#but nah he's more fascinated by it

[deathfavor]

Anonymous said: "Chrollo, what is your opinion on the uncanny valley? Does it freak you out even in the littlest bit? does it disturb you, disgust you, or make you uncomfortable"

" My opinion? I think it's an interesting phenomenon. " Chrollo answers simply, a small smile curving onto his lips. " It's quite fascinating. Why does it exist? Is it an evolutionary sense? If so, then is it something exclusive to homo sapiens or is it something that would have been along the entirety of the Homo genus? There was four different lineages alive at the same point after all. Or perhaps to see illnesses in their own? " He tilts his head to the side, pondering it. " Or is it something more psychological than that? Is it a displeasure of seeing something that is like a reflection of the self but in a way that isn't what we perceive as correct? Should our inner selves be given form, I doubt most people would like what they saw. "

Chrollo ponders the question with the same enthusiasm and interest he might display towards an ancient tomb or priceless artifact that has been acquired. Few others were ones to enjoy such deep, if ultimately pointless, questions.

" As for myself, it does not bother me. Not even the slightest bit as you put it. I find it more intriguing than anything else. Perhaps guarded - after all, I do have the benefit of being aware and highly skilled in using Nen compared to most. This does, of course, also depend if we mean uncanny valley purely by robotics, or of other things like extremely lifelike wax figures or props. Either way, it doesn't bother me. I find it more fascinating to see how other people react to it if I am honest.

[corvidcrybaby]

OMG! I’m so glad you like my OC Angel! She’s my baby and I’ve been working on her since I was a teen even nearly ten years later.

The reason I ask for you feedback/second opinion is because Alucard is so FUCKING DIFFICULT TO WRITE MONOLOGUE AND INTERNAL DIALOGUE FOR!!!

love the smug red-clad asshole but damn is he hard to write for, especially with a character like my OC.

Do you have any advice for writing dialogue, both internal and external, for Alucard?

And this is little bit embarrassing, but I’m also having trouble in some instances of Alucard and my OC interacting because she is an Empath and can see through everyone’s bullshit, literally, and she’s half-mad.

Alucard is fucking hard to write, I agree - I've made a post about this before that I'll link here but I suppose I can provide some additional pointers for things that help me.

Alucard is a spirit of temptation, being a vampire. That means that even with the fact he has a penchant for trying to dominate interactions with others, he's also got a real hard-on for poking and prodding people in their weak points - be it sensual or otherwise, he wants to see if he can provoke people into dropping their mask. If there's anything we know about Alucard based on his assessment of Seras ("beneath that girlish exterior lies a fascinatingly complex creature" or whatever he said to Walter when he asked Alucard why he turned her), it's that he's damn good at seeing what makes people tick beneath the surface. And that's where he gets his entertainment from.

Internal dialogue, however, is a different beast. This will sound ridiculous, but I often imagine I'm writing for a Terminator with a flair for the dramatic and seductive when I write from Alucard's POV. Right down to seeing dialogue options appearing in front of his eyes before he decides how he'll respond to any given stimuli - dude's life is a visual novel and also a sandbox rolled into one. Due to this, it's rare he ends up feeling any sort of direct connection to other people. It isn't necessarily out of a sense of self-deprecation, either, at least not directly. The dude's internal circuitry is just fucking WEIRD and difficult to understand. To quote Zemira, "The inside of that motherfucker's head has gotta look like an M.C. Escher painting or some shit."

I hope this helps!

[gonguji]

Tatarigami specifically going after Kabukimono because Ei killed Orobashi is still living in my head rent free... ><

[diivineray]

THEN LET MY HEART BE HARDENED AND NEVER MIND HOW HIGH THE COSTS MAY GROW . THIS WILL STILL BE SOOOO I WILL NEVER LETTTT YOUR PEOPLE GOOOOO

[gregmarriage]

date night! i drug you and bring you to my apartment, and force you into letting me take care of you. then we become boy best friends and kill a man together <3

[frogeyedape]

I ran out of tags XD Good Omens Spoilers Beware! (time for dinner now)

The Magic Trick You Didn’t See: Being An Analysis of Good Omens Season 2

(or: Neil Gaiman, Your Brain is Gorgeous But I Have Cracked Your Sneaky Little Code And Have You Dead To Rights*) (*Maybe)

***

Soooooo I just spent the last 48 hours having a BREATHTAKING GALAXY BRAIN EPIPHANY about Good Omens Season 2 and feverishly writing a fuckin16,000 word essay about the incredible magic trick that @neil-gaiman pulled off. 

Yes, it’s long, but I PROMISE your brains will explode. Do you want to know how magic works? Do you want to know what Metatron’s deal is (I’m like 99% sure of this and it’s EXTREMELY FUCKING GOOD)? Do you want to know about the Mystery of the Vanishing Eccles Cakes and the big fat beautiful clue I found in the opening credits? Do you go through the whole inventory of Chekov’s Firearm & Heavy Artillery Discount Warehouse? 

Here is the essay, go read it: https://docs.google.com/document/d/193IXS11XN46lziHRb6eUpM17yK0BQkRqke1Wh64A_e0/ When ur done u can tell me I’m an insane crackpot, and u know what, i won’t even be offended

In case you don’t know whether you want to bother reading the whole enormous thing on google docs, I’ve put the first couple sections of it under the cut. JUST TRUST ME OKAY, HEAR ME OUT, THIS IS VERY EXTREMELY COOL, NEIL IS GOOD AT HIS JOB–

Keep reading

[rauferes]

There's never a bad version of "Emmrich feels conflicted about jacking off to Rook" (delicious, keep it up guys) but can I just say my favorite version of this is taking it to its natural conclusion.

Emmrich, a gentleman, refuses to continue after the first time or two his base impulses get the best of him.

But the problem, see, is that his little... fascination... with Rook does not improve with time. Eventually, Rook is the only thing he can think about.

So he stops touching himself entirely.

Unfortunately for Emmrich, killing gods takes rather a lot longer than one would hope. The first couple weeks are fine, of course. Perhaps even the first month. Emmrich is a man who knows how to handle himself. But the days wear on, and Emmrich only grows more and more reactive, more desperate. He flusters easily; he very quietly gets riled up, with nothing to betray him but a faint blush and the frozen, mortified expression of a Victorian gentleman with considerably more honor than good sense.

This isn't the first time this has happened to him, but it dawns on him slowly that the last two crushes he strangled in this fashion were on academics. His contact with Rook is in admittedly more... vigorous contexts. There's rather a lot of delicious muscle being flexed, incredible feats of athleticism, flushing cheeks and fine sheens of sweat, and as much as he might try not to notice it... rather a lot more bouncing than is strictly speaking comfortable.

It's not improved by the fact that Rook is an opportunist: if there is a quip to be made, or an appalling pun, they'll do it. Flirting, by Emmrich's assessment, is no different for them. They aren't really interested, of COURSE not-- but try telling his leaping heart (and, ahem--) that.

There are some days he very much wishes to strangle his unruly anatomy-- except, at this juncture, it would undoubtedly be taken as encouragement.

If waking hours weren't already enough of a torment, this is when he becomes haunted by The Dreams. Rook bent over his desk, moaning. Rook pulling him into an alleyway and pressing him against the wall, eager with their kisses. Rook's hand impatiently undoing his sash. Rook's grin. Rook's hot, clever mouth--

Emmrich wakes up breathless, grinding down on his bed, and he can't stop. He tips over the edge almost immediately.

It should come as a relief. It doesn't. Things only get worse.

(When Rook finally has their impulsive way with him-- when they are busy kissing and pawing each other like teenagers and Rook's hand slips down and Emmrich breathlessly says, "Perhaps we should slow down?" and Rook tilts their head to the side, considers for a fraction of a second, and says, "Nah."-- the first sound Emmrich makes is a loud groan of pure relief.)

[kxsagi]

hey so erm can i request a platonic hcs list with bllk chars (u can choose whoever just as long as kunigami's there) with reader who is like very expressive and not at all nonchalant? like they'll get excited over nothing and be all over the place? oh and they barely have a concept of personal space so they always end up having way more physical contact with everyone without realizing

i love the gumpy x/& sunshine trope, if you cant tell

“𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬”

a/n: i love this trope too, many people close to me describe me as sunshine 😭

ft. kunigami rensuke, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, chigiri hyoma, shidou ryusei, kaiser michael, ness alexis, bachira meguru

kunigami rensuke (post-wild card)

stoic wall vs human tornado of emotions and hugs. 

at first, kunigami is DEAD SET on maintaining his personal bubble like it’s a sacred shrine. you? you burst in like a joyful wrecking ball. 

“kunigami!! guess what!! i learned how to juggle yesterday!! wanna see??” 

before he can answer, you’re already draping yourself over his shoulders and tossing some invisible balls around. 

he freezes. literally. doesn’t move for a solid 30 seconds. 

“please maintain boundaries,” he grumbles, but the corner of his mouth twitches because honestly, he kind of likes the attention. (don’t tell him that.) 

you take this as a challenge to get even more physical, so you start randomly poking his side and grabbing his hand like it’s your lifeline. 

kunigami lowkey loves it when you touch him without asking. it’s surprising, but it makes his gruff exterior soften in a way he can’t explain. 

he tries to keep a poker face but sometimes he just sighs and mutters, “stop being so… bright.” 

you grin like, “you love it, don’t lie.” 

his grumpy “hmph” sounds suspiciously like a smile. 

when you’re sad or overwhelmed, kunigami becomes your stoic rock who’ll finally wrap his arms around you without a word, because he gets it. 

your chaotic energy cracked his ice fortress, and he’s oddly grateful for it. 

itoshi rin

your mere existence makes his blood pressure spike. 

you burst into the room like “RINNNN!!! guess what!!! i saw a dog wearing SHOES!!!” 

and rin, who was having a peaceful moment of silence, just flinches like he’s being attacked. 

“why are you yelling. why are you touching me.” 

because you’re already hugging him from behind and bouncing slightly, and he has to grab your wrists to stop you from choking him out in your excitement. 

you playfully slap his chest when he makes a sarcastic comment and he malfunctions for a second like she just… hit me? playfully? affectionately??? 

secretly loves it when you cling to him like a sloth. pretends he doesn’t. but he adjusts his walking pace when you're glued to his arm. 

“you don’t know personal space, do you?” 

“nope!” you grin, and he groans but lets you lean your head on his shoulder anyway. 

the team thinks you’re his emotional support golden retriever. 

itoshi sae

honestly, he lets you climb him like a tree. doesn’t even react. you wrap your arms around his neck out of nowhere and he just goes, “you again.” 

you’re always doing the most over the smallest things, like squealing over cute socks or gasping at a new vending machine flavor. 

“look sae!! honey lemon sparkling water!!!” 

“... incredible,” he deadpans while you spin in a circle. 

you dramatically throw yourself across his lap and he doesn’t even flinch. 

people are like “doesn’t she annoy you?” and sae’s just like “nah. she makes life less boring.” 

he finds it fascinating how you show every emotion you feel in 4K and doesn’t stop you when you poke his cheeks or pull on his sleeves. 

might even smirk when you start ranting about how unfair it is that pigeons don’t pay rent. 

isagi yoichi

isagi.exe has stopped working the first time you glomped him from behind. he squeaked. actually squeaked. 

“you can’t just TOUCH people like that!!” 

“but you looked cute standing there like a confused little worm!” 

blushes like crazy when you hold his hand out of nowhere or touch his face to “squish his cutie lil cheeks.” 

lowkey flustered every single day. never builds up a tolerance. 

sometimes you interrupt his game analysis with “YOOO LOOK AT THIS MEME” and he tries to act annoyed, but ends up giggling. 

probably starts craving your physical touch and sunshine energy, but will never admit it until you don’t cling to him one day and he’s like “wait. where’s my daily affection?” 

he goes: “hey um. you okay? you didn’t, like, tackle me today.” 

sir… you miss her hugs just say that. 

nagi seishiro

“you’re so loud….” he whines while you lie on top of him like a weighted blanket. 

doesn’t mind that you invade his space. you're soft and warm and pet his hair without asking. 

nagi gets addicted to headpats: a saga. 

you squeal every time he scores a goal and jump on him like “MY GENIUS BOYFRIEND!!!” 

he grumbles but wraps his arms around you anyway and mumbles, “so annoying…” with the fondest smile. 

you do little things like tracing random doodles on his arm with your finger and he becomes physically incapable of moving. 

at this point he’s like a house cat. you’re noisy but you pet him and love him and he’s never letting you go. 

mikage reo

lives for your reactions. will literally buy you glittery pens or rainbow socks just to see your jaw drop and arms flail. 

“YOU DIDN’T!!” 

“I DID.” 

you constantly sit in his lap or lean your entire body weight on him and he acts like it’s the best gift life has ever given him. 

“babe, i love how you have no sense of boundaries. it’s so hot.” 

sometimes you cling to his arm like a koala in public and strangers give him weird looks but he’s like “yeah. she’s cute, right?” 

enables your energy 100%. brings snacks just to watch you squeal. kisses your forehead when you rant about niche things for 15 minutes straight. 

chigiri hyoma

visibly flinches the first few times you launch yourself into his space. 

he was not prepared. he's a delicate catboy. 

“do you… do you always do this?” 

“do what?” you say, your head tucked under his chin like a baby bird. 

he gets used to it though. too used to it. starts missing the chaos when you’re not around. 

your high-pitched “HYO-CHANNNN!! 💖” gives him a heart attack every time. 

but when he’s sulking, you nuzzle his neck and go “who made my pretty boy sad?” and he melts. completely. 

eventually starts leaning into your touch like it’s home. 

shidou ryusei

thinks you’re the funniest thing to ever exist. 

“you’re like a cartoon character. are you even real?” 

you throw your arms around him in public and he’ll full-on spin you like “YEAHHHH SUNSHINE GIRLIEEEE!” 

the only one as touchy and chaotic as you. 

sometimes you talk so fast and wave your hands around that he’ll just grab them and kiss them to shut you up. 

“aw, you’re wagging your tail again~” 

“i do not have a tail.” 

“you do now.” 

becomes very possessive over your attention though. the moment you’re touchy with someone else, he’s clinging to you like a barnacle. 

kaiser michael

pretends he’s annoyed by your energy. absolutely is not. 

“ugh, you again. what do you want, a medal?” 

“NO!! I WANT A HUG :D” 

and then you tackle him and he stumbles but grins like a fool while rolling his eyes. 

“so needy. it’s cute.” 

you’ll plop onto his lap and start babbling about your day and he’ll act like he’s not listening but then go, “wait, what happened with the weird cashier guy?” 

you hang off his arm at events and he jokes like, “she’s my emotional support gremlin. don’t touch her.” 

loves that you’re so expressive. too expressive. kisses your forehead when you pout, pokes your cheek when you smile, fully addicted to your animated face. 

ness alexis

sweet boy is SO overwhelmed. 

you walk in like “NESSIE 🥰🩷🩷🩷” and cling to his arm with zero warning and he just blinks rapidly like a confused doll. 

“w-we’re in public! d-do you always hug people like this?!” 

the answer is yes. and you’re already wrapping a scarf around him and patting his cheeks like he’s your beloved poodle. 

turns into a flustered mess every time. blushes all the way to his ears. 

“you’re very… affectionate…” he says shyly. 

“do you not like it?” 

“n-no! i mean yes!! i mean– i don’t mind!!! i like you very much!!!” 

poor boy stutters through every interaction while you’re over here playing with his fingers and calling him “little pocket prince.” 

is 100% your biggest defender though. if anyone makes a comment like “wow she’s a lot,” ness snaps with a scary smile like “she’s PERFECT actually 🥰🔪” 

he's not just whipped. he's frothed. he's foamed. he’s gushing like a soda can under pressure. 

bachira meguru

your energy + bachira’s energy = the apocalypse. 

you screech when you see a cat and jump on his back and he screeches too like “WOOOAAA CAAAAAT!!!” 

you guys hold hands, link arms, lean on each other, and pile your legs on top of each other like it’s NORMAL. 

physical contact? emotional support? bouncing like gremlins? that's just an every day thing. 

the first time you randomly plopped into his lap while talking about how cute snails are, he just went “cozy~” and kept playing with your hair while humming. 

he loves how you express every emotion like it’s a broadway performance. 

“meguruuu look!! i drew us as frogs!!” 

“AWESOME!! i’ll hang it on my wall next to my cursed pikachu drawing!!” 

everyone else is like “how do you two never run out of energy” and you both look at each other and say “FRIENDSHIP JUICE!” before high-fiving with your feet. 

genuinely thinks you’re the most fun person ever and smiles like a little gremlin every time you invade his space. 

also? you two cuddling = tangle of limbs + aggressive giggling + a cat probably sitting on one of your heads. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[4kingz]

ticci toby nsfw headcanons

warnings : 18+ mdni, dark content / themes, possessive behavior

Rough around the edges, rougher in bed. Yeah. He’s got that unhinged, jittery energy that screams feral while fucking you. He’s not polished or suave—more like he acts on instinct. Expect messy kisses, bruising grips, and the kind of intensity that feels like you’re the only thing grounding him.

He lives for reactions. Toby’s a watcher. He stares—blatantly. He likes to see you squirm, fluster, gasp, beg. He’s not the type to look away shyly. Nah, he wants to memorize every expression you make when he touches you, every sound you let slip. He’s obsessed. Pain kink? …Yeah. Given his CIPA (can’t feel pain), there’s this twisted curiosity about watching others feel. He doesn’t want to hurt you in a cruel way, but he might test limits—scratches, bites, grabbing too hard just to see the red marks. It’s part fascination, part fixation.

Likes control… but not in a "do as I say" way. He doesn’t order you around so much as he corners you. Pins you. Grins while he takes his time. He’s chaotic, unpredictable. He’ll tease until you’re begging, just because he wants to hear you crack.

His aftercare is surprisingly sweet. Post-intensity Toby softens. He gets quiet. His hands, once gripping too tight, now trace slow circles on your skin. He doesn’t say much, but he stays close—almost clingy. Like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

Hates feeling exposed—but loves exposing you. Toby’s not about the lights-on, stripped-down vulnerability for himself. He keeps his hoodie on, bites his gloves off, and keeps that layered look unless you really earn his trust. But getting you flustered? Undressed? Sprawled? He thrives off it.

Likes it desperate. Not just yours—his too. He gets obsessive. Once he's into someone, it consumes him. Expect urgent kisses like he’s starving, touches like he’s afraid you’ll slip away, muttered curses under his breath while he grips you tighter.

He struggles to say it, but his touch tells you everything—mine. Every bite, every bruise, every lingering stare says it louder than words ever could. With Toby, it’s never casual. It’s all-consuming. Expect to be wanted. Expect to be marked. And don’t expect to leave his bed without a souvenir or twenty.

[404lizzylizard]

Personal Space

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: ~1,600

Tone: Flirty, fluffy, slow-burn with teasing

Warnings: suggestiveness (tinsy tiny), one brain cell shared between Spencer and the reader when it comes to feelings

a/n: spencer Reid fic from the polee (I was hoping it was George Weasley😖) but I still love me some reid

Your desk faces forward. Spencer’s desk is directly behind yours, parallel in that perfect, FBI-efficient way. Which means you spend approximately 62% of your time slowly spinning in your chair to talk to him.

It started innocently—questions about reports, inside jokes during late nights, coffee refills delivered with a dramatic swivel. But now, it’s become a habit. You lean over his desk without thinking, draping across his space, nudging papers, stealing pens, “borrowing” candy.

And the most fascinating part?

He never tells you to stop.

Hotch once walked by and you were halfway sitting on Spencer’s desk, poking at his notes with your pen, and Spencer didn’t even blink. But when Morgan tried to leave his coffee cup on Spencer’s stack of files?

Spencer swatted it off like a fly and snapped, “Please don’t clutter my workspace.”

That’s when Morgan noticed.

“Yo, Pretty Boy,” Morgan says one morning, leaning on the edge of your desk with a too-wide grin. “How come when I so much as breathe near your books, you act like I’ve threatened national security, but she—” he nods toward you, where you’re perched backward in your chair, full torso leaning into Spencer’s space “—basically lives in your lap and you don’t say a damn word?”

Spencer glances up from his files, ears already pink. “I don’t—she’s not—”

You spin fully around, chin in your hand. “I’m charming. It’s a well-documented immunity.”

Morgan chuckles, folding his arms. “So that’s how it is?”

“Could be,” you say sweetly. “Unless someone else wants to let me take over their desk space and steal their snacks.”

Morgan holds up his hands. “Nah, nah. I like my boundaries.”

Spencer murmurs something into his folder, barely audible.

“What was that?” you ask, turning to him again with a teasing glint in your eyes.

“I said you can keep stealing my snacks,” he mumbles, not meeting your gaze.

Morgan gives you both the most dramatic side-eye ever recorded in Quantico history. “Mm-hmm.”

You test it later, just to see.

You drape yourself across Spencer’s desk with zero purpose—just your elbows propped up and your chin in your palms, watching him work.

“You're gonna get a paper cut to the face one day,” Emily says as she walks by, smirking.

“I’m conducting important psychological field research,” you reply. “Studying the Reid in his natural habitat.”

Spencer glances at you. “That implies I’m some kind of… lab rat.”

You grin. “A cute lab rat.”

Spencer stares for a second too long, then blinks and returns to his files. His ears? Pink.

Two days later, you wear something a little… new. Not scandalous. Just a fitted wrap top with a neckline that dips a little lower than usual. It hugs your waist. Shows just a hint more. You don't plan it for Spencer.Okay. Maybe you do. A little.

You barely sit down before you turn in your chair again, arms draped over the back as you rest your chin near Spencer’s stack of books.

“Morning,” you say softly.

His head snaps up. His eyes flick to your face—and then, instinctively, lower.

Just for a second. Barely a blink.

But you catch it.

He looks away immediately, pretending to read a chart. His posture is too straight. His jaw clenched.

You smirk. “You okay?”

“Mhm,” he says, not looking up.

You lean just a little closer. “You seem tense.”

Morgan, passing by, drops his coffee right into a trash can because he’s not subtle. “Well, well, well. Interesting outfit choice, sunshine.”

“Thanks!” you chirp, fully unbothered. “Spencer didn’t say anything, but he looked.”

Spencer chokes.

Emily stops mid-step. “Reid. Did you stare at cleavage on government property?”

“I didn’t stare,” he sputters, burying his face in a case file. “I glanced. There’s a difference. It’s neurological.”

“Dude,” Morgan says, grinning like the cat that caught the mouse. “You are down bad.”

You laugh, and Spencer gives you a helpless, side-eyed glance. It’s adorable.

Later, when the bullpen empties out for lunch, you linger. He’s still sitting at his desk, scribbling in his notebook, pretending nothing happened.

You perch yourself on the corner of his desk. “You really didn’t mind?”

Spencer looks up at you slowly, expression softer now. “When you’re here?”

He shrugs, offering a half-smile. “It actually makes the day better.”

Your chest flutters, but you stay cool. “Even when I mess up your system?”

“I built a new system,” he admits.

“Around you”

You blink.

“Oh.”

He clears his throat, going back to his notes. “Anyway.”

You hop off the desk and lean in close, lips near his ear. “In that case… I’m never sitting straight again.”

Spencer swallows hard. “Please don’t.”

You grin. “Told you. I’m charming.”

As you walk away, you don’t have to look back to know he’s watching.

And for once, you’re the one who doesn’t say a word…

[unknownati]

vii. dreamin'

a/n: getting ekko high for the first time <333

i usually always see this fic the other way around but i js wanted to reverse it 🙌🏾 next few fics will prob be fluff to make up for my freakiness my fault yall

*typos do not exist to me anymore choosing peace ☮️🌿🌎 stay blessed hakuna matata

warnings/tags: black!fem!reader (again, just using aave but i usually have a black reader in mind 🤷🏾‍♀️), no physical description of reader, no use of y/n, slightly sub!ekko if you squint, modern!ekko, marijuana use, if the terms r wrong that's cuz i dont smoke im just a freak, shotgun kisses, contact high, hot boxing in the back of your car, grinding, riding, passionate asf, fluff and smut, ekko's in love with you real bad, ...breeding, this one's just nasty sorry guys 😕, also maybe a little ooc

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ekko gets high on the way you look when you smoke.

a blunt—a neatly packed backwood—between your glossy lips. watching the flame from your lighter dance around illuminate your features with a golden light. the frayed end catches, glowing briefly before dissipating as you take the first pull, the cloud of smoke swirling around you, it was a sight for sore eyes.

ekko always watches in silence, the thick vapor settling in his lungs. he's definitely gotten contact high before, feeling the edges of his muscles relax ever so slightly a few minutes after you spark up.

this time was no different, of course.

he’d planned the night with excitement, he always did after realizing he wasn’t taking you out as often as he’d like. monthly dates; something to make up for it. he had no doubt this one was the date of all dates.

this time, he hit you with the, “i know a spot,” but insisted it had to be your car. no question. you didn’t mind—not like you were driving, anyway.

the place he drove you to could only be described as breathtaking. you were parked perched on a cliff overlooking a lake, moonlight glittering off of the water. waterfalls cascaded in the distance, crashing down on the water in a gentle purr. twinkling fairy lights hung from the trees, casting a soft glow around the area. you gasped in fascination, the cutest, "there's more!" replacing your expression with a smile.

he clicked a button on the car fob, the trunk clicking open. your eyes widen upon finding a picnic was laid out in perfect simplicity.

"how'd you hide this from me?" you marvel, crawling into the trunk. ekko snickers.

"you don't carry anything to your trunk."

"is this why you needed my car?"

"yeah, your trunk's actually able to be sat in."

you pout in adoration. "you're so cute," you thank him with a peck to his cheek.

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nearing the end of the night, the two of you migrated to the backseat, r&b nearly whispering in the background. in your search for a phone charger, you found a half-smoked blunt on the ash tray in your car.

"look at god," you grinned, settling back down and tugging a cheetah-print lighter out of your pocket, igniting the burnt end. closed windows jail the smoke inside the car walls, so when you exhaled the smoke it immediately flooded his nostrils. he coughed, a light chuckle overlapping his sputters.

"sorry," you whispered half-heartedly, resting your wrist against your knee. you catch his gaze, the arch of your brow raising. "you want a hit?"

"what?" he croaked after a beat. your arm straightens to offer the blunt to him. "...nah, i don't even know how."

"you forreal?" you snicker. "...want me to teach you?" consideration; then hesitation. his lips twist. "you don't have to if you don't want to."

eventually, his shoulders raise and fall and he murmurs 'i'll try,' your body already excitedly scooting closer to him the moment he shrugged.

"yay! okay, so all you wanna do is jus'...relax 'n inhale. don't suck, inhale. slow and steady."

he nods, half-lidded eyes following your hand as you brought the blunt to his plump lips. you wished you could get that image permanently tattoo'd on your lids. ekko takes a moment to register your instructions and inhales, yet he bails last second, tearing it from his mouth and coughing into his elbow. you can see smoke exiting his nostrils in tendrils with each cough, though.

"you almost got it!" you laugh, proud.

"yeah but—" he gets interrupted by his cough, his brows furrowing. "the taste—"

"you can taste it?" you question, intrigued.

"i think?"

hearing the giggle that filled the walls of the car while you took the blunt back from him made embarrassing himself a little more worth it.

"you looked good as fuck though," you praise.

"did i really?"

"yeah, but when do you not?"

a cool chuckle leaves his lips. "you right."

silence falls between you for a moment before a lightbulb flickers alive in your head.

"got an idea," you announce, shifting your weight closer toward him again. you bring the blunt back to your lips, taking a long pull that almost makes you pass out. your free thumb presses into his lip, prying his lips ajar.

leaning into his space, you blew the smoke into his mouth. he completed the kiss, eyes fluttering closed. searching hands immediately found purchase on your waist to pull your weight into his lap. you grind down into him, coaxing a moan out of him that has immediately has you soaked, pushing down into him again and again.

blood immediately starts rushing down and up at the same time. his dick pokes at your thigh and you laugh, surprised at how quick you got him worked up.

his hands creep up your wielding wrist, tugging the backwood toward his lips.

"tryin' again?" your head tilts, hips not halting their slow winding movements. ekko nods, peeking down at your hand as he draws air in. withdrawing, his head leans back and smoke fogs around the two of you.

"you did it baby, good. fast learner."

the slow drawl of your voice seeped into his ears and directly into his bloodstream.

he started to understand why you smoked so often. the euphoric high was rushing to his head and making his breath hitch, yet he wasn't sure if it was from you or the weed. his hips push up to meet yours.

"i need you so bad," he gasps huskily, pawing at your top.

"shiiiit, that's all you had to say."

you tug your shirt off, shifting awkwardly as you remove your pants before settling back into his lap. he pulls off his shirt at the same time, both of your clothes discarded carelessly into the front seat. you lean down to avoid straining your neck against the roof, but the kiss lingers so long that it didn't seem to matter.

you shift in his lap, gliding closer towards his knees. your hands dance down from his shoulder, fingertips gliding along scar-riddled skin. the trail of white hair tracking down from his naval to the hem of his pants was tantalizing, a sight you don't think you'll ever grow sick of. you absentmindedly stick your hand in his boxers and tug his length out, closing your fist around the tip. his abs quiver when you stroke along it.

you both hold your breath as you lift your hips, a featherlight grasp on the base of the head guiding him towards your core. his weeping tip presses against your clit before sliding towards your entrance. eventually you're sinking down, slow, torturous. two relieved exhales spew out, a silent 'finally' from the both of you.

"y'feel so good, firefly." he murmurs, brows tightly knitted together as you relax on your knees. his hands cup the sides of your ass, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

you lean onto his shoulder, rising slow and falling hard.

"shit," you mewl, grinding your hips into him. his hands fly to your hips, his own unintentionally jerking up to meet yours halfway.

you take another hit of the blunt, transporting the smoke to ekko's mouth as you kiss him. the car rocks with your desperate movements, windows fogging.

when you pull away, his glassy eyes dart down to watch where you two connect. you grab his chin and make him face you.

"you're like a fuckin' angel," you punctuate your words with a shaky hand gliding up the back of his buzzed head, white locks tangling in between your digits. "wish i could stay like this forever."

he smiles, though you barely see it when your eyes screw shut. the tip of his dick hits a spot that sends a burst up your spine and you straighten up, your crown thunking against the car roof.

you hear an amused laugh and you scowl. his hand immediately presses against the back of your neck and pulls you down. your sweaty foreheads bump together, eye contact struggling to become a possibility when yours keep rolling back.

for a moment, time slows down. your fingers fumble, dropping your blunt on the rubber mat lining your car floor. your hand meets his chest and you bounce on him, hungered and impatient. whines and groans bounce off the windows, your unoccupied hand patting around to find ekko's hand. clammy fingers intertwine; you squeeze, tight.

"gonna cum, fuck—love you so fuckin' much," you whisper, warm breath tickling his nose. he flashes you a smile and a groan takes it's place. the hand that once graced the back of your neck moved and his arm wraps around your waist, chests pressing against each other.

"i love you too," he whispers back, pressing his lips your collarbone. that phrase was all you needed, your eyes squeezing shut, your tongue stuttering his name and chanting it like a prayer. your hips falter as you reach your climax.

after catching your breath, you push ekko's arm off of you and brace yourself on his shoulders. rise, fall, rise, fall; you find your pacing again to bring him to completion. your foreheads don't separate for a moment, except for when you kiss.

"i'm...fuck—" he can barely get his words out, his muscles a wobbly jello beneath his skin. "close, baby. i'm so close."

it's a warning, but you don't get off of him. you just ride him faster and his groans lace into whines, a trembling hand weakly tapping your thigh.

"fuck, baby i said—"

your walls tightly squeeze around him and you do nothing but stare at him. "i heard you."

he swears he felt his soul exit and reenter his body in those few moments.

his head tosses back against the headrest, struggling to keep his desperate moans contained as he releases inside you, warmth flooding your insides.

when he comes down from his (orgasmic) high, you still don't get off, feeling him slowly grow soft inside of you. your head weakly falls onto his shoulder.

"...i'm tired," he comments.

"i'm hungry," you emphasize, twisting a loc between your fingers. he chuckles; you just ate. you're not joking.

after a moment of silence, which you presume is from him thinking, you hear him speak up. "you ARE on birth control, right?"

"...no," you admit.

he sucks air through his teeth. "damn."

"bad damn or 'oh well' damn?"

"'oh well' damn.'"

a beat. "...random, but you know when i first met you, i thought you were a stud lesbian?"

"yeah get off me."

[deadsetobsessions]

“Did you know that shrimps…”

Tim leaned in, poorly hidden eagerness splayed across his face. A clue that Danny and Phantom were dating?

“Are super delicious?” Danny mumbled, ducking his head to hide his impish grin. Tim exhaled, disappointed, and leaned back to observe. Danny currently had his arm elbow deep in Jason’s chest, the older man grimacing at the weird feeling of being phased through.

“You done?”

“Almost. This is a multiple session kind of thing though, since the corrupted ectoplasm's not only in your body, it's actively trying to fuse with your DNA. Like, a really fucked up virus with virtually no cure."

"No cure?!" Dick's panic was only barely suppressed. "But I thought you said you could help with that?"

"Yeah, I mean, how do you cure death? Everything has to end eventually." Danny said practically, before drawing a bit more tainted ectoplasm out. He stealthily replaced it with a cleaner source, a shot of ecto-dejecto he had absorbed as Phantom but didn't assimilate. "But don't worry, you're not dying again yet. You'll just become even more liminal."

"More?"

"Yeah. You were, by definition, a liminal. Now you'll just have more access to the traits- more in tune with your emotions, night vision, and a minor ability to manipulate ecto."

"I'm sorry, can we circle back on the fact that pit water is trying to fuse with my DNA?" Jason stressed. Danny took his hand out, treatment complete, and dusted them off.

"You don't have to worry about that either, since you've got a magic immune system in the form of... swords?" Danny’s brows furrowed, his senses making sense of the shape of magic.

"The All-Blades are cutting off pit water access." Jason sounded done. Exasperated at where he was in life... but really not all too surprised.

"...Sure?" Danny shrugged. The halfa has seen weirder shit than magic swords.

"Wait, you have magic?!" Dick reached over to grasp Jason's shoulder to shake him. Jason knocked his hands off, scowl becoming more prominent.

"Yeah, picked it up a while ago."

"And you didn't tell us?!"

In lieu of an answer, Jason summoned the All Blades and stabbed Dick, who yelped before realizing they just phased through him.

"Oh, you should use those more. They're purifying the ecto at a smaller quantity, but some is still better than none, right?" Danny said, pleasantly surprised. He ignored Dick’s outraged spluttering. “How interesting.”

Tim gathered his open jaw just to cheekily ask, "So, Jason's a magical girl? Usagi?"

Jason raised the one of the blades threateningly at Tim, who remained unfazed after watching them slide through Dick’s shoulder without leaving a trace of damage.

Danny laughed, "Hah! Nah, more like Madoka? If those are All-Blades, he’s supposed to kill evil with them…”

"Fuck off." Jason grumbled. Dick poked at the sword going through his shoulder in fascination. "Stop that."

"My baby brother is magical and he didn't tell meeeeeee!" Wailed Dick, flopping over Jason’s back like dead weight, hand clutched to his imaginary pearls as he swooned. Jason groaned, dismissing the blades to shove Dick off of him.

"Oh my god, this is why."

“Wait, have you tried stabbing Joker with them? If anyone’s pure evil, it’ll be that guy, right? No, but you’re a civilian… so you might get hurt,” Danny mumbled, huffing a grin as Jason gained a thoughtful look. Guess Danny knows what Red Hood’s gonna try next.

Tim ignored his dumbass brothers, finally done with the subtle tactics. Plus, he has to cut Danny off before he gives Jason any more bright ideas.

“You know, there’s been a rumor going around,” he started, only to get cut off by team Phantom’s impeccable timing. Danny’s open laptop rang with the blaring tones of a group call. The two idiots in the back stopped squabbling with each other, quieting down with interest.

“Oops, gimme a second.” Danny hurried to click the join call button, connecting to the video call. “Hello?”

“Hey, babe!” Tucker said brightly. In the background, Tucker could see Jason mouthing “babe?” to Tim, who shrugged. Dick’s face flashed into something intense before slipping back to its normal harmless facade.

“Sup, loverboy?” Sam chimed in, looking smug. “How’s my favorite boyfriend doing?”

Danny, leader of the gaslight gatekeep girlboss brainwave, naturally slipped into the banter. “Are you saying that ‘cause Tucker ate beef jerky in front of you?”

“Worse. He snuck a tourist t-shirt into my closet. My parents had a fit when they came to visit.”

“I said I was sorry, babe!” Tucker continued, looking actually regretful. Ah, this was something he actually did, as a prank.

“Whatever. Who’s the peanut gallery behind you, loverboy?” Sam buffed her nails, clearly in the middle of reapplying her signature nail polish.

Danny grinned. “Aweeee, is that the color shifting polish I got you? So you do love me!”

“We’re dating.”

If they hadn’t gotten the hint now, Danny would have to rescind their whole world’s best detectives titles.

“That’s our Sam, Danny. Prickly like a hedgehog but allll squishy on the inside.” Tucker snickered. “Seriously though, introduce us.”

Danny backed away from the camera. “This is Jason, Tim, and Dick. Guys, meet my wonderful boyfriend and girlfriend, Tucker and Sam.”

“Hi,” the three vigilantes chorused, looking awkward. Dick broke out of the atmosphere pretty quickly, used to controlling the mood.

“I’m Dick!”

“I’m sure,” drawled Sam. “Nice to meet you, even if we’ve met before.”

“You have?” Tucker and Danny asked.

“Yeah, at the galas. I doubt you’ll remember me.” Sam grimaced. “I was the miserable one in the pink frills.”

“Sam Mason?” Tim asked.

“Yep.”

The boys winced. “Rough.” Jason sympathized.

“Oh, yeah. Danny, how goes wooing Phantom?” Sam asked loudly, looking like she'd rather be discussing anything but the frilled monstrosity that haunted her nightmares.

“Oh, good! I think he’s warming up to me!”

“Ugh, babe, you fabulous fuck, why are you so charming? Why Phantom?” Tucker complained. Danny grinned.

“Come on, nerd, even you have to admit he’s hot.” Sam drawled, looking entertained.

“And majorly cool,” Danny chimed in, with a grin. Wow, Sam must really want Dr. Isley’s number. That, or she’s having a blast fucking with the peanut gallery. Their eyes were bouncing back and forth between Danny and the screen like they were at a tennis match. Or both. It's probably both.

“It’s so not cool to date one of my exes.” Tucker whined. “Plus, you know what he’s like.”

“What’s he like?” Dick asked, leaning in.

“Yeah, Danny won’t tell us anything,” Tim followed up seamlessly.

“Phantom? Hot. So. Hot. Super romantic too.”

"And an emotional mess. You'd never believe what-"

"Okay, seriously, it was one time!" He broke Tucker's system once, and he never let it go. Danny never got a break around here.

"Wait, if you liked him so much, why'd you break up with him?" Jason asked Sam. In Danny's peripherals, he could see Dick updating a group chat. It was going, as they say, swimmingly.

"Obviously I liked Danny more. But having all of them isn't too bad of an idea." Sam leaned back, looking as powerful as she normally does.

"But did it have to be Phantom?" Tucker sulked impressively. Then his eyes finally wandered to Tim. "Oh my god, Tim Drake. Danny, why don't you woo him?! Hey, Mr. Drake, are you interested in dating Danny? He brings terrible puns, smoking looks, and makes killer dinners. All you have to do in exchange is let me pick your brains."

Damn it, Danny knew Tucker was going to pull something like this.

"Uh-huh?" Tim flushed as his brothers cackled at his expense. "Sure..? Wait, what- I mean-"

"Sorry, Timsy. You're gonna have to fight Phantom for my hand. Considering you have no combat experience and Phantom's undead... rough, man."

"Danny, if you don't date him, I will," Tucker solemnly swore.

"Hey, get your grubby paws away from my little brother!" Dick tried to sternly warn them, effect broken by his own intermittent giggles.

"Yeah, you want to date him, you gotta go through the gauntlet." Jason said, muffling Tim's flustered protests with an arm.

"Challenge accepted." Danny paused. "Wait, did I just sign up to be Tim's boyfriend? Shit, Phantom's gonna kill me."

——

Danny texted a series of numbers to Sam. She left him on read.

Ah, maybe he shouldn't have introduced a budding ecoterrorist to a veteran one, but too late now!

——

If you notice any inconsistencies, no u don’t.

It’s been a while since I’ve written for this series though so… yk. Danny, verbally sealing himself into the trap while being chaotic. In character, me thinks.

[himasgod]

Hii :3

Could I request Diasomnia with an s/o that is a demon? Like an actual demon in human disguise but they still do some weird stuff like popping up out of nowhere (teleportation) behind people, hang upside down like Lilia, levitating objects and other demonic antics. They don't reveal what they are so they leave the boys guessing what's up with them.

DIASOMNIA X READER

Where you are a demon

How would the Diasomnia boys react to your weird and mocking attitude as a harmless human-like demon in NRC?

Silver Vanrouge

Silver is far too used to strange things thanks to living in Diasomnia, but even so, there are times when he stares at you, trying to process what he just saw.

He once woke up in the middle of the forest after falling asleep… and saw you walking upside down in the air, as if gravity didn't apply to you.

"…Am I dreaming again?"

"Nah this is real."

He decided not to ask questions and just accept it.

More than once, he's felt something watching him while he sleeps, only to open his eyes and find you hovering above him, peering up close.

"…Why are you there?"

"I just wanted to see how you sleep. You're cute."

He's confused but flattered.

He doesn't judge you or pressure you to explain anything. If there's one thing he's learned from his training, it's that some mysteries are better left unsolved.

Lilia Vanrouge

He's the ONLY one who seems completely unsurprised by your abilities. In fact, he finds it hilarious.

"Oh, how nostalgic! I haven't seen someone hang upside down so naturally since my days in the war. Except myself, of course"

"Why do I feel alluded to…?"

He sees you appear out of nowhere and all he does is laugh and say,

"Oh, adorable! You thought you could scare me."

You really wanted to scare him :(

Of all of them, he's the one who grasps the fact that you're not human the quickest. He doesn't say anything to you directly, but makes ambiguous comments like:

"It's a pleasure to see another nocturnal creature around here." "You know, on my travels I've met beings like you…" "Why do I feel like you're actually much older than you look?"

You just smile mysteriously.

He LOVES to play pranks with you. You become a chaotic duo. Suddenly, everyone at school is afraid that one of you will appear behind them without warning.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek is CONVINCED that you're some kind of evil being who wants to test his loyalty to Malleus MY POOR BOY.

Ever since he saw you effortlessly levitate a book without any spell, he's been following you closely. Not because he suspects you… but because he wants to find out how you did it.

"That wasn't a normal spell! How did you pull it off?"

"Guess."

"THAT'S NOT AN ANSWER!"

He yells at you every time you appear out of nowhere.

"STOP DOING THAT, HUMAN…! WAIT, ARE YOU REALLY HUMAN?!"

He doesn't want to admit it, but it makes his hair stand on end when you disappear just as he blinks.

"A KNIGHT IS NOT FOOLED BY ILLUSIONS! BUT YOU'RE IRRITATING ME!"

It annoys him, but at the same time he wants to impress Malleus by learning your "secret technique."

"If you tell me how you do that, I'll use it to protect the Young Master!"

"Or you could just accept that I'm awesome."

REFUSES.

Malleus Draconia

From the beginning, he sensed something different about you. Your aura didn't resemble that of humans or fae. However, he couldn't quite put his finger on what you were.

Your ability to disappear and reappear without warning confused and him. Normally, he's the one who appears out of nowhere, but you did the same to him

"Oh, my dear, I see you also enjoy making unexpected entrances."

Though he says it calmly, inside he's fascinated. Not many can match you at that.

Once, while walking at night, he felt a presence behind him… He turned slowly, and there you were, looking back at him with a mischievous smile.

"I hadn't sensed you approaching. How did you do it?"

You wink at him.

"Magic."

Now he has more questions than answers.

He's also intrigued by how you can hold things in the air without touching them. He once saw a book float towards you while you were lying on his lap.

"That's not a typical student spell…"

"Maybe I'm naturally talented."

Suspicious.

If you ever decide to tell him the truth, he'll accept it without a problem. After all, he himself is a being that humans consider a "nightmare creature."

HEADCANON BONUS:

You bet with Lilia to see who can scare the most people at school.

One day they see you floating and peacefully reading on the dormitory ceiling. Everyone in Diasomnia simply accepts their fate.

People at Night Raven College think you're a ghost.

Azul even tries to sell stories about "the mysterious Diasomnia entity that appears out of nowhere."

Vil saw you once and said, "I don't know what you are, but at least you have good skin."

Malleus and Lilia find your abilities quite natural, while Silver simply accepts your oddness, and Sebek grows more stressed every day <3

[twstowo]

Their Magicam Accounts[Twst]

♡︎How I think their Magicam Accounts would look and what they do in them.

♡︎This was been catching dust in my drafts for months now. Crazy

♡︎Includes: NRC, RSA and Rollo

⋆⋅☆Riddle: Owns two accounts on Magicam. The first one is only used to like or comment on posts from friends, Carter set up this account against Riddle’s will. He once accidentally posted a picture of the two of you and had a heart attack trying to delete it. The second account is a secret one where he only posts hedgehog pictures.

⋆⋅☆Trey: Has one account where most of his posts showcase his cakes, including pictures from unbirthday parties and moments of you cooking with him. His profile picture is him with that dog filter, you can’t change my mind.

⋆⋅☆Carter: Literally Owns Magicam, posting pictures every time he does something or is with someone. #Thevoicesarewinning. Comments on every post and totally knows that Riddle owns the hedgehog account. He also has a side account for stalking people. Changes his profile picture daily.

⋆⋅☆Ace: Initially only posted embarrassing pictures of people and would only take them down if they paid him. Got suspended quickly from Magicam. The second account is more relaxed, where he shares random content whenever he feels like it. He’s also the type to edit group pictures to make everyone look bad except himself, just to annoy everyone.

⋆⋅☆Deuce: Was the one who reported Ace’s first account since most pictures were of him. Has Shaky pictures, the best picture he has is one of him, Ace, and you together. Probably uses social media mostly for chatting with friends. Also, he, Ace, and you have one of those quirky couple profile pics.

⋆⋅☆Leona: Owns an account with no posts, profile picture, comments, or followers. Rarely uses Magicam, but he occasionally checks your posts.

⋆⋅☆Ruggie: Uses Magicam for selling stuff. Created a group for selling second-hand items and pins all his stuff to ensure faster sales than everyone else.

⋆⋅☆Jack: Gym pictures? Nah, I feel he’d be too shy for that. Probably has one image that he uses everywhere else just to identify himself.

⋆⋅☆Azul: Opened an account to promote Mostro Lounge, daily posts feature new dishes, prices, menus, and sales. He also has a personal account but doesn’t post (doesn’t think he looks nice in pictures).

⋆⋅☆Jade: Mushroom account, has so many followers who share his fascination. Their conversations are all about their mushroom hikes and can last for hours. Makes really aesthetically pleasing posts filled with detailed information about different types of mushrooms.

⋆⋅☆Floyd: For legal reasons I won’t say why, but his account got suspended after one week of its creation.

⋆⋅☆Kalim: Sends party invitations through Magicam, Jamil had to create a group to prevent Kalim from sending individual invitations constantly. Enjoys capturing pictures of the sky. Once posted a picture of Jamil, after it was deleted, he didn't post anything for a whole month, I wonder what happened.

⋆⋅☆Jamil: Similar to Leona, but he often checks Trey’s account for his cake posts. When he saw a picture of you and Trey together, he invited you over to cook with him but didn’t have the courage to ask for a picture of the two of you.

⋆⋅☆Vil: Posts frequently, sharing about himself and his daily routine, always looking impeccable. Regularly receives barking comments, he spends hours deleting all of them.

⋆⋅☆Rook: We all know he has a fan account for Neige. Likes posts of all the celebrities he adores. Writes extremely lengthy comments whenever he finds someone beautiful. He's been blocked so many times he's lost count.

⋆⋅☆Epel: Initially tried taking cute pictures following Vil’s advice but got annoyed as he looked too feminine. Instead, he started promoting stuff from his farm back home.

⋆⋅☆Idia: Uses an account with a weird name to hide his identity, posts about games and occasional activities. Engages in lengthy debates with anyone who disagrees with his new hyperfixation. Has a different notification ring for your posts.

⋆⋅☆Ortho: Shares many pictures of you and him and others doing silly things, sometimes posts gossips and causes huge scandals with them, to the point he decided to create an account with only gossip info. (Azul is literally taking notes.)

⋆⋅☆Malleus: This man owns a Nokia 3310.

⋆⋅☆Lilia: Creates posts about the Doramas he watches, managing a fan page to discuss them with others. Shares pictures of Silver, Sebek, and Malleus, although the latter two get embarrassed, leading Lilia to take down their pictures.

⋆⋅☆Silver: Posts images of nature and cute animals. There's only one picture of him – you took it while he was sleeping and posted it. He didn't have the heart to delete it, knowing it was you.

⋆⋅☆Sebek: Shaky hands #2. Takes pictures of his paintings of Malleus; if you scroll long enough, you might see an accidentally posted painting of you.

⋆⋅☆Che’nya: Shares pictures of people's scared faces, taken while invisible when the flash goes off.

⋆⋅☆Neige: Lost track of his posts; like Vil, he has many followers. Captures moments with the dwarfs and shares funny stories about his day in every picture.

⋆⋅☆Rollo: Has one account filled with pictures of Fleur City. His profile picture used to be a croissant, but he removed it since it looked dumb. He was blocked every magic user, except for you. Yet.

[peach-top]

boo! miss me! can i get a shadow milk cookie and yn cookie who's a faerie, (gn reader) yn cookie is researching dark moon magic which catches shadow milk cookies attention and he finds them amusing!! :3c

❝ TRICKSTER'S FAVORITE RESEARCHER ❞

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fluff

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: gender neutral

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: shadow milk cookie x gn!reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: none

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: you somehow captured the interest of shadow milk cookie

everyone knows. ALMOST everyone knows that dark moon magic is forbidden. pure vanilla and white lily are one of the few cookies who use such dangerous magic when they were students and there's you. a faerie here at the faerie kingdom, secretly doing research on forbidden magic. the reasoning for this is unknown or you wish to learn dark magic?

you have books and strolls scattered around your desk in your room for your research, scribbling notes about some spells, “Interesting…This magic is truly fascinating. I can see why it's forbidden.”

unbeknownst to you, a figure floated above you, watching you with an amusing look in his eyes. he has been watching you for a while the moment you start researching dark moon magic.

“They truly are fascinating, huh?” a voice snickered. you jumped and stumbled back against your desk, knocking over some books. the figure laughed, “Did I scare ya?”

“Huh?”

“I won't harm ya. It'll be a pity…or maybe not~” shadow milk cookie chuckled. “Anywayyyyy~ What a little faerie like you are researching dark moon magic for, hmmm?”

you adjusted your glasses (sucker for glasses) and responded, “That's nothing you need to know. Who are you?”

shadow milk cookie dramatically gasps, “Whattt?! It breaks my heart to know that you've never heard of Shadow Milk Cookie!”

you rub your chin, trying to recognize the name. you heard this name from somewhere, but where. shadow milk knocks on your head, “Knock, knock~ Anyone home?”

shadow milk cookie then click on a light bulb from above your head when you finally figure it out, “Shadow Milk Cookie, one of the beast cookies.”

“Ding-a-ling! Correct!” the beast cookie beamed, but he was expecting something from you. fear. he thought you might tattle on him like a tattletale, but nah. as much as he despises bravery and hope, but something about you seems different which interests him more. he's not gonna question it.

shadow milk cookie take a seat on the desk and pick up one of the books, “Let me ask again: What a little faerie like you are researching dark moon magic for, hmmm?”

“...I want to test it. I would like to understand why it's so dangerous, so I wanted to see for myself.” you responded. shadow milk cookie grabbed your glasses from your face and placed it on himself, ignoring a protest from you, “Nerd, but I like your guts, my little faerie. I've heard you've been doing some dark secret behind the fool king's back. Unlike that annoying White Lily Cookie, you're not as twice as annoying as she is.”

you grabbed a back-up glasses from your cabinet, “...Not like I wish to do something bad, just doing this because of curiosity.”

“Curiousity, of course. It's pretty risky, ya know~” the beast cookie grinned as he lie on the desk while kicking his feet.

“I'm a researcher faerie. I did plenty of risky shit around here. I don't need anyone's approval, not even Elder Faerie.” you huffed.

“Oh-ho~ I like you~” shadow milk cookie snickered, leaning closer face-to-face with you, “All bite and bark~”

“Don't you mean, “All bite and no bite”?” you raised your eyebrows.

shadow milk cookie pouted, “Don't correct me. I know what I'm saying!”

“Might as well need to go or you'll get caught.” you told the beast cookie. shadow milk cookie sulked, “Awwwwww~ I wanna stay a little longer. I know how to myself hidden.”

“...” you sighed. it's not like you can get him to leave, so you just let him stay, “Fine, but don't cause trouble for me.”

shadow milk cookie beamed, “Ok, pookie~”

“Don't call me that…” you cringed.

╰┈➤ author note: please note that this is a slow update. i will still accept your request, but it will take a while since i'll be working on other stories, too.

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[nickeverdeen]

Hey, could I get an imagine with Ekko x introverted!GN!reader who looks scary, serious and cold at first glance, but is actually just socially awkward and very geeky and silly once you get to know them? Like, they're very creative and love coming up with stories, as well as infodumping about random stuff they're into at the moment, like criminology or extinct animals.

Thanks!

Unmasking the Introvert | Ekko x gn!reader

Pairings: Ekko x gn!reader (romantic)

Type of fic: I’m not sure

Warnings: None

Summary: Ekko is slowly getting to know your true side

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Ekko had always been intrigued by you. From the first time he’d caught a glimpse of you in Zaun, he’d pegged you as the silent type, intense with that don’t-mess-with-me aura. You were usually found in the corner of any room you entered, often watching others with a gaze that could cut through glass. Most people didn’t get close enough to try talking to you, content with spreading rumors instead: some said you had a secret criminal past; others thought you might have alchemical powers that could hypnotize anyone with a glance.

But Ekko didn’t buy it. He knew better than most that appearances could be deceiving. So, he decided to talk to you himself, casually striking up a conversation at the Hideout one day after he’d noticed you tinkering with something in the corner.

“Hey, whatcha working on?” Ekko leaned over your shoulder, watching as your hands deftly tightened screws and adjusted wires.

Caught off guard, you jerked slightly, glancing up at him with wide eyes. But you quickly masked it, pulling up that familiar guarded expression, making Ekko smirk a bit. He wasn’t easily intimidated.

“Just… something I’m building,” you replied coolly, your voice steady but your eyes shifting nervously. “Helps me think.”

Intrigued, Ekko leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Mind if I watch?”

You didn’t answer immediately, but after a brief pause, you nodded. As he watched, you slowly began explaining each piece of machinery, your voice growing a bit stronger and more assured with each word. After a while, he noticed the hardened look in your eyes beginning to soften. By the time you’d finished the explanation, your whole demeanor had relaxed just a bit.

A few days later, Ekko bumped into you again, and you couldn’t help but launch into an animated explanation about something random you’d been reading about—extinct animals. Before you knew it, you were on a full-blown tangent about the Moa bird, a giant flightless bird from New Zealand that had been hunted to extinction centuries ago.

“They were enormous, like ten feet tall, with these long necks! And did you know their legs were so powerful that one kick could shatter bones?” Your eyes lit up as you spoke, hands gesturing wildly. “It’s kinda sad… but also fascinating how ecosystems just change when one creature disappears.”

Ekko just grinned, genuinely enjoying the infodump. He’d never expected that someone as intense-looking as you could be so endearing in such a nerdy way. “That’s cool, I didn’t know that. What got you into extinct animals?”

You shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “I just… like learning about things. And sharing them, even though I know most people think it’s boring.”

“Boring? Nah, I think it’s cool. You got any other fun facts up your sleeve?”

You blinked in surprise, before diving into your latest fascination—criminology. He listened as you passionately detailed the science behind forensic psychology, your eyes lighting up as you explained how criminals are profiled. At one point, you started mimicking a detective’s voice, spinning a little story about a fictional thief in Zaun who’d slipped through the Enforcers’ hands multiple times.

Ekko laughed, “You’d make a great storyteller. Ever thought of putting all these ideas into a book or something?”

The suggestion took you aback. “I don’t know… I just think people wouldn’t really get it.”

“Bet they would,” Ekko said with a reassuring smile. “And hey, even if they don’t, I’m all ears.”

Over time, your quiet bond grew stronger. Ekko made a habit of stopping by to hear your latest “random obsession,” and you found yourself looking forward to sharing with him, little by little letting go of the intimidating front you put up for the world.

One night, he found you on a rooftop, writing notes in a worn-out notebook by the light of the moon. You looked up as he approached, giving him a slight nod in greeting, but he could see the glint of excitement in your eyes.

“What’s on your mind tonight?” he asked, settling down beside you.

You paused for a second, before leaning in and saying, “Alright, so imagine this: a heist, set in Piltover, but the thieves are all masked vigilantes from Zaun… and they have this backstory, see, where they all have these ridiculous alter-egos…”

And as you spun your tale, Ekko watched you with a smile, feeling lucky to be the one who got to see you like this: genuine, animated, and maybe a little silly.