#pokotho x reader

[sorrowmoons]

While reading your lord in black doll hc post I just like to imagine living with four horrifying eldritch entities just in their doll form being little shits.

This gave me a silly doodle idea LOL

No but FOR REALLL. They would be gremlins in their doll forms. I could just imagine they’d want you to take them anywhere you go, so you’d bring them in your bag out in public. Sitting in a cafe? You better buy something for Nibbly. Tinky would be playing with whatever is in your bag—Pokey would kind of just be listening to whatever is playing on the Cafes radio. Blinky will just be staring at whatever he can. Wiggly,,, he kinda just talks the most. Probably abt how odd humans are? I don’t really know. All the while sitting on one seat or still in your bag… on the seat.

People would definitely give you looks, because it seems like you’re kind of talking to no one, lol. You try to whisper but they pretend not to hear so you’ll have to talk louder.

They will try wondering off and you go chasing after them without anyone noticing. They like to do this because it’s fun seeing you run around, trying to rangle them together. I feel like, for this form anyway, they are the least aggressive? Like, they’re dolls, I feel like they’re used to being manhandled. So you grabbing them wouldn’t phase them. But if you deliberately try to rip, tear, or break their seems they’ll get pissed.

Anyways, love the idea of Tinky just going through your things. He’ll play with whatever you have lying around, curious to what you have. Nibbly will stare and drool over what you’re making for dinner. Or.. really anything, lol. He’ll constantly ask if he can have some. Like, every time he finishes what you gave him, he’ll ask for more. You’re practically giving him all your food at that point. (You’ll eventually learn to say no, he’ll just grumble and walk off)

Pokey will be looking through your wardrobe, probably commenting on your poor fashion sense. (He’ll critic anyone’s fashion sense that isn’t his,, but if you’re good at fashion, he’ll want to steal what you have) He will also force you to put music on all the time.

Blinky follows you everywhere. Seriously, he will. You’ll have to remember to lock your bathroom door, because that’s the only place you’ll have privacy from now on. He’ll give you the credit for locking the door, leaving you alone, but if you leave it unlocked, he’ll casually be hanging from the doorknob, staring at you like it’s nothing. So.. be carful taking showers/baths. (All he would do is stare, dw.)

Wiggly is probably the most “calm” out of all of them. He will mostly watch from afar, seeing how you live your human life. He’ll take note on your mannerisms, hobbies, basically he will want to know everything you do. He tends to love to be picked up. (Imagine his doll forms plush arms reaching up for you whenever you walk by.)

There’s really no reason as to why, lol. He just likes being at your level. It’s also funny to him to watch you balance other things while he’s in your hand.

Yes, they’ll sleep in your bed. No questions asked. Also, there’s no such thing as personal space with these guys. They will climb all over you, lay on you, etc. Nibbly snores for sure. He’s also the most sprawled out too. Blinky.. it seems like he never sleeps. (Technically, none of them need sleep. But they do it for fun, to mimic what you do essentially.) but yeah, Blinky just stares, as usual. He’ll eventually look away.

But you have to admit, it’s comfy eventually. It’s like taking care of children. (But they, are in fact, old ahh eldritch entities.)

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Anyways speaking of sleep it’s 12am currently , I gotta got to bed dawg what

[l0rds-in-black]

may I request an pokey x gn!reader comfort cuddles fic :3c (First person if that is okay lol)

Omg 100%!!! I love that idea so much so of course!! Would you prefer a more human pokey? (All good if you want a more eldritch version!!)

[sorrowmoons]

What happens if you got your hands on their dolls?

Cw- Horror elements, sleep paralysis, paranoia

No gender mention for reader (also not proofread, apologies for any mistakes!)

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You had been strolling through downtown Hatchetfield. Browsing at the stores that lined the streets. The residents of Hatchetfield went on about their day, sitting in small coffee shops, gossiping the latest drama. Tucked away from the public eye, down a rather mysterious ally-way, was a thrift store. Small, aged and Derelict. It had seen its fare share of years, that’s for sure. You had heard from a friend that this place was the best to browse vintage findings a while ago. Now, you’re a regular.

Most of the time you didn’t buy anything. Rather browsed the small shelving’s, filled with Knick-knacks and trinkets. Creepy porcelain dolls, musty-smelling clothes. You always loved thrift stores. Although, a fair amount of the stores where cash grabs. Pricing something over price—claiming it’s vintage and rare. When really, it’s just an old item no one really cares about.

But this one had its fair share of decently priced items. So, almost as a weekly ritual, you came down, looking to see if you can find anything of interest. You were current inspecting an item. A doll. It had pink fluffy fur, and a large plastic mouth attached to it. It’s fur curled and tangled—clearly an old plush. You inspected it, intrigued by its curious and odd design. You had placed the doll back down after a few moments of inspecting it, almost calling it quits when you glanced over at the far shelving, way in the back of the store. Piled together was four more dolls—similar to the one you had just inspected. You picked up the pink one, bringing it to the other, similar ones. They all were.. odd. Not a typical design you’d see on dolls that seemingly look made for children.

But, despite that, they were all pretty cool. After looking them over, you decided to grab…

Nibbly ;

The original one you picked up couldn’t leave your heart. Despite the weird factor of it just having a mouth for a face—it was oddly cute.

You brought the doll home with you, placing the fluffy plush on a shelf in your room. Nothing weird had happened the first few days you had the fella, but… certain, weird occurrences happened soon after,

For one, you never remember leaving your fridge open. You could have sworn you closed if properly.

Almost daily now, the fridge is cracked ajar. You continue to close it, even slamming it shut. But regardless, it finds it way open. One night, you stared at it. Didn’t budge. What could be causing it?

It also didn’t help by the fact food would go missing. Left overs you could have sworn you left in there—gone.

Sometime, at random, you could feel random warmth wash over you. As if a big huff of hot air was directed at you. You weren’t anywhere near your heaters.

Whenever you cooked or had food out, it always felt like.. something, was there. You could never shake the feeling of being watched while eating.

Oh, don’t forget plates being randomly cleaned. Dirtied ones you’d save to clean in the morning, clean and shiny.

You said it was sleep paralysis, but many nights—a warm, heavy weight would be placed over you. You could even… feel it. Soft and warm. But sometimes crushing. This freaked you out the most.

The last straw was when you awoke one day to find the doll tucked in bed with you… what is happening?!

Pokey ;

You had always been a fan of masked things, and just masks in general. The mysterious vibe they give off was always alluring. With an interesting design to the mask, you couldn’t just leave the doll.

You brought the doll home with you, placing the masked plush on a shelf in your room. Nothing weird had happened the first few days you had the fella, but… certain, weird occurrences happened soon after,

You would sometimes hear faint music playing, coming from a place unknown to you. You had assumed it was your noisy neighbours blasting their music. But you had to credit them, they had good taste. Was it a coincidence they played all of your favourite songs?

In your sleep, you swore you could hear soft humming. To a song, rhythmic and melodic. You couldn’t lie, it helped you sleep sometimes. You were convinced it was just in your dreams.

Whenever you would play music, be it in your phone or a different device—it would glitch to a random song. Most classical and old—this made you confused and questioned whether or not you needed a new device. For now, you’d keep your current one. You’ve gotten used to the glitches and switch ups.

You’d get random urges to just,,, sing. At very inconvenient or random times. Dare you say.. you were oddly good at it now?

All you can think about is music now. Humming, tapping your fingers to a nonexistent beat. You never really realized how much of a big music fan you have become

Now, when the music switches up—you keep it. It’s not too bad, now that you play it..

Whenever you hum or sing to a song, in the back of your mind—there is a different voice. A honey-smooth deep one,, or maybe it’s just your imagination?

Tinky ;

The seemingly goat-like doll caught your eye the most. The goofy expression gave you a hint of amusement whenever you looked at the doll.

You brought the doll home with you, placing the masked plush on a shelf in your room. Nothing weird had happened the first few days you had the fella, but… certain, weird occurrences happened soon after,

You could hear footsteps, walking around the house. Now, whenever you heard these—you were focused on something or half asleep—but you couldn’t get the sound out of your head. Sure, they sounded like footsteps—but they almost sounded like.. hooves?

Paired with that was small fits of laughter or giggles or cackles. You heard these in the back of your head too. Why was it always when you were half asleep or preoccupied with thoughts? You could never pin-point the sound fully.

Trinkets you never remembered having appear in strange places. Sometimes you’d find puzzles pieces to a set you don’t recall buying. Or pieces to a chess game you don’t remember having.

Tuffs of random fur-like hair on your cloths appear. You don’t have any animals with yellow fur.. where is this coming from? You surely haven’t moved that doll from its place on the shelf ever since you bought it. How could it be its fur?

After buying lint-rollers and cleaning all the fur off of your clothing, you continue to gather the puzzle pieces you collected through the days. You had thought you would eventually make a complete puzzle with all these pieces—but you had thrown them out before realizing it.

What was most confusing and worrisome of all was finding a yellow.. cube, of sorts. Laying on your bed. It looked like one of those rubric cubes. Upon closer inspection.. why did you hear voices? And why did you feel a pull towards it?

Blinky ;

The plush that drew you in was the purple one. It’s big eye staring back at you. It was oddly.. cute.

You never can really shake off the feeling of being watched. It feels like whenever you enter your room, an immense feeling washes over you that.. so,etchings watching you. Goosebumps always crawl over you. Sometimes, it makes sleeping hard. Sometimes, in the corner of your eyes, it’s like you see eyes. Or, something along those lines. Blinking, always staring. But whenever you look, nothings there.

The dreams don’t help, either. Thousands of eyes staring back at you. Whenever you awake, they’re always gone. You tend to get a lot more sleep paralysis, too. Like.. you’re awake, but can’t move. Most of the time it’s just eyes staring at you—unblinking. Sometimes, it’s a figure, long necked, coated with thick black fur. It’s big red eye staring at you from the end of your bed. It will sometimes move too. At the side of your bed. Like its face is getting closer and closer to yours every minute. Nothing happens though. “Just nightmares” you tell yourself. That’s all.

Now, you don’t remember moving the doll. First you didn’t pay it much mind, as you thought you had just forgotten it was placed in a certain way. But it always seems to be looking in your direction. It’s eye always on you. Maybe that’s why you always felt watched? It’s weird eye on you always? Sill you. You’re getting paranoid over some doll.

You moved the doll on night to get some peace of mind. Placing it on your desk, facing away from you. The feeling of being watched went away a little. But as you awake the next morning, the doll, perfectly perched, sitting on the end of your bed. It’s eye on you.

What the hell?

Wiggly ;

The most curious one to you was the green one. The tentacle design reminded you, of course, of an octopi. How cool!

You brought the doll home with you, placing the tentacled doll on a shelf in your room. Nothing weird had happened the first few days you had the fella, but… certain, weird occurrences happened soon after,

What you didn’t realize was the guts voice box. You had been squeezing his belly for fun, until you felt the hard box inside. Pressing around, you triggered the voice on.

As if in perfect condition, the dolls voice box spoke. Corny and cheesy lines speaking to you like a child’s toy. But nonetheless, it was admittedly adorable. Very soft, too.

Over the days, nothing weird happened, unlike the other dolls, this one takes it time.

You were in your kitchen one morning, making yourself a drink. Mid stretch, you heard the sing-song voice of the doll echo from your bedroom. That’s odd.. why did it play? From what you know, only pressure on its stomach could do that. You waited to hear the voice again, but nothing happened. You walked to your room, inspecting the doll. Still sitting on the shelf, perfectly. Untouched.

You had just thought it was old, probably broken in some areas. Who knows how sensitive the trigger is to activate its voice. That’s what you told yourself for comfort more than anything.

But unlike the others, this one grows bold. More direct.

You sat on your couch, watching some Tv. Your phone buzzed as a notification popped up. You turned your attention away from the Tv, looking down at your phone that was placed on the small table by your couch. After a moment, you looked back. You jumped when you saw the plush doll staring at you, sitting in your Tv stand.

That day, you brought hum back to the thrift store. The same four dolls were still there, in the same small corner. You placed him back down. You can’t blame yourself, you were frightened on how the damn doll was able to make it from your room to your living room In the blink of an eye. Was this doss possessed or something?

That night, you went home, no sign of the doll, thankfully. But the dream you had did not help the situation. You, trapped on your bed, tentacles pinning you down. All the lights here out. But sitting on your desk, was the doll. It flowing a faint green. It stared at you. Somehow, you got the feeling of amusement from the doll.

You went out the next day, trying to remove the thoughts of that doll. Throughout the day, you could hear the voice from it. The giggles that sent your heart racing. What was happening??

But as you went back home, unlocking your door. That doll. That damned doll. Sitting on your kitchen counter was its fluffy green body, its bulging eyes staring at the door you were standing at.

This doll was so possessed.

All of them !!! ;

You couldn’t resist the urge to buy them all! They looked like a set, at least. They all looked very nice once you brought them home, making a nice space for them on a shelf.

Such silly designs, you thought. For children’s toys, they had rather.. freakish elements. Eh, who knows what kids are into these days.

Getting ready for bed that night, you took off the shirt you wore. Your hands went to your pants, almost about to slide the waist band off your hips until you heard faint.. giggles? Laughter, it seemed. Different voices.

You couldn’t pinpoint the direction of the noise. Disturbed, you walked out of your room, deciding to change in your bathroom that night.

The sleep was.. strange, to put it. You felt watched, overheating, and squished. Going in and out of sleep. Weird voices and imagery came to your dreams. Imagery you can’t quite place. Mostly large shadow like.. creatures? They seemed to be preoccupied, not looking at you. As if conversing between themselves. Just dreams… it’s just dreams.

In the morning, you woke with fur in your mouth and on your clothes. What the hell? Where did this come from? The fur matched the colours of the dolls.. maybe you just had some fur fall onto your cloths and into your mouth, maybe.

Random noises throughout your house made you shaken. Like.. footsteps. Humming. Giggling. Since when was your house possessed?

Despite the fear of some sort of.. presence now being here, in your house, they didn’t cause harm. Well, you were disturbed. Goosebumps always finding its way on your skin. Heart racing in fear of the sudden noises. But they didn’t.. hurt you. Maybe it’s all okay? Just in your head, right?

What drove you over the edge was the dolls being placed in random places. The goat one in your drawers, as if rummaging through them. The Purple one with the eye, staring at you from random places. The masked on was near the record player you kept in your living room, The pink one, in the fridge??? The green one seemed to stay.. as if watching over.

You looked these dolls up, finding nothing on them. Well, besides the one called “Tickle-me-Wiggly”. He was for a fair price. The others, though? You couldn’t find anything on them. You listed them on some random collectors sight. A guy, named “Sherman Young” seemed interested. Like… extremely interested. He wrote a whole paragraph on how much he wanted them. Didn’t help that various lewd innuendos added on. Oh well, whatever to get these dolls off your hands.

You packaged them up, eventually looking them over. They looked back at you from the small box. You felt oddly.. guilty. Like you were a bad person for giving them away. You sighed, mumbling out an apology to the lifeless dolls. Or, well, so you thought.

You gave the box to the overly excited old man. Practically drooling over the dolls. He talked to himself about how they’ll enjoy it back at him home. You shrugged it off, trying to enjoy the relief you felt to get those creepy dolls away from you. Anyways, you got a decent sum of cash.

As you lazed around your house, the dolls couldn’t leave your mind. Sure, it was more.. comfortable, not having to hear the noises anymore. You client wrap your head around the doll possession. Frankly, you didn’t want to believe if was doll possession. Just.. forget about it. They are gone. It’s fine!

You awoke to angry messages from that Sherman Young. You groggily rubbed your eyes, scrolling through the messages. They talked about how it was a scam, and how the dolls disappeared. What? How was that possible? Also, how was it your fault??

But you couldn’t ignore the eerie gut feeling you got. You stepped out of bed, changing into your clothes. Strolling out of your room, you walked to your kitchen. Brewing yourself a cup of coffee, you turned to lean against your kitchen counter. As you did, you faced five dolls.

Those same five dolls you got rid of yesterday. You nearly shriek as you realized that, yes, they are really there. You didn’t know what to do. How is this possible??

Before you could say or do anything, a voice rang out. The same voice the green doll would speak in its friendly voice.

“Did you really think you could get rid of us?” The voice spoke. giggles and cackles followed suit. Five voices, laughing at you. You realized the source of the voices were the dolls. But as the laughing drew out, they grew deeper, more coarse and loud. As if surrounding you now. “How rude.”

You felt cornered, being surrounded by the voices. You almsot felt.. drawn to them. As if being lured.

“Where are your manners? We haven’t even had our fun yet!”

What did you get yourself into?

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I’m sorry if this sucked y’all , but I wanted to give something to the LiB fans

[sorrowmoons]

What LiB should I write next for a fic? (I have one request so far.. working on it atm! Its for Blinky :] )

[sorrowmoons]

Also because there’s legit NO Lord in black x Reader Fics, I think it’s my time to feed the (probably little) community of Lords in Black simps.

So if anyone’s interested in this, send me a request :) but I’ll be making some one-shots for now!!

Unfollow if you’re also not comfy with this!!

[l0rds-in-black]

Hi!! I’m Chaos! I use they/them pronouns and I write fanfiction!!

My requests are currently opening for Starkid things, but for now I’m focusing on Hatchetfield reader insert stuff if you want to request anything specific!! (Mostly NPMD at the moment but I’m open to anything!!)

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Max Jagerman x Reader x Richie Lipschitz

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