talk about your oc's...pwease
Oh how dare you
Okay ummmm ummmmmm ummm.
There’s PAL. She’s a pretty pink alien robot with goo for arms. Her casing is a squishy silicone and cool, but not cold. She has three eyes but only needs to use one, and she has a halo that’s basically her satellite dish (but also a badass weapon if needed). Her base programming is to be a tutor and nanny, but adaptive ai and capability for emotion has made her kind and empathetic, yet witty. Like if Mary poppins was a 8 foot tall pink blob girl. Almost.
Kalidrid, or kel, formerly kale, is a Perfectly Normal Ordinary Person. No, really. Weird shit just happens around and to them. She was originally a self insert oc, but they’ve turned into their own thing. Kel likes my little pony, video games, and has a pet axolotl named Trunk. Every universe I put her in, her mom has gone missing under mysterious and traumatic circumstances. They literally just wanna go to collage but god fucking dammit.
Sean is a kinda weird guy! Super kind though. Gentle, a bit nerdy, loyal, and a bit of a himbo. He has a hypermoblity disorder and SHOULD be wearing his leg braces all the time but will only wear them at home. He has a service dog named Dune. His weird thing is that he thinks he’s a spirit medium, on his mother’s side. What’s really happening is he can see the “memories” of a location. Something about energy imprints and all that.
I have a lot more but these are my main sillies rn. If you want, I can go into more detail about any of them. You just need to ask because uhhhhh hmmmmmm ummmm :3
Also! I am modding in a horror roleplay server! Both Kel and Sean will be there. It’s semi to full lit, and is themed around a haunted lake based off of the “you do not recognize the bodies in the water” scp and the song “lake pontchartrain,” which it’s also named after. Anyone can hmu for an invite to it.
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Hi, i have a proposition for you...
Alastor catching himself bleating whenever reader touches him 👀
(i just find it so adorable when he squeaks like a little fawn when Rosie pulls him in that one scene and the theory that he does that only when he's happy and with a person he feels comfortable with)
Gdhdhd I had discovered this a while back, and the idea THRILLS me. To no fucking end! I hope this is okay and worth the wait! (Two Fics in one week? HUH?)
No warnings for this one! Just cute cute fluff (I'm doing my best! ;w; gdhdhdhd)
A Bleating Heart - Alastor x GN! Reader
You were reading your book in Alastor's armchair, taking in the heat that radiated from the mint green flames of the fireplace. When you heard a groan to your rear, you paused. You looked behind you, only to see Alastor tossing and turning onto his side. You couldn't help your frown, watching as Alastor's brows furrowed. The Radio Demon was frustrated, his cheek smashed into his pillow aggressively.
"...everything alright, dear?" You ask softly, recalling that he was 'laying down' to get rid of his headache. Though you knew that Alastor wasn't one for sleep, you kept quiet and content all the same. But when he shook his head, pointing directly to it, you understood perfectly.
" 'Antlers still bothering you, huh...? Headache?"
Alastor hummed lowly, turning over and laying face down into his bed. While he was muffled by a pillow, you could barely make out what he said:
" I loathe shedding... It hasn't even begun, and-- oh, they itch-- to no end..."
"And I assume that doesn't help your headache either?"
Alastor grumbled, unable to be upset at your gentle pestering. You doted on him like his mother, a quality he would never admit to loving about you," ...Not a lick, dear..."
You innocently stand from the armchair, walking over to Alastor's bedside," Would... Would it helped if you laid your head in my lap?"
Alastor raises his head up slightly, eyes narrowed," I hardly see how that could help in this predicament..." You sigh, gently rolling Alastor over onto his back before sitting in the space he used to occupy. Begrudgingly, he did not stop you, but his eyes followed you cautiously.
"Just trust me... Okay?"
Alastor's expression soured. Trust is a hard-earned thing to receive from him. The Radio Demon, in all his glory, was slow to make acquaintances, and slower to give out trust. But, he relented, allowing you to sit beside him comfortably. When you patted your lap expectantly, Alastor complied. Due to his antlers, he awkwardly laid sideways on his bed, knees rising and coming together as his head finally met your lap. Thankfully, you would not be disemboweled by his accursed antlers tonight.
When you smiled down to him, Alastor simply closed his eyes, unable to look your way without feeling embarrassed. This was well outside of his comfort zone. He was feeling incredibly vulnerable while his body did everything to antagonize him. He felt like he was between a rock and a hard place, despite your plush thighs cradling his head.
However, when he felt your hand brush against his hair, scratching gently, his throat ran dry. All nerves and stiffeness became lesser; like the rest of his senses, they became dulled.
The touch was... Foreign, soft... But not unwelcome. It was soothing, even. When you continued to touch, your hands working in subtle circles against his scalp, he couldn't help the quiet, pleased hum that left him.
" 'Feels good, my buck?"
Alastor cracked one eye open, his smile wavering,"...please don't make me say it out loud," Alastor said quietly, a chuckle rising in his throat. You shrugged, not minding his shyness.
"Hmm, it would be so much cuter if you did, though~"
When your hand moved to an antler, scratching gently at the base, a full-body tremor ran through his neck down to his hooves. His knees knocked together, a quiet, animalistic noise tumbling out of him. You blink a few times, surprised by the noise, and decided to repeat the action. When a meek, content bleat hit your ears, your eyes nearly doubled in size. You were beaming down at Alastor, a large, giddy inhale expanding your chest. Your heart throbbed at the subconscious gesture.
Meanwhile, Alastor's eyes were slammed shut, much tighter than before. His heart was racing with anxiety, his palms suddenly feeling clammy.
Why. Why now, of all times, could he not keep his pathetic little ticks at bay? Of course he found comfort in your company, but--
...Maybe he should have used his words, after all.
"Alastor, was that...?"
"If you value your life, you will never speak of this again."
You throw your free hand up defensively, a coy smile on your face," Oh sure, sure... Of course. Whatever you say, Alastor." When a second hand joined the other, lightly scratching at the base of his other antler, that small, high pitched bleat bounced right out of him.
"Mmm... Yes... Yes, not a word, mon ange... Not a single word... but this-- this is fine for now..."
You chuckle, increasing the pressure you applied as Alastor melted into your touch.
"If you continue to be this adorable, I would never speak again, if it meant you stayed like this forever~" Alastor's hands folded together, laying on his chest. Soon enough his knees fell apart, creating a wide 'v'. He looks to you with both eyes as his brow twitches.
"And what fun would that be? I rather enjoy our conversations, cher." You nearly snorted, surprised that Alastor didn't realize you were joking.
You laugh, your shoulders shaking with an effort to be quiet as Alastor's legs finally gave out, hanging lazily off of the bed. When your hands moved higher up his antlers, you noticed his legs swinging back and forth idly. You wondered if he noticed, or if this was yet another subconscious action.
" Fine, fine... I promise to keep talking~ but only if I get to keep spoiling you like this."
Alastor feels his heart squeeze at the notion, a warmth spreading across his cheeks and ears. He refused to confirm or deny your request with words, instead shimmying his shoulders to sink further into your lap. An open-mouthed sigh was your only response as you lightly dragged your nails across one of his points, his hands untangling from one another. His body almost felt like liquefied, completely and utterly relaxed, taking up an obnoxious amount of space on his bed. And for once, he allowed himself a moment to enjoy it while in someone else's presence.
He felt safe... Immensely so. But he would never profess to that to you so soon.
For now, he was content with you playing with his hair, scratching his irritable antlers while he listened to you speak. Quite frankly, it wouldn't take long for Alastor's mind to shut down, his body losing the fight to slumber. When you noticed his breathing toggle to a steady, silent repetition, you resigned yourself to being a pillow. If you were honest, you would sooner die again than move from that spot. You would only permit that once Alastor woke up again, head clear and eyes soft... You wondered how he would look waking up, the adorable thought alone making you feel a surge of glee.
You didn't mind the sensation of pins and needles settling in your legs, knowing that this was a rare moment. Why interrupt something so fleeting? So precious?
You couldn't help but watch as Alastor laid in your lap, unmoving and completely slack. You decided you wouldn't tell him about how he lost his smile while he slept. In the rarest of moments, his lips were agape, formed into a flat, horizontal line. You'd tuck that secret into the back of your mind for safe keeping... A fond memory you'd hang on to for the rest of your afterlife. (A secret almost as precious as his quiet snores, which started when you played with his hair again.) You almost squeaked when Alastor bleated again, much softer than when he was awake. Yes, it would be best if you never mentioned it... Alastor would die from sheer embarrassment alone, you think.
You let out a tired yawn, your mind wandering. Honestly? If you were really, truly in Hell... Well, this was a pretty splendid way to spend it, wasn't it? Why seek forgiveness and redemption, when your entire world was in your lap? And with that thought in mind, you decided to get some sleep, your head resting against the cool wood of Alastor's headboard.
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