#king dice x reader fanfic

[biostris]

Hi there! This is my first time asking on your page and I hope your recovery is going well <3 If you’re maybe taking requests for sfw headcanons:

What do you think king dice would be like with a gf (gn is okay too) who’s rumored to being “the wicked witch of the woods” who’s typically described as a stereotypical child-eating evil old lady that lives in a house in the woods when in reality, she’s just a woman who really likes her alone time practicing her spells, making her potions, and generally doesn’t care about the childish rumors about her (bc girlbossing n shit)

If you don’t feel like answering this, pls don’t feel obligated to and you can ignore this if you’d like to. Have a good morning/day/afternoon/evening/night <3

A/N: it took me two years to get to this. But I’m here after a very lengthy depression to deliver.

C/w: possible talk about bones and other stuff, She / her pronouns used for reader

:KingDice x Witch!Fem! reader:

Honestly if you live out in the woods, you probably don’t even know about the rumors being spread. You’re too busy going to the supermarket to buy some out of season spices to begin with! Unethical you know but it’s needed for a spell and you lack a substitute herb

Whispered surround you, despite your obliviousness. “I heard she captures kids and cooks them in her cauldron!” Points out one worried mother. “I heard she works for the devil!” A man speaks out. Soon enough no one is left except the poor cashier who’s shaking in his boots.

Onto KD. You’re simply walking back to the forests edge when all of a sudden THE King Dice manages to bump into you! And uh oh, all those spices are down in the gutter. Since you’re a lady, and one he very much fancies after getting a glimpse of your face, he profusely apologizes.

“I’m sorry lil Darlin! Didn’t see ya there. What’s a pretty thing like you doing all the way downtown?” Casually trying to flirt while trying to salvage some of the spices along side you. Of course you explain your story, and here he is. Graciously offering to buy you any replacements

He is slightly scared but you’re also just too cute that maybe the crazy is excusable this time.

And from then on, he took notes. Brought you flowers ans the traditional gifts of course but he’d notice you using them in odd ways. “Baby doll,” he asks one day. Pointing to the flowers he brought a few nights ago hanging and dried upside down. “You know you can throw those away, right?”

As someone who works for the devil. He doesn’t know much about witchcraft. But whatever his girl needs. His girl gets. And hey, if you’re dating king dice? Maybe, just maybe, you’re not a kid eating devil worshipper like everyone says you are

[unholy-screeching9]

I can't wait for you're new fic!! Ugg the lack of King Dice fic's and headcanons on tumblr should be illegal😩. I just NEED a sneak peak what this fic is about😳

I just wanted to remind you to be sure to take breaks when needed and be sure to drink you're daily dose of water <333

-🃏 Anon

I'm SO glad to hear it!! It's a little over halfway done, and I'm so excited to share it. Hopefully it'll be able to make up for the lack of content in general, as well as my absence for the last couple months :,) Thank you so much for checking in!! You're so sweet, I'm genuinely so lucky to have such wonderful followers.

As for a sneak peek! I'd be happy to set all of you up with a little something special. I've left the summary/synopsis of the story itself down below. 💋

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King Dice has never been a stranger to receiving love and praise, but truly returning that affection is where he lacks. It’s against his nature to be genuine, until you come along and turn his whole life upside down. Now, he has to fight an internal battle between his heart and his mind, struggling to choose between his job and this strange, yet pleasant feeling he hasn't felt in years.

This is a story of a charismatic gangster who struggles to learn how to love again, and a fiery soul who got caught up in the right place at exactly the wrong time.

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I don't wanna give away TOO much to avoid spoiling you all, but I hope the synopsis makes at least a little sense! If not, it'll all play out when the actual story is released. To give a bit more background, you, a newbie to the town, stumble into the Devil’s Casino one night. Exhausted and looking for a way to blow off some steam, you head to the bar. There, you meet King Dice, who watches with interest as you order a drink and watch the patrons silently, judgmentally. Your eyes meet, and immediately, Dice assumes that you’ll fall for his trap, just like all the other pathetic fools who are too lovestruck to realize just what they’re getting into.

However, you prove him wrong. And you teach him how to love — something that he never thought he’d be able to do again.

[mammonistheman]

Hi! If ur open for requests can I get one about king dice (from the show) where he finds out from the devil that he has a rival now! (Reader) who owns a popular club and is working better & faster than dice ever did! The devil tells him to go and meet his new working partner *who he hints might get his position as number 1 if doesn’t keep up😰* dice obviously gets intimidated and goes to the club to meet them. But the place is packed! everyone he knows is there! he gets a table and tires to look for his rival everywhere but it’s so crowded! then everyone gets quiet and looks to the stage he sees the singer who is the most stunning person he has ever seen in his life. They’re singing ( why don’t you do right) and is giving very much Jessica rabbit vibes 💋👠you know? everyone in the club is going crazy😍 singer slowly walk up to his table and playfully takes his hat (bear with me he’s wearing a hat here) and tugs on his tie and is close to his face! staring in his eyes veeerrry sensually I mean WHEW honey!😮‍💨 but pushes him away and walks back to the stage and ends the song everyone cheers and whistles and he’s there like 😳 he asks one of the waiters about who the singer is and finds out that they are the owner!!!!🤯 plot twist!!! like what you do here is your choice! what does he do? How does he deal with his rival how does his crush treat him? How does this end? I hope this helps! Let me know if you get this or if your confused about something! Thanks for reading💗

Ugh thank you so much for requesting 😩😩 I love this concept SO MUCHHH!! I can't get enough!! I love your description too!! When describing the readers outfit in this I used two different options, for more fem or masc people, but still very much keeping Jessica Rabbit 🤭🤭💋👠 this is LOWKEY long too cause I got so into it

ALSO I WAS MEANT TO POST THIS A WHILE AGO BUT DEPRESSION HIT HARDDD I made the ending a bit rushed I'm sorry 😭

"Again??" King Dice had always had a nervous bubbling feeling in his chest as he's called down to see the Devil himself, but much more nervous now that he had actually let that currently-being-hunted cup slip out the palm of his hand and managing to get away. Oh, yeah, for the second time already.

He pulls at his collar at the tone of the flamboyant demon, grin twitching nervously.

The dice looks at the ruler of hell up and down, adjusting his suit to flatter his body more efficiently. He falters his smile to suit his boxed face in a cooler manner, shrugging for his jacket to sit properly upon his shoulders. "Don't;;" his throat feels hoarse, he smiles nerve wrackingly at the devil who is now lifting an eyebrow.

"Don't even worry about it, Boss!" He points a prominent thumb to his chest. "Third time's a charm! That Cup's soul will be yours!" He states confidently, no trace of his former fidgety movements as he places his hands on his hips. "After all; that's why I am your number one.." he smugly recalls, fixing his gloves.

King Dice looks up to see the Devil's expression, and as it was before it looked distant and uninterested. He looks more than bothered, and certainly angry. Refraining from snapping, the pitchfork wielding toon pinches the bridge of his nose as some sort of way to take control of the situation. He ends up giving a fast, rash reply to the King's last comment.

"You know..;;" he drawls sassily, furrowing his eyebrows in annoyance. "You have a rival for your place as number one." He turns, tail flicking up and into the air, stocking over to his throne that had been very near. He walks up the thin steps up to his seat, fire from the sides of the pathway roaring fiercely before forming into more controllable flickers of flames.

King Dice takes the heat into noticable consideration, yet the mention of rivalry for the placement of number one made him freeze in his spot. "Rivalry?" He questions, stepping closer to where the Devil had been stropping. He wafts his arms loosely around the place, frantically trying to get answers from his Boss. "What's this about rivalry, again??"

The Devil slightly picks up his mood, still slumped in his seat on the throne, but eyes now wide open in disbelief of the question. "Why- you don't know??" He begins; resting the pitchfork besides him, and lifting himself to sit up in his seat effortlessly. "You know; [Name]?" He waited for any sign of remembrance of the name, yet was left dumbfounded at King Dice's confusion.

"Come on- seriously? How don't you know [Name]??" He sassily, again, peered closer to Dice, but still with clear expressions, it was true he didn't know them. "Your new working partner??" He irritatedly huffed, only for King Dice to reply with an awkward. "You never told me about a new working partner.."

With some searching and fuss, The Devil comes to the conclusion of forgetting to tell his "Number 1" about his new co-worker. He starts to batter his eyeashes at King Dice, also suddenly forgetting the Cup's soul, a goofy grin taking over his face as he continued to tell him who they were. "Well; [Name] is your new rival now!"

He proudly announced, crossing his legs over one another before picking all the dirt from beneath his nails with the strong smile not leaving his face. "Or new working partner.. You know-- they own a popular club and they're working better and faster than you ever could!" He nods along to his own words, gushing over their criteria.

"Maybe they're the one to bring me the cup's soul!! Oh, how sweet of them, how very sweet!" As the Devil ponders and kicks his legs in delight, but with grounding himself he settles in his seat. "Oh they're just amazing! You must meet them!" He insists, without a thought he snaps his fingers and a hat appears.

The hat is a royal purple and looked as if it was made out of expensive fabrics, it suited the rest of the King's suit. The devil lifted himself up, holding the hat at the lip of it, and reaching over to pick up his pitchfork. He bangs the nip of the pitchfork against the floor twice, clanking sounds coming right up after the gesture.

He walks down the thin steps, placing a hat atop of King Dice's head, completely dissing his completely crushed soul seeping through and out his dice eyes. "You'll need that hat at the very least, because;; you know.. [Name] is just really fancy!" He continued to push him towards the elevator that had appeared from the floor on command to the pitchfork.

The thin appearing doors shoved open, it empty without the usually little short and round demon that would assist him. King Dice gets sent forward by the cupped hand of the Devil, with his back still turned towards him he heard the final words of his Boss before the doors clamp shut.

"So, with that said; if you don't keep it up, you know who will get the position on number one. "

On the ride up was fast but slightly bumpy, in slow knocks to either side had been applied to the elevator levitation as the Dice could only stare in the deep rich colour of the door. He had a heavy frown craving his face, shoulders drooping forward slightly, his back slouched with his arms hanging.

The doors soon snapped open and gave him a clear view as to where he was; yet the first thing he noticed was the busy chatter all around him. He stepped out, noticing the dark alley way he appeared in, only vaguely recognising the sound of the escalator burying back into the floor without a trace in the concrete.

His eyes widened slightly at muffled mutter, he was quick to pace to the corner of the wall, past messy dumpsters, his movement almost causing his newfound hat to slip off his head. He adjusts the new clothing accessory, looking around the place he had been sent two.

Clearly, it were still the streets of inkwell. It actually seemed sort of familiar, like he had passed by before, but he let let little detail slip. He looked up at the building he had been standing by, recognising it as a bar, the very prominent yapping conversations coming from inside. He adjusts his clothing again as he stepped away from the casted shadows, looking into the bustling building.

He counted heads, even recognising some faces as people who watch his shows, the many faces he has looked over time and time again. It was like he had been seeing them for the first time, but with the knowledge of them being his watchers. He stepped inside, looking at all the fancy decor.

The fancy paintings on the walls looked out of place but suited; they marked who had opened the bar and the year it had been opened. A portrait of a older gentleman, rather dapper, in a expensive suit and had been painted in expensive paints, it looked like. He continued to search his surroundings, still wondering why the bar had been so popular.

Sure, the glinting lights had created a atmospheric environment, good to be tipsy in, the main color used for the carpet flooring and the surrounding walls were red and gold.

But it still smelt of regular old boos, and hadn't even been using the stage that had been set up in the corner. The night still seemed lively, dispute the stop of nothing going on. He couldn't help but wonder if he could sneak in his very own show, and turn the night into one of his very own if he could.

He was still captivated by the many drunken friends singing in broken harmony, that he fails to watch a waitress prance up to him. "Can I help ya?" She rather rudely snapped, but King Dice only assumed she didn't notice who he was. He grinned charmingly, flicking the hat to fall off his head before bowing to the lady.

"Why, yes, may you bring me to a table?" He smugly replied, standing up with a still fist full of his hat. He waited for any reaction off of her, but only to see she continued to chew on a toothpick. "Okay, Buddy, follow me.." she turned away, almost leaving him in the crowd of wasted middle aged men. He hurried to keep up, quite in disbelief at her reaction. Rather than; her lack of a reaction.

He was brought to a table, the seats cushioned and light weight to eye appeal, they had also been coloured a significant shade in red and gold as of the rest of the surroundings. There had already been a group of lads there as well, as of how grounded the place was it was the only seat that was free.

"The bar is over there, Pal, if 'der is anythin' ya need." She simply walked off after her little dialogue, leaving him to ask the three men sitting down if he could join. Them, rather loudly, agreed to his company alarmingly willingly. He sat, and as he knew it, it was a rather comfortable for a spineless seat.

He looked over the big sea of crowds once more, trying to see any sign of his so called "rival", but to no luck he can only spot pigs chugging to their hearts delight. Slightly awkward, he leans into the group that looked as if they were in the middle of a card game. "So.." he starts, instead of the group growing at him in annoyance they all grinned, eyes half lidded.

"Sup'?" Was a simple slur of reply from a cat toon besides him. He was quite shocked they weren't as badly drunk as the others in the lot, but he still doubts he'd get clear answers. He tightens his tie, pushing down his mustache to be neater, and grinning at the friendly men. "Why is this place so crowded, huh, fellas?"

As soon as he got the question out the lights dimmed down, a singular beaming shooting out towards the stage. It instantly caught the attention of many, as well as the Dice, as the last thing hastily said to him was a breathless "You'll see in a sec.." the cards of the three players got thrown down onto the table, sighing, cupping their cheeks in their hands.

(if you wanna listen and read idk I also like the Jessica rabbit one better so i put it- just imagine its gender neutral too even tho its known as a "woman's blues" song 😭😭)

It had been silent for a couple moments, a voice seamlessly coming from nowhere with an echo. The rhythm of their voice was flawless, the lyrical words making the King perk up. "You had plenty of money in; 1922~" thick, deep cords strike from the band in front of the stage, blending into the dark with there dark clothing and instruments.

People starting cheering, the singer unfazed by the loud grasping voices as a leg of theirs appears behind the red certain hung up to back sights behind the stage. They make their appearance, outfit show worthy and fancy to a glimpse. The King's mouth hangs open to a gawp, eyes outlining their figure and clothing.

(If your want masc clothing(its still very glam);

They happen to be wearing a red suit, black shirt, and red tie. They hadn't been sparkling with gems but instead with spray on glitter that had been lightly scattered across soft, gleaming skin and only slightly wrinkled clothing. Their black shoes had soft clicking sounds against the wooden build of the stage, the slim heel making them slightly taller. Their gloves were a pale cream, if not white, with three striped markings on the back.

If you want fem clothing(its basically Jessica Rabbit ngl);

They had a bright red gem dress, the clung to the shape of thier body effortlessly showing off their silhouette. There's a slit up the leg of the dress, ending at the very hip on the left side. It reveals the shoes, long tall read blinding heels, that made harsh sounds when they walked(in a suprisingly stable fashion). Their gloves were long enough to reach their elbows, a pale cream, if not white, with three striped markings on the back.

Sorry; please continue :D )

He gulped for air, watching them delicately trailing a hand across their body almost in a teasing manner. They look at all the viewers, like he had been doing moments ago, watching them reach up to try to make contact with their body from up on stage. The glance they give to drunk lads was pure amusement, with one more wipe of the scene they finally find a different view..

A dice, King Dice for that matter, watching from a table, the most sober person at this bar. They almost double took at his sudden appearance, yet with still tuning their voice cords they smirk flirtatiously. They look down at the steps dividing the pianist, that had now also started playing the cords, from other musicians playing the background.

People make way for them to pass through, a line directly heading towards 'The Devil's right hand man'. They're still plucking words, swaying the heads of many people, making a few sing along with them as they traveled through the crowds of drunks and up to the only typically sober individual.

King Dice watches them, almost frozen in his seat, inspecting their body as their swift movements carry them through the large clusters of people. It doesn't hit him how close they are until their voice is ringing in his ears, he still pays attention to them rounding the table, away from him, their voice more broody as they made contact with the cartoon cat besides himself.

The cat, sitting directly next to King Dice, stiffened up, fluffy slim tail lifting up into the air in a straight line. They leaned over him and traced a finger to his hand that was resting on the table, up to his shoulder, and than to his cheek. People swooned and cheered at the 'exciting' actions, but that didn't matter to the mysterious singer as they made eye contact with King Dice the whole time.

They finally depart from the mouse chaser, standing to appear straighter as they finally set undivided attention onto the royal purple dressed dice. They take his shoulder, spinning him in his seat to fully put him on display to the crowds. Still singing into their old fashioned microphone, they let a chuckle slip into their words.

They take his hat, topping it down on their own head, focusing on any emotion they can find in his eyes. They give him a sensual look, furrowing their eyebrows to point upward, widening their eyes to appear more 'doe' like. They pucker their lips, leaning awfully close, close enough for them to know only King Dice can see their change in dynamic.

Their gaze becomes sharper, a grin appearing freshly with the still very much doe gaze and lifted brows.

They watch him falter underneath their look, but as he got lost in the (eye colour) pools of their pupils, they have to get lost in the music. It happens to be the very last line of the song coming up, so with tilting their head they tug tightly onto his tie. They jerk him forward and closer to their face, cheeks brushing against eachother, until the very moment they push him away.

They straighten their stance again, turning. Up and away again, up to the stage with supringly slow motion as they once again passed the many members of the band playing hard to get the moment right, the singer curved their fingers to ball up the fabrics of crimson sheet, looking over their shoulder longingly at their known new working partner.

They smile sweetly at him, over their shoulder, their words still smooth and collected as they maintained eye contact. "Why don't you do right; like other men do?" It almost felt personal, with one more suggestive look, they pull the curtain back and seem into the darkness of the back room.

King Dice can hear his heartbeat in his ears, surely the lights turned back on but the cheering and clapping seemed to be endless. He audibly breathed heavily, patting over his body to make sure he had in fact witnessed the scene in such detail. He felt the random toons at the bar nugging his side, flaring their eyebrows and knocking their head towards stage as a joke.

He looked around for anyone to ask of their name; but only saw the waitress from before. She was still chewing on a toothpick, but the grumpy expression lifted til there was no race on her face. He was cheering among the other people, goo-goo eyes at the person that wasn't on stage anymore. Figuring he wouldn't get the right answers from wasted people around, he gets up from his seat.

He directly goes over to her, standing with other employees, before rudely interrupting their conversations. "Hey!" He states rather abruptly, gaining a collective response other that just her attention. "What;;" he breathes, looking back at the stage and raising a hand to his head. His hat has disappeared. His eyes widen, nervously looking back at her, as the group has lost interest of his reasoning.

"What was their name??" He questions again, getting a quick snappy reply like the first time he had talked to her. "They're not interested, sir." She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. He looks the toon up and down, pointing to the top of his head at the disserpearqnce of his hat. "They have my hat; and I paid good money for that."

His voice had undertones of a seethe, but he continued to watch the woman huff and gingerly shuffle towards the stage. He followed after, walking towards the door labelled as a "storage" room that was build in besides. He fixed his suit nervously, looking around the booze scented room, hearing the door open and looking in after the waitress called into the room.

"MISS/MR (NAME) (LAST NAME)!! A buster over here is lookin' for ya'!! he wants da' hat back!" He slightly froze, freezing in frame of the moment as the waitress swayed her hips and left the scene. He caught up in the moment, walking into the doorway, and with shakey hands closed the door behind him.

He recalls their last name, but definitely their first name.. his rival, and the devils new so called "number one". (Name). He sees a few steps ahead of him, he quickly but nervously flees up them in a sort of fidgety fashion. He appears in another doorway, and speaking into the small room he sees a particular scene.

They had been sitting upon their seat, a hat still upon their head, and the usual Hollywood mirror staring back at their visue. They peer at him with half lidded eyes, eyelashes fluttering, before a sensual grin pull their face.

"Hello; King."

[where-dreamers-go]

So...

[itshoneybun]

Hey I’m new here, before everybody ask me i only have Tumblr. Ok understand? Perfect!

I’m a cringe person and I like fanfics x Reader 【 I’m gonna try to write some too 】

Don’t like my content? Go the fuck away and don’t bother me//j

Fandoms I’m gonna write

➣ FNF = (characters ~ BF obv, GirlFriend, Nene, Pico)

➣Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss = (Charlie,Vaggie, Husk,Nifty,Lute,Adam, Sera & Emily [i I’m not gonna write Alastor bc he’s Ace, and Angel is gay and I don’t know how to write Males/Readers sorry but I wanna respect that he’s gay]

➣TCOAAL = ( Andy, Ashley, Mrs. Graves and Julia)

➣Bendy and the dark revival = (Audrey, Bendy, Sammy, Alice, Alison, Tom and Joey)

➣Security Breach = [ +Aftons Willian Afton, Micheal Afton ] (All the GlamRocks, Sundrop, Moondrop and Vanessa)

➣Cuphead = (Mugman,Cuphead (ofc) Ms.Chalice and King Dice both serie and Game just u have to say it )

I love this little 💙 gremlin 💙

Just.LOOK.HIM

He’s so silly I 💙 HIM and ONLY HIM 💙

Request are open ✔️

Canon x Canon ✔️

Canon x female! Reader ✔️

Canon x Male! Reader❌

RolePlay ❌

HAVE A F*KING NICE DAY ✨

[love-minor-poltergeist]

How would King Dice react if his SO decided to help patch him up after his fight with the Cup Brothers?

A/N: I ended up going a little overboard with this prompt. (￣▽￣*)ゞ

I began this batch with the mindset that King Dice would be a little hesitant to let his s/o help him, and it quickly went downhill from here.. Sorry it took me so long to get this request, I hope it was worth the wait! And be sure to let me know if you’d ever like me to redo these if you aren’t satisfied!!

King Dice getting patched up Hcs:

King Dice isn’t one to ask for help. Perhaps it’s an after effect of working for the embodiment of Pride itself. Perhaps it’s due to the nature of his work. Or maybe he’s just a stubborn ass. Whatever the case may be: perfectionism and mulish self reliance is an unpleasant cocktail. 

After his fight with the Cup Brothers, Dice was bruised, battered, and furious. He was angry at the little brats that did this to him; angry at his arrogant boss for not planning ahead; angry at himself for letting this happen. 

His body ached and cried in protest the entire journey to his office. Worst of all, his hands had taken the worst of the abuse, rendering them boneless as they laid listlessly on his desk. Each time he tried to move his fingers, pain snapped at his arms like a bear-trap. Now, Dice couldn’t use work to distract himself. 

The die had resigned himself to stewing in silence for the rest of that evening. At least, that was what he originally planned on doing until he received a knock at the door. 

Not in the mood for pleasantries, Dice was ready to shout out at the dumb sap trying to bug him right now. Then the door opened up, and he felt the protest die on his lips at the sight of you. 

All he could do was turn away as you closed the door behind you. He could feel your concerned stare take in the damage; shoulders stiff as he’s now painfully aware of the cracks in his face. Icy-hot shame swells in his chest and bleeds his face red. 

Dear god, the last thing he’d ever want you to see is this. 

He doesn’t move to stop you. He’s too tired to stop you. King Dice sags against the back of his office chair, eyes dull and distant as he blankly stares at a burnt spot in the wine-red paper of his wall. Faintly, the die could hear you fuss at him through the mental fog. However, he makes no move to say anything; numb beyond belief.

You, meanwhile, frantically flutter about his office, open and slamming shut drawers and cabinets like a bat out of hell. Finally, you dug up an old, dusty medkit with a triumphant “aha!”, rousing your boyfriend back into the present with a pained groan. Sheepishly, you offer an apologetic look his way. 

Dice still doesn’t turn away from the wall. However, a marble green eye intently watches your every movement. You were aware of his gaze while you searched through bandages and salves, but kept quiet. The poor man’s already been through enough, you think. 

Once you are satisfied with the contents inside, you click the kit shut with a satisfied hum. You turn back towards your boyfriend. He’s looking straight at you now, uncertainty in his eyes and a tenseness in his jaw. 

When you begin to approach him, Dice quickly breaks away to stare at his lap. You watch his fingers faintly twitch beneath your gaze, the motion forcing his lips into a grimace as he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth. You frown, mouth curling into a displeased frown. 

“You probably don’t want me in here right now,” you slowly say, teeth worrying at the inside of your cheek. “Anyone would want to be left alone– being in all that pain and all. But…”

Your grip on the battered kit tightens enough to turn your knuckles white. Dice is looking back up at you, and you feel your face grow hot. Lips dry and throat tight, you tentatively lick at your lips before continuing. 

“I don’t like seeing you like this, Dice,” you lay a hand on his pale cheek. “Please, just give me one chance. If you want me to stop, just say the word. I won’t try to push anymore…”

The die stares up at you, mouth pinched into a thin line as he looks off to the side; marble green eyes dulling slightly. When was the last time anyone had tried to help? When was the last time anyone had actually cared enough to help him? There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that you were well aware how he ended up in this sorry state– he could hear the sounds of celebration all the way from Inkwell Hell. Surely, you had to be humiliated. No one in their right mind would be able to live down the fact their boyfriend had his ass handed to him by a couple of short stack cups…

And yet… Dice glances towards you, expecting the worrying facade to drop any minute before being berated into high heaven. Instead he’s met with the glassy sheen in your eye– wet with unshed tears– as the medkit trembled in your grasp from how tightly you held it. 

Heart heavy with reluctance, Dice further leans against the palm of your hand. His eyes gradually slide shut as he lets out a loud exhalation from his nose. 

“...Very well, Doll… Go easy on me, though. I had a long day.” 

Your heart practically soars, and you have to fight back the little excited noise welling in your throat as a relieved smile stretches your lips. You get to work in an instant, cracking open the kit in your hands and taking out various supplies, and setting them down on the end table beside the couch. 

Meanwhile, Dice merely sits back and allows himself to be gently pawed at as you fuss over him. Cool salves smooth over the cracks of his flesh before it's covered in bandaging. Every little movement you make is followed by worry-filled questions (“are you okay with this?”, “Does this hurt?”, etc.), all of which he answers with a small hum. 

It feels…Nice, having someone treat him with such care. He’s gotten used to the mixed reactions of infatuated admirers, the scornful victims, and the cautious knowers– ‘twas the price of fame, after all. But you… You always had thrown him for a loop. 

You weren’t afraid of him. A fact that he found both maddening and comforting. Everything about you– from your personality, your soul, the love you gave him– was earnest. It felt strange. Strange but good. 

And as he sat there, drained yet content, Dice can’t help but think that he should get injured often if you’re going to play nurse.

[acinomthecat]

I hope y’all like my King Dice x Reader fanfic!!!!

Isn’t it romantic? We got married at the same beach where I threw Devil into the ocean!

(THATS WHAT HE GETS FOR CALLING MY MAN A GOOD-FOR-NOTHING-LACKEY AND NOT NUMBER ONE)

[a-randon-horror-lover]

Think you could do a King Dice x Clotellia Hearts (My Oc)? Maybe a Nsfw if your into that right now. OwO

Since I know enough about your oc to do this, Sure! Hope you like this. Dice might be a little out of character but idgaf.

Warning(s): Cursing, slight NSFW

One day in Inkwell's casino...

Clotellia was walking down one of the halls. She was heading to see her favorite person in all of Inkwell: Mr. King Dice. Sure, ever since the two cup kids beat the crap out of the Devil and Chloë started to work at the casino, Dice was her boss. But she started to relize how much she needed Dice, how much they had in common, how much they should start to be more than friends. As Chloë walked down the patterned floor, she seen her crush talking to the kind-of cowboy of the casino, Chips. Cloë stopped in her path and hid behind a pillar on one side of the hall. She could hear the two talking to each other and she blushed at the convention.

"Boss, you've been acting 'bit weird lately! What buggin' ya?" Chips stared into Dice's emerald eyes

"Fine! I'll tell you if you fuck off after! I think I've fallen in love with the most be-auty-ful gal here. She reminds me alot of myself and I'm thinking about starting a relationship.."

"Sweet! And who is the lucky lady?"

"Our newest worker, Clotellia Hearts. The way she dresses, the way she smiles, it's just so amazing and glamorous!" He exclaimed.

After that, Chloë couldn't help but giggle causing Dice and Chips to know she was eavesdropping on there little talk. Chips decided it would be a great idea to leave so he headed to the main part of the casino. King Dice on the other hand followed were the giggles came from and seen Clotellia being a blushing mess. Dice may have not cared about this any other day, but not today. He picked her up and frowned "So, what all did you hear?" She stuttered "A-all o-of i-i-it..." Dice pinned Clotellia to the wall "That isn't what you should do to boss. Since we both have to get back to work, you'll only get a quick punishment~" Chloë looked a bit scared about what the hell she got herself into "Okay, boss.." "Hold on! I'm going to get something" He smiled. Dice left the room and came back with something behind his back. He pinned Clotellia to the wall again and lefted the bottom part of her dress up. Chloë was to embarrassed to say anything when Dice moved her panties to the side and shoved a vibrator into her. He dropped the skirt of her dress and turned the vibrator on at its highest level. Dice dropped Clotellia on the floor and left. Well, Cloë was definitely going to regret eavesdropping!

[lizzychan234]

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[fanmaniac]

King Dice X Reader

After catching a certain dice’s eye how will the rest of the night proceed?

Reader is gender neutral and fic mentions smoking, alcohol, and gambling.

Critique is welcomed! (You might have to go to my tumblr to actually read the whole thing)

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You were dragged into the casino by your drunk friend. You offered to just bring him home but you didn’t want to argue with him since he tend to get violent when drunk…

‘The Devil’s Casino’ you thought to yourself as you see the huge looming grinning devil on the sign. ‘What’s the worst that can happen? I lose my soul or something?”

The casino welcomes you with an overwhelming scent of smoke and booze. The sound of laughter, the shuffling of cards, the rolling of die mixed in made up the atmosphere of the casino.

“*Hic* imm go ovra therrrr…” your friend said after stumbling away to a poker table. The people there gave him a big sleazy smile and sat him down. You don’t know who to feel more bad for him or his wallet?

That left you alone. In a huge casino.

You weren’t much of a gambler. You barely know a couple of games and were hastily taught just because your friends needed an extra player.

Maybe you could just watch.

You walk over to a craps table. Two cup fellows seem to getting in trouble with the devil. They were on their knees begging for their souls. ‘The poor guys probably wanted to just have fun. To bad they ended up on the wrong side of the tracks.’ You shake your head at them.

“Hello there~ Lookin for somethin’?” a voice behind you said. You spin around to be met with a tall dapper figure. Said figure greeting you with a smile and small bow.You could see that he was obviously someone important. His dapper light royal purple suit was certainly made with fine quality and probably cost a pretty penny.

“My eyes ar’ up here~” he caught you staring. You desperately tried to cover up your blush and that voice wasn’t helping at all.

He just smirked at you.

“You know how to play Craps?” he asked with that deep voice of his.

You shake your head and say no. But that only makes him grin more.

“I have some time on my hands. I guess I’ll be nice this one time and teach ya”.

You don’t know if you have the best or worst luck in world right now.

He moved next to you set it all up.  As he went into detail about the game you can’t help but be distracted. The way his touch lingers on the table, how focused he was, that look he was giving you…

He caught you staring.

Again.

“Here” he pass the dice in your hands,” see if you can toss those all the way back there” he cocks his head to the back wall.

You were trembling. You could barely even hold the dice and now he wants you to throw it? You weakly throw the dice and it barely reaches midway across the table.

“Let me show you my dear~” he came behind you. You stopped breathing. You blushed hard. “Wow darlin’ you got hands softer than rabbit’s feet~” he said as he placed your hands in his own. He swung back and let the dice roll.

“Ya lucky I came ‘long!” he exclaim showing off his pearly whites. “I bet you can’t even roll- Whoah there!”

Your knees were weak. Palms sweaty. Arms heavy and you had none of Mom’s spaghetti. You collapsed into King Dice’s arms. His big arms supported you. You were surrounded by smell of expensive cologne and whiskey.

His face is full of concern when you look up at him.  “You ok there? Your face is all red…We got a room-” You cut him off mid-sentence. “A-ah no no that’s fine I was just a little bit dizzy” If you can barely handle being 5 ft from him what makes you think you could survive spending the night?

He frowned at that but then smiled a mischievous smile.

‘Oh no what is he thinking now?!’

“Since you’re ‘n expert now how about we play a game o’ Craps?”

‘Expert? You could barely hold the dice!’

“But let’s make a wager shall we? If you win you and your friend gets a free room! But if I win you have you have to spend the rest of the night with me~.

‘Oh’

It was your turn to smirk now. “Is that all?”

“’ll even treat ya to dinner just for you sweet cheeks~”

‘Now that’s a wager’

You reeled your hand back and hope for the best. And when the dice hit the backboard you held your breath then smiled.

“Snake eyes~”

[biostris]

I was wondering if you could do some headcanons about King Dice x Depressed!Reader? How he reacts to their slumping around, mood swings, inability to focus, overall inexplicable sadness, etc.

A/N: honestly I think this might be the easiest fic for me to write bc my doctors all point to me and say "depressed" but I didn't take my meds and now i actually feel like i need them. Anyways sorry if this ends up being short! my mind is a bit on the fuzzy side :P

:King Dice x Depressed!Reader:

Where do i even begin, ive stated multiple times that KD is usually a very busy man, or at least likes to keep himself busy. So he doesn't really pick up until the Devil laid him off.

It started with noting your mood swings, they weren't like your usual ones, they were more intense than usual, to the point where small things made you crumble and break down to a silently crying mess.

Next came you mind fog, even if you were both out doing something you typically enjoyed, you mentally stopped being there for hours on end. At this point in time he began to keep a closer eye on you.

He did everything in his power but he couldn't figure out why his baby doll, his sugar, was always so sad and upset. He hated that you were in bed for days on end and struggled with simple tasks.

Eventually one day when you were having an ok day, he finally convinced you to see someone.

First it was the doctor, he sat outside as you took the little depression quiz they give you as you wait as to not sway your answers so you could lie and say ‘im fine’ once again.

The doctor prescribed you some anti-depressants, at first you didn't want to take them, especially with a past experience o it making your heart beat so fast it freaked you out. But with KD’s gentle encouragement you began to take the starter dosage.

“Im not gonna let anything bad happen to ya Baby doll.”

The med’s helped slightly, and it was trial and error when it came to certain brands, but when you found one that you could take along side therapy things did get slightly better.

Soon you found yourself able to start doing small things, such as brushing your teeth at least once a day, etc.

KD didnt want to treat you like a child, especially with the stigma around mental health, but if you do better with a reward system then by golly he’s gonna set one up for you.

Every two weeks if you’ve taken your meds he takes you out for dinner, or shopping, or maybe you guys just stay in. It’s all up to what you wanna do!

He helps you alot with chores, especially on those days you struggle even with medication, havin a hard time brushing your hair? Dice is on the case with a brush and other things! Need help with your room? no need to worry Honey KD is on his way to help you tidy!

No matter how busy he is, he will always find away to help his baby doll.

[unholy-screeching9]

I m sorry to bother you but…..do you think you could do KD x reader where they both have a shitty day and just need each other? Like they cuddle? Everybody needs comfort, even the greatest showman on inkwell isles!^^

You don't even know how much I needed to write this. These past few weeks have been hell for me, so it was so nice to finally be able to write something again, especially something comforting <3

There's some suggestive content in here still, so I advise everyone to be careful!

SUGGESTIVE CONTENT WARNING! 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI.

💋

King Dice x Reader "Bad Day Headcanons"

SONG RECOMMENDATION: “I’ll Never Smile Again” - Jimmy and Tommy Dorsey

King Dice x Reader “Bad Day” Headcanons (GAME)

If anyone were to ask King Dice what it’s like to be the right hand man of the Devil himself, why, he’d say it’s a dream. The best thing that’s ever happened to him. Well, maybe the second best. Marrying you will always come first. 

He really does enjoy his job as the casino’s manager, and doesn’t mind the workload. To be surrounded by fawning fans and patrons, collecting their wallets, possessions, and damn souls from right under their noses? The job is certainly never boring. The poor fools who enter make sure of that. 

King Dice always enjoys a good gamble. Whether it’s a friendly game of poker, craps, roulette, or even a bet on which racehorse would take the prize, the manager clings to the thrill of the risk like a drug. 

But the thing about addiction is, you never realize how much you’re suffering until it’s much too late to do anything about it. More often than not, you tend to bite off much more than you can chew. 

Dice occasionally finds himself in this position, having become in over his head. Sometimes, the die gets a small reality check of his own. 

This reality check comes in many different forms. Not that he ever loses a bet, of course. The King never loses, and he intends to keep it that way, no matter how dirty his hands get. There’s a reason why the house always wins, and Dice is that reason. 

Instead, his reality check comes in the form of angry patrons who have had one too much to drink, picking a fight with the manager. A demanding boss constantly looming over his shoulders, nitpicking Dice’s methods and making it incredibly difficult for him to do his damn job. 

The crushing weight of pressure to keep up a perfect approachable appearance, luring the poor fools of Inkwell inside the Devil’s mitts like a lion tricking its prey. 

Not to mention the heavy workload of papers to sign, contracts to file, tailoring appointments to keep his style consistent with whatever trends might be appearing, exhausting measures to keep his boss happy, stocking of supplies, the list could go on. 

Normally, it’s manageable enough. Some of the tasks overlap, and Dice manages to find a nice, smooth routine to keep everything in order, especially with the help of his cards. 

Typically, they will work behind the scenes while Dice manages the front, filing his papers for him, checking the drink stocks from behind the counter (the Tipsy Troop is of very little help at times), or even just forging Dice’s signature on a few of his contracts to lighten his load. 

This way, all the King really has to deal with is a few tiffs with particular drunkards, looking pretty, and keeping his staff in line. 

However… sometimes, the workload is just too much for Dice to handle, even with his cards and his staff scrambling to help the poor man keep a level head. 

Sometimes, Dice is kept after his shift usually ends, signing contracts until he can barely see straight, fingers ready to fall off. 

Sometimes, Dice gets scuffed up during a fight, causing a small crack in his head, or a few rips in his suit. 

Sometimes, the Devil is too irate to effectively calm down, and Dice is on the receiving end of his boss’s wrath whether what caused the ruckus was his fault or not. 

Sometimes… Dice just can’t take it. 

There have been numerous occasions where you’ve watched him trudge inside your chambers, completely worn out, a sour expression on his face. Dice can’t even smile at you or offer any kind of greeting as he shucks off his shoes and jacket, frustratedly kicking the objects off to the side. 

You hate seeing him like that. It’s not like him, at all. He deserves so much better than what he’s given, and you wish you could do something about his awful working conditions. 

On the nights your husband returns to you looking beaten and weary, you do the one thing that you know he’ll never oppose. You guide him into laying on top of you, his aching head resting over your chest, listening to your soft, steady heartbeat.

You simply hold him in your arms and hum a relaxing tune, your fingers gently running over the crisp edges of his head. It relaxes him almost instantly. 

Very few words are exchanged between the two of you. Dice is too tired and frustrated with everything to vent, and you don’t push him. You won’t even try to make small talk. Sometimes, there’s just no point in speech. 

No… sometimes, things are meant to be silent. And comforting Dice after a horrible day at work is usually one of those times. 

In the early hours of morning, you may occasionally wake up and find Dice staring up at the ceiling, unable to sleep with too much on his mind. It is here when he finally opens up to you, spilling the details of why he entered your chambers in such a cranky mood. 

You say nothing, just letting him speak, not even flinching when he occasionally raises his voice, gesturing irritatedly with his hands. You barely even bat an eye when he lets out a frustrated huff, grumbling under his breath about how different he wishes his life turned out, falling onto his back with a defeated sigh. 

What does get your heart caught in your throat, is when his hand finds yours from under the covers. When he gives you a gentle squeeze, shifting close to you and rubbing his thumb over the smooth, shiny gold of your wedding ring. 

“You’re the only good thing that’s come out of this mess, doll.” 

Before you can even respond, Dice is asleep, his hand still squeezing your own like a lifeline.   

Well, that certainly gets your heart to flutter. 

You can absolutely relate to his struggles, as you have had many, many bad days of your own. More than you can count. Fortunately, it’s usually nothing you can’t deal with yourself.

You can handle a hard day with your own job. You can handle coming home to the casino’s chaotic ambiance after a hard day at work, with a couple drinks and a quick smoke for good measure. You can handle the long wait for your husband to return from his shifts and into your quarters. The wait is a hundred times worth it for that sweet, sensual embrace he gives you (and whatever follows afterwards). 

What gets you slightly miffed is the treatment from the folks around you who are cautious, curious, and just damn nosy over your relationship with King Dice. Repeated. Near constant. 

If you need to answer one more goddamn question about Dice’s ability as the Devil’s right hand man to love, one more inquiry over whether or not the man has you in some sort of trance, one more jealous complaint from the filthy drunkards who can’t learn to keep to themselves, your head just might fall off its shoulders.

It’s not that you’re not used to the comments and questions, it’s not that you can’t handle the occasional jab from another being. It’s definitely not that you’re protective of your husband, when he can certainly protect himself and you as soon as he feels the need to. It just… it gets so god damn annoying after a while.

And some days, you just can’t. 

The pressure of your job, worrying over your lover and his duties, dealing with the obsessive freaks? It’s certainly difficult not to crack. 

What ends up tipping you over the edge is any extra conflict life decides to throw at you on that particular day. Your boss gives you a hard time over something unwarranted. Someone bumped into you and spilled a drink all over you, so you have to work in soiled clothing.

You’ll never admit it to yourself (or anyone else), but you’re a ticking time bomb on the daily, waiting for one final push into detonation. And when that push comes, well, you’re nearly inconsolable. 

You barely make it through the rest of your day without killing someone. As soon as your shift ends, you head back home, attempting to take the side door to avoid the casino’s loud, unbearable ambiance. 

The door is locked. God fucking dammit. 

You let out a frustrated shout, banging your fist against the golden door frame before stepping away. You bite the inside of your cheek to distract yourself from the growing pain in your hand, and the fact that you now have to make your way through the suffocating atmosphere just to get to your room. 

Holding your breath, you quickly throw open the double doors, effectively silencing the whole room with the sheer amount of force you use as each door slams against the walls with a bit of recoil. 

Ignoring the stares and slight whispers of the folks who recognize who you are, you make your way through the maze of tables and machines, passing by the Blackjack table where your husband sat at the head, his deck of cards slipping from his hands and falling into a heap on the table. 

He stares at you in surprise, eyes desperate to reach yours, feeling crestfallen when you never meet his gaze. 

Watching you effectively slip past the crowd and head into the private halls, Dice makes a mental note to grab a bottle of wine for you on the way back to his chambers. He notices the clusters of people continuing to stare at the door and whispering in suspicion, and quickly becomes angry over their inquiries. 

Gathering up his deck of cards with one swoop of the hand, he brings his other fist down on the table to grab everyone’s attention, glaring menacingly at the wide eyes of his patrons. 

“Well, get back to it, will ya?! Don’t you fellas know it’s rude to stare at someone and start talkin’ smack when they’re no longer present? Forget what you saw and move on!” 

The powerful bellow of his voice combined with his threatening gaze was enough to jumpstart the casino into action once again, the games and chatter continuing like nothing ever even happened. 

With an aggravated huff, he turns back to his own table and silently deals the deck to his slightly shaky players, ignoring their hesitant movements and fearful eyes on him. As long as they aren’t focused on you anymore, he doesn’t give a damn.

When the day finally ends, Dice makes a beeline towards his room, a bottle of wine and two glasses in hand. For once, he’s silent as he opens the door and steps inside, quietly stepping over to your curled up form on the bed. 

A gentle hand rubs over your shoulder, making you flinch in surprise before you slowly relax into your husband’s touch, your eyes slipping shut as you do your best to collect yourself. 

Dice notices you trying to calm down and shakes his head, setting the wine and glasses down on your nightstand and taking your hands. 

“It’s alright to be angry and upset, sweetness. Don’t try and bottle it up for my sake. If you need to yell or cry, go ahead. I’ll spare your dignity.”

That’s all you need to hear. Dice silently nods along in understanding as you tear into the horrible day you had, letting you yell out your frustrations, his hand gently running along your inner thigh in an attempt to comfort you. 

If you start to shed any tears in the middle of your rant, your lover offers you his handkerchief, continuing to listen to you as he pours you a glass of liquid happiness. 

The rest of the night is filled with tears, alcohol, and eventual silence as you both finish off the bottle, settling down for bed. You’re more than eager to sleep off the struggles, in hopes that tomorrow will bring you fortune. 

You both are there for each other when you need it, and that’s something you’ll always cherish about your husband. How someone as intimidating and evil as him could be so sweet and caring with you, you’ll never understand. But you are grateful for it. 

Dice is just as grateful for you, for dealing with his messes. For putting up with his work life, for loyally waiting for him every night, no matter how late it gets. For looking past his ‘rough and tough’ persona, and learning to love his broken, messy interior. 

Your love for each other is what gets you both through even the hardest of days. 

That includes, when both of you aren’t exactly having the best time. It’s rare for you to have an off day at the same time, but in the unfortunate case that something like this happens, well… you lean on each other more than ever. 

Both metaphorically and physically. 

As usual, you return home first, making your way through the casino’s main floor and biting your lip to keep from shouting at the drunkards who bump into you, whoop and holler in your ear, or simply stare at you in disgusting infatuation. 

Except this time, Dice is too distracted with his own hardships that he doesn’t even notice you come in. This time, it’s his eyes that fail to meet yours as you pass by, creating a slight twinge in your heartstrings. 

It seems today is just shitty all around, you suppose.

Stopping by Dice’s office, you grab a couple books from one of his many bookshelves, and head back to your quarters. Maybe some light reading will help you get your mind out of reality for a while. 

Dice’s escape from reality… isn’t quite as healthy.

With a cigar in his mouth and a glass of scotch in his hand, he finally makes his way to the room with heavy footsteps, just wanting to see you. To hold you. To lament to you. 

He knows in his heart that all you want is the same. It’s what you both need right now. You just need to be near each other. To hold each other. To kiss each other. To forget the stress of the day, and just focus on what’s most important. 

Your love for one another. 

The quiet creak of the door opening followed by the light of the hall flooding the room catches your attention, your head lifting from your book and finally meeting Dice’s eye as he steps inside, taking a drink from his whiskey glass and setting it on his bedside table. 

You’re up in a moment, the book forgotten about as you make your way over to him, helping him remove his jacket, carefully draping it over a hook and hanging it neatly. When Dice kicks off his shoes, you move them underneath his hanging tailcoat for him. 

The only sounds in the room are the rustling of fabrics being taken off, the soft pads of footsteps trailing to the bathroom, the running water from the sink’s faucet, and the aching ringing in your ears. 

Dice washes the makeup from his face and steps back into the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed with you, clad only in his boxers. His movements are tender and careful as he cups your face with his hands, his fingers slowly covering your ears, helping to finally rid you of the god-awful sounds plaguing your brain and causing a headache. 

Your eyes flutter closed as you rest your pounding forehead against his bare chest, taking in that addicting scent of smoke and musk. 

For the first time in a while, Dice chuckles slightly, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. While you rest against him, he helps you rid yourself of your top and bottoms, leaving you in your undergarments. Shivering slightly, you shift closer to him for warmth, and Dice responds by pulling you into his lap all together. 

He peppers you with all the kisses you’d ever need, holding your face in his hands as he makes his way over your cheeks, forehead, nose, and finally, your lips. 

Oh, hell, his lips are magical. They’re so soft against your own, and the taste of alcohol and cigar smoke is always welcomed. It’s incredible. Your favorite way to take your whiskey, if you were honest with yourself. 

Your arms find your way around his neck area, and his around your waist. Both of you are itching just to get a taste of each other, your tongues meeting and mingling with one another. You both are exhausted and frustrated with your lives, but it’s the kisses you share that make the day worth going through. 

Dice scoots back into bed with you in his lap, laying down on his back, letting you sprawl on top of him. Skin against skin. Lips against lips. Hands interlocked. Neither of you want to be anywhere else. 

After a while, you both are content with just relaxing in each other’s embrace, unwilling to move. You’re warm. Comfortable. Almost happy. Almost. 

It’s not enough to completely fix the horribleness of your days, but it’s damn near close. It’s enough to convince you both that the hard days are worth it. It’s enough to bring small, peaceful smiles on your faces, providing comfort for each other when it’s so desperately needed. 

“Darlin’?”

Your husband finally speaks, bringing you out of your thoughts. You turn your head to look up at him, your eyes locking in with his bright green ones. 

“Are you alright?” He asks, hesitantly, already knowing the answer. You understand what he’s really asking– he wants to know if you’re willing to talk about it, or if you just need time in silence. 

You sigh softly to yourself, contemplating your reply before you flash him a soft smile, gently rubbing your hand over his chest. 

“I’m okay, my love. It was just a rough day today.” 

Dice understands your reply and nods, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead as he shifts on his side, letting you shift with him so you both are in a spooning position, with your partner hugging you from behind. 

“Alright.”

Silence falls over the both of you, and you are left with your thoughts, occasionally shifting closer together for comfort when you remind yourselves of what you’ve gone through that day. If Dice’s leg finds its way over yours, you don’t mind at all. If you let out the occasional sniffle as your emotions threaten to take over, Dice pretends he doesn’t hear. 

If your shoulders begin to heave slightly as you silently cry to yourself, Dice’s soothing hand makes its way towards your back, rubbing reassuringly. If Dice squeezes you closer in an effort to quell his own shakiness, you rest your back against him, nestling your head under the bottom edge of his cubed head. 

After a while, you turn around to face him, wanting to bury yourself into his arms. The smile that had temporarily graced your lips is gone, replaced with a dispirited frown. 

Dice looks down at you in concern, gently caressing your cheek, his thumb wiping away the occasional tear that fell down your cheek. 

“You’re not alright, are you, sugar?”

A shaky sigh leaves your lips as you shut your eyes, a couple extra tears lining your eyes making their way down your cheeks. Dice takes care of those as well, his fingers gently massaging your face in comfort.

“No, I’m not.”

Not that you needed to tell him that. He knows. He always knows. And he understands, you know that. Because he’s not alright, either. Neither of you are. 

You’re both in pain. Exhausted. Frustrated. Angry. You aren’t even in the mood to be intimate tonight, neither of you have the energy. 

Even so, you find yourself pressing closer against him, relishing in the feeling of your skin contacting his. Falling intoxicated to the addicting scent of smoke and citrus that at this point may be Dice’s natural musk. 

Sometimes, just cuddling with each other without any clothes on is just what you need. It’s physical. Intimate enough. Comforting. Relaxing, even. It’s nice, when you want the blissful feeling that sex leaves you, but when neither of you have the strength to move. 

The slow, slightly shaky rise and fall of Dice’s chest keeps you grounded in reality, and simultaneously, your erratic heartbeat fluttering against his own keeps your lover’s own emotions in check. It’s a silent reminder that you’re okay. You’re safe. You’re not going anywhere. 

If there’s one thing that you both can count on, it’s that you’re secure. Dice would never let anything happen to you, and you would always be there to pick up the shards and piece his life back together. 

You both lock eyes with each other, silently proclaiming your love for one another, and kiss once more. Your breathing slows as you relax once more, just focusing on the comforting tastes, scents, and soft groans coming from the King. 

Dice pulls you closer to him, holding you tightly as he runs a gentle hand through your hair. The feeling is soothing to him; your hair is so soft. He doesn’t want to be anywhere else. Luckily for him, neither do you. 

Eventually, you both slip off to sleep, finding contentment from being wrapped in each other’s arms, exchanging gentle snores with one another as you finally get some rest. 

At 6:00 am sharp, Dice’s alarm goes off, the man groaning in irritation as his hand lazily swats at the damned thing before yanking out the plug. With a yawn, you sit up and stretch, sighing to yourself as you mentally prepare yourself for what you hope to be a better day at work. 

Before you can get far, however, Dice’s hand grabs your wrist, pulling you back into his warm, relaxing embrace. 

“Dice, we need to-”

“Five more minutes, doll. Please.” 

You sigh, shaking your head as you squirm slightly, not wanting to be late for your job.

“Dice, I can’t. We can’t. Your boss would use your head as game dice for the craps table if he knew you had–” 

“To hell with the boss.” Dice grumbles crankily, insistently pulling you closer. “My boss, and your own, can wait five minutes.” 

Well, you suppose he does have a point. Besides, he’s so comfortable, it’d be a waste to get up now, when you both still have a little time. So, you reluctantly give in, settling back down and shutting your eyes again. Surely, the day can wait a little longer. 

And when you both wake up a half hour later, scrambling to get up and make yourselves presentable, as much as you want to say otherwise you can’t help but think to yourself…

It’s worth it. 

King Dice x Reader “Bad Day” Headcanons (SHOW)

Many believe that becoming a beloved star in showbiz has to be a dream come true. 

Let’s face it, the showmen get everything they could ever ask for. Doting fans who would bend over backwards just for a damn signature, the ability to pick up anyone they want for a partner, all the money in the world, and an influencing presence on some of the highest officials in town. 

Being a star should be the best thing that could ever happen to a man. And if you were to ask King Dice how he views his job, he’d certainly tell you how splendid he has it. 

After all, running a game show where he can sing, dance, and talk all he wants, with an enormous crowd screaming his name before he even enters the stage? Why, it’s magical. 

The King loves his job, dearly. He doesn’t see himself doing anything else. He’s even found himself enjoying the thought of what happens to the foolish fellows who stumble upon his spotlight, happily playing his game, and falsely believing they’ve won. Sure, they may have won on paper, but here's the catch: King Dice never loses. 

There’s something so satisfying about the idea of those pests who are so desperate to touch him getting what’s coming to them. It’s a nice little bonus to the job, knowing that those he severely disliked would be taken care of. 

However… sometimes, King Dice gets the occasional contestant who isn’t so horrible. A contestant who’s surprisingly respectful of his boundaries, plays the game perfectly, and doesn’t give him any trouble whatsoever. 

Dice would be lying if he didn’t feel a little twinge of guilt as he watches the poor thing happily wave to the crowd before waltzing into the Mystery Prize Room, expecting a wonderful bout of riches and earthly pleasure. The showman closes the door quickly, signing off before leaving the stage in a slight rush, not wanting to think of it any longer. 

King Dice is selfish. Egotistical. Arrogant. Self-absorbed. The perfect fit for the Devil’s ‘Number One.’ He couldn’t care less about what happens to others; it’s none of his concern. 

But yet… that unfamiliar sting of regret still finds its way to Dice’s cold, dead heart. 

It’s uncomfortable. Awkward. Foreign. It shouldn’t be there. 

It sours his mood. He curses that contestant for being so unlucky. He curses his boss for putting him in this position, knowing fully well that for the sake of his job, he’s lost the trust of one of the good ones. But most of all, he curses himself, for not giving enough warning. 

Being a splendid actor, Dice is able to finish the rest of the night without a hitch, but there are other things on his mind. His head is no longer in the game. 

And the occasional guilty night is only one hardship Dice puts up with as a star working for the Devil. The list could go on for miles. 

Unpleasant conversations with his boss when one of his contestants came close to losing. The headaches from the constant flashing cameras fighting each other for a good angle of him. The carpal tunnel from signing every damn scrap of paper his fans shove in his face. The numbness in his cheeks from smiling all day long. 

That’s not even half of it. 

The truth is, being a star isn’t all it's cracked up to be. It’s hard work. Exhausting rehearsals. Pounds of makeup. Putting up a charismatic persona under layers of clothing, under hot lights. For hours. A lot of sacrifice is put into making sure everything is perfect, and some days, Dice wonders whether or not it’s worth it. 

You’ve spent many nights as Dice’s support system, guiding him out of his dressing room and into the waiting limo from the back way, to avoid the crowds. Letting him rest his legs in your lap as the limo takes you home, and massaging his aching feet as he sips tiredly at his champagne. Helping him up to your chambers, removing his jacket for him and hanging it up neatly by the door to be used for the next day. 

Unbuttoning his vest and undershirt, tossing the clothes into the hamper for his cards to wash, and gently massaging his bare chest. Allowing him to melt into your touch with a gentle moan as you slip his slacks off for him, setting them off to the side as you coax your lover to lay down. 

Wiping off his makeup for him as he complains to you about the exhaustion he feels, and the mess he had to deal with that day. Letting him rant out his frustrations at how disgusting his fans can be, and how he sometimes wishes he hired a few bodyguards to keep the pests away. Consoling him with a soft, soothing voice, validating his struggles and perhaps even appealing to his ego, letting him know just how patient and strong he is for dealing with such nastiness all day. 

Dice is grateful for your help, every time. And he’s sure to let you know that as you work your magic. 

“You’re the only one who could ever bring me true joy, doll. I adore you.” 

You smile and shake your head, kissing his cheek as you peel off your own clothes, tossing them off to the side and laying down with him, allowing him to rest his pounding head over your chest and relishing in the contact. 

“And I you, my King. Please, get some sleep. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.” 

He obeys, but only after you start humming to him. Your voice puts him right out, and he finally finds the relaxation he’s been looking for. 

Your job complete, you allow yourself to snuggle close with him, watching over him and making sure he’s safe and secure. Eventually, your eyes slip shut, and you both rest together, allowing the past to wither away in preparation for the next day. 

You understand where your husband is coming from, sometimes. Every job has its faults and struggles, including the job of singing and putting on a show for others’ enjoyment. Including your own job, which leaves you with many, many days where you wonder if it’s even worth the effort. 

After all, Dice makes more than enough money to keep you both well off for the rest of your lives. You don’t necessarily need to keep your job, but it’s something to do during the day while your lover is at the studio. Something to keep you busy. Something you’ve earned for yourself. An accomplishment. It’s hard to give up. 

Even though sometimes, you heavily consider quitting in favor of keeping your husband company. It’d be nice to let go of all the hardships of your job for good, and bask in Dice’s presence all day instead. 

The worst of it all is when you work overtime, and you miss Dice’s show entirely. You sometimes get so occupied you can’t even tune in on the radio. It makes you unbelievably aggravated. Not only that, but you can’t even make it to go home with him at times, having to catch a cab back to your quarters. 

Even so, Dice waits for you. Greets you as soon as you trudge through the door, taking care of your bags, your coat, and your shoes. Drawing a bath for you, and helping you undress. Undressing himself, and joining you in the tub. He washes the grime off of your body for you, singing a soft, comforting melody as you rest your head on his chest, your sore voice trying to match his rhythm. 

Soon enough, you both are softly singing together in harmony as Dice massages the tension out of your shoulders and back, effectively distracting you from your heavy responsibilities. 

Once you’re clean and Dice is satisfied with his work, he pulls up the plug and drains the tub, carrying you out and drying you off. He secures his fluffiest robe around you, tying the knot with a pretty little bow before drying himself, shucking on another robe for himself, and guiding you out into the bedroom. 

A slow jazzy song is chosen from his record books, and the gramophone plays the tune gently, prompting a slow dance between you and your husband. His hands guide you into the proper positions, and soon he’s swaying along to the song with you, singing to you and sneaking in a few kisses until a smile finally graces your lips. 

You admire his ability to bring you joy, even when you don’t feel like smiling at all. It’s so unbelievably sweet of him to treat you so kindly, especially when his job is just as difficult. 

Once you’re worn out and you’ve forgotten all about the struggles you faced in the day, Dice will remove your robe and his own, carrying you off to bed to turn in for the night. 

He holds you. Tightly. His lips grace your face and neck, planting several kisses over your skin along with the occasional love bite. He understands you may be too tired to be intimate, but he figures he can at least make a mark or two to let others know you’re taken. 

His teeth and mouth feel exquisite against you, and the gentle nipping and biting make you chuckle occasionally. He tickles, especially when his mustache grazes over your skin just slightly. 

Dice longs for your laughter. It’s all he ever wants to hear from you. He hates seeing you upset, and if he can help it, he’ll chase all of the horrible feelings away, leaving you a relaxed, giggling mess in his arms.  

“Dice…” You manage to mutter between your laughter. 

“What is it, angel-eyes?” 

“Thank you for this. I appreciate it. You never fail to take the pain away when I need you the most. I love you, so so much.” 

Dice simply smiles at your words, bringing the duvet over you and covering you up so only your head is sticking out. With a kiss to your lips and a caress of your cheek, he murmurs into your mouth some of the sweetest things you’ve ever heard him say. 

“Anything to see your smile again, my dear. It breaks my heart to see you so upset. Please, lean on me when you feel like you’ve lost your smile. I’ll always be willing to help you find it.” 

He seals the promise with another sensual kiss to your lips, bringing you into his chest as your tongues explore each other’s mouths. You’ll never understand how he sweeps you off your feet with something as simple as a kiss, but you won’t complain. You love it. 

He’s yours. And you’re his. No one else will ever have the privilege of his gentleness, or your loyalty. No one else deserves those privileges. They can rot in hell, for all you care. 

You eventually find yourself nodding off in his arms. With a fond chuckle, Dice pulls his mouth away from you and lets your head drop onto his shoulder. Your ear is filled with your husband’s sensual whispers of praise, successfully lulling you to sleep. 

Wanting to keep you relaxed even in the early morning hours, Dice wakes up before his alarm and shuts it off before it even has the chance to ring. Figuring he’s allowed to be a little late just this once, he decides to stay with you an extra hour, humming quietly in your ear and massaging your shoulders. 

When you finally wake to get ready for work, you find a small box of chocolates and a cup of your favorite morning drink along with a single purple rose resting on your nightstand. 

That cheesy bastard, you love him to pieces. 

Taking a sip of your drink and indulging yourself in a few of the chocolates, you decide that you can finally move forward, and strive to have a better day. With Dice’s sweet gesture, you’re already off to a pretty good start. 

Through your hard days and his own, you and Dice are always there to pick each other back up when you need it. You’re each other’s rocks. Best friends. Spouses. You wouldn’t want to share this type of bond with anyone else. When one of you is down and broken, the other will always be there to pick up the pieces.

However, there is the rare occasion when both of you are down. When both of you are tired, struggling, and ready to quit. Those days hit especially hard. 

You can already tell it’s one of those days when you trudge home late after work, and find that Dice isn’t even home. He must’ve gotten caught with the crowd, or was dragged off to some damn party that he really didn’t want to go to. Dice hated any parties that involved other celebrities. Hoity-toity bastards. They make him sick to his stomach. 

Even though a huge part of you wants nothing more than to curl up and sleep, you know that you won’t be successful until your husband comes home. You can’t sleep as well when you’re alone, especially when you’re emotionally struggling. You need him. 

And when Dice finally steps into your quarters, barely able to stand on his own as he lets his tailcoat fall to the ground, you can tell that he needs you just as much. 

Exhausted, you make your way over to him and just wrap your arms around him, burying your face into his chest. After a few moments of processing, you feel Dice’s arms tightly wrap around you as well, pulling you against him as his shoulders sag slightly. Jeez, he’s so weak and tired, it makes your heart break for him. 

“Shitty day?” You ask, your voice muffled from your face being snugly buried into his chest. 

You hear a dejected sigh from above you as Dice rests his head on top of yours, nodding slowly. 

“Shitty day. You?”

“Mhm.” You mutter back, hugging yourself closer to him for safety and relief. 

Dice coos sadly in response, kicking off his shoes and sliding them in a heap by the door. You yelp a little in surprise as he lifts you up, carrying you over to bed and sitting down on the edge with you. 

You watch as he runs a defeated hand over his face, shaking his head in resignation. He looks worn and ragged, like he had been run through a road roller. Dice certainly feels that way, at least. 

He looks down at you with an unreadable expression, cupping your face and examining your eyes. Your beautiful, glossy eyes that are incredibly easy to get lost in. They’re truly a wonder, in Dice’s head. You yourself, are a wonder. A joy. A prize. 

He wishes you didn’t feel so low today. 

“I’m so sorry, my sweet. But I don’t believe I have the energy to help you find your smile tonight.” 

That sentence is enough to shatter your heart, but not in the way you’d think. You’re not upset that he can’t provide the comfort he thinks you need. You’re not upset that he can’t make love to you, or run you a bath, or dance with you until your feet hurt. 

You’re upset that he’s been run down to his last thread tonight. You’re upset that he feels guilty for being unable to help you in the way he would like. You’re upset that he’s had such a horrible day, when he should’ve been enjoying himself. 

In response to his apology, you lean forward and press your lips to his, gently nipping at his bottom lip and coaxing a small groan from his throat. 

Helping him undress completely, you mumble in his mouth in a voice that’s barely audible:

“Dice, don’t think that you need to pamper me to help me relax. Don’t think that you need to sweep me off my feet and carry me everywhere to make you happy. Don’t think that you need to do all of these sweet little gestures to bring me comfort.” 

You run your hands up and down his sides, memorizing the way his smooth ivory skin feels against your fingers. 

“All I need tonight is you. And you’re here now. That’s all I could ever want. I just want you.” 

Dice is at a loss for words, opening his mouth to say something, but nothing coming out. After a minute, he sighs hopelessly, shaking his head and just holding you in his arms, searching for solace in your loving warmth. 

You both sit together, naked and weary, just embracing each other. Loving each other. Not daring to move, in fear of stumbling or breaking the quiet atmosphere. It’s… surprisingly wholesome. 

Who knew that all you both would ever need when you’re down is a hug? That was all it took to make you at least a little content with where your life is? You suppose you shouldn’t be surprised, after all any type of contact with Dice is enough to bring you peace. 

You contemplate in his arms for a moment, remembering that new blues song that was playing on the radio over your workplace a few days ago. How did it go again?

Oh, yes. You remember.

“I’ll never smile again…” you start, your voice hesitant, wondering if you had heard the lyrics right. “Until I…”

Recognizing what you were trying to sing, Dice finds the corners of his lips turning up in a soft smile. He kisses your forehead, hugging you close and slowly swaying back and forth with you from where you were both seated on the bed. 

“Until I smile at you…” he finishes your open sentence, gently rubbing your back as his mind recalls the melody himself. 

“I’ll never laugh again… what good would it do?” 

You close your eyes, peacefully swaying along with him as you both slowly make your way through the song, taking in the quiet, soothing notes of the melody. 

“I’ll never love again, I’m so in love with you…” 

As you harmonize with your husband, you eventually feel a small, blissful smile finally reach your face. You both gaze into each other’s eyes, smiling tiredly with one another as you finally conclude with the last line of that song you both had just gotten familiar with.

“Until I smile at you.”  

Silence greets your ears once again, but this time, there’s a feeling of satisfaction in the air, rather than misery. And what’s even better is, you both are smiling with one another. 

You chuckle quietly, your hand tracing up and down Dice’s bicep as you gently kiss and bite at his collar bone. 

“You know, you had apologized earlier for not having any energy to help me find my smile. But I don’t think you realize that all I need to smile again is you, Dice.” 

Dice stares down at you in slight awe, slowly processing your words and taking them to heart. You feel yourself get slightly squeezed against him as he lets out a quiet, teary chuckle that brings out a couple tears of your own that you didn’t realize you were holding back. 

“I… I guess I never thought of that, babydoll.” 

He wipes away your tears as he blinks back his own, lowering his head down and pressing tiny kisses to the top of your head, little bursts of love and warmth exploding from your chest. 

You ache for him. He puts so much unnecessary pressure on himself, sometimes it’s hard to watch. You wish he’d give himself a break. He deserves one more than ever. 

“Tomorrow’s your day off, right? It’s Saturday, so I have off as well. Maybe we could dedicate it as a recovery day.” You offer quietly, rubbing in between his shoulder blades to help him calm himself. 

With a gentle sniffle and a moment of thought, Dice smiles sadly once again, nodding thoughtfully and taking your hand. 

“I’d love that more than anything, sweet one. We’ll spend the whole day together, just the two of us.” 

Just the two of you. No one else. Not a single coworker to deal with, or a boss screaming in your ear. Not one nasty admirer clinging to Dice’s leg, begging for one picture. Just you, Dice, and the peaceful quiet that home brings the both of you. Yes… that does sound perfect. 

“It’s a date then.” 

Content with your plans of a better tomorrow, Dice crawls back into bed and lays down with you, curling up under the covers with you snuggled perfectly in his arms. Once you both settle down, you sigh quietly together, your heads slowly resting against each other. 

Your hands connect with each other, the soft metal of your wedding rings clinking together as your fingers interlock. The clear diamonds sparkle and glisten as the pale moonlight peaks in from the window, hitting the stones at just the right angle. 

Dice grins warmly in amusement, his thumb rubbing over the rings in curiosity before he squeezes your hand reassuringly, bringing you closer. 

“Now that I think about it… I wouldn’t have my life any other way. I think I’ve done well for myself.” 

You laugh softly, your nose gently brushing against the pip on his face as you nod in response, agreeing with his statement.

“I wouldn’t either, sweetheart. You’re worth all the bad days in the world.” 

You relax in each other’s arms, peacefully satisfied with where you both are at. As you start to nod off, you hear Dice begin to quietly hum the tune you were both singing together earlier in an attempt to lull you off to sleep. It works, rather quickly. You’re passed out by the time he reaches the fifth or sixth line. 

For a moment, Dice watches you resting against him, enjoying the feeling of your chest slowly rising and falling against his own, your heart beats slowly coming together and finding a steady rhythm. 

He’s right; he wouldn’t have it any other way. This is perfect. All he needs. 

You’re all I need, the showman thinks to himself as his heavy eyelids finally close, and within mere seconds, he’s fast asleep, holding you securely in his embrace. 

You both sleep well into the next day, taking the time to recuperate and take care of the exhaustion you were dealing with. By the time you finally rise, you keep the promise you had made to each other, spending the day making each other laugh, sing, and dance together. 

Your love for each other really is worth all the bad days in the world.

[kaldraws8280]

Once again I have done it! I’ve written myself into a corner. Any suggestions on how this next chapter for my KD fic should go?

[never-sated]

2021 In The Rear View

2021 sure was a year.

Personally, it was the year my wife and I finally bought a house.  August and September were largely overtaken by packing and moving.  A lot of October was unpacking and building furniture.

Reading was the only place I really set a goal for 2021 and I failed it pretty badly.  I’m just not the reader my wife is.  If something really grabs my interest, I’ll gobble it up in a few days.  I never count fanfic in the official tally, though I read a ton.  Comics, likewise.  There’s not a lot to pull from but there were a few really significant titles from the year for me.  Four Hundred Souls was a undertaking, but more than worth it.  Let Me Tell You What I Mean is the only Didion I read but it was excellent as she always is.  2022 will be my In Memoriam year for that legend.  The Chosen and the Beautiful was Nghi Vo at her finest.  Last Night at the Telegraph Club was, far and away, the biggest surprise.  I also reread all-time favorites in Too Like the Lightning, Seven Surrenders, and The Will to Battle in preparation for Perhaps the Stars which I started but will be finishing in 2022.

2021 was finally the year I really cut back my comic pull list.  It had been shrinking but it’s the smallest it’s been since I started way back in the mid-2000s.  2021 was largely about limited runs for me: Abbott 1973, Far Sector, Mamo, The Many Deaths of Laila Starr, The Old Guard: Tales Through Time, Proctor Valley Road, Sandman Universe: The Dreaming - Waking Hours, Silke, Specter Inspectors, and Tales from Harrow County: Fair Folk.  There were a few continuing series like Ascender, The Department of Truth, Once and Future, and Something is Killing the Children that I really enjoyed as well.  The end of the year also brought a few gems in House of Slaughter, Mazebook, and the return of Kate Bishop in Hawkeye: Kate Bishop.

I watched very little in the way of film or TV in 2021 (sports are always excluded because I watch a ton).  It just wasn’t the year for it I suppose.  It would’ve been hard to beat Arcane regardless so it’s probably for the best that I watched little else.

I played very very few video games to completion.  There are games that are always in rotation like Football Manager, Darkest Dungeon (II), The Long Dark, Slay the Spire, Loop Hero, and, recently, Unpacking.  Those are all evergreen games for me though so they don’t count.  I replayed Dishonored and Dishonored II and did not regret a second.  I replayed Dragon Age II and fell in love all over again.  I all but finished Dragon Age: Inquisition (and have since completed the main game, excluding Trespasser).  My experience with DAI was vastly better this time around, though it’s still behind DA2 for me in terms of favorite characters.  Right at the end of 2021, the wife and I also restarted FFXIV and have been having a fantastic time.

I suppose I could say that I didn’t have the 2021 in board gaming that I hoped for, but I feel like I played when I wanted to, so there’s that.  Our play totals were down from 2020 and I would like to get back to a more regular schedule of playing but, looking back, I don’t feel bad about the year.  I grew a lot as a gamer, letting go of a lot of games and not backing or buying nearly so many.  We embraced lighter games and explored the world of print-and-play.  We did make some decent headway back into our Arkham Horror: The Card Game campaign.  Some highlights from the year include: A Gentle Rain, Abandon All Artichokes, Bloodborne: The Board Game, Cascadia, Castle Party, Curious Cargo, Deep Space D6: The Long Way Home, Elemintary, Flourish, Hall of the Dwarven King, Juicy Fruits, Lantern, Orchard,  The Quacks of Quedlinburg, Santa Monica, Spire’s End, Super Dice Heroes, Super-Skill Pinball: 4-cade, Tetroll, Warp’s Edge, Whirling Witchcraft, and X-Men: Mutant Insurrection.

Besides buying a house, the major highlight for me was getting back to writing regularly.  I don’t write every day but I also don’t feel like I have to.  I write when I have something to write which is usually four to five days a week.  Getting back to writing regularly has made a massive difference in how I feel from day to day and has been, aside from the house, the biggest positive from 2021.

[thegmdfangirl14]

(Ooof....I haven’t done this in a WHILE, but here goes nothing I guess.)

So, as some of you probably know, I’ve got a birthday coming up in almost a week, and I’m going to be...21. Yeah.... It’s a little hard to believe, right? I’m officially going to be in my 20′s....holy crap. And while most of us are probably wrapping their heads around that, you’re probably wondering where I’ve been for the past little while. As life is known to do, it’s kind of been keeping me busy, and I’m still working on getting back out of my own head after things kind of not going so great for me on my own end (anxieties about aging and some other stuff...which definitely wasn’t fun at all) ....so yeah, things have been kind of crazy on my end. (But don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about my fic either, I’ll be coming back to it soon enough)

And in-between college stuff  and actually starting to feel  more excited about the big day, so I was thinking....Why not celebrate this occasion with a little something special?

It isn’t another contest in case you’re wondering, because I don’t think I’m doing a contest right now (due to recent world events and the pandemic that we’re still in, I’m not too sure if I want to save a potential fanart contest for a later date, or just somewhere in the year), but I still want to do something creative.... and what better way to do that than with doing a little fanfic/original work poll type thing     for the week before my birthday!

It works like this:  You guys can vote on what you’d most like to see from me, and whatever gets the most votes will be the thing that I next post here for you guys to read! Unlike a regular contest, there’s no real end date, unlike a contest, so I’ll play it a little loose with the time. So either I’ll close the voting the day after my birthday, or whenever you guys stop voting I’ll give the results!!

But what, you guys may be wondering, what’s the writing options here?  I mean, I have a few ideas.....here they are!

The categories are as follows:

1. A Betrayus x Valerie fic drabble! Because dang, I’ve been craving to do something with those two other than slow burn or having them at each other's throats. Gotta practice for the good stuff eventually you know? Anyway, here’s the proposed title for the fic.... Bitter and Sweet! It’s kind of a late Valentines day fic, focusing on some cute stuff! It’s no surprise to anyone in the Netherworld that Betrayus can get a touch....moody around a certain holiday (not such a big surprise here, but he hasn’t exactly had a ....great time around the holiday in the past), but maybe a certain horned girl can help.... that is, if she can actually remember how to work the stove.     

2. Character explorations! More specifically, pmatga characters! (Big surprise, am I right?) I’ve been itching to explore more of the world, whether it’s through some of my ocs (Valerie or Delphine) or characters we’ve already been introduced to (or in the case of a certain sister that was only mentioned in the last episode, yet to meet), so suggest away and I’ll do my best!            

3. Cuphead content! More specifically the reader insert type of content! I’ve got two different ideas, which both correspond to two different characters I’ve recently become fascinated by.... Backstage romance (A King Dice x reader drabble) and Something only we share (cuphead devil x reader). For this one I’ll just see which one you guys are more curious about, and then I’ll do my best to write from there! (And yes, it’s ironic I know, the Christian girl getting heart eyes over an animated devil character....)

4. Book related stuff! I’m planning on becoming a fully fledged writer with her own works (eventually), either mainstream-wise or self-published, and I’ve got two different ideas: Bleeding hearts (the name’s still in working), or Sweetness and Nightmares. One’s kind of a originalish work I’ve been sitting on for a little while (*Principal Skinner voice* What if I were to take the characters for my fanfic and just give them different names? Devilishly delightful..) and one’s sort of a middle-grade story featuring a girl raised by the Boogeyman, so chose which you’d like to see (or I could do both if you want), and I’ll put up the prologue for either one of the ideas, so you guys can see what you think of it!

5. Okay, I’ve got no real ideas for this one, but if you guys want I’ll start working on the next chapter for The Tale of the Horned Girl and The Ghost lord, so you guys don’t have to wait so long for it!

Anyway, vote on which category you guys most want to see, and I’ll do whatever category gets the most votes (although I’ll be eventually be doing all of this stuff anyways, sooner or later)!

Happy voting beasties, and I’ll see you soon.... ;)