#she will not tolerate arachnophobia :/

[oflolth]

especially in act one, nathbryn is inclined to kill people who kill spiders ( or, at the very least, seriously wound them )

[deliverusfromevillll]

A Sticky Situation [Mammon/F!Reader]

❝ What fuckin' nonsense have ya' been telling y'reself this entire time? ❞

warnings ⨾ blood, descriptions of gore, guns, gunshot wound, choking, swearing, arachnophobia (the irony), established prior connection, soft mammon, sexual content, unresolved sexual tension, resolved angst

terms ⨾ ❝ Drakon ❞ the Latin word meaning "dragon." ❝ Bogan ❞ Australian slang meaning (in negative connotation) someone who's a bit of a nerd or geek, holds no dress sense and/or has poor social skills.

notes  ⨾ I am very much not Australian so when I looked up slang and could not find ANY concrete definitions for anything: I was in major pain. Anyways quick thing because [F/n]'s lore might seem confusing. I created an entirely different race of "humanoid" dragons that acted as the knight/official guards for the Ars Goetia incase of extermination/assassination attempts. [F/n] retired from her position as knight for an unnamed Goetia. This entire chapter was originally 13K words but I felt as though the plot arc with the Goetia drifted way too far from the original point of this fic since it was so, so needlessly lore heavy for a reader insert and made this 100x more angsty like you have no idea. Especially since this is only meant to be two chapters. This chapter was cut down for your reading pleasure! If you would like to be part of the process in between me brainstorming and posting ( as I am currently looking for beta readers ) and/or generally would like to see WIPs feel free to join my discord ( NgT88bybyY ).

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As always minors DNI.| 6.3K words

[F/n] and Mammon's relationship is unique.

He was her boss, and she was his secretary.

Running the errands, info graphing, and scheduling his business appointments when due. But it wasn't so simple.

With his artificially friendly attitude in public, behind the scenes he was nothing but cynical— snarky and demanding. Hardly surprising for the king of greed.

[F/n] was no fan, she made it clear.

Despite the lethal glares and threats she managed to shoot a quip or a snark in return each time. It initially prompted a warning hiss or a growl, an insult or a threat.

Then he resorted to shredding through his confined costume to intimidate her one time after they both seriously got into it. Neither party was satisfied in not having the last word.

Despite however many threats were hurled nothing ever came about them.

[F/n] desired the experience the job gave her and Mammon found her too entertaining to simply let go.

[F/n] and Mammon's relationship is undeniably unique.

But damn, there was no shying away from the fact [F/n] did her job exceptionally well. The best in all of Hell. And that's another one of the handful of reasons why he tolerated her.

"Y'er getting on my nerves lizard." Mammon seethes with a false smile.

He sulks leaning away, poisonous puff of green air seeping though his teeth.

[F/n] raises a brow at him, eye roll following. "I need you to work with me here, asshole." [F/n] adjusted herself, turning towards him.

"If you wanna reduce the immediate damage Asmodeus and his little lapdog made we need to start advertising the twins asap. What's bothering you right now?"

Mammon huffed. "The leftover Fizz merch— sales are declining incase ya' haven't seen mate. I'm losin' money."

[F/n] clicked her tongue.

"Whatever doesn't sell now we can resell in a few weeks as vintage or some other bullshit with a higher price tag. You have any idea how much these loser collectors will pay to get their hands on discontinued merchandise?"

That's all it took for Mammon to light up, snatching [F/n] with his top hands in excitement.

"Y'er a bloody GENIOUS!" He shakes her, dropping her instantaneously. "We could double —no— TRIPLE our profits thanks to these degenerates! Ahh I taught ya' so bloody well!"

Mammon splays his hands towards the imaginary dollar signs in the air, clapping eagerly.

"And that's why I love ya' doll!" He shouts with a hefty grin, giving her a final charmed glance as he turned to make way towards the awaiting camera crew. Robo-Fizzies chasing after him with lighting sticks and microphones.

[F/n] catches herself after his stare, the spines on her tail rattling flustered. Her posture eases before anyone else can see as she flicks her tail in response.

Damn did she hate whenever he said things like that.

It's almost as if he knew the effect he had on her, doing and saying things that would purposefully rile her up. [F/n] refused to acknowledge any part of it, counteractive to the very obvious blush on her completion.

Through the commotion, Mammon smiled charismatically in [F/n]'s direction as their eyes met again. This was going to be a long shoot.

"That went better than I expected." [F/n] mumbles. Mammon appearing in a green cloud next to her. Bells chiming happily.

"Why'dya say that? Doubted me?" He rung.

"Well for all the years I've known you— Accepting you got fucked is definitely not something you're known for... You're taking losing your star clown better than I thought."

Mammon chuckles in amusement.

"Star clown? I am the star clown. With or without him I'll still make a fuck ton o' money." He nudges her. "With y'er— uh, our ideas and my reinforcement I don't see any issue mate."

[F/n] looked very, very, unconvinced. Mammon thinks for a moment before shrugging.

"At the end of the day you are my most valuable asset after all."

"What a way to make a girl feel special Ammo." Her eyes roll.

Mammon only giggled for a moment, attention immediately stolen upon taking in a familiar scent.

The smell of coffee meets his nose as they walk before the café in his estate. It takes him no time to decide he's in the mood for another cup of coffee.

[F/n] could already tell by the expression on his face. However unconvinced about giving the bug even more caffeine after his last.

Mammon playfully puts on a puppy-eyed expression as he bends town to her level.

He shoves his face in front of hers, frowning, the green glow of his pupils becoming brighter. "C'mon doll, ya'd say no to my lil 'ol face?"

His smaller spider eyes make a show as he frowns with an exaggerated pointed lip.

She sighs, gently pushing his face away. "Enough with the eyes. I'll be right back... Not like you'd let me say no anyways asshole."

Like a cat that ate the canary, Mammon smiles triumphantly as he took a moment to get seated on one of the empty tables outside the shop.

He enjoys the smell of coffee beans while searching in her direction through the large glass windows. He watches her make some hand motions towards the menu.

Letting out a big yawn, he blinks blearily. He could use a nap after all this.

Exploiting his employees was hard work after all.

Mammon observes her pull out her wallet, swiping her card. His smile becomes gentler, enamored at the idea of her willingness to spend her own money on him.

He became increasingly aware the expression he wore, quickly clearing his throat to look more serious.

It takes the café worker a second to hand her the single cup of coffee alongside a paper bag. He waves her goodbye with a bold wink, [F/n] unable to hold her laugh.

Mammon gritted his teeth. He conditioned his employees not to unnecessarily pester him, or her, especially when they were out together. Seems like one of them hadn't learned this yet. He took a mental note.

He was about to get up from his seat until [F/n] audibly shut the door behind her with a small jingle. She takes a seat across from him as he leaned forward and snatched the drink from her hand.

"'Bout fuckin' time cunt." He grumbles.

Mammon takes a sip of the cold coffee, ignoring his irritation as the sweet contents hit his tongue.

Or at least he tried to, the sweetness of it tasting rather dull part in due to his thoughts.

"Was this made by that fuckin' bogan?" He wonders.

His hand tenses, squeezing the drink at his palm slightly.

"I got you this." [F/n] mumbled, scooting the bag towards him.

Mammon snaps his attention towards back towards her, pausing to glance between her then the baggie before fishing through it. He pulls out a small box, opening it to reveal a cream colored pastry.

It takes him a moment to collect his thought.

Confused, he asks, "Why the cake, doll? Ya' know all I wanted was my coffee."

"You were feeling like shit earlier." She puts it simply.

Mammon shifted from the cake to her in his peripheral vision.

She was worried about him. Had him in her mind. Considerate about how he felt, albeit she wouldn't admit it out loud.

He couldn't help but grow a fat smile, genuine smile, as he scoots closer towards her.

"I'm starting to think ya' actually care about me, love." [F/n]'s eyes widen for a second.

She looks away from him, scoffing.

"Don't overthink it. I don't want to deal with you when you're in a mood."

Mammon takes a small bite, savoring the even sweeter taste. Humming with delight, he takes another portion of it with the plastic spoon, leaning forward to bring it to her mouth.

[F/n] glances between the cake and Mammon, who's unashamedly eagerly watching her.

"I-I don't—"

"Ahh don't fuckin' be like that mate. It's good, try it!"

The dragon takes a bite, flushed, as she ate the piece in silent agreement. Her tail sticking to her leg somewhat embarrassed.

He was right, the pastry was fluffy and flavorful. Not that she expected any different, that was the reason why she bought it for him. She would've never anticipated this however.

Another spoonful reaches her lips, she accepts it without complaint this time. Expression easing. Her tail wags behind her in satisfaction.

Mammon carefully scoops more, bringing it to her face once again.

[F/n] quickly swallows the bit already in her mouth, shaking her head this time.

"I bought it for you, I'm eating more of it than you are. You're being a little bit too charitable."

"Yeah but who's to say I'm not getting anythin' out of feeding ya', love?" He dotes.

[F/n] felt the tips of her ears warm, tail flicking.

Mammon soaks in her flush, turning to take another sip of his coffee. His eyes follow the direction of his lips for a glance before returning at her image.

He freezes for a moment, brows furrowing. Mammon checks the cup again to ensure he saw it correctly. [F/n] immediately notices his expression drop and leans over to see the source.

A phone number was written just under her name with a heart.

"Aw how cute!"

Mammon gags. "Cute?!"

"Yeah, first time someone has done that for me. It's kinda sweet!" [F/n] reaches for the cup, Mammon hisses as he holds it further away.

"Doll, there's no bloody way you're actually interested in this cunt. He's some fuckin' nobody workin' below minimum wage!"

"Oh please, you sound jealous, he was really n—!"

Mammon immediately crushes the cup in his grip, indifferent feeling the coffee spill onto his glove and trickle to the table. He reaches over to grab [F/n]'s extended hand to move it away as he leans towards her features.

His face was centimeters away from hers, sharp breath tickling her features.

"I ain't the sharing type." Mammon growled.

The cup gets engulfed in a green cloud, vanishing as the smoke dissipated. [F/n] glared at the spider, brows furrowed in uncertainty.

He was acting like this again.

"Fucking hell, I didn't want any of your coffee. I just wanted to see the goddamn number."

Mammon blinks, head tilting. He mutters something under his breath as he stands, breaking eye contact.

She thought he was upset over sharing a drink? Far from it, but he wasn't going to clarify if that's the conclusion she came to.

Still holding onto her hand, he strings her up as he gets out of his seat.

"Better ya' don't. This cunt wouldn't even be able to take care of ya'." [F/n] rolls her eyes. Though it didn't go unnoticed, as Mammon grimaced.

"It's impossible to find anyone at all when you scare everyone off." She growls lowly.

"Don't fuckin' hiss at me doll. I'm savin' ya from the embarrassment."

"The embarrassment of what exactly?"

"Of goin' out with the lower class, hells y're considered a knight for the Goetia ain't ya'? Y're not gonna get anythin' worthwhile in some random mutt."

[F/n] swats her tail very irritably, yanking her wrist back forcefully.

A loud tear following in the process.

"I can be with whoever the fuck I want and feel like, I'm not some goddamn princess."

Mammon looks at his glove, seeing as the motion of her pull had tore through the material. It was a reminder of how sharp her scales were.

It wasn't deep enough to cut his actual skin. But the damage on his glove was done. A rush of anger at her defiance. 

He sneers, looking between the café and her short figure. A cloud of green exits through his teeth as he grips her by the neck, lifting her effortlessly to his face.

[F/n] grabs his wrists, squeezing equally as hard, as her wings flutter behind her to give herself some leverage and room to breathe.

She looks genuinely shocked for a moment, though it only took a second for her to regain composure to glare at the sin with bared teeth. Scales began to form on her complexion. 

Mammon stares deeply into her eyes with a menacing smile. His miniature eyes emitting a soft glow.

"REMEMBER Y'R PLACE BENEATH ME BEFORE I REMIND YA'."

He let's her go, watching as she wobbly lands on her feet.

I gust of wind hits his face as she flapped her wings to soften the fall. The scales that covered her face immediately erase as the tension breaks with a longer sharp inhale of air.

They had instantly gained the attention of everyone around them if they hadn't already, silence deafening.

[F/n] felt humiliated. Hurt. Used.

Defeated, for once.

"I don't fuckin' pay ya to run 'round with y'r bitch hormones. I hired ya' to serve me and me only."

[F/n] bites her lower lip, her claw reaching up to feel where his met her throat.

That was the first time he'd ever grabbed her like that. Sure he'd scream and threaten her before, even swung at her at times however each time he did so slow enough to miss.

He'd chuck random items in reach sometimes knowing she could just dodge or fly out of the way.

It never crossed further than that.

Now to be grabbed by the neck? That was new.

The trace of his hand lingered warningly as she tried to sooth over her bruised skin.

She looked up at him, tail tucked in between her legs.

He would only ever harm people he saw replaceable. His subordinates. The realization came crashing down on her incredibly hard.

He could've just as easily killed her in that moment, snapped her neck and that would've been it.

Did their history mean nothing to him? 

What changed?

"Fuck you..." It came as a whisper.

Unsure of whether he heard that or not, he chose to ignore it either way in favor of her tail.

He pointed at it, releasing a laugh as if it was the most amusing thing he'd seen.

It felt nauseating. One moment he was warm: the next, cruel.

Despite all the time spent, she concluded he never saw her as anything further than another form of entertainment.

An animal he can poke and prod for a reaction. Even in her state of shock all he did was laugh. The sound echoed in her head.

A familiar tone rings, buzzing. And Mammon instantly snaps out of his laughter.

He fishes through his pocket to pick up his phone.

His alarm was going off.

"Ahh fuckin' bitch— meeting is about to start." He groans, recovering quickly.

"C'mere." He demands, forgiving the glare she shot at him as he pulled her arm so forcefully she knew she'd bruise.

Mammon teleports the two of them into his office.

The jiggles of coins chime as he lands into his web, [F/n] perched beside him.

Her eyes widen slightly, trying to adjust herself in a better position. She tugs on one of her wings stuck into the webbing with an irritated scowl. He quickly removed the damaged glove and snaps a new one in its place out of thin air.

Mammon, who's busy with a drumstick he seemingly pulled from nowhere, nonchalantly untangles her wing in a simple swipe.

He stops chewing for a second to give her a toothy smirk: [F/n] returning a huff.

"Oh come off it will ya', ya' bitch?"

"We need to talk."

Mammon, who doesn't give it any thought, takes another bite of his food.

"More bitchin'." He imagines.

"Some other time."

[F/n] looks away from him, curling her tail around her leg to try and provide some sort of self comfort. She felt disappointed.

Despite all the breakthroughs made in their partnership, he still treated her like an object. His object. Something he was free to do whatever he wanted to. Truth be told, it stung deeply.

It was the only thing she could think about lately.

There was no denying Mammon grew incredibly on her, she only wished he felt the same in return. Maybe then he wouldn't be so needlessly mean.

Was it something she did? Something she didn't do?

There was no point in even thinking about it, [F/n] didn't want to be embarrassed again. She refused.

Security open the doors of his office, and in come a small group of incubi.

The one leading the group takes a quick bow before the two, tipping his hat while smiling on his way up.

Both watch as they fill the room, trotting with some briefcases in hand. The thumps of their boots semi-absorbed into the carpet they walked on.

"What an honor to see Mammon and his little butterfly, even more so present our wonderful idea to." He starts, slowly pacing left and right.

"We all know about the massive, massive, slaughter that came of the drakon specie during the first war with heaven. Terrible thing really." He smirks.

[F/n] raises her brow, crossing her arms further.

"A bigger shame would be to allow the fun of them go." The incubus pulls out his phone to project a screen before them.

[F/n] and Mammon look less than impressed.

"I present to you the dragon dildo, made with real dragon scales! The synthetic crap can't compare to this." He chuckles, arms extended either way.

The incubi look impressed by their own work. "Dragon scales are the hardest material in all of hell. This thing would be fucking indestructible! It's every horny sinner's dream!"

Mammon yawns, waving a finger.

"And how exactly are ya' going to farm real scales? There's hardly a handful of drakons in all o' hell left mate n' the survivors are all considered royalty."

"Well my good sir, that's where we were hoping you would come in. Seeing as you already possess one of them. I'm sure the king of greed wouldn't mind parting with it in turn for a greater profit."

[F/n] leans out of her seat, seething at the disrespectful implication. "Are you stupid or suicidal?"

The incubus hands one of his partners the briefcase, who held it sideways.

"Oh but my dear, you are very valuable. Your title as knight is only a benefit you see. You can be a brand on its own with how infamous your status was."

He starts unclipping the handles of the case.

"My title was granted to me because of how efficient I was in fighting angels. You— I'd MOP the floor with you."

Mammon tugs her back onto his side. His expression doesn't say much, however, the hand planted around her thigh possessively said it all.

"Y're gonna die for wastin' my time." He snarls, grinning wildly.

Mammon snaps his fingers and in rushes his security of robot Fizzarollis.

[F/n] felt him squeeze her thigh as he presses her deeper into his side. Her initial anger melting as her heart beats faster in reaction. [F/n] stares up at him, his image burning into her mind.

Her hand rested on his chest— able to feel his warmth, his breathing, it felt too intimate.

She felt his heartbeat at her fingertips, beating a tad bit faster than usual.

Then, she remembered. She thought his claim over her was nothing more than superficial, for looks, all this to keep her obedient and lull her back into his claws until the next time she slightly agitated him.

She looks back at the group, frowning.

"Shame, really. I was hoping you'd cooperate for your sake." The incubi frowns.

He opens his briefcase, incubi's devilish smile doesn't go unnoticed.

[F/n], unable to say anything in time, connects two and two as a familiar glint reflects off the metal brandished.

Breaking out of Mammon's grasp, she straddles him and extends her wings— covering as much of him as she possibly could.

A glowing bullet hits [F/n] directly the bend of her wing, the jolt of pain sucking the wind out of her as she slips onto Mammon's stomach.

The incubi's angelic revolver smokes at the barrel.

Security tackles the gunman.

They struggle to get each of his henchmen into cuffs, but with increasing numbers it quickly becomes apparent the gunman along with his goons has no chance.

Mammon immediately moves to shield [F/n] with his body, placing her onto the web. They both look at wound, [F/n] hissing as she tries to stretch her injured wing.

"Fuck— A-Are ya' alright? I didn't think..."

"I'm fine Ammo, he just nailed my joint. That's it." She interrupted, groaning.

His face turns between her injury and her expression several times. He looked worried. His eyes glossed. 

[F/n] frowns.

Electricity flies off of Mammon, turning to look at the commotion behind him. Panic quickly turns into rage as he bursts out of his confined costume with a deafening yell.

The room fills with green.

Sounds of screaming immediately follow.

Mammon smashes some of the incubi into the floor, completely crushed under his weight. He makes sure to smear them in, grinning like a Cheshire cat as he does so.

Those unfortunate enough not to cease on impact were left wailing in agony: taking a fistful of the carpet in a hopeless attempt to pull themselves away with a gaping hole going through their back to their stomach..

It was messy.

The blood from their bodies popped similarly to that of water-balloons. It was a gross, alleviating sight. [F/n] could take comfort knowing sinners like these wouldn't be able to come after her again.

After having his fun, Mammon darts his head towards the remaining incubus.

His mini spider eyes radiated a toxic green as he slinked over. The two robo-fizzies who had captured him meekly raised him towards Mammon: who instantly snatches the man and brings him towards his eye level.

"PLEASE N—"

"B̴͍͚̀E̴̯̘̊G̴͈͍͝ ̸̯̩̌F̸͖̗̈́Ò̸͉́Ṛ̶̪͆ ̶͓̑͒Y̷̥͌͂Ŏ̴̖̩̒U̷̲̳͆͌Ṙ̶̟̂ ̸̦͓͂L̶͍̺̈́Ḯ̸̬F̶̨͓͋̅E̵̩̦̋."

Before even giving him the chance, his please come strangled into whispers as Mammon squeezes him in his fist.

He exhales a large green cloud onto his pitiful expression as he attempts to gasp for air, coughing violently in response. A crack erupts.

Mammon drops him to the floor, watching as he contorted with a deafening scream. Observing him cry for a moment: he does the same as he dealt with the ones previously, popping him like an unwanted pimple.

His breathing labored, the high coming down upon realizing he was the last of the group.

Mammon raises one of his bloodied spider legs out of a fresh carcass, inspecting it, grumbling something under his breath.

The security group of robo-fizzies seem unsure on how to proceed, each of them timidly watching awaiting orders.

"The fuck are ya' looking at? Get this cleaned up NOW!" He roared.

The robots scrambled, tumbling over each other as they struggled to organize themselves.

Mammon slinks back towards [F/n], expression instantly softening.

She lets out a whine, yanking out the glowing particle as the pain of it courses through her back. "Gods fuck that hurt..." [F/n] bit her tongue, aimlessly tossing the bullet at the floor.

"Shit, let's go get ya' patched up beautiful." He mumbles, taking her carefully into his arms as if she'd shatter entirely at the slightest bump.

"Fucking— OW!"

"Ahh can ya' fuckin' hold still for a minute mate!?"

Mammon quickly wraps a thick webbing around her wing, using a splint to keep it straight in place.

[F/n] squirms, suppressing the acid-ball forming at her throat. Mammon makes his final wrap as he sticks the web onto itself, hands gently caressing her wing.

He sighs.

Neither of them say anything for a moment. The silence deafening as the reality of the situation sinks in.

He frowns, gently letting go of his work.

Moving to cup her cheek as he turns her expression towards him even gentler, afraid he would somehow shatter her.

"Why the face? What's the matter beautiful?"

There it was, again, the rapid beating of her heart over his artificial pet names.

"Nothing. Just... I can't fucking believe I got shot right in the elbow." She mumbles, sparing a glance at his handiwork on her wing.

"Normally my scales are able to tank angelic bullets... Maybe I'm becoming weak." [F/n] sighed.

"I, uh, well ya'know... That bullet would'a sent me to the bloody hospital. Cunt aimed for my head." Mammon swallows.

He drags a finger under the fabric of his neck, pulling on it momentarily.

"And honestly... I think y're the only bloody demon crazy enough who'd ever do anything like that for me."

He strokes the webbing gingerly, feeling the material brush against the rest of her scales. He paused.

Mammon tenses slightly as he rehearsed his next sentence in his mind dozens of times, feeling awkward as the very unfamiliar phrase leaves his tongue.

"So —uh— I appreciate ya' more than ya' think..."

It falls silent as her face hues.

Though it doesn't bother him remotely, continuing to massage around the bend of her wing.

If only he were consistently like this. Then it would make the signs so much more visible.

Visible he actually wanted her.

[F/n] swallows thickly, doing her best to calm the trot in her chest. She knew despite everything if she could go back in time she wouldn't change the outcome of it.

Even in the chaos of it all she cared too deeply about him to imagine him hurt. With that, the wave of knowing she completely lost to him finally came crashing down on her.

Their game of chess was finally concluded, he won, and that's why she needed to get out.

"Mammon we really need to talk."

Her wing pulls away from his petting, curling back into its usual space. He seemed disappointed as the warmth of her injured limb left his grasp.

"What about?"

Her lips quiver, the frown on her expression breaking through the poker face she tried to maintain. Her eyes water, tail curling.

She thinks of all of their mishaps together. To when she first agreed to work with him, their first banter, their first success together, how they progressively got more and more comfortable with each other.

She went from someone behind the scenes to being his only companion. He was a hothead, but so was she. But their differences felt too great: the hot and cold treatment was driving her crazy.

"We need to end our contract."

Mammon blinked. Frozen.

He slowly clenches his fists impossibly hard.

"Why? Was it because o' that fuckin' incubus? Y-Ya' watched me kill 'em. I promise next time I—"

"It's not that. None of that."

"Then what is it? Fuck changed?"

"Mammon as much as I love being here with you and working alongside you, I just can't be around you anymore."

It was obvious he didn't understand, his pause with unsure searching eyes sought to try and read the static expression she did her best to maintain. 

"I'm sorry."

Mammon felt himself burn. He felt his insides ignite with such intense desperation with a feeling he didn't entirely recognize.

Even knowing her more basic tasks could be given to someone else to fill just as easily did nothing to reassure him.

Hells he didn't feel this lost when Fizz quit his position. He got over that so insanely fast. It was deeper than that.

This was the only person he remotely cared about in all of hell resigning.

The idea felt so unreal.

"I'm so sorry." [F/n] repeated.

The click of her boots echo as she walked towards the double doors of his bedroom. Like a whisper, she faded.

Mammon watches as her tail hovers just above the ground. Immediately noting how she didn't just drag it as she normally would. The low rattle it'd make was erased, as if she wanted to create the least bit of noise possible.

Why? Did he scare her?

Nonsense. She was the only one who wouldn't cave to his ridiculous disrespect despite his threats. And though it did get in his nerves initially, it grew on him and made everything in his life new again.

He enjoyed hearing her voice.

Hearing her talk about frivolous, nonsensical, shit. Enjoyed observing the smallest things about her.

Like the way she would hide the joy in her expression but unable to maintain the same façade in her eagerly wagging tail.

Or the way her wings would flutter for a second whenever she was blushing.

Or when she would get too excited her hair would pulse the color of her element. And how whenever she's extremely upset her clear complexion starts forming scales as if she were ready to morph.

Or how she sometimes has difficulty not tearing clothes due to the sharpness of her claws. She would always let out a loud groan and a few swears before deciding if it were salvageable.

He felt electricity course through his body. His eyelid twitching.

[F/n] hugged herself, shutting the door behind her as she power walked through his manor.

She used her sleeve to wipe away the tears before they could spill. Quietly whimpering to herself to alleviate the ache in her chest.

She doesn't get very far however, before snapping out of her emotions as a loud bang interrupts her.

[F/n] points her gaze backwards, watching the doors fly open while cracking at the force of his push.

"OUR CONVO AIN'T OVER!"

She backs up hesitantly as Mammon runs at her. The thumping of his soles grew louder, seemingly indifferent at the idea he may trample her.

Clouds of swamp green smoke exit through his teeth. He halts just before her, punching a hole through the wall next to them to release his rage. Chips of brick and dust recoil along with his fist.

"You— YA' THINK YA' CAN JUST JOG OFF?" He growled, leaning down as he stared at her.

"Whatever idea ya got in that pretty lil' head o' yours, toss it. I won't break our contract. You are MINE."

[F/n] sighed, eyebrows furrowed as she shook her head at him.

"You don't get it." Her disbelief erases as her head comes to point towards his.

She snaps her fingers and out manifests a golden sheet between them with both their signatures held within the bottom. 

"It's written agreement in our contact that only requires the consent of one party to break it."

Mammon felt a drop of sweat come down his neck.

He froze. The pain grew.

And she was right, the section she was referring to glowed faintly among the rest of the text as she highlighted it. Demanifesting as she withdrew her hand.

"A rule you imposed since you were initially skeptical about my performance in your estate."

"I- I... Fuckin'..."

It goes silent.

The rush of anger evaporated from his body with the sparks. Feeling at a loss on what to say, Mammon swallows thickly as he blinks.

He reaches a hand to clutch the material over his chest, squeezing it.

His gaze eventually trails back to hers.

His mind returns to the thought of massive their height difference was. She was so small compared to him. It made his heart chirp. His hand comes up to erase the flustered look looming on his features.

Mammon recollects himself as best he can in a pathetic attempt. He brushes his hat shakily, the bells chiming as the material bounced back.

"So then tell me why—?"

[F/n] growls, pressing her claws into her palm.

"STOP!" She shouts at him, quickly wiping away at the corner of her eyes. "D-Don't make this needlessly complicated."

Again with the tears, only this time she couldn't prevent them.

Mammon frowned, reaching out to her. He wanted to console her, wipe away those tears. It pained him knowing he was the source.

The tip of his index finger brushed against her cheek unable to get far.

[F/n] swatted away his hand. And that hurt him.

"You fucking... g-goddamnit you fucking dumbass... Can't you see what's going on?" She hissed stomping a few steps away from him.

"I fell so hard for you, and it fucking blows because I can't just have you." She turned towards him.

[F/n] gestures to herself angrily through her cries. "Do you fucking get it now?! I'm in LOVE with you— that's why I need to get the hell away from you. I want to be something more to you but you'll only ever see me as your subordinate."

She shouted, adrenaline coursing through only heighted by her emotional outburst.

Mammon grabs her despite her struggling with his lower pair of hands, leaning over and forcing her to allow him to clean her face.

He absorbs her tears through the material of his upper pair of gloves with gentle strokes.

She grips his wrists with enough force that'd dislocate them if he were any other sinner. He felt her tremble against him.

How could he not notice her pain before?

How long ago did she start feeling this way?

There was a pool of regrets swimming in his chest and among them the biggest was not erasing her doubts sooner.

"What fuckin' nonsense have ya' been telling y'reself this entire time? I'm smitten with ya' dollface."

"You're a king sin— hell you outed Asmodeus for dating someone beneath him, how am I any different from that? People would think you're a hypocrite."

"Ya' think I give a remote fuck about what these cunts think? I'm the richest fucker in all o' hell, I didn't get here caring about what some bitch thinks o' me. I don't really give a flying shit about Asmodeus fuckin' some circus imp."

[F/n] immediately becomes less resistant to his advance. [E/c] eyes staring up at him in disbelief.

She searched desperately for any indication he was lying.

Mammon cups her jawline.

"I dunno how ya' haven't realized how obsessed I am with ya'... Thought it was reaaal obvious: I mean for fuck's sake I don't wanna be anywhere without ya'. Everything I do is with you." Mammon sighed nervously.

He lifted her in her arms, bringing down his face to gently set his forehead onto hers.

He didn't entirely recognize it before, but now that the cat was out of the bag it was so painfully apparent.

Everything he did was by her, to her, and for her. He found himself more temperamental and bored in the situations he had to exist without her. The cogs in his head finally spun, blushing for a mere moment as he finally admitted it out loud. 

"I'm obsessed with ya princess. I'm fuckin' crazy over you."

If her heart pounded any faster she was sure she'd pass out.

Her eyes glued to the tiny white slits in the sea of bright green within his eyes.

They both glance down at each other's lips then back at their gaze.

Immediately realizing what the other was doing, they both smash into each other desperately. Mammon felt a firework go off in his head. She was putty in his hands. A little butterfly caught in his web.

He growled.

[F/n] caresses his features, brushing her thumbs over his cheeks and pulling him closer.

A surge of electricity runs through his expression and tickles hers affectionately. It courses her hands and down her arms eagerly. 

Mammon drags his bicolored tongue across her lips, pushing himself in at the slightest gap.

Their tongues dance and with no protest Mammon explores his new territory. Their teeth clatter, Mammon doing his best not to pierce her.

The taste of coffee and pastries still lingered strongly on his saliva. Their tongues dance, aching. It's as if they couldn't get close enough to one another, both feverishly pushing into each other craving every bit of contact the other could provide.

Pleased with her submission, he makes way back into his room.

Massaging her ass with his upper pair of hands and grabbing onto her heels with the other. [F/n] releases a muffled moan.

Mammon breaks the kiss first, glancing at the spirit trail that still connected them. He licks the drool from his lips, savoring their long overdue tension-breaker.

He steals a few more pecks before taking a seat on his bed, holding onto her. He brushed a strand of her [h/c] hair out of her face.

Mammon chuckled softly, enamored with the bright hue on her complexion: gaze hungry.

Mammon stares at her. Unmoving. As his breathing very audibly becomes heavier.

It takes him a painful few seconds to snap out of his own trance.

"As much as I wanna fold ya' in my bed and have ya' take care of my stiffy— y're injured and need to rest princess."

"Oh come the fuck on Ammo, I'm fine!" [F/n] pouts, huffing while trying to feel him up through his clothes.

She slinks downwards to attempt and grind against the growing tent underneath his layers of clothes to entice him.

Mammon with every bit of self control in his body, has none of it, interwinding her hands into his instead with force as he pulls her back up to steal another peck.

"I love y're excitement but I will hurt you."

"You're no fun."

"You'll fuckin' get what you want later... Needy whore."

He scoots closer into bed.

Mammon snaps his fingers. A puff of green surround both of them, clearing quickly to reveal he had changed them into their sleepwear. He smiles softly.

His blanket flies over them as he adjusts more comfortably, plopping [F/n] on his chest.

[F/n] coils into a ball, purring happily while nuzzling herself into the crook of his neck. She quickly settles. His hand reaches to pet her hair lovingly, listening patiently as her purring gradually became more distant overtime until she drifted off entirely. 

Mammon sighed with satisfaction, captivated, only then closing his eyes. "Y're gonna stay mine forever." 

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oc deep dive questionnaire - ariss edition

tagged by @raiiny-bay (tysm for the tag!!! <3)

-what common/uncommon fear do they have?

arachnophobia she'll snap a neck like it's nothing, but a spider? no

-do they have any pet peeves?

loud chewers. being interrupted. unsolicited advice.

-what are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

vodka, an old black sleep shirt, cigarettes

-what do they notice first in a person?

their eyes. the color, depth, & what it'd be like to watch the life drain from them

-on a scale of 1-10, how high is their pain tolerance?

9

-do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure?

fight

-do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Ariss is the middle daughter of three, with a foster brother and a sprawling family tree of aunts, uncles and cousins. Despite this, she's only really close with her foster brother.

-what animal represents them best?

a cunning fox

-what is a smell that they dislike?

body odor. petrichor. vinegar. & a love/hate relationship with the smell of turpentine.

-have they broken any bones? if so, how?

miraculously, no. truly, idk how.

-how would a stranger likely describe them?

not very positively. they'd describe her as rude, loud, and, well, a bitch. ariss doesn't play well with most people.

-are they a night owl or a morning bird?

night owl

-what is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

hate: sweets like chocolate & candy love: pears, coffee, smoke

-do they have any hobbies?

is drinking a hobby?

-boom, surprise birthday party! how do they react to surprises?

ariss isn't a fan of surprises, but would pretend she's happy about it

-do they like to wear jewelry? if so, what is their favorite piece?

very much so, ariss' favorite is a choker gifted to her by her foster brother. it has a super subtle, almost-secret "v" insignia built into it

-do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Neat-ish ;)

-what are two emotions they feel the most?

longing. hollow.

-do they have a favorite fabric?

no favorite, but she's a fan of satin and silk

-what kind of accent do they have?

light russian accent

I'm a little late to this party so I won't tag anyone but if you see this and want to do it then I TAG YOU! <3

[chilaios-bi]

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This is a chilaios blog! I do plan on doing some nsfw so if you're a minor please don't follow, or at least only interact with the sfw posts, nsfw will be tagged 'spicychilaios' so you can just block it.

I'm Lilmia, she/her, autistic bisexual, blah blah blah.

I won't tolerate racism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, acephobia, pretty much anything that ends in phobia or ism. I'll make an exception for arachnophobia and autism lol. Terfs please don't interact and make me go through the tedious task of blocking everyone.

My AO3 where I'll post all of my fics as well.

My Fics

To Love a Thing With Teeth - Gen, No Archive Warnings Apply, M/M, ダンジョン飯 | Dungeon Meshi | Delicious in Dungeon, Chilaios, Fluff, Pre-relationship, Cuddling & Snuggling, Monster Laios, 1446 Words, 1/1 Complete AO3

The Wonder Under Your Skin - Teen, No Archive Warnings Apply, M/M, ダンジョン飯 | Dungeon Meshi | Delicious in Dungeon, Chilaios, Hurt/Comfort, Selkie AU, 1422 Words, 1/1 Complete AO3

Protect You With My Life - Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, M/M, ダンジョン飯 | Dungeon Meshi | Delicious in Dungeon, Chilaios, Hurt/Comfort, Selkie AU, Mpreg, Trans Chilchuck Tims, Spoilers, 774 Words, 1/13 Incomplete AO3

Hunger (That Is Not Your Own) - Not Rated, No Archive Warnings Apply, N/A, ダンジョン飯 | Dungeon Meshi | Delicious in Dungeon, Chilchuck & Laios, Hurt/Comfort, Vore, Soft Vore, No NSFW, 2441 Words, 2/3 Incomplete AO3

Are Prompts Open?

Yes!!! Send me prompts!! I do sfw and nsfw prompts! There is a rule list for nsfw prompts, and I might not do every prompt but I'll do my best! Rule list here.

[the-s1lly-corner]

Can I get Centipedes x Ragatha? (it’s a joke)

Ragatha and centipedes

jokes on you im going to entertain this because im feeling a little silly. going to be all over the place since its just a bunch of random stuff tying in with the general centipede idea future admin here VV did not think i would need to put a cw on this but this genuinely made me feel bluuuuuugh and yucky so uh. CW on talk about bugs and vague talk of infestations because the admin tried to make a hc on why ragatha is scared of centipedes in particular (admin realizes their phobia of bugs is worse than they thought by the end of writing it they just thought they had arachnophobia LMAO) not even going to bother to tag this

i think its centipedes specifically that ragatha doesnt like. shes okay with spiders, shes fine with flies, hell shes okay witih silverfish (which arguably are just as gross if not grosser than centipedes). its something about centipedes in specific she hates. maybe its the legs. its gotta be the legs

or maybe theres something else? honestly i can see her getting her little fear of the things from a prank by jax gone terribly wrong, or perhaps even an in house adventure

or maybe she experienced something with them in her real life that, despite her losing her memories, she fears the bug down to her very core. something that shook her so deeply, engraining itself into her psyche, enough to carry on even after losing everything that once made her her when she put on the headset

okay jokes aside, originally i was going to go on a tangent about how that maybe her fear came from a really bad IHA.. but now that i think about it, the idea of her going through something in her real life makes more sense. plus as much as i write about jax putting centipedes in her room i dont think he actually did... but what i have cooking in my brain far exceeds the cruelty jax would dare dish out

i dont know about you but infestations can quickly instill a fear in you. i would know personally because when i was younger roaches and silverfish were common in my house hold, especially during wetter times of the year. also crickets. and woop the admin hates all three of those bugs, deeply. can you imagine going into the bathroom as a small child, only to get up and see a roach as big as your hand just chilling in the toilet bowl. do you know what that does to a person

cue that one post where op said they were taking a dump and they poked a weird spot on their wall only to watch in horror as a hoard of silverfish started spilling out of it

genuine fear of mine i hate silverfish kid me used to avoid the bathroom because of them

so anyways with the power of my self projection, im going to apply the same idea to ragatha. maybe she lived somewhere where centipedes were common. sure they might not have been the huge gnarly ones that we all think of when we hear about these things, but i think even the smaller ones would do her in after enough time. could be a large amount of house centipedes but as stated above, it would probably drive you insane after you see enough of them for long enough

shrugs

okay psychological torment aside i dont think theres really any curing her fear if we're following this hc, like maybe you can help her build a tolerance to having them around but to actually get rid of it fully? yeah no thats going to take a lot more than you can give her in the digital circus

will NOT pick up a centipede you try to get her to hold, you could have the best intensions and it can be the cutest one ever in existence

i was going to add a lot more to this post and make this comically long but my skin is crawling (pun intended) at the images ive just put into my head. genuinely feel yucky inside

[anthromimicry]

alright, but i shall be posting more in-depth information about misao later, but here's a little headcanon about her: misao is indeed licensed as both a psychiatrist AND an art therapist, though she hasn't really gotten the chance to solely practice art therapy — seeing as arkham itself is an institution that is mainly based around talk therapy and... well, pharmacotherapy, though to a degree that it is unfortunately very corrupt and harmful to its patients. but misao herself often implements the things she learned while she was studying to become an art therapist into her psychotherapy, and she will almost always offer art supplies to her patients when she sees them.

this is because misao herself would argue that it could provide her with a visual representation of some feelings that they may have trouble articulating through words, or simply don't want to say aloud, which would more helpful in allowing her to best treat her patients than just talking to them. and i think i mentioned this in my doc, but that seems to make her kind of confusing in a way. because on one hand, it appears as if misao actually DOES care about the people that come into her office, but then she'll turn around and go do something as horrific as eat them so... you know 😬 misao herself comes off as kind of a walking contradiction BUT another thing about her is, she has this subconscious want to be loved by others and thus, i feel as if even if she might not actually care about her patients — misao does try pretty damn hard to look like it and not just to ' blend in, ' but in hopes that she will successfully charm people and have them speak only good things of her.

sooo yeah,, she is kind of a cake inside of a cake whenever it comes to how many layers there is to her LOL however, you absolutely do NOT want to mistake misao's desire to get people to like her as her having a high tolerance for any kind of digs made at her or aggressive behavior done towards her; and perhaps even behavior that could be misunderstood as negative. because trust me when i say that misao turns into a whole nother person whenever she feels as if she has been treated unfairly / insulted and this is when it seems like her quote unquote ' true colors ' most commonly reveal themselves. other than when others try to make an effort to restrict her freedom in any way, as that is very much a sore spot for her because as a child, although i will once again say that it was no one's fault... misao felt like she could never do anything for herself because she always had to put ryuuji's needs above her own and she only got to experience feeling ' liberated ' whenever she went out on her own.

but yeah. this is also something that is VERY rare for misao to do, but with one or two patients through the years... she has trusted them enough to hold the tarantula she keeps in the terrarium in her office as a sort-of abnormal attempt at pet therapy? so there's also that JSJSJ and yes, she does keep a terrarium in her office that's filled with a bunch of different insects (,: there has yet to be a rule in arkham that says a psychiatrist can't so i guess she figured, if she could do it, then why not... am i right? so, as for those who have characters who are patients in arkham that also have arachnophobia, you mayyy not want to make them look too closely at her terrarium ahahhhh. and this seems like a good stopping point so i'm just gonna leave you with that thought ☠️

[mg-dango]

Vicente "Dientes" Avila Introduction!!!

General:

Name: Vicente Ávila Cruz

Alias(es): Dientes (Teeth), Chente (by Rudy), Meña (By his mother, no longer in use)

Sex: Masculine (FtM)

Blood type: B+

Nationality: Mexican

Birthdate: 11/November/[REDACTED]

Age: 23 (during the events of MW2)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birthplace: Oaxaca de Juárez, Oaxaca, Mexico

Current residence: Las Almas, Tamaulipas, Mexico

Languages: Spanish, Mixtec (His first language actually, has forgotten some things due to the lack of people or relatives to practice with), English

Occupation: Military, member of Mexican Special Forces

Rank: Private

Affiliations: Mexican army, Mexican special forces (Los Vaqueros), SpecGru (eventually)

Physical data:

Hair: 1C, dark brown, long, wolf-cut style

Eyes: brown

Body build: lean, slightly muscular

Race/Ethnicity: Indigenous

Height: 158 cm

Weight: 59 kg

Psychological data:

Diagnoses: Depression, PTSD

MBTI: ISFJ-T (Introvert, sensor, feeler, judger)

Phobias: Autophobia, Arachnophobia, Claustrophobia

Attributes:

Agility

Bravery

High tolerance to pain (This has turned against him in a few occasions)

Flexibility 

Fast thinking 

(He is very good when It comes to hiding or infiltration missions in general, his short height and light weight allows him to be slippery and quiet)

Skills:

knowledge in firearms, specialized with assault rifles and shotguns (His personal favorite ones are the Lockwood 680 and the M16)

Basic knife skills (However, he can be particularly VERY GOOD with Bowie knives)

Bush-craft (throw him in the middle of almost any environment with only a stick, I dare you)

trap making and building

Basic combat skills

Family:

“A este punto ya casi me he olvidado de sus rostros… A veces se me viene a la mente el recuerdo borroso de Maa haciendo chocolate en la cocina, mientras mis hermanos y yo jugábamos en la sala… Me pregunto si ellos me recuerdan a mi”

Mother: Flora Cruz Osorio

Father: Eugenio Avila Rosas

Siblings: Mariano Avila Cruz, Maximiliano Avila Cruz, Elias Avila Cruz, Mateo Avila Cruz (twin)

(Vicente was the eldest sibling in the family, being even older than his twin by 5 minutes)

THE CURRENT STATUS OF THE FAMILY IS UNKNOWN

Relationships:

Rodolfo Parra: Father figure, mentor (He wishes he could call him “dad”, but at the same time thinks that would make Rudy feel uncomfortable so he refrains)

Alejandro Vargas: Also a father-like-figure (Not as much as Rudy, but he totally respects the colonel and takes him as a role model)

Valeria Garza: Vicente got the chance to meet Valeria once, just before she disappeared. He used to admire her, but after discovering her true identity as El Sin Nombre, lost any of that respect he previously had

Jesús “Chuy” Ordaz: In general they have a relationship of colleagues, maybe even brothers

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick: Friend, romantic interest (Eventually he becomes his boyfriend but that's a story for another day)

Favorites:

Color: Teal

Food: Tlayudas

Drink: Hot cocoa

Song: Rosa Pastel - Belanova

Flower: Cempasúchil

Animal: Jaguars, or any other types of felines.

Music genres: Ska, Mexican rock, cumbias

Negative traits:

Self-Neglect: ¿Remember when I said this man has a very high pain tolerance? Well, in reality it has to do less with what he's feeling and more with how little importance he gives to the physical, emotional or psychological pain he has at the moment, he often sees himself as “less” than the others and thinks his injuries or necessities are a burden.

“Mecha Corta”: Which means he basically has little to none patience when it comes to things that may annoy him, he can get angry or desperate easily in a matter of seconds, If he's mad, he will constantly make you know by his mood, his expressions or even his way to speak towards you or the others.

Prideful: Dientes often confuses dignity with pride or ego. The fact that he was constantly bullied throughout his whole life does not help either, so It is not surprise when he commits risky or stupid actions just to “prove” himself to the rest.

Biography

(English is not my first language, I apologize for bad translation and grammar T-T)

Born alongside his twin in a rural Mixtec community, he was the eldest among his siblings and the most adventurous too. His father, an old drunkard who constantly lived in debt, found himself entangled in financial troubles with a local cartel in the area. So in an attempt to appease said debts, he sold his son to the cartel without the consent of his wife, and Vicente never saw his family again.

He spent that part of his childhood being exploited by the cartel, forced to work as a servant. It wasn't until one day, while playing in the cartel's garden, that he encountered a young Rodolfo Parra (just a low-ranking soldier during that time) trying to infiltrate and dismantle the place. The kid proposed to help Rodolfo on his mission in exchange for his freedom, a proposition to which the soldier agreed.

The boy earned the soldier's affection and care after the mission, leading Rodolfo to volunteer and become Vicente's temporary legal guardian. He became both a father figure and a mentor for him. Inspired by Rodolfo, Vicente decided to follow his same footsteps. Upon turning 18, he enrolled in military school and graduated with honors.

After this event, he distanced himself from Rudy a bit in an attempt to become more independent, especially as Rodolfo had been sent to apprehend  "La Araña" cartel at that time. It was then that Vicente was assigned to be part of what would be his first significant mission: investigating possible drug trafficking routes that had recently formed in Chetumal, Quintana Roo. This mission not only ended in a complete failure but also left a lasting mark on Vicente for the rest of his days.

Very little is known about what actually happened, but based on official information and testimonies, his team was ambushed by a cartel known as "Las Palmas". Of the entire team, only Vicente survived. He was tortured for weeks and presumed dead, declared Missing in Action until three months later, when his unconscious body was found a few blocks away from where the leader of "Las Palmas" was found dead. The boy had multiple wounds and cuts all over his skin, especially with one on his lips so wide that it exposed his teeth, earning him the nickname "Dientes" (Teeth).

By the time Rodolfo saw the boy again, he found him in such a mentally deplorable and agonizing state due to the Chetumal incident that he regretted being absent at that time. He secretly swore never to lose sight of his son again, and true to his word, Rodolfo enlisted Vicente in the Mexican Special Forces and assigned him to work with him and "Los Vaqueros." This way, he wouldn't lose sight of Vicente again and would be able to protect him up closely.

Vicente currently resides in Las Almas, Tamaulipas. Over time, he has significantly improved his health and become a crucial member of his team.

[fcllederage-moved]

OBSCURE HEADCANONS

what they smell like. Flowery. Vetiver, Damascus Rose, sandalwood. She basically smells like her favorite perfume, the only one she will ever wear: Parisienne by Yves Saint-Laurent.

how they sleep, sleeping position, schedule, etc. Due to sleeping in the streets, most of the time, Hyacinthe has a very inconsistent sleep. She hardly ever gets a full night rest. Most nights, she arrives at the place she sleeps and will sleep until early morning before going to her day job. In general, she falls asleep curled up on the side, partly in a way to protect herself, but also because her tent is too small for her.

what music they enjoy. Hyacinthe can vibe on a lot of various genres of music. She loves synthwave, rock, pop, anything more contemporary too. Among her favorite artists, you'll find Aurora, Mansionair, Shaed, Juliette Armanet, 2WEI, Yeult, Sia, Dua Lipa, Billie Eilish, Daughter, Lady Gaga and so on.

how much time they spend getting ready each morning. Between thirty minutes to an hour, shower included.

favorite thing to collect. Rare fashion items, although she never buys them and relies on the kidness of designers with whom she has contracts for shows and runways.

left or right-handed. Left handed.

favorite sport(s). She hates sports altogether. All she does is running to remain "healthy" but never watches any.

favorite touristy thing to do while traveling. Sightseeing.

favorite kind of weather. She prefers sunny days, by far, but only tolerates the rain when she's in Paris. Don't ask her why, it's her own French thing.

weird / obscure fear they have. Arachnophobia. It is not a weird fear but it is something she can't control. Doesn't matter the size of the spider, she will panic, sometimes even have anxiety attacks.

the carnival / arcade game they always win without fail. Dance Dance Revolution.

Tagged by: @malevxxlence (ty bb ♥) Tagging: @chromatiica, @butscrewmefirst, @pumpcursed, @hidesinhiswork, @wvtchy

[gonemechaniic]

𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒉...

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If we're mutuals feel free to send all the things! Memes are the best way to get interactions started with me as I rarely make starter calls anymore. So seriously if you or your muse are chomping at the bit over a certain meme or a random open starter, if you wanna turn a meme answer into a thread, DO THE THING! I'm totally cool with that. Just understand that while I am very appreciative, I am kinda slow. Sorry in advance. 

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Please tag any possible trypophobia & arachnophobia posts cause it really ooks me tf out! Also, my spicy posts are tagged ( usfw ) , ( usft ) primarily, and at times ⚙ ; 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 :: Push it to the limit. Please blacklist accordingly to keep your dash as clean as you desire.

[mastermechaniic]

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫

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Please tag any possible trypophobia & arachnophobia posts cause it really ooks me tf out!

[emerald-cloud23]

I've only interacted with the fandom (ig, twt, tumblr, bits of yt) since ~may 2023, so not very long but one of the first things i remember noticing is the sheer negativity that came up when someone suggested somewhere that morro could come back (pre drs1pt1 release). Always that "ugh, he's dead and BORING" comment appearing amongst other morro hate (and some people even saying that characters like nadakhan and harumi would be better to bring back (but those people don't consider crystalized to be canon/to exist because 'it's so bad and ruined every character ever and got so much wrong about the lore'. yes some of my initial harumi dislike may actually come from seeing comments like this).

I was.. and still am doubtful of the 'leak' about morro. Yes, he's chosen not to live in possession and in dotd but a little cameo, even in the background wouldn't hurt anyone. You can still do things with him, even if it's just a single episode and then we never see him again. No character is ever truly done, especially when you consider how many come back in ninjago. There's always the possibility- like, the mechanic made it back for the mech shorts, too, why not morro for an episode? He would be a character we already know and when the ninja explore the merged lands and discover the departed or cursed 'realms' he could be someone they meet. He could apologize for possessing Lloyd and everything he did (he never outright apologized to the ninja!) and they could leave things on neutral terms by the end of the episode.

I am genuinely saddened when I see someone shutting down someone else's excitement about stuff like this because.. it's a fictional character. He can't hurt you if he comes back in the show you watch :( I'm not a psychologist or anything like that but I'm old enough by now to notice that people like this may have some issues, either with themselves or their situation irl and their frustrations often end up voiced in situations like this when he pot boils over. I don't think there's an outright hate movement against morro or anyone in ninjago (that'd be genuinely insane and worrying) but more a case of people not having been taught how to regulate their emotions or how to keep things to themselves sometimes.

Now i mentioned it already but idc. If harumi came back in dr, would i dislike it? No. Would i dunk on people who want that? No. "But you don't like her!!1!" Yeah. But that's *my* problem and *my* opinion. I don't feel too comfortable with her but I'm slowly warming up to enjoying content with her (like.. painfully slow but i had one short, very vague idea about her in like may or june this year). Sure i don't like the spider-theme she has (severe arachnophobia for the.. not-win) and yeah that s9 scene with garmadon makes me sosososoososoooo uncomfortable and makes my skin crawl but going around and bashing people and their art, writing or other canon/au ideas and stuff would only make *me* an ass and not make me like or tolerate the character more. It does nothing except ruin someone else's day. It's stupid and useless and I think this fandom needs to learn that.

Whatever platform the fandom is on obviously influences the behavior of people when they open a different platform (like mainly consuming ninjago content on tiktok during the day and then for a few minutes a day consuming ninjago content on tumblr)

okay, so I've seen this sentiment floating around with Morro that there's nothing more to do with him or that his story is entirely done. I disagree and want to share my two cents, but first I want to clarify a couple things. A) he does not have to come back to be a good and worthwhile character and B) I do not think the current conclusion to his character is bad. His story as is, is a tragedy and that's meaningful and C) that I am not trusting unreliable leak sources or 'getting my hopes up'.

Anyways, to say there's nothing to be done with his character is completely wild, and in my opinion a take more formed from fandom negative association than anything based in canon. I think it links back to some people seeing him as irredeemable, or believing without question his 'you can only save those who want to be saved' line. I said it before, but that line doesn't hurt because it's true (you wouldn't believe that with any other characters, why just him?) Morro has a compelling story, and it ends on the note that he can change and right his wrongs (dotd). His conclusion in Possession is sad but good, and his ending in DOTD is at least okay, in my opinion. However, when a character shows clear ability to change and develop, how in the world does that not lend itself to being able to continue his story? He doesn't have to come back, but if he did, there's material to play with. Morro died willingly, in the end, in Possession. I don't understand this idea that it has to cathartic for everyone. What's the crime in someone saying they would be excited or happy to see him again? There's directions to take his story in, and it's not like he's ever going to be anything like a main or strong presence in the show if he ever did come back! Not even the original six ninja are that anymore!

I'm going out on a limb and saying all the people who say Morro shouldn't come back for reasons [x] [y] [z] are going to be the same people who dislike he takes that Harumi shouldn't come back in DR, right? Is it because people think she's irredeemable, or that her story is 'better left done' and it'd be 'bad writing' to bring her back? Be bad for Lloyd? That's what a lot of you sound like to me. Additionally, you're allowed to have your own opinions, obviously but it's getting frustrating to see posts asking people to be less mean about the idea of him coming back filled with tags that go 'and here's why I think he shouldn't come back--' or two mutuals of mine both express the sentiment of pulling back a little from the fandom because of the recent negativity towards Morro. To be honest, sometimes it feels like a lot of people just groan whenever he's mentioned at all (because of the aforementioned fandom negative association) which, that's obviously going to be discouraging and un-motivating for people who do post a lot about him! Anyways, point is, be nicer and also stop characterizing him because it's cool now or whatever 👍

[luna-pun]

Tfw your front and back yards have such diverse little ecosystems that you find spiders that come from whole other countries.

[queen--of--maggots]

Team Kira Headcanons

Light

He had a pet bunny when he was a child. Her name was Leia.

Light was a big fan of Star Trek and Star Wars. He even wanted to become a Jedi Knight. In his early teenage years, he outgrew this phase, though. The only thing that stayed was a fascination for space and astronomy.

Light played piano until he was 13. While he was good, he never intended a career as a musician, and since Light wanted to concentrate on other things, he gave up on it, much to Sachiko’s dismay.

Light has arachnophobia to some degree. Just looking at spiders terrifies him, but he would never admit it to anyone. He’s too perfect to be afraid of a creature hundreds of times smaller than him. He also knows that spiders are useful and forces himself to catch them with a cup and put them outside. Misa found this out at one point regardless. She then did the spider-catching for Light. The only problem is she does it with her bare hands, and sometimes she goes to Light to show him particularly big specimens. Light always dies a little inside when he sees this.

Sayu used to play wild as a child. She ripped her stuffed animals apart frequently by accident. Sachiko was often busy with chores and caring for two young kids in general. Fixing Sayu’s toys wasn’t high on her priority list. Light only learned sewing to do it instead and became Sayu’s toy doctor.

Light can tolerate very hot food. To prevent Sayu from stealing his meals, he added large amounts of chili powder to them.

Misa

Misa did voice acting for some anime. She doesn’t watch anime, though, and barely remembers the names.

She loves cheese almost as much as Light.

Misa and her sister have natural blond hair since both their parents had European ancestors. During her time in school, Misa dyed her hair either brown or black so she wouldn’t stand out too much. She let her natural hair color grow out again after the stalker incident.

Before she met Light, Misa once tried to kill Rem with rat poison. Having a roommate out of a sudden who won’t leave her alone annoyed her to no end. She mixed Rem a cocktail and added as much rat poison as she could dissolve. The next day, Rem became unusually quiet and looked somewhat sickly. This lasted for about three days. Rem said later that she isn’t made to digest human food and didn’t eat or drink anything afterward anymore. Misa never found out if Rem knew what she did or not.

She is fluent in English and speaks it almost accent-free. That’s one of the reasons Hollywood wanted her in a movie.

She’s a great singer, and her voice has a large range. Misa wouldn’t have minded deepening her music career. But she wanted to sing her own songs and go in the rock or metal direction. Her management only supported her as long as she would sing pop songs, though. Sometimes Misa unenthusiastically records a handful of pop songs (provided by her management) or sings them at events. But this is only for the money.

She had some minor and mediocre roles in musicals and operas. Theater and being so close to the audience is a lot of fun for her, but movie productions pay better.

Misa loved Evanescence and listened so much to it that even Light could sing along to all their songs. She also used her connections to meet them once backstage. This was one of the best days in her life.

Kiyomi

She is a single child. Her father is a low-ranking politician, and her mother has her own fashion label. Both were always busy. Kiyomi was more or less raised by her nanny. She had to make appointments with her parents early on when she wanted to do something with them.

While she was popular in school and university, Kiyomi had only very few close friends. She always had high expectations of people, and she rarely gave them a chance to get closer to her if they don’t fulfill like 80 – 90% from the very beginning.

She had ballet and singing classes until she graduated from school.

Kiyomi loves jewelry, especially the ones with sapphires and diamonds.

Wine expert. During her time at university, she got into wine and accumulated knowledge about the growing regions, winemaking, tastes, and so on. She even thought about giving up her studies and becoming a sommelier or opening her own wine bar. But her parents would never allow it, so she abandoned the idea for the moment. She thought about reviving it once she got too old for being a news anchor.

She has a rather high alcohol tolerance.

Kiyomi’s favorite language is French, and she speaks it well. Her English is good, but her French is significantly better.

When she was 15, she played with an Ouija board once with some classmates. While she isn’t superstitious, this scared her so much that she couldn’t sleep for a week.

Kiyomi hates bouquets. If she gets one, she gives it to someone else, like a colleague, pretending it’s for good work or something similar.

Mikami

In middle school, his best friend was the dog of his elderly neighbor, a black Shiba Inu. He often took the dog for a walk and played with him.

After his mother died, relatives cared for him. He stayed with his mother’s cousin and her husband. They had two children on their own, but both were older than Mikami and had already moved out. Mikami rarely saw them.

Mikami never got too close to his relatives, which was mostly his fault. He was more of a subtenant than a family member, but he still enjoyed living with them and having an intact family after all those years. They are still on good terms.

He stayed in his old school for the rest of the year after his mother’s death. Then he switched to one that was closer to his new residence.

Rumors started to spread at his new school that he had something to do with the death of the bullies. Pretty much everyone suspected them to be bullshit, but no one wanted to mess with Mikami to find out. In fact, people found him intimidating. He was tall, and after years of fighting for his life, he had a lot more muscle mass than his classmates.

Mikami doesn’t like sweets. If he wants to eat something sweet, he eats fruits. When he is invited to a birthday party, he will eat a small piece of cake to be polite, though.

Mikami likes karaoke and can actually sing well. But he is too embarrassed to go alone to a karaoke bar, and he doesn’t have close friends.

He has problems understanding sarcasm.

He is also completely oblivious to people’s flirting attempts unless the flirting gets dangerously close to sexual harassment.

He had a girlfriend once during his time at university. The relationship lasted about a month, but they didn’t go very far. Mikami died as a virgin.

[sideprince]

I both agree and don't. I think the Weasley twins were out of line sometimes, but for at least some of that we can also allow mistakes because they are children and not perfect. We do see them through Harry's eyes, so we don't get to see when they make these mistakes, ie. push boundaries too far and do things that are harmful, and I see it as a bigger problem that Rowling as an author doesn't show us this.

But I also think that some of what the twins did wasn't bullying. The Marauders are shown again and again to bully kids without cause, for their own entertainment. This is stated overtly. We see that, as adults, Sirius, Lupin, and Pettigrew haven't changed as people. They aren't kids making mistakes and learning from them, they're kids crossing lines that they know are unethical with impunity who grow into adults exhibiting the same behavior they did as children. We don't get to see much of the Weasley twins as adults so we're not sure how much they've grown as people. A lot of the stuff they do as kids in the books feels more along the lines of the way people that age push boundaries and sometimes cross them as part of a learning process. We all did things as kids we look back on now and think, oh that was awful, I can't believe I did/said something so shitty. It's how we learn that it's shitty. I think publicly sexually assaulting someone, like the Marauders did to Snape, is a boundary that's so far out there that you don't have to test it to know it's wrong and harmful to cross it. But a lot of what the Weasley twins did was nowhere near as harmful, and was often retaliatory, instead of what the Marauders did, which was to assert dominance - ie. what bullies do.

Did Dudley enjoy his tongue swelling when Fred left him the tongue toffee? The whole Weasley clan (minus the parents) + Harry laughed about it you know, but the Dursleys sure weren't. And remember the Weasleys are supposed to be the tolerant muggle lovers.

Dudley was a horrible bully to Harry and the twins knew this. This also happened after the twins and Ron had flown the Ford Anglia to the Dursleys to get Harry out of a locked room with bars on the windows. After Harry was starved because Dudley was on a diet. The Weasley twins knew all of this. They left the toffee because they knew Dudley was greedy and would eat an unknown sweet. Dudley is afraid of magic and lives in a house where he's spoiled and has more than enough treats, yet he chose to eat a sweet he knew was dropped by a wizard. He wasn't coerced or forced by any means. This was the twins' way of standing up for Harry, who had spent his whole life not only being bullied by Dudley, but with Vernon and Petunia actively encouraging it. In a post about bullying, it left me stunned to see this as the first thing on the list with no acknowledgment that Dudley wasn't just a bully, but the Dursleys outright abused Harry with impunity and the twins were reacting to this. Being a muggle doesn't enter into it. Just because you're a tolerant muggle lover you can't treat a muggle like you would anyone else? That's like saying that if you're a feminist you can't dislike other women, not even that co-worker who bullies everyone and is rude and keeps eating your yogurt, because she's a woman. That's not how tolerance (which I don't like as a concept, I prefer the term acceptance) works. The twins didn't mess with Dudley because he was a muggle. I'm not sure why that even has to be pointed out. I don't agree with the idea of vigilante justice, but after everything the Dursleys did to Harry, I think they get off easy with an easily reversible ton tongue toffee.

Did Ron enjoy the twins constantly mocking and degrading him? Part of the reason why he had so many self-esteem issues was due to them. Did Ron enjoy developing arachnophobia because of them turning his toy into a spider?

I don't think the twins understood what they were doing to Ron. He was always going to be insecure as the youngest boy, what with Bill and Charlie and Percy in the family, and that's clearly mentioned. Percy becomes a prefect, and weren't Bill and/or Charlie both prefects and one of them Head Boy? I can't remember. What Ron sees as an 11 year old in the Mirror of Erised is himself as Head Boy holding the Quidditch Cup. Fred and George never aspired to any of these things, and their mother is constantly berating them for not being good enough. The image Ron sees is a manifestation of his insecurities, which the twins don't emulate. What Fred and George often do, actually, is tease Ron because they see him as one of them, and don't want him to turn out like Percy. They don't fit the mold that their mother wants them to, they aren't academically successful even though they're clearly clever and talented, and they see that Ron is awkward and insecure and try to push him out if by teasing him. It's not effective, but they don't understand this, like most kids their age. They aren't doing it out of boredom like how the Marauders would bully people, or out of callousness, but out of a misguided show of brotherly love. Again, they're kids and haven't figured out how to be people yet. They make mistakes. They don't know that they make Ron feel shitty because no one tells them, and Ron doesn't talk to them about it (or even to his friends, we just know because as readers we can see it). And really, I don't think turning Ron's toy into a spider can be held against them. Ron was three at the time, which means Fred was five, and Fred did it in retaliation for Ron breaking his toy broomstick. This is just small children being small children, and they were so young that it probably wasn't even an intentional spell. I'm genuinely uncomfortable with the way small children are held to adult standards sometimes here on the hellsite, as if the idea that you've decided not to like a character somehow makes that OK.

Did Percy enjoy the twins locking him in a pyramid? Did Percy enjoy them sending dung to his workplace?? Did Percy enjoy them constantly mocking his ambition and making him feel like an outsider in his own family?

Percy is constantly giving the twins shit for not being more like him, he looks down on them, and often the twins' practical jokes are a way to get him to lighten up and connect with him. Again, they're still kids, they make mistakes. It was shitty to lock him in a pyramid. The way kids learn about boundaries is by testing them and learning where the limit is. Percy took himself too seriously, and I don't think the twins made fun of his ambition as much of how intense and self-important he was about it. He and the twins also often butt heads - Percy is staunchly rule abiding even when they're arbitrary, and the twins are rebellious. I also feel like the quoted text above skims over the way Percy sold out his whole family for his ambitions (might write a whole other post about Slytherins and ambition and how it's framed in the series vs. Percy, a Gryffindor Head Boy, and how his ambition manifests in cruel ways). I think the twins can often be crude in ways I don't find funny, but that's not the same as them being Marauder-brand bullies. Crude and cruel are not the same.

Did Montague enjoy being trapped in the vanishing cabinet? I believe the poor dude almost died!

To be fair, the twins didn't know what would happen because they didn't know the cabinet was broken. They did know it was a vanishing cabinet, but not how dangerous pushing someone into it could be. Again, Montague is another character who's described as a bully, and the twins did this in the middle of him trying to bully them. They weren't targeting this guy indiscriminately the way the Marauders are described to do to people. Again and again in this post I feel like characters who the twins did stuff to are framed as being innocent bystanders when they very much weren't.

Did Baddock the first-year Slytherin enjoy them mocking his sorting? These two were upperclassmen harassing first-years!

Yeah this is shitty, I agree. I think Rowling uses it to illustrate inter-house rivalries, but it just reinforces ideas that go against what she herself tries to impart to the reader, which is that house identities aren't black and white. To me this showed that the twins are flawed, but I think as an author it wasn't the best choice to have two such likeable characters exhibit this behavior. But again, they're kids. They're 16. They haven't understood that they're looked up to and have responsibilities as older students. This is a character flaw and I don't like them for it, but I think it's worth differentiating between characters who act maliciously wilfully and those who do shitty things out of ignorance. I don't think getting hissed at caused permanent emotional damage to Baddock and we don't see the twins bullying or targeting him again.

Did Filch enjoy cleaning up after all their numerous pranks? With no magic, I may add.

Filch was a vindictive old man in his 40s or 50s at least when the books start, who was abusive and jumped on the chance to enact corporal punishment on students. I find it frankly weird and unsettling to hold the twins accountable for hissing at a first year's sorting when they're 16, and then completely skimming over the fact that Filch is a fully grown middle aged adult who revels in punishing children. And granted, this is essentially a British grammar school full of entitled, privileged children, and Filch is a squib working at a school of magic, so there's a lot of resentment there. But it's also his responsibility as an adult in that situation to either act responsibly or find a job he's better suited to. We see that all the students are scared of him, and we see that by OOtP he's beside himself with glee at the opportunity to punish children with violence. He's not exactly a good person, let alone an innocent victim. I support sympathizing with him for having to clean up after various Weasley pranks, but it absolute requires the context of who he is at Hogwarts and all his other actions and choices. Once again, the twins aren't singling someone out to bully out of boredom like the Marauders, they're retaliating against someone who they feel acts unfairly. Examples like this just weaken the point they're trying to make, because everyone who's read these books knows that Filch is a pretty horrible person, and presenting him as a victim without context - especially when he's in a position of power as someone who can punish the twins - just looks silly, tbh.

The thing that gives me pause about the twins is actually the way they're so eager to retaliate against people they think deserve it. This is why Harry makes the comparison he does between them and the Marauders. I take issue with the way the twins are made to be judges of others and get to act on it, but again, we see them through Harry's eyes. They're kids who are still learning about boundaries, though I think Rowling should have shown us at least one moment where they go too far and realize it. It may be arguable and subjective, but the twins saw themselves as rightfully pushing back against injustice; the Marauders were kids who decided some people deserve cruelty because it entertained them and made them feel powerful. Fred and George locked a bully in a vanishing cabinet not knowing it was broken; Sirius Black tried to murder a fellow student and used his un-consenting friend's disorder as the weapon. These are not nearly as comparable as the above post makes them out to seem.

I think you can compare readers' or other students' reactions to the Marauders and the Weasley twins, but I don't think you can compare them as people and equate them. Not even because I'm that invested in the twins, I don't love them, though I don't hate them either. But because I think doing so downplays the Marauders' downright bullying and viciousness. I feel like the comparison can't even be made without reframing the stuff the twins did and leaving a bunch of relevant info out, which is basically what the above post does. I think OP was right when they said that "The difference between James & Sirius and Fred & George is that Fred & George's "victims" actually enjoy what Fred and George do to them and will volunteer to be a testor for their prank items." The twins didn't target people, they retaliated against bullies. The moment when they taunt Umbridge and Filch with the portable swamp and then fly off to start a business instead of taking their NEWTs feels downright like a populist victory, especially given the other students' reactions. And OP also points out another important aspect of the Weasleys - they developed their products with voluntary test subjects, not by sneaking them to people and seeing what happens. In fact, they tested everything on themselves before testing them on others. They don't see themselves as above others the way the Marauders did, and they don't enact harm on others purely for personal entertainment.

Worth remembering that being able to make a comparison between two things isn't the same as equating them.

The difference between James & Sirius and Fred & George is that Fred & George's "victims" actually enjoy what Fred and George do to them and will volunteer to be a testor for their prank items.

Snape never asked to be hexed, stalked, tormented or assaulted.

Bertram Aubrey didn't ask to have his head hexed double the size it normally is.

The unnamed students who are hexed by James Potter didn't ask for that either.

Fred and George are funny to everyone, including the "victim". James and Sirius are funny for people who don't like the victim.

[fernweh-writes]

Hi dear, I hope you are doing well ♥ Could you please write headcanon how would slashers react to their s/o having a panic fear of spiders? Like she always freezes or scream when she sees even a really small spider.

(today I freaked out, when I saw the eight-legged monster above my bed and wish I had some big stabby men here, who would save me :) )

Spiders simply have to many legs and to many eyes

-Fern🌿

Slashers X S/O With Arachnophobia

Michael Myers

He simply cannot understand why you’re afraid of spiders. You’re not afraid of a giant man who murders people, but you’re scared of a tiny insect with eight legs? Yeah, okay, makes sense.

The first time he sees you screaming and freaking out over a spider, he thinks that it’s hilarious. Michael has never seen you so scared of anything before. Not even he managed to get that kind of reaction from you when he was considering killing you. It amuses him that you’re so afraid of a bug.

When you scream for him it never fails to freak him out. He thinks that you’re in danger. So when he just sees you pointing at the spider he considers letting you suffer and deal with it on your own.

Once he’s done watching you have your bug breakdown he will kill it for you. It is his job to protect you after all and while he does occasionally enjoy seeing the fear in your eyes, he would much rather you fear him. That small bug is stealing his thunder, so it has got to go.

Bo Sinclair

There is most definitely plenty of spiders in Ambrose. Majority of the places are run down on the inside, which makes them a safe haven for creepy crawlies. So unfortunately for you, there will be plenty of encounters with the eight legged horrors that are spiders.

The first time Bo hears you scream he panics, thinking that you’re in danger. So when he finds you pointing at a spider, it’s safe to say that he is a little bit upset.

At the same time he also finds it endearing and loves that you come running to him to save you. It shows that you trust him to protect you, even from little nuisances.

But still, even though he does think you’re being dramatic he’s quick to squash them. Bo knows that there’s plenty of spiders in Louisiana that could be dangerous and land you in the ER so he’s more than happy to handle them for you.

Be prepared for Bo to give you hell about your fear though. “What are you so scared for darlin’? The thing ain’t but the size of a dime, if that.”

Vincent Sinclair

He spends most of his time in dark, cool tunnels underground. There’s spiders absolutely everywhere in his workshop, Vincent is just used to them at this point.

Vincent does his best to keep you up in the house after the first time a spider crawls over your leg and you loose your mind. That effort lasted about all of one day considering he hates working alone now and misses your presence. Knowing that you want to be with him also doesn’t help his resolve any.

Used to try and save the spiders but eventually gave up. There’s simply to many of them in Ambrose, so saving them just doesn’t do any good.

Luckily, Vincent takes your fear of spiders very seriously. So anytime you call upon him to save you from the eight legged nuisances he is always quick to oblige.

If you interrupt his work though it may annoy him a little bit but he’ll never let you know that. He knows that you can’t help your phobia, but don’t expect him to stick around after he finishes the job. May also get a little bit of an attitude afterwards as well but always ends up apologizing.

Brahms Heelshire

Spiders don’t phase Brahms. He lives in the walls with plenty of them and has more than likely come to appreciate them. Which is very surprising for Brahms. So sometimes he tries to save the spiders and move them outside. Unless he’s been bitten by one.

If Brahms has been bitten by a spider before then it just turns into the two of you freaking out and arguing over who has to kill the spider.

“Be a gentleman, Brahms! You kill the spider.” “No! You kill it, you’re the one being paid!”

If you don’t want to deal with the spiders, all it takes is Malcolm stepping on one for you one time when you started freaking out. Brahms saw you thank him for it and got jealous. Now Brahms is your official protector from creepy crawlies, not Malcolm.

Thomas Hewitt

You’re going to have to get over your fear of spiders if you want to live in the Hewitt house. The old place does a terrible job of keeping the bugs outside so you’ll see them scurrying across the floor pretty frequently.

You know what they say, everything is bigger in Texas. Turns out, the spiders are no exception, so good luck.

Thomas is very busy and handles most of the chores for the family. He doesn’t have the time to run to your rescue every time you see a spider.

When he is with you he won’t hesitate to kill them for you though. Thomas isn’t afraid of people with weapons, why should he be afraid of a small critter with eight legs?

Luda Mae would honestly just look at you like your stupid if you tell her about your fear. Nonetheless any spider she sees it quickly whacked with an old newspaper before you even have a chance to see it.

Billy Loomis

“How come you never scream for me like that, babe?”

Billy thinks it’s absolutely hilarious that you’re afraid of something so small. You can date a murderer but an eight legged bug is where you draw the line?

While he loves to tease you about it, he will still save you from the spiders. What kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t? “Ask nicely and I might kill it for you.” “You’ll kill people but not the spider?” “You know what, just for that you can kill it yourself. Have fun!” Or maybe not…

Walks away but circles right back around when he hears you freaking out again. Then he gets dramatic about everything and starts huffing and rolling his eyes at you.

Stu Macher

Much like Billy, Stu teases you but in a less condescending way. Stu keeps his teasing more lighthearted, he just has a tendency to go to far with it from time to time.

Is also very dramatic and makes a whole scene out of killing the spider for you. Acts like he’s your knight in shining armor.

On the bright side, him being a complete dork distracts you from the spider. Unlike some people *cough cough Billy* he doesn’t delay the part where he kills the spider.

However, he does expect payment for saving you and protecting you from the big bad arachnid. It’s okay he accepts cuddles and kisses as a form of payment.

Jesse Cromeans

He has spent to much time on his murder sprees in the Deep South to be scared of spiders. Everyone knows that the south has plenty of deadly spiders and Jesse sin;t fazed by any of them so you can count on him to keep you safe.

There aren’t any spiders in his house either. Jesse has to much money to allow any sort of bugs get anywhere close to his house. Any time you see a spider within the house it’s most likely already dead anyways.

Jesse finds your fear of the bugs cute. It makes you seem so innocent. His sweet kitten isn’t afraid of him or what he does but they’re afraid of a tiny little spider.

Asa Emory

Asa doesn’t fear spiders, the spiders fear him.

Unlike the other slashers, Asa doesn’t tolerate bug homicide. Any time you find a spider in the house you better let him know so that he can safely get rid of it.

Some times he’ll keep the spiders that find their way into the house. Spiders are his favorite after all and native species are important for the environment.

Sadly, he would use your fear against you if he deems it necessary. As long as you listen to him though, there won’t be any issue.

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Fuyuhiko x Reader who finds a spider and fREAKS out

CW:Mentions of bugs, specifically spiders, arachnophobia

S/O is getting ready to go on a walk with Fuyuhiko and Peko because the weather looked not to bad today.

S/O is humming to themself while they are making sure they are 100% ready to leave. They do a cute little twirl.

Little do they know that a spider makes it’s way down a spider web and lands on S/O’s shoulder.

They scream and tremble like crazy. They flick the damn thing on the floor and bolt into their shower, thinking that that could protect them from the spider.

Fuyuhiko hears the scream and bolts towards the front door and knocks on the door like crazy.

Nothing, so he basically kicks the door open, looking around frantically.

“S/O?! What the fuck happened!!”

“F-FUYUHIKO?! I-I’M UPSTAIRS!!! COME UPSTAIRS! LIKE RIGHT NOW!”

Just imagine that the cottage has a second floor pls

The spider has the AUDACITY to move just a little bit, they scream again.

“Peko, come with me!” Fuyuhiko exclaims as he bolts up the stairs.

Peko runs with him up the stairs.

My god that takes sKILL

As Peko and Fuyuhiko arrive, Peko gets out her sword.

Fuyuhiko opens the door, ready to fight.

He then looks at his S/O, trembling like cRAZY in their shower.

“S/O? What are you doing in the shower…? Did somebody have the fucking audacity to scare you?!” He asks!

“O-Over there….” They point at the spider on the floor

Fuyuhiko and Peko turn their heads and Peko gets out her sword.

A pause. They’re looking at the spider, who stays still but looks up at them.

Fuyuhiko looks at the spider, and then at his S/O.

“S/O…..?”

“Y-Yeah…?” S/O asks.

“That… Is a spider… you know that, right?” Fuyuhiko asks.

“Y-Yeah, I-I know! I just… have extreme arachnophobia and bugs scare the fucking shit out of me, e-especially spiders.” They exclaim.

“But…. You like butterflies…” Fuyuhiko states, sounding confused.

“That’s because THOSE are the only ones I can tolerate. They are cute, unlike that.”

Peko giggles a bit. “I can agree with S/O. They are really cute. Just like that spider.” She goes to pick it up, but it runs away.

S/O looks frustrated and then gets the courage to chase it.

They angrily yell as they get it cornered.

”YOU HAVE THE BALLS TO INFILTRATE MY COTTAGE, YOU ARE GOING TO FUCKING PAY WITH. YOUR. LIFE. YA FUCKIN MOTHERFUCKER!!!”

Fuyuhiko and Peko leave the room and look down at S/O from the stair railing, who is just angrily stomping on the now dead spider.

They are also yelling profanities left and right at the dead spider too. They then flip it off. “FUCK YOU, YOU STUPID GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKING SPIDER! I HOPE YOU ROT IN SPIDER HELL!!!!”

They angrily flips it off. Almost like this:

🖕🏻🤬🖕🏻

Fuyuhiko gasps and then smiles.

“Go S/O, GO!!! Show that motherfucker who’s boss!!!” The Ultimate Yakuza yells.

Peko Pekoyama was just at an absolute loss of words. Like, she’s trying to process what she’s seeing. “Young master, what am I witnessing right now..?”

“Just my S/O beating the shit out something they were afraid of!”

S/O finally stops, trying to catch their breath and then they turn around.

“H-Hey Fuyu…? You witnessed that, right..?” They ask, embarrassed.

“Yeah! That was… badass! You fuckin’ kicked it’s ass and gave it hell!!!” Fuyuhiko exclaims, smiling.

He runs downstairs.

“I’m proud of you, S/O. You conquered your fear of spiders… right?”

“Haha, well, something like that. I need to get the dead spider off of the ground.”

Fuyuhiko smiles. “Here, I’ll get it for you.” He winks at them.

Peko walks down the stairs. “I am also proud of you, S/O. I knew you could do it.”

Fuyuhiko picks up the mess. “Are you ready, everyone? It still looks nice outside, we can all walk around together.”

Peko and S/O nod. Fuyuhiko then finds Thiccakuya Twogami. “Watch over this cottage, like your life depends on it.”

Peko, Fuyuhiko and his badass S/O all leave, with smiles on their faces.