#helluva ember x reader

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What they call you (Helluva edition 4/4)

last part for now! if theres any characters you wanna see let me know and ill see if i can do a short little post for them!! obligatory i know ember is out of place here but SHHHH i like her i think she is very cool and fun to write characters: stolas, andrealphus, vassago, emberlynn notes: reader is a MAN for all of these guys except emberlynn, embers reader is gn and that reader will have alt names for gendered terms if needed, short post as its literally nickname stuff cws: none

STOLAS

what they call you: most of the names he calls you is dear and darling- my heart is another one he uses for you

what they like being called: lovely makes his feathers ruffle a bit the first few times you call him it

ANDREALPHUS

what they call you: my sweet, dearest are the main two he uses for you!

what they like being called: sometimes you jokingly call him bird boy- he... does not much care for it... loooooooves being called king, though! call him king and hes going to chuckle and agree with you

VASSAGO

what they call you: his muse, his harmony. though... the second one doesnt some out as smoothly as the first... sometimes calls you Mi Corazon (begging you guys to correct this, i believe its "my heart")- if you cant speak spanish it just pushes him to use the name more... he loves seeing the look you give as you try to decipher what it means

what they like being called: your songbird... cycling back to the above, he will be over the moon if you attempt to learn spanish and surprise him with a new name... it can be literally anything and he would carry it with him for the rest of his life

EMBERLYNN

what they call you: hot stuff, hottie, babe, and on occasional she WILL call you pookie. theres a lot more, but these are her main ones for you!

what they like being called: queen, sweetie... rest assured that as she adjusts to hell and its sinners/demons shes going to get a little too... excited... will make some insane petname demands, mellows with time as the relationship develops

[shiny-kaibernyte]

Masterlist and Rules

Masterlist:

Inbox: 25 (Open)

Fields of Mistria:

Balor

An Apple Heart | Balor x Reader

Danganronpa:

Mondo

Mint Leaves | Mondo x Ultimate Herbalist

Pokemon:

Arven

Arven Headcannons (Romantic)

Pokémon Headcanons | Arven x M.Reader (Jealousy)

Kieran

Pokemon Headcannons | Kieran (Romance)

Pokémon Headcannons | Kieran (Post-game Romance)

A Sweet Ember | Kieran x Reader (Fire specialist)

Pretend | Kieran x M.Reader

Drayton

Pokémon Headcannons | Drayton

Pokémon Headcannons | Drayton (Romance)

Pokémon Headcannons | Drayton (Romance) Part 2

Just this once | Drayton x Clingy Reader

A Dragons Heart | Drayton x Reader

Inside and Out | Drayton x Reader

Halloween Movie's | Drayton x Reader (Ghost specialist)

Moonlight Silence | Drayton x Mute Reader

Pixie Wings | Drayton x Reader (Fairy specialist)

Pokémon Headcannons | Drayton x Reader (Crush)

Tag along | Drayton x Reader

Healing Scar | Drayton x Reader

Grusha

Grusha Relationship Headcannons | Galarian Reader

Falkner

General/Romance Head-cannons Falkner

Lance:

Lance | General Headcannons

Multi

Birthday Headcannons | Adaman, Lysander, Raihan, Leon, Cynthia, Volo

As people request more I will add characters to this area as well as any fandom's I get requested for. 

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Rules:

I will NOT write anything romantic when in the subject of minors. It is creepy and cross. Platonic, sibling dynamic however yes i will do that because that is wholesome and cute.

No Smut so don’t even ask

I will write for basically any fandom, i’m in so many however i will not write for real people, or personas or real people (Darkiplier for example)

I won’t write for Poly-coupling or Character x character/oc

Going on from rule 3, i do have fandom's i will not write for under any circumstance: The Amazing Digital circus, don’t hug me i'm scared, Any COD characters, Original Welcome home, AU’s are fine or WWE

I won't write Children fics, even a sibling dynamic. Mentioning kids, Like Eri in an Aizawa fic is fine but no stories about them.

I will not write for animals/actual Pokemon (Humanoid animals are fine like Beastars characters but someone like Simba is a no)

I will not write for characters that are adults but look like children, that is just as creepy even if they are an adult, I'm looking at you Orphan the movie!

Fandom's/things i will write for:

Danganronpa 1/2/3, Horror/slashers, Palworld, Pokemon, Marvel, DC, Baldur's Gate 3, Stardew valley, Fields of Mistra, MHA, AOT, JoJo’s Part 3, Demon Slayer, Persona 3/4/5 (Yusuke my love), Sonic, Yandere Sim, Most Anime's, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Game of Thrones, The Hobbit, Lord Of The Rings, Winx, Monster High, Creepypasta

Please respect my personal preferences and opinions. This is a safe space for everyone so please be respectful to both those here and myself.

I will answer any questions you may have for me, through request or DM’s whichever you prefer. And if you don’t see a fandom you like, feel free to ask or request it, I may have just not written it down as a main fandom.

[reareaotaku]

Masterlist V

Masterlist IV Updated: Jan. 19, 2025 [5:02 PM CDT] * = Slight Nsfw/Nsfw Content

Works Listed: 46

Stranger Things

Nancy Wheeler

Nancy Wheeler Headcanons

Marvel

Wolverine

Yandere Wolverine Headcanons Sharp Tongue

Deadpool

Deadpool Headcanons

The Umbrella Academy

Five Hargreeves

Yandere! Five Headcanons

Resident Evil

Horrors of the Village Series

Bloody Home*

Leon Kennedy

Yandere! Leon Headcanons Self-Aware Leon More! Leon Headcanons Pathetic Leon* More Creepy/Pathetic Leon*

Bela Dimitrescu

Yandere! Bela Dimitrescu Headcanons

SVU

Olivia Benson

Yandere! Olivia Headcanons

Fin Tutuola

Fin Tutuola Headcanons

Nightmare on Elm Street

Glen Lantz

Glen Headcanons

Vampire Knight

Zero Kiyru

Zero Kiyru Headcanons

The Middle

Axl Heck

Introducing you to his parents

Elemental

Wade Ripple

Wade headcanons

Ember Lumen

Ember headcanons

Batman

Damian Wayne

Menace to Society

Barabra Gordon

Barabra Gordon Headcanons

S.W.A.T. Kats

A City Full of Cats

Goofy Movie

Max Goof

Max Goof Headcanons

Once Upon a Time

Mr. Gold/ Rumplestiltskin

Mr. Gold Headcanons

Scream

Billy Loomis

Love Me

Arcane

Ekko

Yandere! Ekko Headcanons Lover Boy

Vi

Yandere! Vi Headcanons

Caitlyn Kiramman

Yandere! Caitlyn Kiraamman Headcanons

Jinx

A Long Way from Home

Viktor

Yandere Viktor Headcanons Father Figure Viktor turned Lover*

Spider-man

Miles Morales

Lost Soul [Pt 2 of Another World]

Damsel

Princess Elodie

Princess Elodie Headacanons

Merlin [BBC]

Merlin

Love Thy Enemy

Arthur

Love Thy Enemy

Red Shoes and the Seven Dwarfs

Merlin

Magic? Like a Witch?

Fairly Odd Parents

Peri

Peri x Human Reader

Inside Job

Brett Hand

Older Men are just Better*

Vampire Diaries

Salvatore Brothers

Yandere Salvatore Brothers Drabbles

MHA

Dabi | Touya Todoroki

Yandere Dabi Headcanons

Toga Himiko

Yandere Toga Headcanons

Shinsou Hitoshi

Yandere! Shinsou Headcanons

Shoto Todoroki

The Problemed Hero Guard of my Heart

Helluva Boss

Octavia Goetia

Genderbent Octavia Headcanons

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Missing You ||Banri Mikado x Reader||

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Final Fantasy

Castlevania

Trigun

Bayonetta

Gravity Rush

Mortal Kombat

Devil May Cry

Transformers

Street Fighter

Tekken

Alice Madness Returns

Resident Evil

Silent Hill

Tomb Raider

Horizon Zero Dawn

Disney

DC Comics

Marvel

Parasite Eve/The 3rd Birthday

Demon Slayer

Scar On The Praeter

Fatal Frame

High Card

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

The Legend Of Vox Machina

Heaven Official’s Blessing

Vampire Hunter D

Blood of Zeus

Layers of Fear

Arcane

Mouthwashing

The Nightmare Before Christmas

[jfastereft]

"PLEASE DON'T READ THIS!!"*  a poem, a.k.a.: "Life is A Lecture!"  for Sunday, August 4, 2019

 There's a BARDO!** and - a Brando!***

A panda - and - a Landau!****

With my "X" (wife) asking "[wh]Y,

[did] Bob up-and-die?"    I just sigh!

 When St. Paul said: "Death's a GAIN,"*****

I interrupt: "Yeah!! But-life," I explain,

"Is-both profound AND profane!"

And, when with you've I've lain,

I-think: "NO ONE REALLY KNOWS,

MUCH 'BOUT-NOTHING," as we doze,

And suppose  (pause) that death "sends,"

"Dead ones"       to-special-"ends!"

 WE'RE SO DEFINITE AND CERTAIN.

About-there-being-a- "final curtain!"

I'm not too sure,   That-we'll-ever-con-cur,

And BEST LAID PLANS,   "Humanity" - fans!

We FAN the embers of sweet folk-lore,

Because NO ONE - wants-to open "a door,"

LEADING TO NOTHING, for-it pains "them" so,

To say: "WE'RE NOTHING!"  and "We DON'T know,

NOTHING!"    So, we keep "yapping" with conjecture,

in this DREAM'S CONTINUING LECTURE!

fin  <3       https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IrMkAc2LW5k

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dd3To_TgHq8

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8V7Gzr86E1Q

* - UNLESS you WANT to!!!

** - where "good" AND "bad" Buddhists go?

*** - Marlon, a movie actor

**** - Martin, another "dead?" movie actor

***** - Phillipians 1:21

 100 Ways I Figured That You Can Kill Yourself

{dedicated to my hero, Alan Watts} 

Hi, I am J Samuel Davis. Why my father Samuel gave me that name, I guess I will never know; he said that he was inspired to do it because he knew some lawyers that just had an initial as their first name.  Of course, the lawyers he knew probably had a "regular" name like John or Richard or Simon, and, thus, they ended up with corresponding names like: J. Lawrence Tyler, R. Clarence McKenna and S. Porter Stanley, respectively.  My given name, on the other hand, has no real name that the "J" represents! Why?  I have no idea, and, as has been suggested to me, the question "Why" is ridiculous because, in this realm of existence, no one really knows the answer of why anything happens of why it exists.  All we APPEAR able to do is to speculate . . . endlessly, from the beginning of our apparent existence until, apparently, that existence is terminate.  There is just what happens, apparently, and it is all apparently beyond or control. Of course, we appear to be able to believe our speculations about aspects of our existence, even to the point that those speculations provide us with a "peace of mind" that seems to be able to justify our existences and what we do to prolong them. I live in far West Texas . . . a place called Alpine, Texas, in an unusual, barbarous, cocky country called the United State of America.  This country, and the people inhabiting it, is known for the persecution of a culture called the American Indian, until guilt overcame the populous and the Indians were allowed to reassert their cultural values, imported people from Africa to work as slaves, until guilt overcame the slave holders, or their neighbors, and those slaves were "freed" and provided with the means to "take over" the country, via political control, physical superiority and other means, "scientific" and medical "innovations," designed to "improve" the condition of the humans and their environment, ultimately leading to probable destruction of everything, and a host of other anomalies, including something called "fast food," which is a man-made substance, incorporating chemical substances that render these materials largely toxic and ultimately destructive and mutative of everything they encounter and has, ultimately, tainted all that used to be "natural" food. 

  Imagine being all alone, for over 3 years, with suicidal ideations hundreds of times each day.  No medication.  Just sitting with it!  Well, that is what this delightful story is about.  If you ever need ideas on how to "off" yourself, this book is for you!  I should have, perhaps, named the book "LOL."  Plus, I still get to fall into that state on fairly numerous occasions at this time. Maybe not as much, but, still, possibly more than you, Gentle Reader, will ever know!  Or, I could have entitled this book, "Shalom." Perhaps you will understand, if you ever decide to read the "blessed/accursed" thing! 

  Please realize that this writing is simply a therapeutic attempt to "bring the inside to the outside," as some have said.  I hesitate to allow any of you that are "faint of heart" to indulge in these fantastic horrors.  However, all I can do is suggest that you use your own, best judgment; And I wish you the best . . . all of you, really.  I hope no one ever has to be in "the place" that promotes this sort of mental imagery UNLESS you have the mechanisms to deal with it without apparently self-destructing.  I view myself, by the way, as, possessing "faintness of heart," and not just a little . . . but one Helluva lot.   No one knows what the future holds!  (. . . or do they?)  Shalom, which means "peace!"

 THE PREFACE 

I can only write this down and describe what IS happening RIGHT NOW.  I am at the low point.  I do not believe I am at a low or "the" low point; I know.  It is the lowest point I BELIEVE I have ever been at . . . yet, I feel certain that I will be invited to even lower points, as I have been in the past . . . lower and lower points, and I somehow imagine that, at some point, doesn't a really destitute person have to reach the breaking point . . . and then that is where they kill themselves.  Isn't that the "way of the psychotic world?" It is not sadness; that would seem to be acceptable because, perhaps then, I could cry.  But there are no tears.  There IS only hopelessness, helplessness and fear greater than anything I could have ever imagined when I was young.  I know there is no future, no stability and I am completely manipulated and controlled by something that feels completely beyond me.  I do not believe any of this; I know it.  What I believe is that, within 24 hours, I will achieve a state of consciousness where I KNOW that everything will be all right. It will then be no believing, but a knowing of that; however, what I have just described, is what I believe RIGHT NOW.  In this state, not even, really, believing in God, I still cry out to some God for help.  I imagine I am experiencing exactly the description of how Jesus felt on the cross, declaring, "My father, my father, why have you forsaken me?"  It is absolute; I am lost and alone and I have no hope.  Period.  I will continue to try to eat, think and complete the day, hoping for the most rapid ending, BELIEVING that tomorrow will bring a reversal.  I believe, as has been the case, that, within 24 hours, I will be so certain that everything will be fine, that I will KNOW that, without doubt, and I will even act confident and cocky, believing that I really can be stable and hopeful and that life truly has meaning.  Yet I will also reflect, in that moment, that the hopelessness that I feel now has returned over and over, with certainty and power, as it impacts me right now.  Somehow, in that confident state, I will just know that it can not happen again.  

  My life NOW has no meaning, I wish to be dead only and I am sorry that I was ever born, ever brought into this existence.  I will try to eat something and come back to this writing, approximately 24 hours from now; now is 3:55 P.M., with ABSOLUTE HOPELESSNESS, ABSOLUTE ABANDONMENT, Saturday, June 6, 2015. 

  It is 7:56 A.M., Sunday, June 7, 2015, and I am compelled to write this.  It makes no difference.  I can not answer the "Why" of why I am writing this.  Two things occur to me: a song lyric from the rock group Queen: "Nothing really matters . . . at all," and the quote from the Christian Bible: "All is vanity."   

  Let's see.  I was able to sleep, at least to close my eyes and descend into what was seemingly unconsciousness.  I now feel enough energy to get up and move around in somewhat of an easy fashion. I really do not want to write this exactly, yet I do.  I really do not know what to do with the time that is given me.  I really do not WANT to eat or get on Facebook or do artwork or write or be in existence.  I would prefer to be dead because I have no hope for any the value of any future.  I do not know why the world is the way it is. I do not know why people are "out there," doing what they are doing, thinking what they are thinking, except they are all conditioned to be doing what they are doing, as I am.  They perceive relative value in their lives, based on their conditioning and they derive satisfaction from continuing on and they are not prepared or willing to "die, either because they fear what that state represents or they fear the pain of it or they are conditioned to avoid it . . . I do not know.  I am not sure I care, or that I even want to ask these questions of "Why," because I feel certain there are no real answers . . . just speculations, as I have written. 

  In this state, I guess, I feel the need to just keep doing something, to continue to go along with what I consider "the whims" of the people around me because, I guess, they are so certain of the certainty and value of their existences that they would impose them on me.  I THINK my preference, which I feel certain I do not have, is that I might ask them to offer me what they call here "euthanasia," but that option does not appear available right now.  Perhaps I would not opt for it in this state I am in right now; perhaps that is because of my conditioning, being taught about the "sanctity" of life or the value of life, which I have so often vainly clung to.  However, in the state I was in yesterday afternoon, given the severity of the mental anguish, death then, as I recall, was a compelling desire, to end the suffering, which I am told is my own doing, and, therefore, I should be able to overcome that condition. This, of course, I think, and I am REALLY not sure, is the speculation of those who are conditioned to BELIEVE what they do about suffering and, I think, have found what they BELIEVE is real value and enough "peace of mind," or contentment, in their lives, which justifies continuation, not just for them, but for everyone and everything in their lives that they believe holds the fabric of their existence together. Well, the fabric of my existence, to me, seems to be irreparably torn (perhaps it always was torn, but I was conditioned to look away by burying the obvious vileness of my existence in some unconscious pockets in my "psyche," wherever or whatever that is). 

  I anticipate that the day will progress, and I will continue to live "under protest."  I BELIEVE that I will begin to "feel better," yet I BELIEVE that is just feeling different, a different mood, more accepting of what is happening around me, etc.  At some point, I imagine I will begin to BELIEVE that I have a future in art or writing or beginning legal work again, but I think I can say here that I KNOW that whatever thoughts or speculations occur to me, however my mood might change to support those speculations, that it will all come crashing down like the proverbial "house of cards," because I think I KNOW or REALLY BELIEVE that is all this existence represents.  It is all, as Buddhists are said to say, impermanent . . . illusory . . . it is, as in the Pinocchio story, a carnival, where all "innocents" are ushered into a ride infested environment, replete with candied apples and cotton candy, and the apparently once untainted organisms are converted into what the carnival barker is . . . jackasses, ready then to be introduced into the world as "functional" automatons, prepared to do the bidding of whatever cultural their significant others are already immersed in.  And, if the immersion does not take place with sufficient completeness to assure relative "peace of mind," the hapless victim(s) must then be further conditioned, either by, in this Brave New World, mind-altering drugs, more powerful methods of indoctrination, called cults or psychological counseling or any kind of intense, indoctrinating counseling or imprisonment, especially in the United State of America, because any deviation from very narrow parameters must be swiftly dealt with.  These consequences, I BELIEVE, are what I have been trying to hide from these last several years, because I seem to KNOW that I have no place in this existence, in this arrangement, especially given the mood swings I encounter, which, to others, certainly appears to just be a mental aberration or a game that I am playing.  And, perhaps, I have no idea . . . really . . . perhaps it is just a game I am playing.  Perhaps it is such a good game, that the game is now playing me.  I certainly look back on my life and believe that, as in my youth, where I thought "things were OK," it was just because I had been so conditioned or had so conditioned myself or both that things were OK, that I absolutely believed it and was perfectly willing to just go along with everything and everybody BELIEVING that things were kind of sort of all right in the world and there was a benevolent God in "the heavens," and the government was on the up-and-up, or, at least, the party of my choice or, at the very least, the justice system, that would prevent "bad" elements from invading the sanctity of my existence and that of my family, who all loved me very much and wanted only "the best" for me . . . which, of course, amounted to something called "family values," the things that gave me such comfort when I was growing up, having Sunday dinners with my grandparents and playing in the backyard with family and friends.