#regretevator writing

[spectraliti]

Blissful Moments | A Yumeship Fanfic | DeadDreams

MY YUMESHIP FANFIC!!! WITH WILLOW AND THE DREAMER!!!

please dont flop i spent a lot of time on this

[hazardsk8r]

im sorry gang the ai chicken guy has gotten me sidetracked from locking in.

[deputiized]

i will breach the battlefield and die a cold lonesome death for folly. being dead serious rn. i cannot believe they dressed her in a button up for valentines day

[rip-headphones-users]

Literally sprinting laps over this rn oh my hod oh my god oh my god

Hes been writing journal entries for over 7 years guys. The days were mundane but had enough meaning to lampert for him to document them. Guys. Kasper literally changed his brain chemistry by introducing him to new concepts from outside. Guys. Guys. He felt the need to keep him safe from the employees despite not knowing him and having no obligation to help him. They spent an entire night just sitting and talking about life the first time they met guys. Guys. Guys. Kasper was a himbo. Lampert finds comfort in writing. The first time he went outside was literally with Kasper. Do you people hear me???? GUYS CAN YOU HEAR ME????????????? KASPER WEARS HEELEYS!!!!!!!!!

[rithiathemoth]

i desperately need more folly x y/n art. pls

I don't normally take requests, but this is encouraging since I love her and I love drawing her lol

So anyway, here's a headcannon scenario

I'd like to think she's extremely affectionate and snuggly like a cat, but would not let ANYONE see. She also probably likes to scare Y/n sometimes too lol

[casterisks]

I wanted to get together some characterization + references for my semi cured au (This is the best drawing of the batch imo ^^^)

A lot of it is pretty varied and I had fun making it! Some of this also just serves as Infected headcanons- i don't think if he was "cured" it'd be a full shot cure. That shit's deadass embedded into his psyche (and bloodstream) LMAOOO

[creativesparkz]

HI !!!!!! HEY

i jyst wrote a STAT x sam fanfic that you should definitely check out please (<- click this link for yuri)

its about pest helping stat to bring back sam :] for all the little freaks like me who LOVE LESBIANS!!!!!!! and want more statsam content...

[sunlit-mess]

WHAT’S YOUR ELDRITCH LUCIFER’S PERSONALITY LIKE?? Sorry if this question makes no sense

Tbh I cooked up a whole narrative for it (because I'm dying to fill non-existent lore)... But it's so long and scattered so I'll yap about it someday.

Anyway, here are the ideas I revolve with:

All of these are just from random thoughts focusing on the ' BAD ' side + curiosity idk " my physical shell can be torn apart, smothered, stretched, bent by my own mind " (Angel Lucifer): Innocent face, underlying horror. (Canon/demon Lucifer): One body, that feels like two souls.

- somehow I can connect this with the ideas in Angel Luci's behavior LOL im too sleepy to fix a timeline for it atm.

Evil is a part of him that can't be erased so he learned to overcome it, but never fully accepted it. So upon his silly demeanor, beneath are the true reasons why he is banished from heaven. Sob story? Yeah, that's what they believe in...

Bro lives with this eternal punishment and I'm about to make that reason worse.

[angelkittywrites]

Can you write some cute head canons for Folly?

Yeag! Sure! :o3

• Folly, although not the type but does anyway, purrs in your presence.

• She feels safe with you. Hence why she purrs around you.

• As the two of you cuddle, she relaxes on your chest or rather you relax on hers. She doesn't mind which one.

• Due to her being so tall, I imagine she can shrink herself to be in a comfortable size for cuddling. Let's say she can make herself 6 foot tall while you're probably as tall as her or shorter than her.

• She mumbles how she loves you so very much and how she is willing to protect you from any harsh nightmares.

Hope this isn't too short I tried to make it as long as possible.

Divider credits @/toastray

[rah1457]

*rises from my grave like a vampire*

these may end up just being some funny scenarios i though up at 1 am that were either cut from my other fic, or, i was just inspired to write these lol.

who cares anyway? not you, that's for sure.

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- It's always so strange, having basically a demigod as your roomate. Many people think that she'd act all high and mighty, considering her power, right?

-Surprisingly, not really. Mach has always been down to earth ever since you met her in rock park that one night.

-It was NOT a fun time. You'd woken up, laying down in front of a bench, head pounding with a headache. Your thoughts themselves were fuzzy, and all you could hear was this eerie music playing

-It felt like a nightmare. Something out of the dreamcore videos you used to watch at 3 AM. It all felt WAAYYY too real to just be a dream. But after pinching yourself, it finally kicked in that this WAS not a dream.

-You couldn't really tell how long you were there. In front of that bench, you kept falling back into a hazy half-sleep.

-At some point, something poked your curled up form. It was a woman, with bright red eyes, dressed head to toe in purple. You could only see bits of her hair peeking out from the massive top hat on her head.

-It was strange, really. You wondered if she was the mad hatter in your hell of a nightmare. Perhaps she wanted to take you to have some tea.

-Apparently, you had spoken the thought out loud, since her eyebrows furrowed and she herself mumbled about picking up drunk strangers off the side of the street.

-As you regained deliberate conciousness, you quickly explained that you were not in fact drunk, and instead didn't know where you were.

-Mach thought you were batshit crazy. Everyone who had been on the elevator had at least HEARD of Rock Park.

-Soon, as you explained more of your situation, she realized that you didn't KNOW about the elevator, or about much of this world, really. It stuck her as bizarre.

-Some kindness in her heart urged her to help you in whatever way she could. Now, after her sister passed, Mach didn't really like getting too close to people. She'd never admit it, but it scared her. Way deep down, she was waiting for the next person she cared about to die.

-But she figured it wouldn't harm her to at least offer you a place to stay.

-So, she walked you to the elevator, offering to help keep you steady on your shaky legs. You almost fell over multiple times just standing in the Regretevator.

-When you both arrived at what you would soon recognize as HALL OF, all of your senses were completely bombarded with the strong scent of gasoline and something burning, the bright orangish hue that was entirely too much, and above all, the scorching heat. You had began to sweat just standing there.

-You saw the obstacle course in front of you. The long platforms, the rings of plasma. You felt like vomiting. There was no way you were going to make it. For a moment you wondered if this was where you were going to die, at the hands of some malicious stranger with a top hat.

-Honestly, that was a pretty badass way to die.

-But as the incinerator snapped into place behind the entrance, you were flung onto Mach's shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

-The next minute was the most magical (and terrifying) thing your overheated brain believed you had ever seen. The ground rushed beneath you in a sort of hypnotic manner as Mach made a quick dash to some platform you couldn't see, all while carrying you about as gently as one could while being chased by a wall of fire.

-You don't really remember a lot of what happened after the obstacle course. From what you could best recall, Mach carried you up into the flat, and made a bed for you out of the couch.

-You promptly fell asleep for about 18 hours.

-After the whole incident, Mach began to explain the reality-bending elevator to you, offering a theory that the elevator must have wanted something to do with you. What it could have been was anyone's guess.

-You didn't know how long you were going to be stuck here, but Mach claimed she was willing to let you stay as long as you desired. Something about needed company was also mentioned, but you threw it aside as a formality.

-At first, Mach kept this stoic face that made you want to hide whenever she looked your direction. After a while, though, you found out that she just had a chronic case of Resting Bitch Face, and wasn't as intimidating as she let on.

-One day you noticed that it always smelled like straight fire and gasoline in the flat, and it was starting to get to you. So, you went to find something that would make any fire at least a bit more bearable: an overpriced scented candle.

-After spending about three hours in the store, you found a candle that you hoped both of you could agree on. Scented nutmeg and vanilla, it was sweet and nutty, but not overwhelming so.

-You put it in a bag, and offered it to Mach one day as a sort of thank you gift, in addition to serving its purpose. You also packed her a KatKot bar. They always had strange flavors, so you hoped that maybe it would make her laugh at the sheer absurdity of a lemonade flavored chocolate.

-Mach stared at the bag in your hands as you sidled up to her. As you handed her the package, she looked dumbfounded. The concept was odd to her. She recalled being of a young age the last time she recieved a gift. It was from her sister, a type of candy that the both of them liked.

-Mach gently pulled the candle and weird sweets out of the bag. At first, she didn't respond, so you began to ramble apologies and about how the receipt was still in the bag and-

-She burst out laughing. It was a glorious sound, something you never expected to come from the stoic woman's vocal cords.

-As the laughter stopped its echoes through the flat, Mach looked into your eyes, a rare smile etched onto her features. Few words were spoken; many more were implied. Most of all, you understood she enjoyed the gift.

-After you had gone to bed, Mach lit the candle alone in her room. The gentle scent reminded her of things that had passed. Of things she missed, and of things she had not thought of in far too long. She cried.

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(A/N)

Hey fam, hope you're doing well. I'm actually surprised at how much people have seemed to enjoy these little things I keep writing. I'm glad. I'm gonna be completely honest, I haven't been doing all too well recently. But I hope y'all like this one. Have a good one, homeslices!!!!

[rainstormzz]

Omigawsh i saw u do regretevator so can i request what itnwoukd be like to be in a relationship with bive.... (Bive x reader)

I love bive sm you have great taste

⋆ ﾟ⛆ ﾟ ⋆ Bive ⋆ ﾟ⛆ ﾟ ⋆

🌘 — Bive is paranoid and always will be paranoid from Pluto and back.. I have no idea how you both got into a relationship 😭😭

🌘 — Although, when you do get into a relationship, she eases up with you a bit!!!

🌘 — Bive tries to keep you close if you’re both on the elevator cuz everyone else are government spies trying to take you from her for being close to the truth!1!1!1!1!1!1!1!!!1!1!

🌘 — Except for Split. Split is ok in her book.

🌘 — Anyway, you gotta be careful when giving Bive gifts or flowers,

🌘 — Actually on second thought, don’t get her flowers at all.

🌘 — I think a mug would suffice !

🌘 — Bive would probably get you some sort of notebook or maybe paper-made flowers.

🌘 — cuz aliens and the government can’t spy on you through paper!!

🌘 — …right..?

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reblogs + likes are appreciated!!

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

i saw that you accept regretevator requests, so could we have a reader having fun at the campfire with ‚Spud!‘ ? poor guy went through so much brain trauma and still makes good marshmallows, so maybe some platonic quality time. (and if you wish some angst at the start where poor spud has to think of what he went through (argh gnarpy when i catch you)) [also which characters do you prefer writing or is it just them all?]

Blinding white lights blinding his vision.

Red hot searing laser frying his flesh.

Green feline creatures standing over him, speaking in tongues he couldn't understand.

Metal tools and sharp needles poking, prodding, tearing, slicing, and stitching every inch of his body.

They hurt.

Everything hurts.

Why won't they stop-

"Spud? Hey."

"H-Huh?"

"We're here."

"Ah. Sorry. Must've fallen asleep.." Spud awkwardly mumbled, reaching up to touch his bucket hat. He then looked out the window of your car, noticing you were parked somewhere in the woods. "Is this Two Studs Camp?"

"Nope." You turned off the engine and glanced at him. "It's a different place. Far away from that one. C'mon."

Although still in a bit of a haze from his nightmare, he managed to climb out of the passenger seat, seeing that you already had the trunk popped open. You grabbed a dufflebag and slung it over your shoulder, watching as he grabbed the smaller one, trying to keep his balance with just one arm.

"It's close. There's a fire pit ready to go."

He stared at you. "Firepit?"

"Campfire."

"Oh...cool."

The rest of the walk was in silence, aside from the occasional hoot of a distant owl and the crickets chirping their little tunes. The air was quite clear tonight, so you and Spud could see dozens of stars in between the tall trees. You took a few pictures with your phone along the way, taking in the sights and sounds.

Eventually you arrived to the campsite, where he noticed a tent was already set up, in addition to chairs and logs being by the firepit.

"Wow. Is all of this..for me?"

"Just for you, my friend." You grinned, setting your bag down and searching through it, finding a smaller bag full of familiar treats. "I heard you've made some killer marshmallows, and I can make pretty good smores. I got everything else but the sticks-"

"Already done, spud."

"That was fast." Looking up, you noticed the bundle of twigs in his grey hands. Not to mention he was already sitting in the chair. "Okay. I'll get this fire going. You relax."

Spud simply nodded, watching you put the logs into the pit, before lighting a match and dropping it in. Within seconds, a warm fire began to grow.

The sudden heat took him by surprise, making him tense up.

"Spud?"

He saw your concerned gaze as you sat on the other chair. "You look afraid.."

"...I do?" He asked, not out of sarcasm, but rather confusion.

You already told him you two were far away from Two Studs Camp. Far from any impending invasion and a certain green Gnarpian who he oh-so bitterly despised.

So what was he afraid of?

"You're safe here."

Feeling your hand patting the top of his, Spud was snapped out of his thoughts again. His shoulders relaxed a bit as he acknowledged your comforting gesture, doing his best to smile. "Thanks."

"Any time. Now...mind doing the honors, counselor?" Handing him the bag of puffy marshmallows, you let him take two out and stick them on the twigs, handing one to you. Then he turned back to the fire, holding his over it, for once looking content.

Your gaze lingered on him for a few moments longer, as you felt a bit sad knowing those damn aliens have broken him in such a way that even smiling often proved difficult.

He could never truly have a normal human life again, but despite all of their efforts--the one thing they couldn't take away was his love for marshmallows.

And the joy of having a friend who adores camping as much as he does.

[telamonz]

bive ( regretevator ) stimboard for myself

✒️- with black fur and detective-related stims ✒️- no nsfw interaction please ! 🔍 | 🖤 | 🔍 🖤 | 🔍 | 🖤 🔍 | 🖤 | 🔍

[harbinger-savior-catalyst]

What's your thoughts on melanie and folly after NULLS dialogue dropped??

Idk I've seen some persons theory about them knowing eachother to be confirmed on here. Just curious on what your thoughts are?

oooo, i didnt get a lot of NULL when i was playing last night so i had to read up on the wiki, and OH LORD IS THIS GUY SOMETHING

i am both in love and insanely curious as to why he calls Folly 'the dreamer', it adds some kinda layer to their relationship that i yearn to pick apart like an operation board game.

the balls this guy has to essentially deadname her, not even just around her co-workers, but to the general public if we consider the NPCS are mostly aware of our existence and each others when on the elevator, and you can sense the anger, yet she inevitably gives into what he asks, it's fucking insane, probably the closest another NPC has gotten to learning ANYTHING about how she feels about her past that isn't some kinda 'random emo splurge'. its sad to know that thats all she thinks life is, pain, suffering, anguish, but thats all she knows now, that damn parasite

another half of me wants to read it as understanding and acknowledgement rather than something hes doing out of malice and authority, like there is some sense of understanding that they're both disjointed people, mentally broken and unable to fix themselves to their greatest ability, both striving to become whole again just in different ways.

they're coworkers who, if they sat down with each other and talked like normal people (which they cannot do) would probably have a lot more in common than they'd expect, but i can also see them both standing around toolbox speedway watching people explode or whatever just for the fun of it and having a laugh together if they were both bored. it genuinely, in this situation, really depends on both of their moods and how fast the wind blows

as for melanie...holy fucking shit????? ok. very interesting.

seeing her try to interact at least slightly is very on brand, i love how no matter what she tries to bring the best out of people and herself, even if they don't share or reciprocate it.

rlly interesting to see her memory get fuzzy as soon as the dreamer is mentioned too, yeah. i think the only character who's gone through similar is poob during a conversation WITH melanie, i have a feeling theres something in her brain that is wired to completely block out conversations about her or her past, similar to a trauma response of sorts, but 100% a legitimate software thing in this case bc shes a tv head.

going back to this though, thats absolutely fucking tragic, because the only time that really doesn't happen is in conversations with folly herself, where melanie CAN'T ignore it, has to stare her past right in her face, and desperately wish it was the way it was before as she begs her not to look at her. she'd rather forget all of the good moments she had with her instead of remember and have to deal with who she used to be friends with staring back at her as nothing but a monstrous husk of what she used to be, all caused by trauma she probably has no idea about and could never even attempt to fix.

I LOVE THESE TWO GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

[st4rcr3st]

While I'm waiting for my internet to get better, might as well get a fic down

Wallter x reader headcanons

Tall? Yes. Cuddles? HELL YES.

He's the type of person to randomly pick you up and set you down on his lap

Someone's causing you issues? *KICK*

Someone's being weird? *KICK*

Fr kicks their ass like a soccer ball 😭🙏🙏🙏🙏

Loves when you get him flowers (twinning frfr)

Tbh he just loves you giving him anything

Guys guys imagine readers cold and. And. Wallter picks. Them up. And. And snuggles happen.. Guys what if though

Gives you a cuppa tea when your stressed bruv

Also has a slight British accent

Source? Trust me bro

You remind bro of mark 24/7 /pos

You never thought concrete was cuddle material..

Gives you his scarf when your cold

..although it's way to big for you..

Erm sorry this is short I slept like shit last night.,.. The beds here suck

Fuck wallter WOOD IS BETTER!!

[legrzybek]

i wanna introduce my very cool regretevator oc + my selfship of her and folly on here ^_^

i hope someone likes her as i've put a lot of effort into her & her story,,she's probably my proudest and dearest creation, she means a lot to me :>

GUHH SHE REALLY NEEDS A NEW REF BC ITS THE FIRST EVER DRAWING I MADE OF HER AND ITS UGLY BUT I CANT BE ARSED TO REMAKE IT 💔💔i did folly so dirty ong

more info + art of her under the cut :D

Cinder is an angel who after many years of complicated, repeatedly badly ending relations with her peers and following heaven's standards, has become bitter and hateful. The pent-up rage in her caused her to truly test the limits of her powers on the humans she was supposed to watch over, both as an act of rebellion and for her own personal sick satisfaction of sorts.

Once heaven caught wind of this, they deemed her a failure in their whole system and wanted to be rid of her. They couldn't strip her of her power or kill her, so they sealed it in her and imprisoned her in the very ruins she created.

The sealing of her power took a toll on her both mentally and physically, making her feel more weak, drowsy and numb for some time. All she can do is aimlessly wander around the once bustling town she destroyed. Try to find something to occupy herself with. But it's all pointless. All she wishes for is to be put out of her misery, however her immortality doesn't let her.

But there's something. Something she sees whenever she passes out from sheer exhaustion, or tries to sleep just to make time go forward. Like a distant red light, trying to break in, drawn to her suffering.

One day, she finally hears a voice in her slumber. Taunting words, belonging to someone she's never met before. Yet she has no energy or desire to snap back. She just listens, and nods along.

This goes on for who knows how long. She can't keep track of the hours, days or even months anymore. Every day, she converses with the woman in her dreams, as she very slowly recovers from her fatigue.

She is lonely. Desperate. She finds some kind of odd comfort in the parasite's presence. Cinder knows she isn't well-intentioned, but does she care? At least someone is there. Someone to speak to.

Yet, Folly... after all this, strangely enough, she pities the fallen angel. Even if at first, all she wanted is to feed on her misery, she can't help but feel some sort of sympathy for the woman im front of her. It's confusing to her. Why does she feel this way? She hates it.

''You'll find a way out, eventually." She continuously reassures the angel.

...And eventually, a door opens amongst the rubble.

An elevator on the other side.

GO MY EVIL YURI

i can only fit a few drawings in,,,...ough,,so i might make more art dump posts