#phighting katana x reader

[phighter-kisser]

i love ur blog i love your stuff i love this . can i requedhft katana . katana x reader hcs . pls ANYTHING KATANA X READER I LVOE KATNDNDNEKKED

Now, I don't write for Katana. BUT- I haven't seen much content on him, so this one is for you anon!! I assumed you wanted Romantic. hope that's fine!

How you ended up with Katana? you have no clue. Absolutely none.

He's a troubled man, to say the least. He was once involved with a cult and vows to slay 'the corruption'. You still have no clue what he means by this.

He's very.. secretive? Not with his feelings, no, but more so with what he does and where he goes, if that makes sense.

If he's upset with something he'll tell you. He values communication a lot. Yet that makes him somewhat of a hypocrite.

He loves you, yes, but he isn't fully ready to tell you everything that has happened to him.

He isn't that big on psychical affection, preferring to keep it small - he prefers using words of affirmation or quality time. But he won't turn down cuddling if you ask.

He's very warm btw.

Dates are infrequent but he does try to make it up to you when you do go out on a date.

Personal Headcanon but he's very fluffy, he often lets you braid or toy with his fluff. He trusts you.

He's also very clean and neat and is not too fond of messes. Big man needs things organized

uhhhghhh,, IM SO SORRY IF THIS ISN'T GOOD I HAVE NO CLUE ON HOW TO WRITE KATANA <- adding katana to my list as I post

[howlingmod]

Warm

summary - katana x reader. reader is described to have a broken horn and it's implied to have been some sort of big deal but it's not super detailed

wc - i dunno again. woops

misc - heretic katana ily ... also sorry for any mistakes i love writing tired on a whim. smiles

It was late. The sky had long since turned pitch as the rain continued to pour on and on. Crossroads had fallen quiet for the night, rain driving passerby indoors and locking them inside for the evening. The silence was broken only by the constant pittering of the rain, tapping on the window sill and running down the sides of your apartment building.

Katana couldn't complain. While he stayed at your place rather frequently, he had yet to adjust to the louder bands of night owls that often roamed at this time. It'd keep him up, picking up the faint noise of conversation and movement. It'd keep you up, if only because of his stiffness. The hustle and bustle of the city had long become white noise to you, leaving tonight with a strange absence the rain couldn't fill.

That was probably why the both of you were still awake at this point, even if only partially so. Your body felt heavy, lead weights accumulating in your limbs to keep you firmly planted as you were. You didn't have a huge bed, but you two were still far closer than you needed to be, tangled together and facing one another.

A hand trailed from your arm up to your face, warmth bleeding into your skin before slowly ebbing back out. From there, it travelled further upwards to the base of a horn, left fractured and badly cauterized.

After an injury, horns can eventually grow back, so long as the trauma hasn't completely destroyed the tissue. By all means, you should've been able to grow yours back, but not everything turns out as it should. There had been too much blood loss, too much sensitive tissue and nerve endings left exposed that was sure to get infected in the mess. If your horn was to get infected in such a vulnerable state, you likely wouldn't be here. And so, as opposed to the fine, smooth edges you once had, there was now a mess of shards and sinew firmly covered by synthetic material affixed to the remaining pieces.

Nerve endings had been burned off, but even the faintest touch still resonated deep in the hollows and grooves of your horn. Ordinarily, you would flinch back, grab at your horn until you could numb it again with enough stimulation, but instead you laid still. You couldn't see his and moving, but you could feel him exploring the cracks left over.

You could feel the featherlight touch of a fingertip tracing the spidery splinters in the surface till they faded back into the thick of the material. You could feel it roll back up to the division of synthetic material and your own- if his touch hadn't been careful before, it was near paranoid now, just barely grazing the surface for fear of hurting you. After following the groove all around the reachable exterior, it fell back down to tracing along the length of it, long cracks and imaginary shapes alike.

You could barely make out the glint of light on his eyes and exposed teeth. You could just barely find the roughened skin and dense gums, could just see the edges of where once smooth skin had been ripped open to leave his insides bare. Your hand was too heavy to move, too heavy to even think about moving it, so you settled for tracing along the edges with your eyes.

He didn't like his face, that much had been made clear to you. To him, it was a reminder of awful times, of pain and torture he would never forget, mentally or physically. To you, it was his face. It was all you had ever known him to look like. The only Katana you knew was the scarred one, the one with leathery skin and bad memories. Likewise, he had never seen your original set of horns, perched proudly on the top of your head like a crown, he only knew the asymmetrical ones, one ripped apart while the other stayed as a reminder of what they were supposed to be.

You had been hesitant to ever let him get close to it, turning your head away to hide it whenever he even so much as glanced at it. With time, with bearing his own scars to you, you'd grown more comfortable with it. He still remembers the day you first touched the lip of your shorter horn to one of his, how neither of you had said anything. Neither of you felt the need to, the message had already been given.

"I love you."

Your throat felt dry, had you really said that? You figured you must have, if only beause he had smiled, skin pulling alongside his lips at your words.

"I love you too."

[bloodyinkandquill]

Katana x audhd reader!

(audhd is autism and adhd)

did my best to be accurate to katana’s character while including many common autistic and adhd traits/problems for reader!

- Katana absolutely does not treat you any different due to your neurodivergence, and does his best to be accommodating and not to baby you for them either

- He’s very blunt and direct with his way of speaking which is a relief for you as most people aren’t as direct and it’s so confusing, however he gives double meanings to words like corruption and evil but he’s completely understanding if he needs to explain what they mean to you multiple times because you don’t understand (honestly i can’t fully tell what half of the symbolic shit he says means)

- Thanks to his mask you don’t need to make eye contact, it’s great, he prefers to wear it wherever he is, he doesn’t enjoy seeing his face as it gives him too many bad memories, but you try and be there and understand it, even if he doesn’t wanna burden you with all he’s gone through

- Since cafe trio (what i call shuriken, vine staff, and slingshot) are close to Katana you become close with them too, however they can be kind of loud and overwhelming so he understands if you get overstimulated and need to take a break form them, he does sometimes too, they apologize afterwards for it and even if they struggle if they’re too overwhelming for you they try and be more calm around you since you’re Katana’s partner and they like him and by extension like you

- He loves listening to you info dump, he’s more quiet but hearing others talk about what they’re passionate about makes him happy, so rant to him all you want, he’ll listen attentively and ask questions

- Likely being taller than you as he’s 6’8 he enjoys holding you, that is if you enjoy physical touch, if not he respects that and doesn’t touch you unless he asks and gets permission, he understands as he also is more reserved about being touched by others

- Katana would probably take you drinking with him and Hyperlaser if you asked, neither would mind if you drank alcohol or not, but depending on where they drank sometimes it’s a lot more stimulating, they’re more calm and quiet opposed to if they go to a proper bar where people are chatting loudly and tv’s are all around, if you do join him and get too socially exhausted and need to leave early he and Hyperlaser understand even if they are a little bummed to have their time cut short

- If someone’s ableist towards you and you can’t/don’t want to handle it he will gladly take over and put that person in their place, he cares about you so much and hates seeing people treating you differently just because of your neurodivergencies

- Plans dates for you two if you hate making choices, just verifies it’s alright with you first, and makes sure your not masking when you say sure to his ideas, if you do enjoy planning stuff he lets you do it as it brings you joy and he just wants you to be happy

- If you sometimes go non-verbal Katana can accommodate you very well, I like to imagine he knows sign language so if you know it you can use that to communicate with him, if not he teaches you enough words to communicate with him effectively while you can’t speak

these are centered around reader being audhd so if someone wants general katana x reader hcs please let me know! (when trying to type the exclamation mark i somehow opened my emojis and put the fucking ape emoji (🦧) and lost my shit) i also did my best to be inclusive to the different kinds of ways that both adhd and autism present and not just the way they present in me (idk if i’m audhd or just autistic) and to not be stereotypically since it’s so ingrained in our society unfortunately, just like the ghostwalker one if i have any other thoughts in the next day ill add them!

[milkcookiekin]

if project 2025 goes through if a republican is elected as president, everyone is fucked because the president will essentially become a dictator. (when he says he won’t become a dictator aside from day one, he’s fucking lying, he’s taking away the rights of millions just by implementing this project alone) everybody is fucked.

if a woman has some sort of medical issue, or is raped and gets pregnant, no matter their age, they’re basically being forced to keep the baby because project 2025 will get rid of abortions, and they will no longer be able to prevent pregnancy. if you are a single mother, you are both demonized and at risk of having your child taken away. abortion isn’t murder if the baby isn’t born yet!! it’s not infanticide if the baby isn’t born yet!! some people can’t afford or provide for a baby!!

if you have any sort of mental health problems or physical disabilities, you will be demonized for that, and you most likely won’t get the help you need because they will treat you as if you aren’t human.

for lgbtq+ people, they could be discriminated anywhere and not face any consequences. openly coming out as an lgbtq+ person means your entire existence is fucked because you could get fired from your job at any point if your boss feels the need to fire you and you are most definitely at risk of facing retaliation and harassment as a result. for those in same-sex relationship or are only attracted to people of the same sex, you will no longer be able to adopt your own child if you want one. they will stop any and all acknowledgment of LGBTQ+ people and will see them as nothing more than lesser beings. you can be harassed anywhere and they won’t do anything about it.

this isn’t even the half of it, and if you say you agree with project 2025 and want it to happen, you are either a rich, christian white person or some edgy teen in their sweaty clothes who hasn’t washed their ass in a week. go take a shower, you nasty little shit.

i’m honestly tired because both options for presidents are awful, one supports genocide and is on the verge of death (Joe Biden) and the other plans to become a dictator (Donald Trump), and he could easily swoop in if the first guy dies during his presidency and implement those laws.

this has nothing to do with phighting and i’m so sorry for the lack of content, i’ve just been wanting to bring awareness to the danger many people are in right now, i will get back to my writing soon, but if i have a platform that i can use to voice my and many others thoughts and my concerns, i will do as such. these are only a few of the problems project 2025 comes along with. if you are not in any of these minorities, at least try to help them out because we are at risk of becoming another North Korea. what happened to the land of the free?

[acupofinkedblood]

Katana x reader

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

• Oh the grace of catching this gentle giant’s attention in a positive way, aren’t you just the lucky one?

• Not only did you manage to win his heart fair and square, you have assigned yourself as the companion whose he can return to after moving around on his self-proclaimed journey of cleansing the ‘corruption’. You have became his home, the place where he stores his heart with peace

• Despite his intimidating appearance, he is surprisingly gentle when one gets to know him well. Each touch of his against your skin never feels overwhelming. When you hold his hand for the first time, it’s obvious that he is nervous. He’s afraid of hurting you, even when it’s just something as simple as this. Even know, when he squeezes your hand, he makes sure to never make you uncomfortable with it

• Katana is a man of few words. He rely more on actions to declare his love for you. Simple acts of service on the daily basis, mostly like looking out for your physical health and needs in general, though it might be hard to notice at first. Just pay attention to his actions, he really tries for you without making it too obvious unconsciously

• Yet when he speaks up, you’re drawn to the deep yet soft voice of his. It might be a bit hard to catch on the words of wisdom he use sometimes, but other than that, he makes his speech clear without any subtle meaning. Completely straightforward, though thanks to his word’s choices, it sounds like music to your ears

• He will change some of his routine to have some times more beside you, though of course he will still have to leave for his duty. But he will come back to you eventually. After all, you are his home. Perhaps he might bring you some of the intriguing stuff back while he is on his way as well. Katana has already reminded you of an owl, and to your surprise, owls still collect stuff!

• The shared home of you two have this modest space for a backyard. But it’s enough for him to practice his skills. If you’re interested, feel free to join him. If not, then you can watch him. You already know this man is rugged, he usually kept the haori part of his chest opened. But when he engages himself to said training, he will get rid of it temporarily, so enjoy the view

• Speaking of that, his body is covered in various scars. When your finger traces on every single one of it, it sends a shiver down his spine. To be vulnerable is to have weakness, and you are his Achilles heel. He is reluctant to tell you the story of certain scars, especially if the cult is involved, but for he will tell you one of another

• And his mask, that’s quite the serious topic for him. At first, he was afraid whether his face would scare you or not. He insisted on keeping it on, and you didn’t urge him. You give him time to understand that you love him, no matter how many scars he bares with him

• When he finally works up the courage to take it off, he has mentally prepared himself for your disapproving attitude

• But to his surprise, you didn’t look at him with disgust — no no — your eyes are still as loving as before. Why would you be scared when in front of you is the man you love? Even when he calls himself a disfigured beast, you reassure him, cup his face in your hands gently and tell him that you only see the love of your life when he removes his mask

• Ever since that, Katana just finds himself falling deeper for you

• Remember Slingshot, Vinestaff and Shuriken? They are the children that the two of you never expect to have, yet you still tolerate them. Katana might be reserved of them, but to him, they are still good children with a dash of chaos here and there. But oh boy you still have to tell them to not break inside and just knock instead. Slingshot is definitely the favorite child because of his mature behaviors, but you two will never say that aloud

• Keep him company while he is drinking. Although it’s hard for him to get drunk, the possibility is still there. He can be quiet sentimental when he’s drunk

• If you also want to drink with him, he might prepare something lighter for you instead of his usual stuff. For your own good, mind you. Last time you tried his sake, you ended up dancing out of nowhere before tripped right on your face before he could even catch you. He just worries about you, don’t get him wrong. Drinking while looking up at the moon with Katana is an oddly comforting experience, the atmosphere is just right. This feels right

• Hyperlaser has definitely heard of you before. From what Katana told him, he can be sure that you are a good person. Who knows? You might get a chance to meet him soon

• Katana doesn’t really ask you for anything. You already give him the peace his heart yearn to have, already make him feel loved even when he thought his heart will never beat the same anymore, what more can he possibly ask from you? Your presence is everything to him. To be with you, that’s enough for him. His definition of eternity lies with you

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

Note: Old man

[miko0528]

might as well make this katana x y/n

[sojuzz]

don't know if you're taking reqs but if you r, can you write some katana x reader headcannons?? Something really fluffy would cheer me up right now! :]

⟡Katana x Reader headcanons

credits to fishybox_ for this wonderful art!!^^

-im just gonna assume your engaged, the ring would be a really pretty ruby with gold accents.

-he would make you green tea before you sleep and rest assured he whispers anything sweet until you fall sleep

-goes on walks with you

-he is definitely insecure about his face so it would take a really long time in your relationship and comfort to show you his own face.

-petnames go with: my love,sweetheart, songbird, my dear, 恋人 (koibito/my lover), honey.. Etc

-this man is just so calm

-katana let's you lay down, head on his lap as he combs his fingers in your hair

-sometimes let's you join him with hyperlazer

-if your the energetic type he doesn't mind, it matters to him that you are who you are

-poetic man, bros the type of guy to write a love letter like a victorian writer

-"my love go rest,ill deal with this."

-smells like fresh cherry blossoms,tea leaves,incense

-shrieks whenever he wakes up without you,genuinely gets scared that someone took you away from him

-adores classical music but doesn't mind if you play any genre

-blud cannot live without you!!

-gifts you red roses every Sunday or every 2 weeks,safe to say you have many

-such a green flag!!! (traumatized too) i rank him at no.3 for top greenest flags for phighting characters

-"You are the brightest of the stars,the most beautiful person in the world,the light to my darkness and the key to my heart, don't you see it my dear? My heart aches for you and your wonderful presence to greet me everyday with your warm embrace, you are what i most value in this cruel world, i do not know how someone like me ended up with such wonderful person,i cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you here and in other universes..to put it simply, i love you.

A/N: i enjoyed writing this!!! Hes such a sweetheart omfg^_^

[phighterss]

NEW FIC OUT !!

CALAMITY:

You, an exiled Blackrocker, work as a hire-to-kill mercenary in hopes to make enough money to survive. One day, an unknown sender commissions you to capture a certain demon. It’s a simple commission, really— kidnap the demon and bring them to your clients. Unfortunately, fate has other plans for you and after so long avoiding your past, problems, and past-associates — you’re thrown right back into the boiling pot.

CHAPTER ONE OUT NOW!!

[iitsarss]

might write smth abt katana cause i just love katana a LOTTTTTTT now!!! maybe smth abt his spawn day ^_^ ,, sorry for not posting btw im just tired and out of ideas grr

i’ll try to write smth today（ーー；）

me an vro if u even care!! (proud katana main here..)

[interastical]

Another Phighting writing account??YAYYAYYAYAYAY

can you do yan!Subspace x former assassin!reader (reader is gender neutral!). The reader was from Blackrock but ran away and uhh Subspace kinda found them again.. oneshot please!

(I stole this request from someone because the other writer hasnt update for a while and I am in desperate need of fanfics.. thank youu!)

sorry for taking so long on requests! i've got a good handful in my inbox now and since i got a lot of my assignments out of the way, i can start working on these ahaha

requests are also still open! please feel free to send some my way in my inbox :)

aanyways, thank u for being so patient!!! here we go

tw - yandere themes, kidnapping, drugging, semi-realistic violence

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�� YAN ! SUBSPACE X READER ♡

˖°.𓆩♡𓆪 .°˖

Your life at BLACKROCK was -- to put it bluntly, a living hell.

Your entire life, all you ever knew from the moment you entered this world and were shipped off to that horrid faction, was violence, war, weaponry, and murder.

You were trained to hurt people. Hurt demons who dared try to question Blackrock. Those who tried to flee, to escape the freezing confines of the place.

Rules were strictly abided to at Blackrock. Make one mistake -- consider yourself a goner. The best outcome was you being thrown in prison, the worst outcome was being slaughtered publicly.

You were made to abide by the rules and silence those who made the smallest of mistakes.

Nobody ever thought you'd break the rules one day yourself.

So when you one day disappeared, having vanished off the face of the Inpherno, Blackrock believed you were a goner.

That was far from the truth.

You knew the ins and outs of the faction, making your escape was relatively easy -- a cakewalk.

As an assassin, you specialized in stealth, speed, and agility. Maneuvering past guards and treading through freezing cold blizzards did not falter your escape in the slightest.

And when you were finally out, taking a deep breath of the fresher, evenly temperature air, you believed to be in the clear, as long as you managed to keep a life of anonymity, what could go wrong?

And you were right -- everything was fine.

Until one day, when mindlessly watching a PHIGHT, you noticed a familiar face participating in the round.

Subspace T. Mine.

You felt your heart stop in the moment.

Back in Blackrock, the two of you hardly had any form of connection. Rarely spoke to one another, as the two of you were on completely different fields of work.

His rambles about discovery and science nonsense made no sense to you. His work partner - Medkit, seemed constantly annoyed by the guy's presence as well.

You always talked to Hyperlaser more often. You still occasionally met up with him and Katana to go out for drinks in Crossroads -- as Hyperlaser was your only friend from Blackrock who swore to keep your existence a secret to that awful, awful faction.

But you did always take note of how Subspace.. stared at you often, whenever the two of you did manage to encounter one another back in Blackrock.

You remember constantly asking him if he needed something, and he'd whip out some awful excuse, saying how he was just "focusing on something next to you" or "staring off into space".

Yet, he always did it often. It got on your nerves.

The guy was .. a little weird. It's no wonder you constantly avoided him.

But Subspace... knew everything about you. Unbeknownst to you.

He'd often send a Biograft to just .. watch as you worked in Blackrock. He was so utterly captivated by the way you'd wipe out any filthy traitors with a single swipe of your blade.

You were so.. powerful -- flawless, perfect.

Subspace wanted everything you had.

Subspace wanted you.

The way their blood would hit your face, your stoic expression unchanged at their screams and cries -- as you silenced them with ease.

He so badly wanted to talk to you. But he could never find the courage to do so, despite his greatness, talking to you was his only flaw.

Medkit was often forced to listen to his constant rambles about you, often tuning it out and focusing on crystal studies.

But oh -- did Subspace just want to bring you in, set you down and tear you open, digging around at your inner workings, watching as your blood would stain his skin.

He needed you.

So when you disappeared, Subspace was devastated.

His work became sloppy, slower, and his emotions became violent.

Medkit suffered the consequences of his outbursts.

Nothing was never enough. Not without you. He needed to see you again -- even if you were some lifeless, rotting corpse in the midst of a blizzard, or if you were out there somewhere, he needed to find you.

So when he felt eyes on him during a PHIGHT match that he'd found himself participating in, he turned his head.

And he saw you.

You looked different. Your appearance was different, but it did not change the fact that your face was the same.

He found you.

The match? Subspace didn't care about some stupid bux anymore. You instantly clouded his mind. Thoughts of you, your face, your skills, your expression -- everything.

He could hardly hold back the manic laughter bubbling in his chest, rising to his throat.

Subspace had found you.

And he wasn't going to lose you again.

Walking home to your apartment in Crossroads late that night was no unusual activity for you. After saying your goodbyes to Hyperlaser and Katana, you strolled down the empty sidewalk, your apartment building only a few blocks away.

The sounds of crickets in the distance, the soft breeze of the night and the lack of any demons around was rather peaceful for you.

Thoughts of seeing Subspace again had almost completely left your mind, the soft buzz of alcohol from drinking earlier had you a little more careless.

But the sudden rustle of a bush from not far behind you shattered the relaxation you were undergoing, as you froze.

As a trained assassin in the past, you had high reflexes. Any slight noise off in the distance; you were trained to take note of, and prepare to defend yourself.

The night grew still.

You swore you heard quick footsteps.

Multiple footsteps. Two people, max.

One sounded.. normal. The other sounded heavier.

Something wasn't right here.

You quickly took a few steps back, not taking your eyes off of the bushes behind you, your dominant hand moving to reach for your gear so that you could summon it--

You were suddenly yanked backwards by cold, rough, metallic hands wrapping around your waist, locking your arms to your sides.

It wasn't a demon's skin that you felt from your assailant.

" TARGET ACQIRED. "

You knew those voices.

Biografts.

A Biograft was holding you still.

" PLEASE DO NOT ATTEMPT TO RESIST. "

You ignored the bucket of bolts, slamming your head back onto the robot's in hopes to damage it enough for it to loosen its grip, allowing you to escape.

As you felt the arms around you begin to loosen, a figure suddenly ran in front of you.

You felt a sharp pinch in your neck.

You screamed.

Not out of pain, you were trained to have a high pain tolerance.

But you weren't an idiot. You were clearly getting kidnapped -- and you'd most likely just got some kind of injection.

A cold hand covered your mouth.

"..shh, shh." a familiar voice -- slightly muffled underneath a mask, spoke. "Don't scream, beloved. I only gave you a small pinch!"

The demon in front of you -- you recognized him instantly with horror.

Subspace.

You -- how -- he actually noticed you earlier?!

You noticed your vision growing foggier and foggier - your brain turning into mush as comprehending thoughts became harder and harder.

no no no no noononono

You felt Subspace move his hand away from your mouth and over towards your cheek, softly caressing it with his thumb.

"Don't panic." Subspace reassured -- his voice becoming quieter and quieter, sounding farther off into the distance as your consciousness was quickly deteriorating. "I'll take good care of you."

The last thing you felt was being slowly lifted up by the Biograft - and your world faded to darkness.

[piplup335]

hi guys! I’m kinda new to this, but i wanna try writing for roblox stuff!

you can call me Pip, Piplup, or just, well- “Inpherno’s Chef” because I gotta feed you all LMAOOOOO-

if you like my stuff be sure to drop a follow, gotta feed as many people as possible :D

ask me anything…EXCEPT anything related to art, I can’t draw 😭

I run @blackrockbiograft, @flipsidedom, @jpatel-dtt and @piplupcannotart :D

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games I write for!

Phighting!

Defend The Train (underrated af, go check it out!)

Doomspire Defense

I can write anything except:

NSFW stuff (Phighting)

NSFW stuff and romance, unless there’s demand (defend the train)

NSFW stuff (Doomspire Defense)

Side note: pls specify if it’s platonic or romantic ;-;

yes, I can do reader inserts (or xreaders) and possibly OCs. emphasis on possibly ;-;

random info!

foot pics are unnerving…please do NOT send them-

I write short stories, you can find them on AO3 and wattpad, under piplup335 on AO3 and da_galaxy_cat on wattpad :D

…pls request lol

requests take ~1 week because of schoolwork, sorry!

this means I’ll post max. 2 times a week ;-; but I’ll try to speed it up for you guys though :D

tags I use:

#marinated seasoned and grilled to perfection!

-> literally any bit of writing lmao

#piplup reblogs

-> I go by Pip(lup). I’m reblogging stuff. yeaaaaaa-

total request count: 16 (…fml)

working on:

PRIORITY: my fukin exams (end date: 13 Nov)

To work on NEXT:

-subspace x reader enemies to lovers…soon, I guess

queue:

-broker x reader…for a malnourished human being 😭

-hyperlaser x katana bar date!

-“GET THAT ROBBER OUTTA MY LAB, DEAD. OR. ALIVE!!” Subspace after reader steals a child (Biograft lol)

-medic and psycho drawing

-S&J bonding, they figure it out

-Valerie and Vanessa shopping trip!

-medkit comfort…my dumbass didn’t read the bottom line LMAOOOO

-scythe n broker comfort fluff

-boombox x depressed/suicidal reader, angst to fluff

-father figure katana with a depressed teenage reader

-subspace x stranger/basil!reader

note to self: stranger and basil are from omori

-shuriken and player reader who got MVP!

-subspace and a tryhard player reader who's good at the game!

-psycho x reader!

-scythe x reader, with…let’s see…southern rizz, pet names and fella getting flustered. simple enough but I’M DUMB AS SH-

[phighter-kisser]

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hello hello I'm Seth (He/Him please!) and I'm currently writing for Phighting! I may do art in future, though I'm not completely sure about it

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Headcanons are currently preferred but both One-shots and Headcanons are allowed!

Reader is strictly gender neutral as I don't wish to exclude anyone from my writing

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Who I'm writing for:

Phighters: Sword, Banhammer, Katana, Scythe, Medkit, Subspace

Npcs: Valk, Dom

Deities: Firebrand

*Will expand as I learn more about the characters!

[milkcookiekin]

nicknames phighting characters would give their s/o (part 2)

subspace - my god/goddess/deity, gorgeous, my other half

“gorgeous, care to help me out here?”

katana - dearest, my soulmate, my husband/wife/spouse (he’s not really creative with this stuff)

“my beautiful little soulmate..”

hyperlaser - doesn’t give you nicknames, he thinks your name is nice.

vine staff - lovely, light of my life, my everything

“you’re so adorable, lovely..”

banhammer - cariño, love bug, sugarplum

“you see them?!” *points to you* “they’re my cariño!”

scythe - darlin’ (in a sexy Southern accent), beautiful, buttercup

“stand behind me, darlin’, I got this.” *little wink*

medkit - my beloved, love, darling (in a sexy British accent)

“I’ll come to bed soon, my beloved..”

[milkcookiekin]

jealous phighters! (aka them dealing with creepy people)

subspace - would most likely try to kidnap them and experiment on them, because he’s psychotic.

“maybe you’ll think twice next time before doing that.”

katana - trusts you and is very reasonable, but when they’re not, he just takes you away for a drink. (doesn’t have to be alcoholic)

“shhh, you’re ok now, dearest.”

hyperlaser - would likely make them his next target

“I don’t care if it’s not a part of the job.”

vine staff - emotionally manipulates and “bullies” them into leaving you alone.

“you seriously think you’re worthy of them?”

banhammer - very extra about it, more so than shuriken and boombox are. he’s practically growling angrily at them like he’s about to tear their head off.

“BACK THE FUCK UP, BITCH.”

scythe - very upfront about the fact that she’s your wife, and if they don’t leave you alone, she’ll kill them, it’s as simple as that.

“it’s out of self-defense darlin’, don’t worry about it.”

medkit - is very calm about it, holds your hand to reassure you and let you know you’re safe.

“are they bothering you, my beloved?”

[acupofinkedblood]

Katana x cultist reader [Forsaken One]

TW: Mention of blood and violence

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Katana knows that the black sheep will be regarded as a disgrace to the family. Yet, he had enough. He has seen enough of the actual secret within this pit of hell. Joining this so-called ‘family’ for salvation is the worst decision in his life, he should have known better. But now, all he wants is just to get out of here immediately. And of course, when he shows the sight of rebellion, punishment is expected

It’s raining, the lamented rain is screaming against the glass window as if it wants to tear the curtain of nightfall apart in rage. Thunder highlights the visible distress haunting Katana as blood starts to dripping down his blade

The downpour speaks up for Scythe in that very moment

“Traitor! You dare to betray your teacher and friends,” the demon hisses through her pain, “Do you really think you can just escape!? Just you wait, Katana!”

Those were what he remembered before slashing Scythe’s arm off when she tries to get in the way. He barely has the right mind once he gets out of that dungeon bellow the church , and then he has to get Scythe to stop interfering his business with force. Wounded as he is, Katana still manages to ‘repay’ Scythe for all those years of his nightmare. The adrenaline rush is still pumping in his veins, enough for him to know how messed up the situation is. That lunatic’s voice echoes throughout the wall, giving Katana this uneasy feeling of a bad omen. Yet, he keeps moving forward

It is so oddly quiet inside the church, where is everyone else? Katana shakes the thought off his mind, he should have been grateful because of how fortune seems to be smiling at his current state. Less obstacles, less troubles he will have to endure before his escape. He has to leave everything behind, there is no other choice. The corruption is eating everything alive, infecting their mind with false sense of unity like a mindless beehive. As much as he would love to watch everything crumble in satisfaction, he knows that he isn’t capable of that weighing that responsibility by himself

Katana makes it outside, faces the heavy rain against the fresh wound of his skin. Freedom is within his reach, even if he doesn’t know where to go, he still has to make it out alive. He can’t just fail himself now, enough is enough. He has failed himself too many times, Katana can’t—

“Halt”

That familiar voice is the last thing the apostate wants to hear. Without a doubt, he is greeted with a hit directly into his chest. Has he not raises the blade to block it, all the effort to runaway will be all in vain as he won’t even be alive to see the light at the end of the tunnel anymore. He knows how cold you can be. But under this circumstance, Katana just wishes he doesn’t have to see you. Not now

“I advise you to go back, a lesser punishment is considered if you atone for your sin,” you coo, “Father send me to bring you home, Katana. Let us go back home, unless you prefer to only bring your head back?”

The fact that they send you out of all people. What a cruel joke. If this is how they spit onto his face, then they have done such a great job. Just because his master isn’t present in the cult at the moment, they drag you into this mess to take care of his matter. You, his partner that share the same master as his. His master have trained you before he even stepped into the picture, that alone has explained his respect for you, both in strength and as an individual. Those time he spent with you, it brings him comfort. He misses that all-knowing smile of yours, that cold expression is just so…cruel. How unlikely is that usually, that gaze of yours will fall on anyone but him. For a moment Katana wants to beg you to not look at him like that, but he has to mentally slap himself to keep his determination

But the one thing that aches his heart is the realization of how he will have to step over his loved one’s body if he wants to survive. Not to mention when you are stronger and more experienced than him. What he has done to Scythe, that alone won’t be able to stop you. The thought of killing you makes him sick. But is there any other choice? You have become his enemy, even when he has prayed to himself that he wouldn’t have to face you specifically while he is on the run. This is the price he has to pay, it’s either you or him in this tango of tragedy

Standing in front of you like this, Katana bites his tongue as he keeps his gear up, ready to fight you if needed. That hit you charge at him still leave an impact on his body, to say it simply aches his muscles is such an understatement. Seeing that your refusal has been casted away, you don’t even spare him a moment to breathe before sighing

“I have warned you”

He knows he isn’t the match for you in a fight. The outcome is expected, yet he can’t help but to feel ridiculed at that twisted irony. It’s not like he hasn’t been beaten up by you before in training. Under other circumstances, it brings him back to the old days when you act all high and mighty subtly after winning against him, yet still insisting on helping him bandage up again. Typical you. But now?

The rain has washed the blood on Katana’s body away, falling down against the harsh sand as he has to rely on his blade to keep himself up. He barely injures you at all, as you still stand tall like a punisher in front of him. Like a butcher cornering the poor injured animal that will soon perish, so little pity is thrown at him in this very moment. Katana knows that the finally killing blow will be struck anytime soon, or maybe you want to bring him back alive. Either way, he knows that it all depends on you now. But there is one thing that he has noticed: You have been holding back, or else his is probably presented on a sliver plate already. Why is it that even you choose to defy your order? If you are following Father’s instructions, won’t you just drag him back whether he wants to or not? Maybe Katana is delusional, but he just wants to believe that you aren’t so blind like like other. After all those years together, there might be a thing that you should consider before killing him like a pest underneath your shoes, right?

“Why,” you sigh, “Why is it that you have to do this? We can just go back and start over, why are you so stubborn?”

“…I have to go”

“You wish not to tell me of your purpose? Does it worth the pain for running away, o black sheep of the family?”

Your words hurt like a sharp knife into his heart. Why does he fixated on leaving? Katana doesn’t understand himself anymore. But there is a voice inside his head that tells him to run and never look back. How can he explain it to you when he knows how preposterous it sounds like? If only he can take his own heart out and show you instead, it will be much easier than putting incoherent nonsense together into a full sentence. He looks up at you, those eyes look as if they are silently begging you to just understand him with desperation. You take a deep breath, not wanting to see that look on his face, yet you force yourself to. It pains you as much as it pains him, maybe even more than one can weigh

“The corruption is running too deep, I have to go. They aren’t what they seem, I shouldn’t have— Just listen to me,” he pleads, “Please”

Katana opens his mouth, tries to figure out what else can he use to excuse his actions with you while the downpour washes over him. Time is running out, he needs to do something about this before everything in his plan falls apart. The adrenaline is slowly fading away, leaving that exhaustion slowly taking over his body. Katana can understand how pathetic he must have looked like under your judgmental eye. His scars and bruises are scattered everywhere, even the wet blood running down his face is still warm no matter how much the rains try to erase the traces. The evidence of your violent works on his skin is as clear as day. How does it come into this? Usually you are the one that is supposed to patch his wounds up, not causing it on your own. How did you have the strength to do this to him? Even you start to question your very own sanity at this point

Why his lover has to become one of enemies? If only you are on his side instead, if only he can convince you to think again…Maybe he is doomed from the start when falling for someone in the cult, what a shame. Or he should have convinced you from the start. But Katana is scared. He doesn’t know if you will approve his point of view or will you call him an apostate like others. He fears the idea of you turn against him, but now that fear has already become the reality. If he just braces himself and tells you the truth, will it change the outcome? Different beliefs will never work out together, he bitterly reminds himself. He just wishes for a way to get you to open your eye and see the actual reality

But little does he know, you too have soon figured the actual truth of the cult yourself long ago. The only reason you decide to stay all those years is to wait for the perfect moment to handle the personal matter you have with this goddamn ‘family’. You were like him, young and foolish until your master found you. Until you saw it with your own eye, the gruesome truth lying in this hell. Misfortunes soon followed you afterwards, one after another. You soon realized what you have tied yourself into, and the horrors it brought was purely agonizing to you. You are a black sheep yourself, yet unlike Katana, you chose to hide under the cover to blend in. From the start, you have felt this burning desire to make this cult pay for everything, but you tell yourself that you have to wait for the perfect opportunity to strike your weapon as well. There is nothing that will change your goal of destruction, no matter what

But Katana is the distraction you regret. You loved him truly, something that you swore that you would never do inside the cult. Your love was delaying your own plan of vengeance, yet you couldn’t help but watched over him and enjoyed that love you deserved to feel. You have been dragged into this mess in the very beginning. Now, seeing your lover is actually an apostate makes you feel so many conflicting emotions inside your heart. You should be happy, knowing that he is on your side, though at the same time he has acted too rashly. If only you know better, you can convince him to wait with you instead of making such an unredeemable mess like this. This isn’t supposed to happen if you just figure out the unspoken hints he has kept inside his chest

The rain doesn’t help the current situation any better. The two of you look pathetically pitiful in your own ways. Katana is too tired to defy you, almost as if he has accepted you as his punishment. In his mind, at least you are the one who does this. He doesn’t want that responsibility to fall onto you, it will be so cruel of him, but it has to be you. There is no other way he will just accept it like that if it is anybody else that comes for his life. So many regrets, yet he can’t even bring himself to hate you. His love for you has blinded him from all the pain you have caused to his heart. If loving you is his demise, then he will accept your punishment with open arms

But to his surprise, you hold onto his blade instead. Before Katana can understand what are you trying to do, his eyes widens in pure shock when you force his hand to stab through your stomach. Blood spills out from your wound in front of his yes in horror. You bite back a pained noise, holding onto the blade until your hand also bleeds all over it. Katana immediately pulls his gear back, holding onto your bleeding wound as a poor attempt to get it to stopped

“What the hell? Are you crazy!?”

He hopes that he won’t have to kill you, and you just literally do the very opposite thing of what he wishes not to do. Even force him to do this to you, do you want to die for honor or what? Katana is more than just confused to the point that he has forgotten his own pain and can only feel yours instead. Anxiety overwhelms in his mind with a hint of panic, he doesn’t know what is going on anymore. Without a moment of hesitation, you pull your hand away from his and cups his face. Your blood has stains all over the face of the man you love with all your heart — and this, putting yourself in danger — this is an act of love you do for him. You make him stands up on his feet with you. That confusion is so ridiculous when appearing on his face. You know that you will miss that. Your voice is barely a whisper when you hisses out in pain

“Leave,” you look directly into his eyes, your face gives away the calculation inside your mind of when will the other make their way to aid you, “Never look back, never even consider of going back. I can distract them”

And just that, you push him away to another direction, urging him to run while holding onto your bleeding stomach as you steady your breath. That wound isn’t fatal, but it does hit quite the nerve that makes you winces in pain. It’s not like you wants to make this farewell memorable in a traumatic way, you have your own reason to do this. You have to create that wound so that when your fellow cultist comes over, they will think that you have been through a bloody fight with that apostate and lose with this wound. You have to make it look as real as possible, to deceive them and make it looks like he has won his freedom by attacking you, his beloved, all fair and square

Katana has come to understand your intentions. How foolish of you to do all of that for him, yet he knows you, so stubborn and insistent to your own way, he can somewhat understand it. It’s in your nature to do such things. It pains him to know that this might be the last time he sees you, with a wound caused by his blade that he doesn’t even want to. Katana is hesitant, not wanting to leave you alone with those monsters. Not even spending more than a second to think, he reaches out for you. The raindrop feels like bullets against his skin, yet he doesn’t care anymore. Your back is still turned against him

“Come with me,” he offers you a hand, “We can run away together”

“Leave me, o forsaken one. From this day on, you shall be stripped of your relation with your mentor, your friend, your brothers and sisters. Leave this place, apostate. We shall not welcome any black sheep back in our herd,” your breath hitches a moment as you cough aloud, “My business is yet to be finished, I can’t come with you”

“But—”

He loves you. He can’t leave you like this. All those time he felt alive around you, he can’t just give it up like it was nothing at all. In this moment, Katana just wants to grab your hand and drag you with him, to somewhere fair where they can’t find the two of you. If the price of freedom means loosing you, then what’s the point anymore? His thoughts are interrupted he can feel someone is getting closer, probably the other members of the church. Tick tock, the time is running out in the hourglass

“Katana,” your voice turns into a softer tone as you murmurs at him, unlike that cold tone of earlier. You glance back, your eyes filled with unspoken regret and sincerity. There it is, that smile that he adores so much. But why instead of that usual sense of comfort, Katana feels like his heart is sinking down to the pit of unknown?

“You promised that you will see the cherry blossom in Thieves Den. Do it for me, mesmerize the color then tell me once fate let us cross paths as normal people instead”

He remembers that time when you went drinking inside his room with him to relax, you have asked him such out of pocket question: “What is the color of Thieves Den’s cherry blossom?” At that time, Katana didn’t know either. He made a bet that it is white, while you on the other hand bet that the color would be pink. A childish argument broke out between the two of you in a playful manner, but he had promised you that if he could, he would go to Thieves Den and see the color for himself so he could see whether you would win or not. A drunken promise, so to speak. He doesn’t think you will remember it

He has made a promise with you to go to Thieves Den and see the cherry blossom, and you want it to become his next destination. Thieves Den will welcome him, you have a gut feeling about that. Although you have more to say to him in this solemn goodbye, all you want is just for him to make it out alive successfully. You can’t weigh him down

“Go”

For some unknown reasons, Katana’s body reacts to that command as he pulls his hand back and runs away to a different reaction. He keeps running for his life, not giving a damn of the cold rain slashing through his skin. To live and to survive under the oath he has made you, he can’t just accept defeat anymore. As much as he is regretting his very own decision of leaving you, he still stays focused with his track. This all happened because he isn’t strong enough to take the matter on his own. If only he is stronger, he can easily take down those crazy psychopaths within the church and brings you with him. The thought of hiding you in a safer place is almost humorous, if it isn’t so out of reach now. He has lost that privilege of protecting you, all because he isn’t strong enough. Under the rain, he vows to himself that he will come back for you, once he has the strength and courage to face the corruption directly

You keep your eyes on him for a moment before your vision starts to daze out. Too many blood losing, but it will be all worth it in the end. All you want is your lover to live, if this punny little wound is the price for that, then you have claimed such a deal, no? You will miss him, a lots. This goodbye is far from perfect, but to see him make it out alive is all you can ask for in the very moment

Love is such a puzzle, yet different person has a different way to solve it. We can’t really judge their solution of loves, the same saying goes for you as well

Ironic, isn’t it?

Soon, Thieves Den has welcomed a new neighbor. And odd one, if they may add. Katana keeps everything to himself. But there is one thing people have noticed: If you want to see the strange neighbor that just arrived, just waited until the cherry blossom season. There is no way he will miss that event ever. Even now, whenever spring comes, people often see Katana sitting in front of his yard with a set of sake served beside him as he watches the blooming cherry blossom. Sometimes they can still hear him mumbling to himself when they get close enough

“It’s pink,” Katana set his glass down, “Just like you have guessed”

If only you can see the beauty of it as well. The wind gently making its way past the tree, bringing some of the petals falling gracefully into the palm of his hand. Somehow it reminds him of you. Katana’s eyes linger on the few petals on his hand before put it in his other wine glass, one that is supposed to be yours. You will love the soft color of it, he is sure of that fact

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Note: I don’t think this is one of my best works so far囧

[acupofinkedblood]

Katana x reader [NSFW]

TW: NSFW headcanons

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• Ah, the ronin of Thieves Den. You really have quiet the fascination with traumatized old man, don’t you? But hey, regardless of that, you know what you are signed up for. Like Hyperlaser, Katana doesn’t really into the concept of dominance or submissive, and he is neither due to that. And don’t even think this man is a bottom, he is a hard top and there is no room for negotiation in this situation

• Like you have expected, sex with Katana is being treated with intimacy and affection. He treasures every moment with you, including this when both of you are at most vulnerable. You are his everything, his home and his beloved. Every touch ghosts against your skin, he will make sure that it will bring you satisfaction. It fits more to the ‘make love’ category than just ‘sex’, if you understand what I mean

• One highlight is that he has to make sure that you can take him first. I’m not even playing, you are aware that this man is 6'8" and is rather ruggedly toned because of constant training as well as fighting, right? Very few mere mortal is able to reach that height of his, and we don’t need to talk about strength because the answer is pretty obvious at this point. Mentally prepared yourself for whatever comes next, that’s all I have to advise you under that circumstance

• Despite his intimidating appearance, you know how gentle this man is around you. Same principle applies when he is making love with you. He won’t be rough, even when you ask him to. Doesn’t matter if you are positive that you can take it or not, Katana is aware of the difference in your strength compared to his, and physique as well. He doesn’t wish to hurt you. But honestly, even when he is being gentle, you are always such a spent mess afterwards

• Your comfort matters a lots to him. He won’t rush you, keep that in mind. Whatever you have in mind, he wants to hear it. You don’t have to feel shy around him in this specific moment. Vocalizing your opinions, he appreciates your truthfulness

• Be ready to be showered with praises because this man will make sure that you are aware of how much you meant to him. He will tell you how well you are doing, how beautiful you are and how much he loves you. Sometimes it’s just so overwhelming at how much he compliments you up and down, he definitely has a way with his words when it comes to you that can fluster you easily

• He doesn’t really have any specific ideas on what he wants while at it, but there is something about your touch that intrigues him. The way your hand gently brushes on his body, tracing his scars with awe, it sends a shiver down to his spine. Don’t be surprised when he suddenly hold your hand and kiss it, he can’t help himself. It reminds him how much you have been able to gain his trust, enough to see him bare like this. Your touch is welcome anywhere

• One note, this man has his own belief. He is outspoken about what he thinks, especially when it involves you. He will even disagree with you for your own sake when he figures out something is wrong. You can’t really argue with him in that aspect, sorry about that sweetheart. If your ideas sound too risky, you know that he won’t agree with it

• That is to say, he’s not the type to take risk. At least, not with you. He values you too much to the point that the thought of you getting hurt because of him makes him uneasy. He prefers to keep things at bay, enough to satisfy the both of you but also enough not to push any of you to discomfort. Like I mentioned earlier, you matter to him a lots

• Once they two have finished, his top priority is to treat you with care. You need not to worry about a single thing with him around, just leave it all to him. Though he can be quite worrisome when seeing you that spent so you gotta reassure him that everything is still fine. On that note, get him to lie down with you and snuggle up against his chest. His body is naturally warm most of the time and it can help you relax quite a lots

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