Yay, I'm out of coding hell! Lillie (Pokémon), Plumeria (Pokémon), Castiel (Supernatural), Ryoko (Pokémon), Fujimoto (Pokémon), Lore (HEARTBOUND), Gregory (FNAF), and Glamrock Freddy (FNAF) are still in need of graphics and are incomplete, but their bios are at least complete. I still need to work on bio summaries for those who don't have it, but there's still bio info on there!

The links in the description for the main blog, not the mobile one, don't work? For some reason? At least it works on the mobile blog and the same links can be accessed in the navigate area, so I'm not too worried about it for now. There's a lot with this update I can't list it all, but I have updated PSDs, changed blog colors to make it more noticeable, and other things. I haven't gotten all the zodiac signs for my muses too but :'D that's for later too. Alright, anyway, thank you so much for your time guys!!

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@dimensional-duo | Closed Starter

[ Dozens and dozens of shelves curling and twisting every which way, including on the ceilings, and despite the change of their angle the books would sit there ignoring typical gravity laws. All filled to the brim with countless information and stories, just waiting to be picked up and enjoyed. This was one of Enzo’s favorite realms that they had recently discovered, a realm dedicated entirely to literature! They had all sorts of books, every genre, and they even had a special section for kids like them! A bookworm's worst and best dream, endless reading materials everywhere, all to indulge in. Most avid reading fans wouldn’t survive here, and the star child thanked themselves internally they were only here for the children’s storybooks. So many heroes, destined to seek out on their path; fated to defeat dragons, corrupt kings, and any other villain who dared stand in their path! It was an enchanting trope, wanting to be a hero yourself so you can be strong enough to go through anything quelling you. Maybe that’s why Enzo looked at such golden ambitions with total admiration and eagerness, yearning one day to be just like them. One day… ]

[ In the collector’s search for riveting tales in younger written works, they happened to glance curiously at others enjoying such a world themselves. Everyone was engrossed in every book they could get their hands on, and if not, they were searching for the right one to get engrossed in. It was a blissful world, easy to get lost centuries in–and they were yet again grateful they had the time to spare. Then, they saw someone familiar. Eerily familiar. A smaller person particularly caught their eyes, dressed in cultural attire that…no… They looked upward to see their face and…!

Memories started to come back the instant they looked at the stranger’s face–memories they didn’t want surfacing from the abyss. Memories they tried so desperately to shove back in, but they just kept bubbling up; getting dangerously close to the surface. Their temperament was naturally flexible and ever-changing, but this was different. They felt a certain kind of ire they hadn’t felt in years, not since… Since…

Would the best action to do be to run? No–no! Enzo has run enough, if they don’t confront the Archivists about this, it will only continue. They had to be courageous! Like the heroes they fantasized to be… This realm was a strictly neutral territory, and any acts of violence would get you banned eternally. They had to take this elsewhere. ]

[ A simple raise of the hand was all it took to indicate teleportation, the star child and accused both ripped out of the realm to some distance outside its doors. Purple and pink flora swayed in the natural breeze blowing through, but it was already whipping up harshly in sync with the child’s raging emotions. Nothing distracted them as they used their strong levitation magic onto the other to hold them in place, as tightly as possible–maybe too tight. ]

“You…!” [ their red eyes burned bright. ] “Why are you guys here?! I don’t want to go back!!”

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Dimentio dropped to the ground as soon as he was released, overwhelmed with shock and confusion as he scrambled to catch his breath. He still had no clue what the kid was rambling on about, but the pain expressed was…awfully familiar. "There's no one else, child…It's just me. My kind died out ages ago…" He didn't wish to be once again reminded of this unfortunate reality, especially not now. "If any of them harmed you in the past, I was never made aware of it…I'm sorry…" Would it be safe to touch them? The jester was hesitant to take the risk after such immense power was demonstrated.

[ This was it, wasn’t it? The finale of their journey–the end of their fun, the denouement of everything. After everything they went through, after all their mistakes, after all the laughs, this was it? It was all over now. There was nothing left. Their siblings would snatch them back to the stars and resume their negligent, uncaring, and abusive behavior as they did before… Augh, and they hated this feeling too! The star child wasn't able to make any more internal comments because they had the waterworks turned on, and hard. They were able to pull themselves off the ground, trying to curl into a ball as best as they could while they tried wiping the waterfalls coming out but they wouldn't stop. ]

“P-please… Ple-please…!!” [ they started to hyperventilate a bit as they rocked back and forth slowly but shakily. ] “I don’t w-wanna…”

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dimensional-duo

Dimentio had only recently learned of this grand library, and he wondered if he could find something to further enhance his illusionary skills. He was originally planning to spend his time there while in his usual disguise. However, the staff member at the front desk somehow saw through it the moment he stepped inside. "There's no need for you to hide yourself like that," the spindly woman told him, "I can assure you that this place is relatively safe and no one will judge you…so long as you aren't too disruptive or trying to steal something, of course." "Ah…I see…" Too astonished to argue, he hesitantly cancelled his cover. "There, now isn't that better?" she smiled, though this quickly changed into a ponderous expression, "Funny, I could've sworn I saw another young one with a rather similar appearance come in earlier today. You wouldn't happen to be-" The woman stopped herself, shaking her head while muttering, "No, I shouldn't be making assumptions…Anyway, the library will be closing in less than an hour, so do try not to wander around for too long!" Another demighost? Here? That seemed a little too good to be true, but now the magician couldn't stop thinking about it. He slowly floated through the near infinite aisles in search of something interesting, and before long, he found himself in front of the children's section. Finally spotting a book that might be of use to him, Dimentio went to grab it from one of the nearby shelves, but as he did so, his gaze met that of the lone child. In a mere instant, he was snatched and whisked away, unable to escape due to his hands being held taut with the rest of his body by an invisible force. What just happened? Why was he being yelled at by this…wait a second. Was this the one the librarian mentioned? "Guys? Go back where? Who even are you?!!?"

[ They were so upset! Why couldn’t the Archivists leave them alone like they did before?! Why are they coming back now? Why not when it actually mattered?! Enzo couldn’t believe what they were hearing: nonsense coming out of the mouth of another Collector. With everything they have been through, they couldn’t take anyone being dishonest and their grip tightened with their irritation. Their freedom and happiness were at stake if they didn’t do anything now! ]

“I hate liars! Don’t fib! Tell the truth!!” [ their red eyes burned ever brighter with their anger as the ground started to shake like tremors were overcoming the land. ] “I…hate you all! You and everybody else can beat it! Home sucked! You can’t make me go back–!” [ A bitter, painful ache came from their heart during their rant, getting it all off their shoulders after centuries of bottling it up; they swore the familiar sensation they experienced during a fight with a certain someone was felt once more. ]

[ ‘I have to be brave…!’ they attempted to comfort themselves to continue on, but in reality, they were terrified. Absolutely trembling at the thought of going back to the place they hated the most. They hated the prison they were sealed for eons in, equally so as much as they hated their siblings. Their fear wasn’t even hidden as instantly, out of their control, the tears they tried to hold back came gushing out. Bawling loudly like the panicking little kid they were, they lost their hold on Dimentio and fell forward onto the ground. With the sobbing, the surroundings had finally calmed down because they couldn’t focus on anything but the crying. ]

“D-don’t make me g-go back…! I-I-I…” [ These tears! They haven’t cried like this since… ]