#roblox x reader

[jiushankong]

👿🐰

[yu-shins]

I love your art style so much vro,

Could I request builderman x reader?? (Forsaken) There is barely any builderman x reader stuff😔

Thank you vroo 😼🌹

Here comes Builderman as promised >U<

BUILDERMAN X READER

Remaining requests (007n7, Mafioso +Taph)

And I really appreciate all of you guys for loving my art, I feel happy 🥹🥹🌹🌹

[satori-runa]

—The flesh we own

Summary: 1x1x1x1 realizes that after all the hatred and the disgust, that there is still a reason to love you.

Tags: Slight mention of gore, blood, ooc, hunter and prey dynamic

Words: 0,4

Author note: I have never played forsaken and this is written for a friend. I apologise for any lore mistakes or mischaractering.

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

1x1x1x1 stood at the edge of the treeline, veiled in shadow where the bright green aspects of his form blended in perfectly with his surroundings.

His eyes, if they could be called that, narrowed in on the lone figure below. You.

You ran like a creature born for survival—fast, focused, your breath ragged but controlled. Every footfall landed in thick, clinging mud, yet you moved as though it were nothing but air. You leapt over roots, ducked under broken tree stumps, twisted through the warped terrain like you knew it. Like it was something that you did over and over again.

He hated that.

He hated how you adapted. How you endured. The rest of your team had already been consumed, torn apart by the hands of his creatures, bloody flesh scattered like confetti in the storm. But you—resilient, irritating, alive—you refused to break.

And oh, how that enraged him.

There was something primal about his obsession. Something raw and violent, barely caged beneath his shifting surface. He despised the way you breathed, the heat radiating off your living body, the pulse that beat so arrogantly beneath your skin. You were a disgusting little parasite that refused to yield under his power.

If there was one thing, a single thing, that could be loved about you, then it was your mortality.

A flame that could be snuffed with just enough pressure. Pressure that he owned.

And when the moment came—oh, and it would come—he would savor it. He would descend from the treeline like a specter, decay and rot following his steps like a second shadow. He would wrap his fingers around your throat, slowly, deliberately, just enough to silence the scream before it left your lips.

He would watch your eyes, wide and glistening with panic. Not because he wanted your fear, but because he wanted your awareness. He wanted you to know that you had lost. That your final, frantic resistance had been beautifully pointless.

And then his hand,cold, jagge, would press against your chest, sliding beneath your clothes with surgical precision. Not to explore, but to erase. To feel the warmth, the rhythm, the fragile humanity before it was extinguished forever. He caresses your flesh with his fingertips, savouring it as his mind runs wild. Oh how wonderful your deep red blood would look spilled between his fingers.

He made sure to love it all.

[l00kingatthem00n]

Me when another phighting x reader blog drops

Anyways can I please request hm

Coil x reader. Reader has a crush on coil, but doesn't want to ask him out, so has him train them instead. Yknow so they can get strong enough to ask coil out

Okay thank youu

━━ HAD TO LET YOU KNOW THAT I GOT A CRUSH ON YOU.

WARNING: canon-typical violence [more like friendly sparring than anything] - let me know if there's anything else i should tag!

You'd say your strategy to win Coil's favour was impressive: Training with him. And sure, confessing becomes difficult when you forget how close you'll be to him, but you'll get there when you get there. You just didn't expect that to be, like, right now, when Steampunk is making fun of you for not using that "Blackrock's genius," to confess. It's really ironic.

YOUR LUNGS CATCH PAINFULLY IN YOUR CHEST, a sharp and pained squeak rising out. You stumble backwards, trying to regain your balance after being met with the harsh impact of Coil’s fist. Swords above, you’re not even sure if he’s withholding his strength right now. This is supposedly him “holding back” his usual force, but he just punched you with the weight of a block of titanium. And maybe the reason why you’re practically keeling over at an assumably weak hit is because you’ve been cooped up in a laboratory for most of your days, but you’d like to think you have some grit with your gear and all. 

That line of thinking quickly becomes nothing. Of course, you’re too immersed in your thoughts and not attentive to the training you’re voluntarily participating in. Coil is nothing more than an indistinct blur of colour in your eyes, simply flashes of orange and red. Hastily, sloppily, you try to react to his barrages but you’re still ways away from being able to go against him properly. For the most part, you either take his hits or poorly block them. Eventually, you weave out of the way from another of his punches and immediately try to retaliate. You curl your fingers into a fist and lunge forward to punch. But, to your chagrin, you completely miss Coil. Even you can’t miss the stifled snort from him as he doesn’t even try to step aside. He simply tilts his head. It’s only worse as you hear his cocky but honeyed words ring through your ears. 

“Was that all you got? Aw, that’s cute.”

He makes quick work of you. You only see the whirr of warm colours across your eyes. Before you know it, you’re slammed against the padded cushions beneath you. A series of groans and curses are pulled from your lips at the stinging pain that pricks down your spine. Then, you feel a pressure around the sides of your head. Reflexively, your hands go to pry at whatever limb or limbs are keeping you pressed onto the mats. And from your bleary peripherals, you can make out a familiar print of baggy jeans. 

Oh my Gods, this bastard’s got your head in a leg-lock— Wait. 

Oh my Gods, this bastard’s got your head in a leg-lock. 

You pray that the warmth that scorches your cheeks can be assumed as anything but embarrassment. Maybe, it’s the overhead lights blaring and colouring your skin strangely. Or maybe it’s the byproduct of being asphyxiated by him- Not that you’d mind that being how you pass out for the sundown. You don't have a chance to further entertain your probable fate, Coil’s grip tightens around your head.

“You sure you can handle all this, ‘ey?” 

Holy shit. The even smoother drawl of his voice causes you to still for a moment. And of course, because he sees this as nothing other than a friendly fight, Coil takes the opportunity to tighten his legs around your head further. Your throat feels more and more constricted. Your vision gets hazy and hazier. Your brain feels like it’s desperate to burst out of its skull. You can not believe he gets paid to be beaten up sometimes, let alone have this be a fun pastime. For as much as you consequently improving your physical prowess by training with him, this sure is a lot.

“Hrghk- I can-!” You try to assert yourself, but under his unrelenting and unyielding pressure, your voice comes out less than confident. Instead, it comes out weak and strangled. 

Okay, yeah; You probably should really start to worry about prying yourself out of there. Your hands desperately yank at his thighs, trying to get out of his vice-like grip. As expected, your struggle is ultimately useless when you’re against him of all inphernals. Still, you’re desperate to loosen his hold on you in any way but you swear it's only getting tighter. The strangulation makes you lose all cohesive thought, anything practiced in your training all gone. You do know that you do want to win. Though you’re not sure if it’s because you want to impress him or save your pride, maybe a bit of both. 

What idea you have is absolutely deranged and daft. But, it seems your intrinsic need to prove yourself capable to the someone you have a more than normal liking to is messing even more with your less-than-cohesive brain. Look, whatever happens, happens. And if what is going to happen is that you’re going to inform yourself how his pants taste, then so be it. You open your mouth and bare sharp fangs. In your scuffle, you try to push his leg closer to your mouth so you can sink your teeth into the fabric and flesh. You’re not exactly sure how this could work in your favour. For all you know, you’d just be biting Coil for the sake of biting him. You'd also risk looking undeniably ridiculous if this doesn't tactically go well. Whatever, maybe the sheer surprise of it will give you an advantage over him. 

His leg is within reach of your jaws and as you go to finally strike—

“Er, I’m not interrupting anything too important here, right?” 

A familiar voice disrupts the scrap between the two of you. 

The pressure around your head instantaneously loosens. Slowly but surely, all your senses come back to as they were; You can feel like you can breathe, your vision isn’t as blurry and your head feels less light. Maybe, you should inform Coil that he needs to withhold even more of his strength for your training. But, right now, you try to play nonchalant to the asphyxiation symptoms you experienced dissipating. Nevertheless, near the door of the locker rooms, a familiar inphernal with cogwheel-like horns stands crossed-armed. 

“Steampunk, hey! What are you doing here?” Coil inquiries with a smile, releasing you from his hold as he props himself up to stand on the training mats. 

The said inphernal strides over to you. Ever so kindly, she lightly nudges your side with her foot and you roll over a bit. You're still scrawled across the floor, recovering from the intense match.

She shrugs to Coil before snickering, “Hoping to get my free vending machine snack- They owe me. You didn’t actually kill them, did you?” 

“I’m fine!” You click your tongue as you try to haul yourself from the floor. “Thanks for your gracious concern!’

Coil chuckles at the sight, “Oh, you so were fine! That was some awesome work today, dude.”

He leans down on his knees and offers a hand. Briefly, you glance at Steampunk who can only give you an expression of knowingness and disappointment. You clear your throat. To try and not look too desperate, you momentarily stare at his bandaged hand before intertwining it with yours. His hand is warm, a little roughened and calloused from the type of work he gets up, but it’s so nice to hold. You play the simple gesture off as nothing. The arrhythmic beating of your heart at his hand in yours, the trembling of your clammy hands, the weak knees you suddenly have, they’re all consequential of the adrenaline rush from your fight and nothing else. Yep.

Seems only one individual in this room can see right past you, and you hear the softest groan part from her lips as she slings an arm around you now that you’re standing. Without any warning, she drags you over to the locker rooms as she waves with her other hand to Coil. You’re nearly suffocating– Again, may you add –against her muscular arm as she heaves you away from him. 

“We’ll see you in a few, Hellhound,” She tells him, “I’m trying to get my snack right now.”

“Taking away my new favourite sparring partner, Steam?” Coil scoffs. “Ain’t ‘cha cold?”

Steampunk snorts, “Oh, please. Be my guest and pick them up whenever you need.” 

It’s almost like a sixth sense of hers with the way she notices you momentarily stop struggling against her. And she’s embarrassingly right, for all sorts of excitable thoughts prosper in your head at the idea of being his favourite. You? You’re his favourite? You’re his favourite sparring partner? Despite being lugged behind her unwillingly, you can feel Steampunk roll her eyes at you as she brings the two of you through the locker room door. You know you’re probably going to get a long talk from her about your laughable displays, but you’ll savour this for now. 

STEAMPUNK TAKES THE CRUMPLED BILL FROM YOUR POCKET. She examines its currency and nods, mainly to herself, that it’s the right amount you owe her. The two of you stand in silence before the vending machine. The fluorescent light coming from it is oppressive against the dark hues of the evening. You watch her shove the bill into the machine before it spits it out before her. Your friend groans as she smoothens any folds within the money, rubbing it back and forth along the edge of the machine. As she does, she glances at you and chuckles. 

She merely hums at your conundrum, gesturing to your mouth, “What was that all about, by the way? Don’t tell me you were really going to bite him, ‘ey?” 

“I mean, I know you like him.” 

You nudge her side, frantically looking around to hope this illustrious “him” doesn’t abruptly waltz towards you. 

You hastily whisper, “Hey! Don’t say that!”

“What?”

“Don’t say that about him.”

“Ugh, seriously? I was just going to say I didn’t think you’d go to having mouth-to-mouth action so early,” Steampunk pauses.

She corrects herself, “Er, more like mouth-to-skin action.”

You nudge her in the side again. It’s somewhat firmer this time, but Steampunk is a mass of muscle that again doesn’t budge beneath your strength. She huffs, not at your weak hit, but at the bill being spat out once more. She mutters something about your lack of organization and order, going back to flattening it. 

“You know, you’re the worst right? You’re sabotaging me when he could show up any time!”

Steampunk rolls her eyes at you, “You’re a genius, use your genius brain to save yourself from me accidentally tattling on you.”

“I can’t exactly lie to him, Steam!” You exclaim, putting your hands in the air, “I’d feel so awful. And he’s just so, ugh- Intuitive? Either way, if I lie, he'll figure it out. I'd rather withhold the truth."

"I'd also hate doing it to him, okay!”

“Wow.” 

“Wow, what?!”

The vending machine finally accepts the crumbled bill. You’re left hanging as Steampunk briefly scans over the catalogue of snacks before inputting the code of a bag of chips into the number pad. Then, she looks at you and gives you a knowing smirk. 

“Wow. I just can’t believe you were Blackrock’s poster child,” Steampunk begins. “You were their little visionary before you came here. And now that you are, you're proving your worth by putting Playground scraps into inventions that mimic Blackrock.” 

“Oh, but here you are, yeah?” She taps your forehead lightly, “You can’t translate that genius brain into being able to properly confess to some damn inphernal.”

You go slack-jawed at her comment, “He’s not just some inphernal!”

“Right, sorry, you can’t confess to the infamous ‘Hellhound.’” Steampunk scoffs, “This whole friendly training scheme of yours would be smart if you actually used your brain.” 

“It is pretty smart!” You defend.

Despite the scorch on your cheeks, you find yourself loudly trying to explain the workings of your supposedly brilliant plan. 

“Look, I already need to improve my skills whenever I participate in Phights! It just so happens that he is the perfect choice for my training– I mean, other than you of course.”

“It’s like two birds and one stone, okay? I get to hone in on my skills and I get to do it with Coil. So, what?!”

“You’re sure enjoying both.” 

You raise your brow, “What’s that supposed to mean.” 

Steampunk can’t help but roll her eyes for a third time. And in an embarrassing display, she mimics your situation from moments before. She places her hands on her neck and she mimics your fight with him. More exaggerated than you’d prefer because at some point she starts to make the most awful mix of slurping and kissing noises. You let out an embarrassed scoff as you go to your knees, picking out her bag of chips from the vending machine. You shove it in front of her face and Steampunk cackles at your attempts to hide yourself. 

“Look, the physicality is all part of the plan!” You cry with an even more flushed face.

“I’m pretty sure the physicality would have let him keep you in that leg-lock until you died before I intervened,” Steampunk teases as she leans against the machine. She rips open the bag of chips and starts eating before you. "You're never going to confess at this rate."

“Ugh! I will confess eventually.”

“Eventually,” Steampunk echoes with a mouthful of food. “I just don’t see the point. You’re going to spend an hour with him to tip-toe around your feelings and enjoy what you can about being so close to Coil.” 

“If it were me, I would’ve confessed like five sessions into your…What? Ten sessions.” 

You roll your eyes at Steampunk, “You wouldn’t get it! You don’t have a crush on him! You’re just saying that because you sometimes beat him in and you’re not worried about him!” 

“Okay then, enlighten me.”

You huff and cross your arms, “Gladly!”

All that confidence in your explanation dies as Steampunk wholeheartedly seems interested in what you have to say. You sputter awkwardly as you rub the nape of your neck, shifting your weight from one heel to the other. Steampunk arches a brow at you expectantly, and so you spill your guts. 

“I just-” You sigh, averting your friend’s gaze. 

“I just can’t let him know I have a crush on him like this, okay?” 

“It’s so embarrassing that someone like me likes someone like him. Steampunk, half my life I’ve been stuck in laboratories with a gear that I struggle to use.”

“Is it a crime that I want to be ‘good’ in his eyes to get him to like me? I just feel so useless on those Phights, he’s saved me half the time. I just wanna pay it back, somehow, someway, you know? He’s amazing and–” 

You narrow your eyes at Steampunk. You didn’t exactly worry about her expectant looks in the beginning, assuming she was already listening to you tell her the contents of your heart. But, now, you’re a little perplexed at the widening of her eyes and the tense pursing of her lips. Not even that, she seems to be looking past you and you’re a little hurt that she doesn’t even seem to be paying attention to you. And so, you follow to where her gaze leads. 

“Okay, Steam, what are you–” Oh my gods.

Coil leisurely stands behind you; A smug smile curls across his lips. From the alarming volume of your voice to the gradual tension in Steampunk’s expression, it’s only logical to deduce that he had heard most if not all of your ramble about your liking to him. Now, you’re not sure whether to find the most efficient way to concuss Steampunk or to manage the horror of revealing your affections to him unintentionally. 

You swallow thickly and before you can even attempt to use Steampunk as your crutch, “Well, would you look at that I didn’t realize my wrestling match would be starting so early. I should get ready.”

“Gotta scram, have fun, bye,” Steampunk hastily takes her leave as she weaves past you and Coil in long strides. You are going to kill her. Somehow. 

You’re left trying to screw your jaw shut from screaming at her for leaving, only giving a curt wave to her as she goes. 

“So,” Coil drawls, watching Steampunk before his gaze is fully drawn to you, “About what you said…”

Words die on the tip of your tongue. If you even had an impression that he was unaware of your interest in him, then that comment alone disproves any hopes of salvaging your situation. Meanwhile, Coil seems absolutely thrilled to have you be nothing more than putty within the palms of his hands. He’s only looking at you charmingly, that smile on his lips, nodding along to the sputtering and stammering of yours while you’re trying to defend yourself. Your voice only becomes more and more faint beneath his gaze.

“I- Well, just, uhm, I didn’t-” You scratch the nape of your neck. “You’re really amazing, and I only wanted to-” 

Coil takes your hand. He’s gentle, tender and almost reverent as he squeezes it to still your ramblings. The gesture in itself is enough to bring you to complete silence. You’ve never seen him gaze at you with such a softness. It’s unlike his usual demeanour, where he’s so prideful and headstrong. Typically, he looks at you like you're a worthy adversary. The thought is nice in itself that he sees you as an equal, but this is something else entirely. Right now, he looks at you so kindly and so adoringly. It almost feels like this is someone else before you. Unexpectedly,  he brings your knuckles to his lips and chastely kisses the skin. You can’t help but purse your lips together out of anxiety, too scared to say or do anything– Too scared to even breathe. 

“Okay, take a breath, yeah?” Coil laughs quietly, “I never said anything bad to ya’ sweetheart.”

"I think you're pretty amazing too. More than you say I am."

Then, he lets go of your hand. Coil tilts his head to the side. He’s looking at you as if you’ve been hanging the stars for the nearing eventide, even as you’re scrambling to explain yourself. Nevertheless, it’s a reverence so unfathomable to you. The weight of his gaze is almost unbearable, and so you tilt your head to the side, but he’s quick to refrain you from looking away. He clicks his tongue softly. Before you know it, he’s holding your cheek to have you look at him once more. When your eyes are back on his, it falls back to his side and you find yourself painfully missing the warmth. It’s a little funny, seeing how he’s so much shorter than you. But, there’s no denying it. It’s really sweet of him. 

“You said ya’ like me, right?” He scratches his nose, leaning closely to you. “I’ve got a secret too.” 

His forehead is almost pressed against yours. You can faintly feel the texture of his horns on your skin. It feels like you're about to pass out again. Except, this time you don't need limbs choking you, the proximity is what has your heart racing and your head dizzy. Coil’s expression is serious for a moment before he looks at you excitedly. He whispers his confession as if he were gossiping to someone else.

“I like ya’ too.”

AUTHOR'S NOTE: please listen to "crush on you" by lil' kim. this let me power through this entire request and make it roughly 3,000 words LOL. anyway, hello !!! coil fic!!! @starryessence2

sorry for taking so long!! i did just come back from vacation and i've been busy with applying for post-secondary. and also i've been setting up my audition tape for a voice acting gig heheeh 😈 hope you guys have been doing fine though, please take care :)

[sapphireonly]

WAWZIEEE????????

Forsaken x reader

Note: This has only been read over once so please don't mind the mistake spelling/pronouns

P.s : divider is by me

WARNIGS: Blood, vague gore, violent behavior, etc. read at your own risks!

PROLOGUE

The light dripping sound filled the empty mansion. The body in your hold, pinned against the wall, bleeding from the claw wounds. You can’t remember who you’ve killed, sadly you’ve already bitten off the half top of his head so you couldn’t put your finger on who. Even with the military Vest. Oh well, you would be careless. All the survivors are the same, just trying to survive you and your.. friends.

You can’t really call them that with how they treat you.

“Tch..”

You threw the body to the side, watching as it slid on the ground. Smearing their Delicious blood across the floor. Now you’ve got one of them, five survivors left.

You’ve got plenty of time to find them, each ticking second is just a countdown to their demise that you can’t wait to bring. Oh how lovely it would be to taste their flesh once more.

There’s a glow outline at the corner of your eyes, and with a grin you dash towards the highlight. Reader to claim yet another victim to feed yourselves.

The humming of a generator got closer as you sneak around, not wanting to be spotted yet. But your prey seems to hurriedly get up and run. With a frustrated huff, you pursued. Not wanting to lose this catch. It’s odd how they can spot you even as your steps are light as a feather. They know first hand if you’re close or not, just not your location. At least that’s an advantage.

Your stamina is slowly running out as well as the prey’s. You saw how they start to slow down and you take your chance, pouncing and pinning them down. Keeping them in place, under you, and tearing their skins and flesh with your claw. Making a big mess of the scene.

The red pooled underneath them, painting the grass. Matching it with their work attire. The sweet scent. A low growl escaped your throat whilst getting up, sniffing the air to find a new victim. You licked your fang in delight as another outlined show itself. It wasn’t far from your location, making it easier to pinpoint where. You waste no time, approaching the survivor, taking them by surprise with a slash of your claw from behind.

“Found you!”

You watch as the survivor grimaces and runs. You found this.. amusing. You love the mouse and cat chase they give!

You spare a glance on what they’re working on, a sentry. You presumed. Sad you broke it, it looks cool too. Not wanting to lose them, you pursued in the chase. Able to catch up to them. The fear on their face is an amusement. No doubt you’re gonna miss it after taking a bite.

“Boo.. even a kid is better at tag than you are.”

The melodic crunching sound satisfied you. Watching as their body limply hit the ground with a ‘thud’. You spat out the pieces of the construction worker hat in disgust before girnning. That’s two!.. Three left.

The ticking sound on the bar on your wrist reminds you of the time you have left, One and a half minute. Doesn’t matter, you can still find them and catch them. Seeing the all too familiar outline you didn’t hesitate on approaching it.

You found one and another. Even after the meal, you know you have another one left. The time luckily expanded from twenty seconds to a minute and fourteen seconds. One left till victory, just.. one more.

Seeing the highlight was far across the map, you grumble. Slowly closing the distance and once the one minute exact mark hits, you make your move. Chasing the last survivor.

Their burger hat was recognizable, 007n7. Who else would wear such a ridiculous hat?

Their hat.. It’s making it more endearing. Though you can’t deny, it is kind of adorable

You’ve been chasing them.. for straight FORTY SECONDS. You’ve fallen for their clones, MULTIPLE TIMES. How bad am I?

You’ve hit them a couple times, yes. Yet even that isn’t enough to bring them down. You tried to leap and pin them down but they teleported away LAST SECOND.

Once the timer hit zero, you froze. You can’t believe you lose to someone as useless as 007n7. Seeing the all familiar brick walls of the dungeon that’s keeping you and your friends locked up brings frustration in your blood.

“How did that PEWNY robloxian SURVIVE ME!?”

A glitchy chuckles comes from behind, a familiar noise from the one and only-

“Hey.. Noli..” You grumble out, turning to face the half faced man. The dim light from the torch only illuminates half of his face, seeing how it’s slowly decayed from the codes gives you a perturbed feeling.

“S-S-SupRISED M-M-Me!.. Y-YoU’ve- LOST!” His voice glitched and changed in pitch. It's often disturbed you the first few weeks you come in this entertaining loophole of a place.

“Gee… Who would’ve guessed!” Noli looks displeased with your sarcasm, lightly hitting your head.

“Don’t S-SarcAs ME!”

You rolled your eyes, already tired by his presence. You felt the hand once more on your head, lightly patting your head on the spot it previously hit.

“I’m leaving..” You whispered, turning away to walk into the hallway on the far back at the right bottom of the throne.

“[Name]! [Name]! Are we gonna play again?”

c00lkid, the youngest amongst the killers. Grabbed your hand, lightly tugging it. How did I almost stumbled.. This kid is hella strong-

“Hey Kiddo... I’m sorry, I don’t think I can.” This time you really stumbled once c00lkid pulls harder.

“Pleaseee?” He pleaded, trying to pull you out towards the garden. You hate denying the kid but you’re extremely tired from last round.

“.. After your round next, yeah?”

“Ok!”

Watching the kid walk speed away, you let out an amused hum while shaking your head. You wonder why a kid like him was forced into this.. Loophole of a place. You wouldn’t say he doesn’t deserve it.. more so you’re concerned for the kid.

The sound of echoing footsteps from the distance gave you a chilling feeling, shivering your skins. A heavy weight hits you as you begin slowly walking back towards your assigned room in the forsakened castle. It was no mistake, the fog full of hatred feelings belongs to none other than 1x1x1x1.

“I expected more from someone trapped here as long as me.” You hum in response to their words, sending them a soft glance. His approaching steps echoed in the hallways, getting more loud as you both walked next to each other.

“I.. Wasn’t expecting him to guess my patterns..” You muttered to the embodiment of hatred next to you, walking slowly side by side through the halls. “I do wonder if they figured out a way to fight us back.. but it seems only the useless one is able to figure a way to avoid our attacks.”

1x1 let’s out an amused hum, glancing at you before forward. “At least someone other than me keeping tabs on the survivors.” You nod, not knowing what else to say. The rest of the walk was filled with awkward silence.. or was it just you being nervous around this.. entity who’s full of nothing but hatred. Why does she gotta stay near, her room is across the castle!

Once you’ve arrived at your room, 1x1 didn’t say anything other than patting your shoulder and leaving. What an odd individual.

Entering your room, you rolled your shoulders. Tired from the back to back match. I guess The Spectre is feeling like bullying me today.

You wonder if c00lkid will be next, he’ll definitely be worn out from hunting the survivors. That’ll give you time to rest at least.

Having nothing else to do for the day you decide to just take a small nap, maybe 5-10 minutes. Laying down on your bed, you close your eyes.

The loud ticking sound awoke you from your slumber, you felt dizzy. Your nap felt short. It’s just pure darkness, nothing else. You opened your eyes, expecting the usual mossy ceiling.

But above you was a wooden ceiling. Odd.. Has the spectre decided to give you a new room?

You slide your feets off the bed to the side, feeling your legs felt lighter than usual. Glancing down you noticed how the corrupted part of your legs are.. normal?

You rubbed your eye with your hands not expecting the soft feelings and it made you flinch. Your eyes widen, the rocky corruption, is it really gone?

Your body feels odd and weird, like it de-morphed itself. Your hands and feets feel lighter, glancing down to see why. The corruption that had covered them is gone. Like it never existed- yet the horns and tail still stays.

There’s no traces of it. Like it never existed. You quickly got up tumbling with your vision darken as your blood rushed up your head from standing up too quickly.

The room.. felt unusually, it’s not yours. The walls are made of wood instead of the usual rocks.. cement?

Your body felt odd and weird, like it de-morphed itself. Your hands and feets feel lighter, glancing down to see why. The corruption that had covered them is gone. Like it never existed- yet the horns and tail still stays.

You stumbled a bit, looking around the unfamiliar place. It looks like any normal room when there’s a new killer.

The room has a small wooden cabinet next to the bed with an oil lamp on top. A window was on the far back right near the bed, giving a view of the ocean. It was almost like a near replica of your original room without your personal stuff and trinkets you’ve collected.

Letting an exasperated sigh, you felt a bit frustrated at the unfamiliar room. Though you guess The Spectre changed the castle to be the cabin, again. You decide to go and finally play with c00lkid plus explore more but as you walked towards the door, you heard some noises from the other side. Odd.. You did not smell any scent indicating anyone was near.

Ever since being in this room you can’t even smell your own scent.

Placing a hand on the handle and twisting it, you did not expect to be face to face with not one, BUT TWO survivors. You don’t not know the names but you do recognize them as the one who would always build and the other would always slashed you with their sword.

They both freeze, pausing their conversation as they finally take notice of you. The one with an orange hat narrowed their eyes, sending you a glare. While the other one just glanced to the side. Who the fu-

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

What about the Doors/Pressure shopkeepers trying to pretend they aren't giving their crush special treatment when in groups. Like, special inventory, discreet discounts, all that jazz

Jeff (Doors)

"Oye, I see what you're doin', Jeff. Thought you weren't one for giving out freebies."

*shrug*

"Don't play dumb! I saw you sneak the skeleton key into their bag! Even Bob's a witness!"

No matter what El Goblino says, Jeff will just wave off any accusations of him giving you "special treatment" whenever you stopped by the shop with your group.

While none of them donated to the tip jar, you were the only one who ever did...and even when you came back again and again, it was always you who showed him charity.

The rest of your group would just argue over what to spend their money on, try to rush ahead, mess with his radio, etc. etc.

But you trust Jeff, and he trusts you <3

So you get small discounts on his wares, and despite him not being able to speak, you could tell he's only looking after you.

The goblin jokes about Jeff's little "crush" on you...then he sees the entity's eyes widen and realizes "wait amigo,,I wasn't being serious do you actually like them?????"

He just shoos him away and will deny it to kingdom come, but it is true.

The moment you realized his feelings for you was when Rush attacked the shop once, and you thought you were done for-

When Jeff instinctively pulled you behind the counter and slammed the shutter down, keeping you uncomfortably close (yet somehow you've never felt safer).

When it's all over, he blushes and lets you go free.

You thank him with a small kiss on the forehead(?) and promise to see him again soon.

The next time you get duped by Dupe, or attacked by Eyes, Timothy, Screech, or a snare and need to heal...you discover a few bandaids in your pocket that weren't there previously...

Huh.

Wonder who gave you those?

Sebastian (Pressure)

Normally, Sebastian doesn't care to make personal connections with any of the expendables.

He's just there as their supplier before seeing them off on their journey, hoping they're putting his resources to good use.

But recently he's been seeing you more often, coming by with a new group or by yourself, trying your best to survive long enough to reach him.

Ofc, you've died to stupid things before (or maybe you're just trying to get all the monster documents..in which he's convinced you're some masochist), but you did have the most common sense out of your group and didn't try to annoy him.

The others just waste flash beacon charges on trying to blind the poor guy and stick the keycard in a medkit they couldn't afford...and for what?

Why do your "friends" do that? Are they stupid or something?

You tell them to stop, and it's...actually kinda nice to hear somebody willing to defend him.

People usually don't give a shit about the giant scary fish's feelings, yet for some reason you do.

Of course, Sebastian was reasonably suspicious about it.

"Are you acting this way just to get a freebie?" He assumes. "Because if you are, then you're definitely as stupid as-"

"No, I'd never do that to you." You shake your head. "You're here, helping us survive out there, risking a lot to get us those supplies...is it wrong for me to appreciate that?"

"......"

He goes quiet for a minute, but after the rest of your group leaves, he asks you to stay for a moment.

"You were looking at this Necrobloxicon for a while...you must reeeeally want it, huh?" He grins, flicking his tail where the book was strapped. "It's a rarity."

"I...can't afford that. I'm fine with this dingy flashlight-"

"It's yours for 70% off. Take it or leave it."

You do a double take. "Wait, wha-"

"70% off. Take it. Or leave it." He says through gritted teeth, impatient, only to smile when you accept the deal without further question. "Good. Now don't go telling anyone I'm offering discounts. That's your only one unless I feel generous. Capiche?"

"Gotcha. Thank you, Seb. This means a lot. I hope to see you again soon." You smile back, holding the spooky book tightly, and leave him alone with his thoughts.

And a warm and fuzzy feeling in his chest-

Wait.

"Oh no....what the fuck am I doing????? That's it! NO more discounts for anyone, Sebastian!" He scolds himself.

Little does he know, he's gonna keep giving them out, but only for you.

[anoliverbranch]

Ok

[sigilcatt]

Hii

Sebastian x Reader where they don't have enough data so they just ask if they can pay w/ a kissy?

zomg this is so cute???

{reader is GN}

So far, the totality of this expedition sucked.

Signing up to fetch some stupid crystal for your freedom sounded like a flawless idea, sure. If you dismissed the plethora of creatures making an effort to kill you along the way. (Not like the people who sent you here cared, mind you.) You were chastised for any mistakes, even though they refused to even inform you about the opposing dangers to begin with. It was more of an…inconvenience if you happened to fail.

Regardless, between having to avoid possesed lockers, shadowy figures, and whatever those god-awful anglers were, you thought you were pretty damn good at this.

You’d managed to stay alive so far, approaching yet another door, this one marked “43.”

Hopefully this one would be easier than the last..

Gently slipping a thin, blue keycard inside the reader that had been installed into the door, waiting for it to hiss open with a scowl on your face. The door parted and swept aside, revealing yet another dark hallway before you.

Dammit, You thought with a groan, fumbling around in your bag to retrieve your flashlight. It was already low on juice, and of course, you had no batteries on you. Just your luck. Shaking it awake, the warm golden light illuminated the absolute mess of the corridor; large crates looked as if they’d been violently thrown across the room, one even appeared to have left minor damage to one of the many thick pipes lining the walls to your left.

Plus the considerable ragged clawmarks that laced the floor, but it was better to ignore those, no?

Taking a few deep breaths, you forced yourself to stray deeper into the space, your light scanning over each and every crevice. You weren’t about to risk letting anything jump out at you.

Except for the vent grille, apparently.

An earsplitting smash reverberated throughout the chambers as it rammed against the nearby wall, bouncing back for a mere second before collapsing onto the floor.

“What the hell-?!”

Out of shock, you dropped your flashlight, the generous amount of light you’d been given now gone as it rolled away from your feet. As you scrambled to pick it back up, a voice echoed through the vent opening.

“Got something for you.”

You narrowed your eyes at the small gap, quickly realizing who it was with frustation bubbling in your gut.

Sebastian. That 10ft sea monster that lingered around these areas, offering you useful supplies in exchange for data. You rolled your eyes with a sigh as you got on your knees, wincing with discomfort as you made your way through the vent to see him.

Of course it was him. Who else would it be? As much as he annoyed you with his unwarranted attitude and sass, he was still…nice to be around. Made things less lonely.

“Ah, you, welcome back.” He greeted, though of course laced his voice with sarcasm. “Really thought you’d be dead by now.”

“I’m more capable than you think, Seb,” You retorted, crossing your arms as you glared up at him, almost actually insulted he doubted you.

His long, grey, scaly tail sat curled against the wall, his selling items neatly attached to it. He scowled right back at you, demonstrating his usual toothy grin as his fins twitched slightly. “Sure.” He hissed softly.

You ignored him, browsing his wares with tired eyes. You approached his tail, ripping off a silvery flashlight and examining it. Without a second thought, you stuffed it into your bag and began to leave.

“Where are you going?” Sebastian scoffed. Abruptly, his wide tail clasped over the vent opening, preventing you from leaving. “You haven’t paid. You must actually be stupid, huh?”

“You owe me!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms into the air. “You scared me and made me drop my first flashlight. Now its’ broken, thanks.”

“Oh dear, really?” Sebastian hissed, feigning concern in his voice.

You groan in frustration as the sarcasm hit you, yanking your bag open to find any data you’d collected along the way. You were hoping to get this interaction over with, if he was going to be this sassy.

“Oh..damn..”

You stared into your palms, which held a few scraps of data, some of which were even broken during your travels. Whatever it was, you definetly did not carry enough to afford anything.

Sebastian laughed softly, seemingly observing this as well. “Too bad, then. That’s really embarrassing, I might add.”

“Wait, seriously?!” You clamored, desperate to leave here with something. “I can figure something out!”

“We had a deal. One you agreed to, in case you forgot. Either you pay, or you get nothing, sweetheart.” He added the taunting nickname with a scoff, reaching to take your bag from you.

You leapt away, knowing he’d tear it to pieces with his claws, even if he was trying to be gentle. Which he wasn’t, of course, but still.

“Wait, wait, I can-” You protested. An idea struck you suddenly. Not a very easy one, but it was something, at least. Oh well, what did you have to lose besides your life and freedom?

Sebastian pulled his hand away, narrow eyes boring into you as he waited for you to finish.

“How would you feel about some sort of…romantic gesture? Like, I don’t know, a fucking kiss or something?” You offered, preparing to be screamed out of the room.

But, to your surprise, that didn’t happen. He simply kept that narrow-eyed glare. At first, you thought he might not have heard you, so you drew in a breath to speak again. “I mean, come on. You think I can’t tell you at least like my presence a little? You’ve given me discounts and let me just sleep in here whenever.”

It was silent for a minute. The events you’d listed were true, however. You could recall moments when you’d just been so drained that he reluctantly allowed you to use his tail as some sort of pillow to rest with, along with the discounts on items he claimed were just him being in a “good mood” at the time.

“That desperate, are we?” Sebastian laughed, his voice yanking you out of your daydreams. He thought on your proposal for a few agonizingly long seconds before letting out a deep sigh. “…Fine.”

You let out a breath you didnt know you’d been holding, practically gripping your newfound flashlight as if it were your only lifesource. (It might as well be, considering your conditions, honestly..)

You opened your mouth to continue, though all that escaped you was a startled gasp as Sebastian lifted you off the ground. Cold, sharp claws grasped onto you with a gentleness you didn’t know he was capable of as he held you, level to his scaly face.

Your hands grabbed onto whatever part of his claws you could in order to keep yourself from falling as you stared at him with wide eyes.

“So?” He remarked with a frown. You cleared your throat with a deep breath. “Right..”

You leaned in further, pushing your hands against the side of his face as support before pressing your lips against him. Your body seemed to heat up as you did so, finding an odd sense of comfort as you let it linger for a few extra seconds.

“Mmh.” A satisfied hum escaped Sebastian as he gently curled his claws further around your body. Though the fear of falling wasn’t an issue for you right now. All you could seem to think about was the current situation, and the way it made you feel.

Eventually, you pulled away, wiping your mouth as you cleared your throat. You stared up at him, taking in the slight smirk being thrown your way.

“Good enough for you?” You asked, your voice softer than usual.

“Very,” He sighed, placing you down carefully. Your legs trembled as your feet finally touched the ground, due to the being held midair like that, and also maybe the fact that you had just kissed a sea creature you were told to avoid at all costs.

You tightened the hold on your flashlight as you stared off into space, thinking on your recent actions. Of course it earned you something, but holy shit.

In an attempt to take your mind off this, you sat down, arms wrapped around your legs as the lack of energy finally got to you. Sitting against the wall, you let out a sigh.

“Could I stay for a bit?”

“…For a few hours.” Sebastian exhaled, arms crossed as he glanced down at you.

You smiled, a silent ‘thank you’ as you let the well-deserved sensation of rest overcome you.

This was going to be an odd story to tell when you got back.

so sorry if this is shit, /gen , I haven’t written in forever , plus im much better with hcs 💔

[slepptstudios]

Small peek at chapter one bcus I'm planning to hit 10k words and then I'll post it👍

Mb for taking a bit- I'll be honest the author curse hit a lot harder than I thought it would💀💀💀

-Sleppy

[donutz]

Sebastian Solace accidently meeting reader

Sebastian was looking for items resulted in seeing you

— Sebastian actually doesn't do that, he just comes across them and uses it for sales

Warnings: Non human reader; Reader is 11'4, taller than Sebastian!!; Reader has a small tail, that's hidden under there clothes; Reader isn't naked, you have clothes on yay!!; You have 4 extra eyes from being mixed with a spider; Bad words, again

Here's a body reference I drew, with a mouse!! ^_^ It's not that good but i tried my best ,^^ the tiny text says spider

“Ugh, these doors are so small”.. You thought.

You had to crouch through them, every. Single. Time. Why not bust out of a window? You looked at the wide glass to your left, thinking. Yeah why not.

Jumping through it, you realized that those were really weak windows. They might as well have been just the wall if they were really that weak! You would think that they were tempered at least.

You swim and swim, occasionally stopping to peer into the rooms. Sometimes you’d even knock on the windows to look at the squiddles. The other monsters never appeared, but those ones did.

After passing through many walls and windows, you look into another room. Seeing a tall humanoid like creature just sliding through.

Wait what.

You do a double take, not expecting another one to look like you.

Slightly swaying your legs, you move towards the glass. Putting your hands on it. You can only see the backside of him, looking him up and down. Just out of interest and curiosity.

He stops searching through the drawers and turns to his side, not seeing you. He moves to the next room, and you move right with him. It seems like he’s looking for items.

He looks at the window anddd.. Flinches back, with his palm facing you right in front of his chest. You hear his mumbled yell through the glass.

You wave.

As if you didn’t just startle him.

Smiling really wide, just no teeth showing, your small tail wagging.

You hear him curse. Uhm.. You move to the side and break the window with your fist,

“Oops” You say after putting your head through the hole.

Turning your head, you were going to say hello, but he was gone! You break through the window using your whole body, and fix it up with your… Powers!

“Come back”! You shout, crawling through the doors, each time you did, you saw him.

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME”!!

That wasn’t a very good first meeting, but it happened again. You saw him again. And again. And again. You know the drill by now yeah?

By the fourth time, he wasn’t phased.

Sigh, “Are you trying to get on my nerves or something”?

“How? I just want to see you”!

His face scrunches in confusion, “What”.

“I said I just wanted to see you! You’re only making yourself more mad with that temper of yours”.

His face fell monotone, ignoring you as he slithered through the doors.

You followed right behind him, or next to him. He didn’t want you behind him just in case you decided to do something dirty.

You observe him everytime he searches through the drawers, checks under them, and looks through the lockers.

While he was searching through a drawer, you asked a question.

“Why do you search for the items ‘n stuff”?

He closes the drawer, standing up. He turns around to face you.

“Why are you still here with me”?

“You didn’t answer my question”.

“You didn’t answer mine”.

You giggle, “You’re funny, Sebastian”.

He looks surprised that you even know his name, clenching his fists he yells out—

“HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME”?!

Now it’s your turn to look surprised. 

“From a certain shark”.

He scowls, ‘Dang it Eyefestation’.

“Anywho now that I answered yours, you answer mine”.

“You still didn’t answer my other question”.

“Then let’s take turns”.

You two stared at each other. Each stares having different meaning.

One with danger, confusion, and a small chance of fear.

The other with interest and sincerity.

One not being able to tell if it’s a mask.

The other being able to tell that One is scared.

“... Fine. It’s for my shop that I hold for the other players. Now what about you? Why are you still here with me”?

“Well it’s because I find you quite interesting really. I haven’t seen any other creature—”

‘Creature’?

“— Like you. You seem kinda on edge and I want to get to know you. Personally, I think you have a very kind heart”.

‘Kind heart? What the hell are you even saying’..

Your smile stays on your face, not once lingering. Your left hand gently grips your right wrist while both arms are behind your back. You sway side to side.

“Is your question answered Sebastian”?

“Don’t call me that”.

“Then what should I call you”?

“... Solace. Call me Solace”.

“Oh that’s a nice name. It kind of matches with your icy nature”.

Ughh. He verbally groaned. He slithered over to the next door, going through it, with you of course, following behind him.

Going through a few more doors, you ask—

“Can I see your shop”?

“Yeah fine, whatever. There’s no point since you probably don’t have any data anyways”.

“You use data as a currency? For what”?

“You ask—... Nevermind, yeah, I do. It’s so I could blackmail Urbanshade”.

He halfway turns his head to look at you, stopping.

“You’re not going to use that against me, a- are you”?

‘Shit’.

Your smile falters, realizing that he’s serious. And afraid.

“Of course not! I don’t even know what that is anyways”. You smile.

His mouth slightly opens, surprised.

“You- You’re not one of their experiments”?

“No! I was born like this! My parents were the experiments, but then I escaped”.

Sebastian didn’t say anything. How could you say that so— so happily?! A- And right in front of him too! You two just met h- how could—... How could you trust him so EASILY?!

After a bit of silence, you moved on.

“Anywayss!! I wanna see your shop! Show me”!

You walk ahead, leaving Sebastian standing there by himself baffled. Before he shakes his head and continues to move.

Eventually you two find his shop and you chill.

You see his documents on the table and question him, asking who’s documents are those. He tells you that they’re his.

“Can I buy em”?

“You got 1000 data”?

“I got my backstory”!

“... Sorry, data’s the only currency”.

“Oh man :(”

I read all of this and this seems like a quick read :(

[r0manceplanet]

Could we perhaps maybe have any mafioso x reader headcanons? Anything with him really

Oh yes, OF COURSE you can have them!!! Oh my god and your also my first request too, I was so happy to get this

And this is just an excuse to write for my pookie mafioso right now :3 enjoy!!!

MAFIOSO 🐇

• Well I must say, congratulations for winning over this gentleman! It’s pretty tough to date him but as long as y’all are on good terms it won’t be too hard.

• He would treat you so well, seriously! Once you start dating him expect to get the royal treatment right away… Like, do you need someone killed? Don’t worry that’s already taken care of! Or do you perhaps need something from the store? It’s just a few minutes away he wouldn’t mind.

• I also don’t really think that he was very comfortable with PDA, at least before he met you that is… when y’all are dating he started to get more comfortable with physical touch and got better at initiating it after some time.

• I also headcanon that whenever he’s out with his gang, I feel like they would always go get pizza after a good killing spree, and he would always bring own your own pizza for you when he arrives at home.

• I also feel like he would get jealous whenever he sees someone flirting with you? It’s probably silly, but not to him. He will show them that your his and off limits, or he could maybe just kill them off, but he doesn’t wanna do that to you anyways.

• He will always make sure your protected no matter what, even if he’s not there, he’ll have his soldiers watch over you whenever your out somewhere and mafioso is no where to be found for now, so if anyone seems like a threat to you, they’ll disappear and you’ll know why.

• He would totally let you wear his clothes, especially his coat!! And if your small and his coat is really big on you he will just be in awe and hug you just because of how adorable you look!

• Back to some of the other headcanons, other than him bringing you pizza home, he would always come home with a small gift for you, I feel like he shows his love through gift-giving, and they’re always thoughtful everytime.

• For dates, he would take you out to more quiet and less crowded areas like the coffee shop in the early mornings or even at a bookstore, dates will rarely happen because he has to remain unknown to a lot of people, I think y’all would get this lol.

• He’s very boyfriend material, probably and most likely everyone’s dream man if we’re being honest here. He deserves a solid 10/10 for being the best lover.

A/N: if anyone wants to send me any mafioso or any of the characters for requests PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEE do so if you can !!!! especially if it’s more mafioso I’d be happy to upload some content for forsaken :3

[jiushankong]

🐰

[yu-shins]

Oh ho, it's already March 18th!!

QUICKLY KISS YOUR JOHN DOE!!!!!

[pearlescentparade]

Omg someone who does forsaken YAY 😭 headcanons for Two time x deity user that’s based off of the spawn point cuz like two times in a cult or something

heh... ive gotten requests for two time..... two times [gets shot]

🔄 two time x spawn deity! reader headcanons 💞

utterly devoted to you. you literally represent all of that which they believe in, why wouldn't they be??

always by your side, or following you. they're a Shadow, after all

their insanity intensifies, but they insist that they feel at peace with you. the problem is, it's only with you. when you're not around, they feel restless and irrational

they might have separation anxiety

you need to remind them to eat, sleep and take basic care of themself because they forgo those in order to spend all of their time with you

would do anything you ask them to, so it's easy to get them to do the last headcanon if you frame it as if it's an assignment from you

"it's late. many mortals sleep at this hour."

"that's okay, i don't need to sleep!"

"...i grow weaker with my followers. i ask you to sleep so my power is maintained."

"ah, i see! then goodnight, my god. please watch over my dreams!!"

only ever refers to you as "my god", never your name or anything else

whether you're actually connected to the cult or not, they'll follow you above everything else. why settle with the believers when they could have the belief itself?

refuses to tell the cult about you, despite being a fellow member. they believe you've chosen them as your most devoted and faithful follower, and if the others knew about you, two time's worried you'll be too occupied with the other members to gaze upon them again

you agree with not telling the cult, but rather because you're already bothered enough by the one member. you can't imagine dealing with several at the same time if they're all as clingy as two time is

meeting you makes them feel like all the terrible things they've done were worth it

you've tried to isolate yourself from them, feeling that no mortal should ever be so bonded to a deity and it would only lead to ruin

it was no use. they found you, no matter where you were

akin to a dog, loyal and dependent

a bit annoying to be honest. when it gets too much you just kill them and respawn them to teach them a lesson. it's traumatizing and excruciatingly painful, so you don't know why they keep coming back to you even so

sometimes other deities tease you about them

"oh? i see your little puppy isn't with you today."

"refrain from referring to my follower like they're an animal, lest you desire for me to sick them onto you."

they like to be cupped in your palms and brought close to your face when you're in a larger form

you like to put them into a forcefield and lightly shake them around like a hamster in a hamsterball. two time does not find this nauseating activity as amusing as you do but they suck it up and deal with it because you look pleased doing it to them

two time gets very overprotective when someone approaches you. clutching their dagger, they're ready to strike at any sign of danger

you think it's foolish for a fragile mortal to risk and endanger their life for a deity that doesn't die as easily. though you tell them this many times, two time still persists on it

desperate for your approval

loves to bring you gifts, though you say you've no need for material things. think of it as sacrificial offerings! hand-made bracelets, food, a body... a body?

thankfully, they were only an unconscious person that two time happened upon while on their way to meet with you.. and thought it was a good idea to sacrifice them to you. you released them and reprimanded two time

they've attempted to offer their blood, but you quickly stopped them before they could draw it with their dagger, reminding them that harm to them harms you too. that was enough to get them to never consider it again

has a shrine dedicated to you, complete with incense and pictures and statuettes made in your likeness

lowkey wants to sever you from your divinity and ground you to the mortal realm

(a/n: this concept kinda crazy this is like if u were buddhist and siddhartha gautama himself was real and was ur bff like can u imagine anyway i imagine this relationship would be super codependent and a bit more on the unhealthy side considering reader's mere existence would fuel two time's obsession with the spawn so i hope i did well at portraying that!)

[l00kingatthem00n]

Descends from Above…

West… Give me Angst.. forsaken… forsaken single dad 007 angst…

━━ A PLEA TO THE WORLD ENDING.

WARNINGS: canon-typical violence, descriptions of death, descriptions of injuries, self-depreciation [from 007n7], and angst.

To think that he'd be within his consciousness again, contemplating the immortal mortality that you both have. Sometimes, he wishes that this could be the end. And sometimes, he wishes that it wouldn't be. But who is he to decide in a world like this?

DEATH IS NEVER THE END. To truly die in this limbo, the Spectre offers you permission from the salvation you’re kept from. Oh, but it never does and it never will. Never-ending is its procurement of twisted spectacles as blood and viscera are scattered about, with the cries of the woeful accompanying each sight. The others are resolute, more than 007n7 ever will be. While they remain unrelenting and unyielding beneath the oppression of the Spectre’s design, he wishes more and more to no longer struggle against the strife before him. The death that has come to him is mind-numbing. Each slash against his skin, each toxin that bubbles his blood, each spike puncturing his limbs, and each ember setting him alight; He so loosely holds onto the fine strands of what he calls his sanity. However, what keeps him somewhat complacent about all this suffering, is you. You, who despite everything, have chosen to stay with him. 

Therefore, 007n7 knows this isn’t the end. It isn’t the end for him. It isn’t the end for you. Nevertheless, the two of you are going to die, undergo its excruciating process and have your lives violently stripped away. And what cruel irony it is, that your mutual undoing is once again by that of which you both loved: C00lkidd. He was just a boy, just your son. Then, he was something else, something like the monstrosities that lurk within the deepest recesses of this purgatory. That doesn’t take away the fact that you still loved him- He still does too, of course he would. That’s his world, that boy is and always will be his world. And he sees the disbelief, the pain, the grief, that finds itself on your features as you can only witness somebody so innocent slaughter others so relentlessly. He knows it too. He remembers the first time he felt so relieved to see his son, only to be met with a deep wound that burned his flesh. 

Yet, as he could think himself numbed to the possibilities, 007n7’s mind works against him. It’s nothing more than a thought. A thought so improbable that it feels useless to entertain. Even then, the others have become nothing more than corpses, splattered gore that serve as grotesque decorations to the carnival you’re both stuck within. Now, you’re curled against his side, trying to stifle your frantic breaths with your tears welling from another one of your son’s cuts. All of the medkit's scattered about had already been exhausted, used in a messy attempt to preserve Elliot’s life. It didn’t work out. Everything after that was a chain of miserable happenings. Cautiously, he lets out a sigh as he peeks on either side of the shambling buildings you’re both hidden against. He tries to think; He does. But, your pained grunts and stifled cries reel him from any rational thoughts. He lingers on all the misfortune that could befall you. He lingers on what really scares him.

That you will finally die like this. 

007n7 could care less about what happens to him, well-being nothing more than an afterthought to him. After all, he thinks it’s only fair. With his history, with his heartlessness on his conscience, it’s only fair that someone like him is met with the worst. Should he be nothing but gore, viscera remains- It means little to him. Though if it were anybody else, if it were his son or if it were you? Then, he’d think it’d be undeserving, nothing but absolute blasphemy. For 007n7 would let himself lament in limbo forever because he sees himself fit for such a fate. But, maybe this fate is worse than what he desires. This is worse than a tortured eternity or death itself. He is nothing but weak and helpless as he watches his son kill you. Again, again, and again. 

“007n7,” You softly his utter name.

He returns to the present moment, blinking hastily at your call before realizing that he’s only been standing there. He kneels next to you as you sound like you’re about to hack your lungs, especially as the waves of blood trickle from between your lips. Yet, as if the gashing wound across your stomach was nothing, your hand gently intertwines with his. 007n7 sheepishly looks at you. His trembling fingers reciprocate your almost reassuring affection as he squeezes your hand. In the distance, you can hear your son excitedly rambling. It’s indistinct but you could figure out what he would have been saying. You tilt your head upwards, admiring the canopy of imitated stars above the two of you. Then, you let out a long sigh.

“We’ve got two whole minutes before it’s over,” You grunt. “Our chances are slim,  no way we’ll be making it out together- even at all.” 

“...Maybe, he’ll be exhausted?”

You snort at his words, “Did we not raise the kid, 007n7? That boy has lots of energy, I doubt he’s going to suddenly wanna nap.” 

There you are again, making light of the devastating situation you’re in. You’re smiling at him, and he can only sheepishly return your unbothered expression. Maybe, just maybe, that if you were to both die like this, then he’d be okay with it. Despite the grime and blood that covers your visage, the gore that’s been made of your body, and the exhausted expression faintly woven into your features, you look content. 007n7 could never exactly know how or why you find yourself so resilient in these oppressive circumstances. Though that is what he loves about you most, that you’d always soothe his worries. And so, if you and him were to finally have the world end before you, he wouldn’t mind. He’d hated to leave his son alone, leaving him with the possible realization that he had killed his parents. The sentiment stays the same. He’d like to die with you in his arms beneath the mimicked starlight. 

“Well, we did all we could,” You weakly hum before coughing. “Ghrg- I’ll…I’ll see you again.”

Again. You’ll see him again. He purses his lips together in a thin line. His nervousness is brief, but it’s ever evident. Will you be seeing him again? Will you be there again? Will you close your eyes, let death wash over you once more, and will you return to that cabin like nothing had ever happened? You seem to catch onto his incessant worries and you click your tongue disapprovingly. Your other hand, though heavily soaked in your blood, reverently cradles his cheek. You’re a little clammy. You’re a little stiff. You’re a little cold too, maybe too cold. 007n7 eyes widen for a moment before he closes them in contentment. His lips are gentle against the top of your head. For all that has transpired so far, within your arms, he feels safe again. That momentary reprieve barely lasts.

“Where are you? Let’s keep playing!” Your son whines, the noise echoing throughout the carnival grounds. 

Then, before you know it, hasty footsteps make their way to your shambling shelter. C00lkidd's malformed figure peeks from the wall and the grin on his face only widens. Without any warning, he lunges at the both of you with the Firebrand clasped loosely in his hand. Quickly, you push 007n7 out of the way and he stumbles forward. What happens after is blurry, the stress dulling his senses but he can commit the noise to memory. 

An all too familiar song and dance. You’re screaming for him to run and he can hear the crackling embers from the sword. His son is laughing ecstatically, unaware of the life he’s ripping away from you. And all he can do is run, run as his world ends again. You’re going to die. Maybe, he’s going to die too. But, to truly die in this limbo, the Spectre offers you permission from the salvation you’re kept from. And so, death is never the end. 

AUTHOR'S NOTE: @rosehollowed WAKE UP BRODIE 007N7. this was actually really hard to write purely because i think a struggle a lot with writing angst BUT OH WELL!! im fine with the end product right now :) anyway, hi everyone!! we should be back on schedule LOL. i got to do some stuff, but we'll see how it goes.

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A TRULY VEHEMENT FOLLOWING

Obsessed! (?) Two Time x Reader

Hey guys sorry for being off the radar for a while it's because I finally got my milestone IV Two Time yippie! Anyways even though this story isn't that dark it deserves a warning or two so only read if you're okay with it!

The moon was hung low in the sky, its silver light filtering through the gnarled branches of the dead trees that surrounded the clearing. A cold wind blew through the forest, carrying the scent of damp earth and something metallic.

On the ground, a pattern of symbols was drawn in red chalk, bleeding into the soil like veins forming a sun with sharp blades. The air was heavy with silence, broken only by distant rustling of leaves and the soft chanting of the cultists in a circle around the ritual. They were all in black, their faces hidden, and murmuring in hushed tones, their hands raised to the sky as if calling something.

In the center of the circle, a stone altar stood, cold and ancient, with flickering candles that cast long shadows. The cult leader, in deep purple robes, raised a ceremonial dagger above the altar, his voice growing louder with each word.

"The spawn answer our call! You have promised an incarnate of your divine being! A living person to free us from our suffering! We call you as a testament to the answer to our deeds, an answer to your eternal divinity."

A crackling sound split the air. Lightning struck. The heavens themselves seemed to tear open. A shimmer appeared in the center of the symbol. There was no time to react. The center of the symbol had a person now. A person in robes, a giant witch hat, and skeletal wings and a tail. The person on the center flailed as they hit the ground. You blinked in shock. A little dazed as you tried to make sense of what was happening.

One moment you were playing DnD with your friends having fun and thinking it was the best day ever and the next you’re in the middle of a ritual greeted by people you don't know or would like to know in the matter of fact. It was all a blur on the events that transpired next, you were entitled with being the so-called incarnation of a higher being as so to say having the signature signs of the one most normally believed to be affiliated with their 'higher being' or at least blessed by them. Wings embraced by a skeletal cover? Well check. A tail that's also skeletal and arches into a circle? Check. You argue that it's all a coincidence and none of it is true to which the one who conducted the ritual calmly stated for you to prove it. Flabbergasted and surprised that the cult is actually hearing you out, you tried to pull off the wings and the tail the main signs of what ensnares you but all you were met with is a forceful pain as you try to do so. Now the cult believes you to be their promised one you were quickly endowed with robes and garments fit for royalty and now you were just... Here.

As you stayed within the cult as they prohibited you from leaving their watchful eyes, you were frankly bored and to pass the time the cult decided to give you one of their own as a subordinate his name was Two Time though they were a bit awkward in your first meeting stumbling and bumbling over their own words as they called you his 'Divine' one.. They truly meant well as they would always accommodate on what you asked for, would always be on your beck and call, they're also quite a looker despite their pale complexion and clumsy personality. As time went on they became more open and more comfortable with talking to you yet they still call you by a title and wouldn't budge no matter what you say. Well life here can't be that bad right?

Two Time is a person with a strong sense of faith no matter whether it be their belief or not they will stand by what they think is the truth or what they deem it to be. So, imagine their surprise when you came along a person which the cult admitted being the incarnation of the 'Spawn' sure they were ecstatic, but they can't help but feel doubtful of your identity. The spawn responding after the graceful silence they've been in for the past decade. Even a person with unwavering faith in the cult is a bit skeptical to say the least though they wouldn't question you themselves as if the following deemed it so they would oblige. It would come as another surprise that the leader of the following would assign himself as the subordinate of the so-called incarnation of the spawn though they wanted to reject the initial offer their faith and their belief in the following made them agree in Favour of it as if it was asked of them, they would do so.

So they met you in person, a little in awe in how great you personally looked, a person who's tacked and well-dressed being adorned the finest of robes and a set of functioning skeletal tails and wings. They were oddly enamored by those features of yours they wondered how it would feel against their hands as gently caressed would it hurt? Two Time heard the process of getting those wings and tail is the process of constant pain and suffering but it's a blessing to be given another chance at life and yet you seem relatively fine in the fact almost unbothered by the presence of it.

Is it because you're truly the incarnation? They have no clue. Breaking their thoughts as they see you looking at them in anticipation, they clumsily introduce themselves as well as stating the purpose of being your personal subordinate. The more Two Time stares at you as you shake the hand that's been outreached to you the more weirded out, they are regarding your position. Your touch is a little warm and out of place as it braces their hands... It felt weird to feel this way but, it isn't unwelcome it just feels off as if they don't deserve this something... Out of his league to say so. Two Time jitters back to reality as they hastily retract their hand and once more to mutter his name albeit more silent. No more words were said that day they just stood still in your quarters and would do the actions they were asked to do so by you.

Their opinion would come to change as day by day they got to spend time with you personally as your subordinate. Two Time would be often tasked to be by your side when conducting with the daily hearings and prayers conducted by the following. You were to be kept hidden and concealed as the hearings happened as to respect your reverence thought they became more lighthearted and accepted your position as the incarnation, a little nagging voice in their mind tells them to be skeptical of the slightest chance you aren't. The hearings happened as normal, the followers would tell you upon their days, sins, blessings, wishes, hopes and you would be the person to listen and perhaps grant them the blessing of forgiveness or the blessing of granting those requests.

Two time stood still by the area you were concealed and hidden only your voice being heard as one of the followers of the cult rambled on about his day and how he always wanted to own a simple bakery on the block spreading cheer and joy to those who eats inside his bakery, he described what the bakery should look like and the aesthetic he was going for he prayed that you would grant his wish even though he was just a new member. You thought his dreams were endearing and was honestly looking for an out to be kicked out of the cult, if you told this man, you would grant his wish, and it didn't happen wouldn't they realize you're fake? So, you decided to offer your words of confirmation to him. "When the dawn's light breaks the night, a secret shall take flight; what heart's desire in slumber's keep, will bloom anew with morning's leap." The follower seemed to have understood what you meant and jumped up in joy thanking you for hearing him out and left promptly after. "Why'd you grant his request and not the others?" Two Time asked as they noticed out of all the requests that you could have given affirmation to you chose the single last one which was definitely the hardest to grant. You decided to think about it and honestly out of all the requests you took, that single follower was probably the one you liked the best. As other people asked for things like forgiveness or advice, and you were honestly bored of that and since you needed a way to disprove yourself why not? You left the area to where you would be concealed as you patted Two Time's back "You don't trust me?" Two Time looked at you for a bit and shook their head "It's not that I don't it's just... I'm sorry my Divinity.. I shouldn't question your intentions." You chucked a bit at their dull reaction "Don't worry Two Time you'll always be my favourite subordinate or uh... Servant for that matter." You said as a joke, but little did you see as Two Time hid their head to look at the other side, they were blushing although just a little bit.

The next day to your surprise somehow the follower you granted the request to get his wish granted. Even though you were surprised as he barged in and thanked you, ruining another person's hearing in the moment, the word in the following quickly got out that a wish of a follower has been granted. Two Time being the most surprised as they felt guilty and scared of confronting you as a follower of their degree should have never doubted you in the first place. As you wrapped up your final hearings for the day and was about to step out Two Time told you there was one more hearing you needed to attend to, and it was theirs. They asked for forgiveness as they kneeled to you head down, you gently cup their cheeks as you ruffled his hair in a playful manner. "It doesn't matter if you believe me or not all that it matters is that you stay true to yourself besides you're my favored one no matter what you do I'll see it in a good light." You say not giving it much thought as you're not accustomed to Two Time taking everything so seriously and this time it won't end up good for the both of you. Two Time raised their head blushing, looking at you like they spent their whole life waiting to see you, they rubbed their face onto your hand's eyes closed as they gently held your hands with their own. "I'll serve you earnestly. I promise my great one." You sighed as you thought in your head 'You won't be saying that for long anyway.'

Each and every time you would try to disprove yourself and escape it would somehow be disproved and it would end up making you look more like a deity than a fraud. A person asked for a blessing? They got it immediately. Materialistic desires? Somehow got granted. The more you think about it the more you realized the people in the cult wasn't all that bad sure they may look scary but they have their own lives though the practices to get a second life is indeed not what you thought it'd be you were disensitized as you never really felt part of their own world though Two Time in the other hard grew more faithful day by day. As a person whose faith reigned more than their own morality Two Time knows they shouldn't feel this way about you, they've always wondered what it feels like to embrace you as theirs as they would often look at you for an alarming amount of time before shaking their head and looking away, but can you blame them? You've always seemed to give them special treatment though you were monotone and serious when it came to other followers, you were smiling and showing your emotions only to them, they feel special as to be the person who receives your attention and trust. They know they shouldn't feel this way but it gets hard to do so each fleeting moment they spend together and the more Two Time thinks about you the more twisted his obsession becomes as in their mind the only fitting subordinate to ever grave your presence was them.

It started off innocent and cute really... Two Time would become less frigid and cold as you both talked, they would be more worried and concerned for your safety always nagging on how you should take care of yourself they would often to try and initiate small levels of kinship like holding your hands or being close to you a little clingy infact as he would even stand outside your quarters as you slept. This wouldn't last long as the more you spend time with them the more twisted his mind becomes opting to more unconventional means to prove his worth and undying faith to you. He would often enter your quarters after they know you would be sound asleep looking at your sleeping face makes them feel special as they're the only person who's seen you this vulnerable and liable to danger he would often rub their face against yours as they held your hand often thinking how it would feel if you were to embrace them wholly to become one with them, (not that kind.) their heart would beat faster as they caress your wings adorned by a skeletal structure as it felt cool and smooth to their touch, they've always wanted to this. This was their only moment to savor no one else's as only they can see this part of you, as your faithful subordinate no... your only faithful subordinate will be the first and last person to be able to do these things with you. No one else. As time passes on Two Time became more manipulative and vocal about what they didn't like, optioning to tell you on what people thought about you as they realized that even if you are the incarnation you heavily relied on other people's opinion on you, you began to isolate yourself from the following even though you wanted to leave you still taught they were nice people do you didn't want to bother them anymore, to which Two Time became ecstatic as you spent more time with them. If given the chance they would always rest his head on your lap as they embrace your legs muttering how faithful they are to you and that you've changed their life for the better. You would always comb your hands through their hair which would make them feel more special as you chose to embrace them and only them as you could have always pushed them away and rejected them, but you didn't. You always accept everything from them with open arms so ofcourse how aren't they going to feel special? They threw out modestly a long time ago when they stopped thinking of you as a person out of their league and instead thinking you're the only person worth their love.

Your dedicated servant would always be Two Time. No matter what you do or what you say, he is your only devoted servant since without them, no one else in the world would support you as much as they do. They might not be able to hurt anyone for you yet, but only time will tell before a severed head in your bedroom caused by your name will be found. A sacrifice and a statement that only a person as devoted as them will be the only thing you will need.

Notes:

I finished it. Me sleepy. I won't tag anyone because I don't know if they'd like something like this... Thanks to @brain4stew for saying we need more stuff like this it's so true it's simply a need to have more obsessive and yandere type stuff!

Yippie bald two time.