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Homicipher relationship hcs 🎀

Warnings: spoilers for Homicipher

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Mr. Crawling

-sweetest, most affectionate of the bunch

-constantly needs to be near you, don't leave his sight he'll be sad and worried

-likes talking to you and you to talking to him

-would sit on the ground between your legs as you sit on the couch so you can play with his hair

-likes anything involving you tbh

-enjoys bathtime (cmon yk these guys are grimy) when you're the one scrubbing him

-not overprotective but he'll stand up (get it?) for you when he deems it necessary

-understands the concept of liking/loving someone

-a bit jealous at times, tugs on your clothes when he wants your attention

-cuddles cuddles cuddles

-fav cuddle position: his head on your chest while you two hold hands

Mr. Silvair

-resident doctor man

-denies wanting to help you or liking you at first, saying it's just yk science stuff

-10/10 on the manners test tho, he knows to say hello, to say goodbye, to apologize

-would do daily routine checkups on you

-is quite enthusiastic about teaching you, addig more complex words later on (he made them up cuz the words he wanted didn't exist)

-would not let you into his workspace, it's too dangerous

-not particularly chatty but he's happy to talk about his new discoveries and patients

-will experiment on you if you let him

-has a few extra vials of your blood around just incase you start seeing red and mutating

-doesn't really get jealous

-not the biggest on physical touch so you'll have to initiate

-fav cuddle position: facing eachother with his hands on your waist or your hands locked between the two of you

Mr. Chopped Head

-most expressive and talkative one around

-will loudly proclaim his love for you and announce yours and his arrival to friends

-will also loudly complain and throw a fit if you or anything else is upsetting him

-clingy but he has no way to cling so he yaps constantly to keep your attention on him

-wants you to carry him everywhere

-goes to Ms. Hairdresser at least once a week

-wears the cat ears cuz you like em <3

-will let you decorate or braid his hair but not cut it

-pulls silly faces when he sees you're down

-you're probably gonna have to constantly look for him, he has a penchant for getting lost and or into sticky situations

-get jealous quite easily, just starts loudly interrupting whoever he's jealous of

-fav cuddle position: hold him like a plush animal

Mr. Gap

-silly goose

-teases you for fun

-scares you by appearing right infront of you or making a spooky noise from behind you

-keeps asking for your heart even after you're together

-brings you random trinkets he finds that he thinks you'll like

-lets you paint his fingernails

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[samumoew]

POV: ur struggling with finding a way out of the haunted factory with mr Chopped (...and mr Crawling?)

[green-tea-456]

Im too lazy to draw smth so have a meme

[mrchoppedslefthand]

Homicipher Random Headcanons/Scenarios [NSFW]

Edit:11/07/2024

I desperately needed to post the random head canons and scenarios of our husbands that my brain kept cooking up (+ some from discord friends), so the list is not organized. Also, since we shape shift, I'm going to assume we can choose whenever we have a cock or pussy (because I want to be fucked and do the fucking) Anyways...enjoy the food thought.

Characters: Mr. Crawling, Mr. Chopped Mr. Silvair, Mr. Hood, Mr. Gap, Mr. Machete, Mr. Scarletella

Warnings: mentions of NSFW, mentions of some canon-typical violence, implications of dubcon, mentions of somnophilia, implied cuckold

Mr. Crawling

He can be submissive top. Constantly asking you if you love him during intimacy. He would ask if you enjoy playing with him as you pound yourself onto him. He would be a moaning mess and probably wouldn't know what to do about it as he clumsily places his hands around your waist.

He would definitely eat you out without you asking once intimacy had been initiated.

Afraid of hurting you, he wouldn't be too rough, instead he would be more tender and gentler when it comes to intimacy.

He definitely would love it when you play with his hair, allowing you to braid it or do whatever as long it doesn't involve cutting his precious hair.

He actually gets jealous easily, but he doesn't verbalize it, instead he shows it through his actions.

He is better with his hands, than his cock. So sometimes you prefer that over his cock. His cock is more on the average/smaller side and it's cute.

He definitely has a praise kink.

Mr. Chopped

He lacks a body, so to make up for it he is extremely expressive and open with his feelings. Which makes him a little fun to bully, to see all those cute expressions he could make.

He probably would be very good with his mouth and tongue, let him be your personal rose toy/fleshlight if you will. He can't fight back and have no choice but to whimper about it.

Imagine getting sick and fainting with him nearby, he can't move or do anything but helplessly cry for you to wake up and starts crying out help for Mr. Silvair to come help him and you.

Maybe one day, for a day of tricks and pranks. Mr. Stitch will allow Mr. Chopped a day in his body, so they swap places, stitching Mr. Chopped in place of Mr. Stitch's head. It had been a very long time since Mr. Chopped felt sensations beyond his head, so he happens to be very sensitive and clumsy with his hands. Everywhere you touch overwhelms him, he melts and becomes a moaning mess, but Mr. Chopped isn't the only one feeling all these sensations. Mr. Stitch can still feel it too. He is intrigued by today's type of play.

He definitely would be more on the whiny and needy side when it comes to pleasure, he lacks a body, but he can still feel lust. He can't do anything about it, which makes him extremely needy and extra pouty.

Mr. Silvair

Definitely would have had intimacy with other ghosts/humans before to research the body and performance during mid transformation if it differed.

Imagine one day he finds a mysterious liquid that fell from the 'other world' and feeds it to you, himself and the other ghosts in your crew. Only to find out it was an aphrodisiac. It was the first time he felt such a strong sensation of lust. At first, he mistakes this strong desire to be violence, so he starts to self-inflict wounds onto himself. You attempt to stop him, but soon find yourself to be underneath him as he bites into your neck, drawing blood. Surprised at seeing the often-composed man, turning into a ravage beast. You somehow manage to find something to tie him up and have your way with him.

He probably likes overstimulation on you...but also himself. He would love to research on how much his body can go and handle.

He would actually be a switch, for research purposes. To take and give he'd do anything for research. It had been long long ago since his body used to be human, and he often forgets about his own experiences if he doesn't write them down, but no worries, he has you by his side now to keep remembering.

Mr. Hood

He is quiet but speaks whenever he finds it suited for. But if you need him, he would be happy to talk with you.

He is a bit insecure about his body, he doesn't have arms or hands or even legs, he is an entity of nothing. The clothes are what shape his form, and well maybe he not entirely a entity of nothing. You had a glimpse before, a small glimpse and sensation of a squishy and somewhat slimy part that had belonged to him. You never mentioned though, but if it was you'd love him still anyways.

He realized that some words had been a bit harder for you to keep in mind and remember and so he thought of a special way to get you learning. Learning with what humans call pleasure. He fucks you and asks you what certain things are, and if you get it wrong, he denies you from coming. You have become determined to learn your words properly even more so now. Because if you remember you get rewarded with the most absolute fulfilling fuck of your life.

Since most of his body is invisible or nothing. If you mouth fucked him you would be able to see that real good, it is strangely erotic watching your cock move inside his mouth.

Mr. Gap

When you're sleeping, sometimes he might just cuddle against your leg or lower half. He loves the feeling of warmth, compared to his hollow darkness.

He definitely seems like the type of person to eat you out while you're asleep. Playing around and waiting for you to wake up to watch your reaction. Of course, he would only do this though if he knew you'd allow it. He values consent.

Imagine taking your backpack to school and you have to take out a pencil for a test. When you open your backpack, you realize it is just an empty void and hear a voice asking for your heart in exchange for the pencil. Yeah... you accepted your fate. You just failed your exam...

When you become a moaning mess under him, he can't understand but he knows that from your sweet voice, and moans, that it's a good thing. He knows to keep continuing.

One day Mr. Gap gathers his usual newspapers that fall from the rubble or somehow manages to grab one from the human realm. He notices a magazine that discusses about marriage and giving rings on the fourth finger. Intrigued about this idea, he asks you for your all four of your fingers, but you misunderstand and refuse to give him your fingers. He's sad but soon you later find out that he was asking for your hand in marriage, literally but also figuratively.

Mr. Machete

We would wonder aimlessly for an eternity together searching for his/your home. But eventually our subconscious would recognize each other as home instead.

He would definitely mock and laugh at how fast you would falter/melt under his touch. Calling you "weak" for coming so fast but would give kisses here and there after the mocking.

He'd probably be into throat fucking and laugh at you looking pathetic, he loves reactions that aren't boring, so seeing you choke on his cock seems like a great idea.

He definitely would come inside most of the time.

When he fucks you, his cock would probably bulge out a little from your stomach, fascinated by it he'd roughly press his hand down near that area.

He is our beefy dumb macho, perfect.

If you mouth/fucked him he would tell you he feels nothing, but his eyes would already be red and tearing. He's a pathetic coward.

Mr. Scarletella

He belongs to you, and you belong to him, together forever, in a hellish world. He loves the destruction you bring into his life and does the same for you.

Oh boy, he would absolutely devour you, his queen, in pleasure. Fuck you stupid to the point you're just a blabbering mess, hands on waist, and long fingers in your mouth, as he pounds deeply into you.

He seems like the type of guy to fuck you during your period.

Definitely gets jealous easily and he makes it know when he gets that way.

Imagine your fucked/fucking another ghost and you hear static within the distance, the sound slowly starts to come closer and closer until you hear the static in the room. Your crimson servant arrives and witnesses your fantastic display of intimacy. Jealous, he kills them and becomes extra possessive and quite terrifying, but you love it so much. How he seems so lost and pathetic without you.

You don't know his name, but neither does he know yours. Despite this disconnect, you still manage to give him some sort of other named to be called. It's connected to your name, but he knows it's not all of it, he can't fully whisk you away, but he's okay with that. You are still bound to him for an eternity anyway.

If Mr. Scarletella went back to the human world with you instead, he would appear to be the one most suited for fitting in. Just slack some foundation on his face, make him wear gloves and he would blend in quite well. Well...except for his odd habit of asking every stranger for their name and laughing and giggling crazily each time.

He would have a praise and degradation kink, he's not a whore. He's YOUR whore. He likes being YOURS.

[nymphaforesta]

posting these because it would be a shame not to ⛓️🕯️

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I'm so normal about this game

[twisted-broth]

Scarlet End

Mr Scarletta x Reader

(Anything in bold is in the other world language)

How did you end up here? In those apartments? In this other world? Could it really all have been fate?

No. It was all his fault. Ever since you spilt blood on his property, you were in the palm of his hand. He toyed with your reality like it was all just a game to him. You supposed that likely wasn't far from the truth.

How many days had you been running? Every corner you turned brought you face to face with a new monster, difficult to distinguish between friend or foe. Although you suppose you probably didn't look much better at this point. Blood slipped through the cracks of your raincoat, staining the white dress underneath as you fell to your knees. You were so tired. Even if you could keep running, where would you go? All you could see for miles was an ocean of red. And your hunter didn't suffer the same exhaustion you did.

Shade falls over you. Although now that you think about it, was there ever a light source to begin with? Either way, you don't have to raise your head to know that a red umbrella was covering you. Not to mention the telltale static that always managed to make your teeth throb.

He says something incomprehensible.

No, you know this one. It's the same thing he asks for every time he sees you.

"Give name?"

You finally raise your head to look at him. His red hair covered most of his face, but you could still catch a glimpse of his haunting eyes staring at you, unblinking.

You clumsily utter out what you think is the equivalent of "Why?"

"Me like you. You give name, me ??? you."

What was that word again? It was one Mr Crawling used often. Something like... protect.

"Protect you."

Could he really protect you? Judging by the reactions of everyone else here, you were under the impression that he was the one you needed protection from. The voice on the telephone seemed adamant that you not tell anyone your name. But could you really trust that voice? They hadn't led you astray yet.

They also said you would have to make a choice.

All things considered, this is Mr Scarletta's world. Either you refuse and keep running for the rest of your life, or you join Scarletta in his reign of terror. Your crowbar digs into your shoulder, reminding you of your past. When you stop to think about it, you're not so different from Scarletta. Maybe you're even worse.

"Name... Y/n."

His eerie smile grew more than you thought was possible.

"Y/n." He repeats.

His hand is cold and rubbery, not unlike a corpse, as he takes your own. The fact that he was incorporeal when you swung your crowbar at him a few minutes ago nags at the bag of your mind. Your brow creases in annoyance, but if Scarletta notices he doesn't say anything. It really was true that this world was stacked against you.

Scarletta rises to his full height, pulling you up with him. It takes a great deal of effort to force your aching muscles to stretch once more, and your knees nearly buckle again. Amidst your struggle to right yourself, he hands you his umbrella, much to your confusion. Before you can ask why, he scoops you into his arms bridal style. You supposed this was his way of showing that he cared.

Under the cover of the red umbrella, you feel isolated from the rest of the world. Even if that world was only a wasteland of red for right now. Fear grips your throat as you meet his awful eyes. They were even worse up close. Even now, having gotten what he wanted, his expression seemed the same as always. Being so close, the static was almost deafening as it continued to assault your ears. Perhaps these were all traits that you would grow used to in time.

"Let's go."

[pochipop]

＃HOMICIPHER !! ♡ — DWELLING, ROTTING, SURVIVING (MR CRAWLING X READER).

#. synopsis! — speaking isn't the only way to understand, and he's oh so gentle .

#. characters! — mr crawling .

#. warnings! — canon-typical dark content + setting .

#. word count! — 1.7k .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @hhoneypop (moodboards) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

#. a/n! — hi, i posted, please stop bullying me in my inbox :(( - all jokes aside, thank you guys for all the nice messages and compliments! & happy pride to my lgbt followers! funnily enough, don't think i've ever "come out" on this blog, but if it's not obvious, i'm bisexual lol so there's that!

You found yourself pressed against a cold, damp wall in what you could only assume was a room close to the belly of this labyrinth-like building. Breaths came in shallow, frightened gasps as the lights overhead flickered ominously, like they were trying to warn you of impending danger. . . Danger that you felt sting your chest like needles poking through your skin. The oppressive silence surrounding you was broken only by your intakes of air and the soft, almost imperceptible sound of something —or someone— (or maybe a mixture of the two, in this God-forsaken place) nearby.

Squinting into the gloom, a familiar shape emerged from the dark hallway, slipping into the room with you and pausing in the doorway. You felt relief take hold of you.

Mr Crawling. . .

That, of course, likely wasn’t his real name, but you didn’t speak in the language of clicks, noises, and chirp-like sounds that he did, and he didn’t speak with your tongue either. It was for that reason in particular that you’d bludgeoned his head with a crowbar not long ago, to which he sulked in a corner, bleeding and whining, and you were left to feel terrible for hurting the first entity that had tried to go out of his way to show you true empathy in a way you understood.

Apologizing didn’t even begin to feel like enough. Probably because you were at least ninety percent sure he didn’t understand what you were saying anyway. Helping him with the wound perhaps made it slightly better. . . But also not really, because even now as he skims across the ground to where you are, there’s a sense of guilt that weighs heavy on your heart.

Pale, grey-skinned and moving like any non-human mammal of sorts, his face is mostly obscured by the long, stringy black hair that falls in vine-like, clumped strands all the way to the floor from his hunched position. There’s an unsettling, animalistic grace to the way he approaches, but you don’t flinch this time when he puts the flat of his cold palm against the crown of your head, as if trying to soothe your breathing. All of that initial fear has been replaced by a strange comfort of sorts, and you look up at him, thankful for his presence now more than ever.

He tilts his head, as if listening for something, and you watch him warily with the same crowbar clutched in your fist. A part of you felt bad carrying it around like that with his blood still smeared on it, but here, you knew it was foolish to venture around without a weapon of some sort. Not protecting yourself for the sake of his feelings was, unfortunately, not an option as far as you were concerned, but thankfully he didn’t seem to have any opinion on the matter.

“Mr Crawling,” you whisper softly, reaching out to take his hand into your own.

He seemed to really respond to physical touch, and if language was always going to get in the way, you figured it was best to bridge the gap in another manner. This was the next best thing you could think of.

His head raises, and you suppose he’s trying to meet your gaze, though you can’t see his eyes through the mess of his hair.

“I need to understand you,” you say.

Ironically, that’s a bit of a hopeless endeavor in this sort of environment. It’s not like you have all the time in the world to pick up a new, completely unrelated language to yours while fighting for your life. Still. . . Gesturing had been helpful previously, especially for directions. The hooded figure you ran into first was quick to point around, that severed hand that had guided you for a bit was just as poignant in that area, and the silver-haired entity with a blindfold over his eyes had also tried to communicate with you in that sense as well. So why couldn’t you do it vice-versa?

“Me,” you point to yourself, “you,” you point to him.

He stared blankly for a moment, then seemed to come to an understanding. His had retracted from your head to point at himself, then to you, a clicking noise coming from the back of his throat. You smile. It was a small victory amongst a series of devastating losses, but you were keen on taking it and running with it as far as you could stretch it.

“Okay,” you breathe, talking more to yourself than to him. “Let’s try this then. . .”

Feeling a surge of determination, you touch your stomach and then mime eating.

“Hungry. Eat.”

At this point, you were still too anxious to have an appetite, but you knew you’d need food eventually. You were hoping he’d be able to help you with that somehow. Up until this point, you hadn’t seen any evidence of there being food around here, —no containers, boxes, or wrappings, but he seemed to understand your gestures and mimicked you; sitting back on his knees to rub his stomach through his filthy t-shirt, then nibbling on an imaginary item.

He looks back to you, as if seeking approval. You smile, hoping he understands that to be a sign of good will, then nod your head to drive home the association. Beneath his swath of hair, he smiles too, and you catch a glimpse of his eyes through the curtain of black strands; dark and thoughtful.

“Good,” you murmur, feeling slightly relieved. 

If nothing else, this was progress. You spend a while longer trying to communicate basic needs and warnings: things like yes, no, stop, come, drinking, sleeping, and a thank you in the way of patting his head. You’re not sure he understood the depth of it by any means, but he did seem to enjoy it. . . Like a puppy. The thought made you smile genuinely and absentmindedly, if only for a moment. The clicks and chirps he makes are mostly lost on you, but the noises are comforting nonetheless. This rudimentary bridge of understanding soothes you just a little, and you find yourself feeling very thankful that he’s here in the first place.

He has your face cupped in his hands now, as if he’s inspecting you. . . Or perhaps admiring? That is, until you feel his body tense and all his little sounds abruptly come to a halt. A small growl reverberates from the back of his throat and his wide smile droops into a frown. Suddenly, he’s roughly dragging you along, tugging urgently on your arms, to which you comply and follow along with him, scooting across the floor until you reach a shadowed alcove. You hadn’t even noticed it before, but he seems to know his way around this place like the back of his cold, grey hand.

He covers your mouth for a moment, then shakes his head. You cover your mouth, take your hand away, then shake your head no, just to ensure to him that you’ve understood. He pats your head then crouches in front of you, using his own body as a makeshift shield for yours. His long, spindly arms cage you against the wall. Fear rises inside you once again, though not because of him and his actions. Rather, the faint, rhythmic thuds of footsteps have begun reverberating through the hall just outside, and you recognize the harrowing pattern they click in.

Mr Scarletella.

You encountered him once before and felt every hair on your body stand on end. The way he moved through the halls with a menacing flow that sounded almost eerily melodic, and the strange, unsettling red glow that seemed to exude off him that nearly drew you in like a moth to a flame. The steps echoed off the walls of the building and your heart began to hammer against your ribs. Mr Crawling moved closer as he came into view through the doorway that lacked any actual door to close, his long, black hair tickling your nose ever so softly. Dressed in scarlet and carrying his ever-present umbrella, you decide quite readily that you’ve seen enough, closing your eyes and focusing on the cool feel of Mr Crawling’s skin, on his musky scent (like mildew and a bit of rot, which isn’t necessarily pleasant, but it’s not like he can really help it down here.)

Though you’re no longer watching, the entity dripping in scarlet moves with an unsettling, almost predatory grace, glancing about the corridors as if he’s searching for something. Or someone.

Once again, Mr Crawling presses closer to you. Now, you’re able to feel the way his body trembles with fear, and you realize that he’s just as terrified as you are, though you can’t tell if that fear is for himself, for you, or for both of you at once. And it’s not like you can ask. Still, you open your eyes just long enough to look up at him, Mr Scarletella in your peripheral as you force a smile and touch the crown of Mr Crawling’s head, offering what little comfort you can. He still quivers, but seems to appreciate the gesture, though he doesn’t risk a happy chirp.

The danger passes as the man in scarlet disappears down the hallway, then turns the corner. You let out a silent sigh of relief and Mr Crawling relaxes after several moments of continued tension, finally going limp and releasing you from against the wall. He slumps onto his knees, which seems to be his most comfortable position, and he looks at you clearly through the darkness. In that moment, it feels like you’ve understood one another perfectly. 

“Thank you,” you whisper sincerely, though you know he can’t really understand you.

You’re just hoping the gratitude comes across somehow, but at the risk that it won’t, you touch your chest over top of where your heart’s still beating like a drum, then touch his chest in the same place. It dawns on you that you don’t feel a heartbeat at all, and you almost pull your hand away. . . But something stops you. Something that says even if you’re right and he’s something less (or more) than human, —it doesn’t matter as much as the kindness he’s shown you. So your hand lingers until you softly pull away.

He grabs your cheeks again and holds them delicately.

[theoldkyokodied]

It's always funny in sillydelphia or whatever. Sorry i can't concentrate on making a joke, there are women right in front of me (pointing at my own genderbend iasip drawings, sweating profusely)

[purple-plum-petals]

Key:

✔️ = SFW Content 🔞 = NSFW Content, Minors Do Not Interact ⚠️ = Potentially Triggering Subject Matter (Bullying, Discussions of Poor Mental Health, SA, etc.)

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 ► Mr. Crawling ⌦ Comforting His S/O When They Don't Feel Like They're Enough: Coming Soon!      ➥ Headcanons/Scenario, Angst+Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic (♥), ⚠️, ✔️

⌦ Hearing You Sing for the First Time: Coming Soon!      ➥ Headcanons/Scenario, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic or Platonic (♥/♡), ✔️

⌦ How He Would Act with an MC Who Is Cheerful and Oblivious      ➥ Headcanons/Scenario, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic or Platonic (♥/♡), ✔️

⌦ Mr. Crawling and Mr. Silvair Finding Adult Magazines and Showing Them to Their S/O (Poly), Minors Do Not Interact!!: Coming Soon!      ➥ Drabble, Fluff+Smut, AFAB!Reader, Romantic (♥), 🔞

⌦ NSFW Alphabet (A-Z), Minors Do Not Interact!!      ➥ Headcanons, Smut, GN!Reader, Romantic (♥), 🔞

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► Mr. Gap ⌦ The First Time You Kiss Him      ➥ Drabble, Fluff+Angst, GN!Reader, Romantic or Platonic (♥/♡), ✔️ ⌦ Reaction to the Reader Blowing Him a Kiss      ➥ Headcanons, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic or Platonic (♥/♡), ✔️

⌦ What It's Like Cuddling with Him      ➥ Headcanons, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic or Platonic (♥/♡), ✔️

⌦ Hearing You Sing for the First Time: Coming Soon!      ➥ Headcanons/Scenario, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic or Platonic (♥/♡), ✔️

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 ► Mr. Silvair ⌦ Teaching Him How to Say "I Love You" in Your Language      ➥ Drabble, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic (♥), ✔️

⌦ Reaction to the Reader Blowing Him a Kiss      ➥ Headcanons, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic or Platonic (♥/♡), ✔️

⌦ Comforting His S/O When They Don't Feel Like They're Enough: Coming Soon!      ➥ Headcanons/Scenario, Angst+Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic (♥), ⚠️, ✔️

⌦ Hearing You Sing for the First Time: Coming Soon!      ➥ Headcanons/Scenario, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic or Platonic (♥/♡), ✔️

⌦ Mr. Crawling and Mr. Silvair Finding Adult Magazines and Showing Them to Their S/O (Poly), Minors Do Not Interact!!: Coming Soon!      ➥ Drabble, Fluff+Smut, AFAB!Reader, Romantic (♥), 🔞

⌦ NSFW Alphabet (A-Z), Minors Do Not Interact!!      ➥ Headcanons, Smut, GN!Reader, Romantic (♥), 🔞

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 ► Mr. Chopped ⌦ Reaction to the Reader Blowing Him a Kiss      ➥ Headcanons, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic or Platonic (♥/♡), ✔️

⌦ Mr. Chopped with an S/O Who Loves Randomly Kissing Him      ➥ Headcanons, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic (♥), ✔️

⌦ Hearing You Sing for the First Time: Coming Soon!      ➥ Headcanons/Scenario, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic or Platonic (♥/♡), ✔️

⌦ How He Would Act with an MC Who Is Cheerful and Oblivious      ➥ Headcanons/Scenario, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic or Platonic (♥/♡), ✔️

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 ► Mr. Machete ⌦ Reaction to the Reader Blowing Him a Kiss      ➥ Headcanons, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic or Platonic (♥/♡), ✔️

⌦ Hearing You Sing for the First Time: Coming Soon!      ➥ Headcanons/Scenario, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic or Platonic (♥/♡), ✔️

⌦ What It's Like Being in a Relationship with Him      ➥ Headcanons, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic (♥), ✔️

⌦ How He Would Act with an MC Who Is Cheerful and Oblivious      ➥ Headcanons/Scenario, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic or Platonic (♥/♡), ✔️

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 ► Mr. Hood ⌦ Comforting His S/O When They Don't Feel Like They're Enough: Coming Soon!      ➥ Headcanons/Scenario, Angst+Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic (♥), ⚠️, ✔️

⌦ How He Would Act with an MC Who Is Cheerful and Oblivious      ➥ Headcanons/Scenario, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic or Platonic (♥/♡), ✔️

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 ► Mr. Scarletella ⌦ Reaction to the Reader Blowing Him a Kiss      ➥ Headcanons, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic or Platonic (♥/♡), ✔️

⌦ Mr. Scarletella Being Physically Affectionate Because He's Jealous of Mr. Crawling      ➥ Drabble, Fluff+Angst, GN!Reader, Romantic (♥), ✔️

⌦ Comforting His S/O When They Don't Feel Like They're Enough: Coming Soon!      ➥ Headcanons/Scenario, Angst+Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic (♥), ⚠️, ✔️

⌦ General Mr. Scarletella Fluffy Headcanons: Coming Soon!      ➥ Headcanons, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic or Platonic (♥/♡), ✔️

⌦ How He Would Act with an MC Who Is Cheerful and Oblivious      ➥ Headcanons/Scenario, Fluff, GN!Reader, Romantic or Platonic (♥/♡), ✔️

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[ulanaadesu]

Homicipher stuff

[snoot-boop]

[ditzybat]

kon: ugh who died and left you in charge??

tim: there’s actually no way you just said that …

[green-tea-456]

Cat of the Week

[huthao]

The faces he was making were " :( ", " :0 "

[molinaesque]

You know why these boys brought you in? 'Cause I f*cked up a poor, defenseless gang-affiliated organ dealership? Yep. Mm.