#twisted metal headcanons

[iloveolderman0]

NSFW sweet tooth headcanons

❗️MINORS DONT INTERACT PLEASE ❗️

* If you are a virgin don’t worry sweet tooth is too!

* When he gets horny and you don’t know & you guys are in public, he would press himself against your body from behind and wrap his arms around you while you talk to people or in a discussion. If you still don’t get the memo he would move his mask and kiss your neck and then you get the memo and excuse yourself from the discussion and go to a room / bathroom ( depending where you are )

* He would never be mean when you guys have the deed, he also doesn’t like teasing since he’s is new to this he just wants to go at it without teasing and degrading

* he would praise you a lot and worship your body, he would only show his face to you.

* speaking of his face, he loves smothering his face into your breast or neck while he’s humping / thrusting into you

* he would never wear his mask around you only when you guys go out and there’s people their

* he’s really passionate when it comes to sex, and when you have sex with him, it feels amazing.

* loves to have you close to him for example chest to chest, stomach to stomach.

* loves to take it from behind and from the front, but he wants you to lay flat though so he can lay on you and thrust into you

* he would mark you a lot by leaving hickeys and sometimes bruises ( when you guys are done having the deed and sees the bruises or bruise he will apologise so many times and you have to reassure him that it’s okay )

* when you guys are done having sex and you’re guys are puffed out, he will lay on you or you guys lay on your side and hug each other. ( he lives for that )

* he will ask if he’s hurting you when you guys do it, even when he enters your hole he will ask if he’s hurting you.

* he loves you a lot to make it this far, He thinks you’re his soulmate ( because u are 😘 )

* he loves to worship your body and smother it in kisses and hickeys

* his sex is so passionate you feel like you’re floating

* please do not break this man’s heart because he will feel like he was used or overthink if he did something wrong.

* he might play some music while you guys do it

* he definitely jerks or sometimes and leaves the room once he’s done and he sees you and gets a boner.

* speaking of a boner, he thinks of something very sexual while you’re doing something cute or just talking to people he will get a boner and he uses your body to cover it, sometimes he makes you feel his boner.

* he loves shower sex, pool sex, bed sex and quickies.

* he gets jealous very easily and will have jealous sex with you but makes the person watch, and brags how good you make him feel and taunts the person .

* btw he’s really good at giving, and when you give him head he’s very vocal and he wouldn’t even be able to look at you, your name rolls off his tongue loudly and long with swear words due to the pleasure.

* he’s also very loud when you guys have sex and he wants the slashers / friends or whoever to know that you guys belong to each other

* loves dry humping you when you are just laying on the bed

* when you’re sleep and he wakes you up, it probably because he’s asking a question on something you might want to take to work ( food ) or him asking you if he could fuck you.

* if you say yes while all sleepy and have your face on the pillow with arms around it, he will wrap his arms from underneath and pull down your underwear ( he likes it when you wear nothing but a underwear) and starts humping you slowly while you moan all sleepy and whimper underneath him.

* if you say no and want him to go to bed and hug you, he will beg you and if you still say no. He will whine and get into the bed and wrap his arms around waist while he makes you feel how hard he is, he slowly humps you dry and if you get annoyed he will start kissing your neck while slowly humping you dry from behind while you still have your underwear on and so does he

* loves it when you allow him to leave his cock inside you and make it warm

* breeding kink and praising kink.

I love sweet tooth 🦷 ❤️

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

https://twitter.com/wafflesex/status/1705556296685220043?t=XfK0JwdxO_SLhJhaIL2QaA&s=19

Hehe this made me hapi

Tbh, I do this, often even

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

Hi Rae!! Congrats so much on the 1.5k!! Been a longtime fan of this blog and I'm always blown away by your works.

For the event can I ask for domestic life/married life headcannons? Or just hear you yap on how Jason and Arkham Knight Jason act in those situations? I personally think Jason would act as a doting, head over heels almost worshipping his darling spouse. Whereas Ak! Jason would kinda be the dark romance almost mafia archetype instead, but on the more quiet obsessive devotion and acts of service galore side with a dash of occasional bordering on if not yandere-ism because of his paranoia and being very overprotective but his spouse has a general idea of what their husband does.

Once again, congratulations and you deserve every follow and reblog and like.

- Rosa🧸🤎

Domestic Headcanons

Hi, thank you so much! Hope you enjoy!

Honestly, I could ramble about whether or not I think AK would ever get married, but it's not about that rn ~700 words

Jason

His favorite thing in the world is waking up next to you. Really, he doesn't think anything beats opening his eyes and seeing the morning sun glint off the metal bands around his and your ring finger. He'll ignore the growling in his stomach and the alarms about to go off for as long as he can, just for another moment to hold you in his arms, warm and tucked away from the world

Speaking of wedding rings, Jason is constantly twisting or fiddling with yours. It's mostly because he's just in awe that it's there, real and cool, and glittering on your finger. He likes to take the opportunity to tease you about buying a bigger rock, even if you tell him anything bigger would look ridiculous and just get you mugged. (He can handle a mugger– or five– so he doesn't think that should be an issue)

Nothing feels like a chore when he's doing it with you. Folding laundry to your favorite tv show, washing dishes while talking about everything and anything, making meals while your music fills the kitchen– he loves it all. Just being in your space, lingering in the mundane, day to day tasks feels special when he gets to see you smile and laugh at whatever joke he's made 

You share the same blanket when you're sitting on the couch, always. He made a point of buying the largest, softest one he could find in your favorite color, more or less for the excuse to have you close. Neither of you mind cuddling together, of course, but it's still an unspoken rule that if either of you comes to sit next to the other, you lift the blanket for them, even when you fight

Matching Fuzzy Socks for every occasion. Neither of you necessarily wear them out of the house, but when you're home and Gotham is cold, there are, in fact, heated debates and competitions over who gets to pick what set you're both going to wear that day. (Yes, his favorite pair are the Red Hood ones, and no, he doesn't think that says anything about his ego. They're just the fluffiest and therefore, the best) 

AK!Jason

The Arkham Knight comes from a crueler version of Gotham, but he is by no means cruel to you. There are nights where he's sharper, tensing at every noise and bump that sounds too close to your windows and doors, but it only serves to make him hold you closer, ever watchful for danger that could cause you harm– threats that would take you from him

He doesn't go out with you often, but he tries to make up for it in his own way. Public dates are rare, if they happen at all, but he doesn't hesitate to try and make you feel special when you do go out. Entire theaters are rented out in your name, museums and galleries are closed just so you can walk arm and arm through marbled halls without anyone else around 

When you're both together, he's always in your space, always finding an excuse to touch you. He only ever softens under your gaze, only ever feels at home when your hands hold his. He'll fixate on the ring you wear often. He likes pressing a kiss to the cold jewel that catches light so perfectly on your finger. It always feels so big, knowing you said yes, knowing you willingly tied yourself to him for eternity 

He constantly comes home with gifts– whether it be flowers, food, jewels, clothes, or trinkets– he rarely comes back empty handed. It's less out of a love language, but more out of a desire to show you he's worth being with. The Arkham Knight– before, during, and after he held the name– always has something to prove. But that doesn't mean the thanks you give, the kisses to his cheek and the smiles you offer, are any less special to him (or that his actions mean any less) 

He finds comfort in the long moments of silence. Don't get it wrong, he loves to listen to you talk, but there's something about just being in each other's presence without the need for words that soothes something fragmented deep in his soul. He likes to listen to you breathe, feel the rise and fall of your chest against him while he reads whatever book you're flipping through over your shoulder. Those are the only times he ever really feels peace anymore

[meelkiewee]

Washed up and ready for tumblr

sadly, i'm in a bit of an artblock/burnout so i'm kinda procrastinating on some projects by doing other stuff like this eefo character design... sigh

[pls reblog, don't like]

⬇️ my choices explained under the cut

INTRO

i'll start by saying that this character design was brought to life with my kinda limited knowledge of etho and my absolute passion for heavily redesigning characters and giving them my own twist.

THE MASK AND THE MASK's MASK

the first image that came to my mind was his mask. i knew i wanted something to cover almost all his face and for it to be wolf inspired. i still wanted it to reference his skin in some way though, so i added the little metallic plate and the black forehead ribbon as the way the mask holds up.

underneath his main mask i put another simpler black mask that mainly serves 3 purposes: it makes the wolf mask more comfortable to wear without too much metal to skin contact, it mantains the face covered in case the other falls off and... guys i remember i saw a clip of hermits asking him to take off the overlay of his skin to see his face but there was a second mask underneath. i don't make the rules.

CONCEAL DON'T FEEL

after that i slowly worked up a little bit of context in my head while i was adding more details and making my choices. so what i did was making a collage of the infos i collected over time about him and his character and sprinkle a little bit of kakashiki (-cit tango) visual elements.

as we all know etho is a brilliant redstoner and a guy who really cares about privacy. put that together and you get the lore i made up for him:

with his advanced irl tech knowledge, he found a way to transfer his soul in minecraft, kinda like SAO works, and has to conceal his appearance to not get caught. here comes the layered clothes, the enormous coat and ofc the masks. due to all of this i also headcanon him preferring to live in the colder biomes, and this ties back also to the fact that he's from canada ykyk.

AWOO BUT NOT TOO MUCH

i really like wolfie etho designs i saw going around but i didn't want to design another ren with a different palette (my ren is a anthro german shepherd) so i channeled the wolf energy in the mask, the thick fur of the coat that ends with a tail (inspired by marcille dungeon lord outfit, a few notice but her dress has a tail) and in his hair, also kinda looking like a tail.

TYPE: VIBES

the eye of the wolf mask being red and scarred (for life) is of course inspired by his kakashi skin. i sprinkled red tassels here and there to fill in the spots and mainly cause i personally love tassels and wanted to add some red accents for redstone.

his kinda slouchy posture is totally for vibes, etho comes across to me as this kinda lazy/chill guy that channels the energies he has into thinking about the redstone he gotta do and calls it a day. i tried to channel that also in the kinda generic plain clothes.

for the vibes i wanted to put him in crocs/flip flops too but i couldn't otherwise he would absolutely freeze. i had to give him some warm boots or whatevs *sigh*

i tried to make his single visible eye as cute and puppy-looking as possible 'cause c'mon he a cutie pie okay? for the mole near the eye, guys i literally can't recall where i got this piece of info and if it's even remotely true but, i read/heard somewhere he has a bunch of moles on his face irl??? idk idk this is so random, i'm sorry.

SO YEAH

this is the end of my long long explanation for this character design. i hope you like it and if you don't, i know my bestie likes it (he's a bit of an ethogirlie lol luv ya bestie <3)

the end, thanks a lot for reading!

[hey-august]

[Cross Guild Headcanons] That time of month

Finally got the motivation to knock this out after receiving this ask!

Warnings: NSFW, female reader, crocodile x f!reader. mihawk x f!reader. buggy x f!reader, period sex, oral f-receiving while on period, descriptions of blood, mild descriptions of violence but no violence or use of sharp objects during sex

🐊Crocodile🐊

You're on top, hands on his broad chest, and grinding down on his thick cock. Croc is blissed out, eyes open juuuust enough to watch your sinful ride.

Looking down, you notice smears of color you didn't expect. Something that explains why you felt extra horny and extra wet. Your fucking period made it's grand arrival.

You move to get off, but Crocodile stops you. He holds you with his hook. The metal is cold against your hot skin, sending a shiver through your body that earns a groan from the man beneath you.

"Keep going, don’t you dare stop."

Crocodile rolls his hips, prompting you to keep moving. Even though you try to gracefully take your leave, he doesn't want you to. And truthfully, neither do you.

"Fuck, that’s it, impale yourself on my cock. Stuff yourself."

His eyes are open and trained on you. He's thrilled watching you fuck through the initial embarrassment and discomfort, giving into the pleasure only he can give you.

"C’mon, let me fuck the cramps out of your womb."

Crocodile holds you still with one large hand and fucks into you, hard and deep. He can't decide what's a better view - his cock covered in your blood, or the beautifully whorish expression on your face.

Even after you've both cum, he continues to thrust in and out, mixing all of your fluids together. So fucking beautiful.

🦅Mihawk🦅

Mihawk has you on all fours, one hand braced on your shoulder and the other on your hip, pulling you back to meet his thrusts.

One time he pulls back and sees red smeared on his length and collecting at the base of his dick.

This one look turns him feral. Wild. It’s like a switch flipped.

It isn't the first time Mihawk has fucked you on your period. It's nothing new. But it's a more-than-welcome surprise for the swordsman.

His mind is filled with visions of slicing, the sound of clanging steel, blood pouring - it’s too fucking much. The brutality of his life mixes with the hunger you have for each other.

Mihawk doesn’t want to hurt you, he would never. But he's bloodthirsty and only you could satiate him. Only you could take him like this.

"That's it, you're taking this so well."

"You were made for this, you were made for me."

Mihawk spreads your ass so he can watch his slick and blood covered cock slam into you. He can just imagine your slackjawed expression as you cry out and cum on him.

Immediately after filling your cunt, Mihawk pulls out and shoves his face into your sopping hole, eager to have your blood on his tongue.

🤡Buggy🤡

You are bent in fucking half while Buggy screws you into the mattress. With his hands behind your knees, he looks down to watch where your bodies connect and sees the blood on his cock.

His movements pause and he's about to tell you, but then you say the words that have him twisted around your finger.

"Don't stop. Keep going."

There's no way Buggy would disobey those orders. Not when you you look him right in the eyes and ask so fucking sweetly from a mouth that was gagging on his dick moments ago.

So he keeps going, using his cock to stab into you, again and again and again. His thrusts are rough and mean, just how you like them.

The blood doesn't actually phase him. If anything, it's thrilling. He relishes each gasp you make every time he enters your body and leaves it bloodied.

"I'm going to ruin you," he promises.

Buggy will make good on that. He knows how to turn you into a filthy mess, and this time will be no different. He'll have you cumming on his cock until your eyes have rolled back, your legs are numb, and the sheets are stained.

When it's his turn, Buggy finishes by pulling out and stroking his cock, smearing the blood all over his hand, and coming on your stomach.

And then he'll admire the mess he made. The ruined mess you let him turn you into.

[robolvrr]

I loved your swerve x gn human bartender headcanons. Do you have any more headcanons for swerve x gn human if you do please share them ❤️

two bolts in a pod! ᴗ｡✷

swerve x gn! human reader headcanons.

thank you anon! enjoy.☆

"i.. you actually like listening to me talk?"

"... hey ratchet, check this one's processor! think they mighta hit it or somethin'..."

on the note of a human crew member it's common consensus that swerve is part of the many that have an intense interest in you as a species.

however, if you do happen to enjoy his company and questions and puns -- consider him your personal jester.

he gets so, so dramatic whenever you aren't fused at the hip joint. suddenly his shifts feel long and he's lamenting to his other cybertronian crew members which while is endearing to some in the way any lovesick trainwreck is, is incredibly annoying for others.

has helped make a stool at his bar for you, sized to scale.

there's this funky little staircase at the end of the table to help you up (since he doesn't want you squished in between mechs) that doesn't match at ALL.

spends an embarrassing time cycling stories ready to tell when asked. he frequently bites his fist because he thinks it's going to be boring, but you're in awe because hello, this is space and there are giant metal hot aliens.

you try to teach him to dance once. minibots are stockier, so seeing you bend and twist is as enchanting as it is perplexing.

it ends with him almost slipping and crushing half the bar but hey! your little laughs and snorts are more than enough to stroke a bruised ego.

brags. so much. when you develop nicknames and inside jokes.

"did you know that they call me and only me hotshot? huh? did ya?"

it's easy to just. lie to him regarding questions on humans. he's no means gullible but imagine he asks a normal question like "why is it called a tailbone" when you have an anatomy rundown and you confidently say you actually have a long, fluffy tail that only comes out every blue moon.

cue him researching through his limited sources (cough cough movies) to see where he missed THAT detail.

speaking of movies: will make you watch his collection before asking for yours.

enjoys lots of 80s sci-fi and cheesy b-thrillers.

expect him to whisper in your ear as you sit on his knees like a cute, nervous directors reel.

tries to get you to match those colorful clothes with his plating paint.

wh - romantic? him? nooo, it's just a friendly thing? a total cybertronian thing. uh huh. yeah. unless you'll know - wait no, don't clarify with brainstorm-

falls helm over pedes when you start giving him stuff. old, vintage bobbleheads. records and sports vanity jerseys and engraved shot glasses.

the courting gestures between your kinds are so different and alike it makes his coolant heat. you could be just beaming because you've alphabetically and flavor organized his stock records and he's here wondering how to sparkbond with a human without killing 'em.

my personal headcanon - he sits you on his shoulder when he's going around passing drinks. think of those bodybuilders and pretty models on the beach photoshoots. primus, he's down bad!

i see you getting spoiled rotten in all aspects, platonic and otherwise. he loves, loves all your reactions and expressions. has to sit in his habsuite and think about some venting exercises so he isn't buzzing in your presence all the time.

[im-so-normal-iswear]

Your writing is amazing 🤩

Can I request headcanons where The Big Three hedgehogs (separately) would react with a reader who doesn’t want to be in a romantic relationship with them; not because of them specifically, but because reader doesn’t want to be in life-threatening trouble all the time. They want to live peacefully, and they can’t have that if they’re dating hedgehogs who are known for attracting danger.

Sonic villains are scary and op. I wouldn’t want to deal with them, even if it meant rejecting the coolest characters in fiction.

Yandere triple s x Reader

Sonic:

Sonic is the embodiment of freedom and excitement, living life on the edge is all he knows. When you tell him you don't want to be in a relationship with him because of the chaos he attracts, he's initially confused.

"What do you mean you don't want excitement in your life?" he asks, his grin faltering. "You're seriously saying you'd rather stay boring and safe than, y'know, live it up with me?"

You explain that it's not about being boring, it's about being genuinely weary snd concerned. Eggman, Metal Sonic, literal GODS, waiting to pop out of the woodwork aren't exactly conducive to a peaceful lifestyle. You want to enjoy life without worrying about explosions, kidnappings, or world ending disasters.

At first, Sonic brushes it off with his usual charm. "C'mon, don't be like that. I'd never let anything happen to you, you know that!" But when you stand firm, his sunny charm starts to crack.

"Are you serious?" His voice lowers, losing its playful edge. "You're really turning me down because of a little danger? You think you're safer without me?"

His words filled with disbelief and growing frustration. How could you not see that he's the guy for you? He protects you better than anyone else could. Sure, Eggman"s schemes are dangerous, but they'd be even more dangerous if he wasn't around to stop them.

As days pass, Sonic'a obsession starts to surface in ways you didn't expect. He's always watching, always. You'll look out the window and catch a fleeting blur of blue, or feel the wind shift as he speeds past. You can't shake the feeling that he's nearby, even when you're alone.

When he finally confronts you again, his tone is far less casual than before. "You don't get it, do you? If you're not with me, you're vulnerable. I can't just leave you out here, waiting for something to happen. It's too dangerous without me."

His logic twists. In his mind, your rejection only proves that you need him more. You dont want to be around him because you dont want to get hurt? He'll give you that wish. Sonic begins isolating you from anything that could "endanger" you. Friends mysteriously cancel plans. Locations you frequent suddenly close down. If you dont want to be happy with him, thats fine, he'll make sure you cant be with anyone. After all, they might "endanger you" too

Shadow:

Shadow doesn't take rejection lightly. When you tell him that you don't want a relationship because of the danger associated with him, his first reaction is silent disbelief. He stares at you, his eyes narrowing as he tries to process what he just heard.

"You think being with me is dangerous?" His voice is cold, almost offended. "I've kept you alive all this time, haven't I? Do you really think anyone else could protect you better than me?"

You try to explain that it's not about him failing to protect you. You just don't want to wake up every day wondering which new villain will target you because of your association with him. Shadow's life is crazy, and just way too "eventful", and you're not cut out for that kind of stress.

For a moment, Shadow seems to consider your words. He's calculating, always analyzing the situation for the most logical solution. But then his own head gets the better of him, and the idea of you rejecting him, for any reason, sends him into a quiet fury.

"So, you think you can live a peaceful life without me?" His tone deceptively calm. "You think you can just walk away and no one will come after you?"

It’s a veiled threat, but there's truth in his words. Shadow's enemies are ruthless, and you even being friends would have already alerted them enough of your presence by now. In his mind, letting you go isn't just reckless, it's cruel. You need him, whether you realize it or not.

Shadow begins to follow you. He's always nearby, watching from the shadows, ensuring you're safe. But his presence isn't comforting. Every time you think you've escaped his grasp, he's there, reminding you that your "peaceful" life is a fantasy.

"You just dont understand, do you? If anything, im the only thing keeping you safe."

And if you still insist on resisting? Shadow's methods become less "gentle". He's not above using force to keep you by his side. In his mind, it's all justified. After all, he's doing this for your own good.

Silver:

Silver is the most emotionally vulnerable of the three. When you tell him you don't want to be in a relationship because of the danger he attracts, his first reaction is heartbreak.

"Wait... what?" His voice cracks, and his wide, teary eyes search your face for any sign that you're joking. "You… you don’t want to be with me? Why...?"

You explain that it's not about him as a person, it's about the constant danger. You're not strong like him. You don't have speed, psychic powers, or any training. You're just a regular mobian trying to survive, and being with him feels like painting a target on your back.

Silver's lip trembles as he tries to process your words. "But... I can protect you. I'd never let anything happen to you, I swear!" His desperation is just saddening. He doesn’t understand why you'd reject him when he's offering to keep you safe.

As the days go on, Silver becomes increasingly obsessive. He can't stop thinking about you, about how wrong it is for you to push him away. He convinces himself that you're just scared and that he needs to prove he can give you the peaceful life you want.

Silver starts "fixing" your life in ways that quickly spiral out of control. He uses his powers to move you away from anything he perceives as a threat. If someone looks at you the wrong way, they trip and fall. If a place feels "unsafe," he blocks your access to it entirely.

When he confronts you again, his tone is a mix of desperation and determination. "I've done everything I can to make things better for you! Don't you see? We can be together. You just have to trust me!"

If you still resist, Silver becomes more unhinged. He's not naturally violent, but his obsession with keeping you safe drives him to extremes. He starts to believe that the only way to protect you is to keep you with him, always.

"I know you're scared" he whispers, holding you close despite your protests. "But I’ll make everything okay. You'll see. You don't have to worry about anything anymore... because I’m here."

[fangdokja]

In a world where only the strongest survive, he’s the monster you can't escape.

❤︎ Synopsis. In a world overrun by the dead, he’s the last thing you need to survive—but the only thing you can’t escape. His love is twisted, possessive, and all-consuming, and you’ll never be free, not even in death.

♡ Book. Whispers in the Dark (WITD): Subtle Devotion, Lingering Shadows.

♡ Pairing. Yandere! Zombie Apocalypse! Survivor x Fem. Reader

♡ Headcanon. Flesh and Fetish - Part 1

♡ Word Count. 2,143

♡ TW. dom + top + older + sadistic + yandere, general non-con + manipulation, rape, BDSM, slight descriptions of gore and death

♡ His Story. In the world of the dead, he was the only thing keeping you alive—and tearing you apart.

♡ Yandere! Zombie Apocalypse! Survivor who first saw you huddled in the corner of an abandoned grocery store, clutching a jagged shard of broken glass like it was your last lifeline. The air was thick with decay, the walls coated in grime and old blood. You sat there, trembling and pathetic, your wide eyes darting to every creak and shadow as if the darkness itself might lunge at you.

He tilted his head, his lips curving into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Put that down before you hurt yourself,” he said, voice low and rough, cutting through the oppressive silence. You flinched but didn’t lower the glass, your knuckles white from gripping it so tightly. That’s when he knew: you weren’t brave or strong. You were prey.

♡ Yandere! Zombie Apocalypse! Survivor who could’ve left you there, just another frail soul doomed to be devoured by the nightmare outside. But something about the way you shook, the way your hollow eyes glistened with unshed tears, stirred something primal in him.

You were weak, fragile, easy to mold and claim. He stepped closer, boots crunching on shattered debris, his shadow swallowing you whole. “Don’t worry, little one,” he murmured, voice dripping with false comfort. “I’ll take care of you.”

♡ Yandere! Zombie Apocalypse! Survivor who dragged you back to his den, a fortress cobbled together from scrap metal and rubble. You screamed, your hoarse voice echoing into the cold, empty night, but he didn’t flinch. Your nails clawed at his arms, leaving streaks of blood that only made his grin widen.

“Keep fighting,” he growled, his breath hot against your ear as he pinned you to the ground to secure your hands. “I like it when you struggle.”

♡ Yandere! Zombie Apocalypse! Survivor who didn’t bother pretending to be kind. He rationed your food, giving you just enough to keep you alive but never enough to make you comfortable.

Every bite, every sip of water came with a price: a whispered thank-you, a tearful acknowledgment of your dependence on him. He thrived on your desperation, watching as you slowly stopped resisting.

“Go ahead,” he said one night, his voice a low purr as he leaned against the barricaded door. “Run. See how far you get before the infected rip you apart.”

You froze, your trembling hands gripping the thin blanket he’d given you. His smirk deepened as he saw the fear flicker in your eyes. “That’s what I thought.”

♡ Yandere! Zombie Apocalypse! Survivor who caught you kneeling beside a wounded stranger one day, your hands pressing a scrap of cloth against the man’s oozing wound.

The man’s skin was pale, his breaths shallow, but he whispered broken thanks that made your heart ache. You thought you were safe, thought he wouldn’t notice—but he was always watching.

“What do you think you’re doing?” His voice was a serrated blade, cutting through the fragile moment. You froze, the bloodied cloth slipping from your hands as his shadow loomed over you.

Turning slowly, you met his gaze, and your stomach dropped. His eyes weren’t angry—it was worse. Cold and sharp, gleaming with a possessiveness that made your skin crawl.

“He was hurt,” you stammered, your voice barely audible. “I was just trying to—”

“Trying to what?” he hissed, his hand darting out to grab your wrist. The pressure was bruising, unyielding, as he yanked you to your feet. The injured man whimpered, his voice a weak plea, and that sound ignited something feral in your captor.

“He doesn’t get to thank you,” he spat, dragging you closer until his face was inches from yours. His breath was hot, his lips twisted in a snarl. “He doesn’t get anything from you. Not your kindness. Not your pity. Not your touch.”

“Please,” you whispered, tears spilling down your cheeks. “He’ll die if we don’t—”

“Good,” he snapped, cutting you off. His free hand shot out, grabbing the injured man by the collar. He hauled the stranger up like a ragdoll and dragged him toward the crumbling wall of a nearby building. The man’s feeble protests were swallowed by your captor’s dark laughter.

“Since you care so much,” he said, turning back to you with a grin that made your blood run cold, “why don’t you watch?”

“No,” you gasped, stepping forward only to have his arm shoot out, shoving you back with bruising force. You hit the ground hard, the air knocked from your lungs as you scrambled to sit up. He loomed over the man, his knife glinting in the dim light.

“Yes.”

♡ Yandere! Zombie Apocalypse! Survivor who made a spectacle of the slaughter. His movements were methodical, deliberate, as he drove the blade into the man’s abdomen. Blood sprayed in dark arcs, splattering the cracked pavement and pooling around the man’s twitching body. You turned away, bile rising in your throat, but his voice snapped your head back.

“Don’t look away,” he barked, his tone sharp enough to cut. “This is what your empathy gets you. A pile of guts and a dead fool who didn’t deserve your pity.”

Your sobs broke free, raw and uncontrollable, but he didn’t stop. He laughed, a jagged sound that echoed in the hollow ruins around you. When the man’s body finally stilled, your captor turned to you, his hands slick with blood. He crouched beside you, his expression softening in a way that made your skin crawl.

“You’re too soft,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your tear-streaked face. “But don’t worry. I’ll fix that. I’ll strip it away until there’s nothing left but what belongs to me.”

♡ Yandere! Zombie Apocalypse! Survivor who burned the man’s body that night, the acrid stench of charred flesh lingering in the air. You sat by the fire, silent and trembling, as he settled beside you. His arm draped around your shoulders, pulling you against his side as if to shield you from the world he’d just reminded you was cruel.

“You’ll thank me one day,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your temple. “When there’s nothing left out there but death, you’ll see I’m the only one who can keep you safe. The only one who loves you enough to do this.”

You didn’t respond, your hollow gaze fixed on the flickering flames. But deep down, you knew he wasn’t saving you from the world. He was devouring you, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but him.

♡ Yandere! Zombie Apocalypse! Survivor who had long since abandoned the notion of morality in favor of survival. Yet, in you, he found a different kind of obsession—one that simmered with possession rather than camaraderie.

His gifts were always strange, eerie tokens scavenged from the ruins of a world reduced to ash and bone: a tarnished locket encrusted with dirt, a porcelain doll’s head with its eyes eerily intact, a cracked mirror that still reflected fragments of a long-lost innocence.

“Pretty things for my pretty girl,” he sneered, though the mockery in his tone was belied by the way his hands trembled as he clasped the locket around your neck.

His fingers lingered at the nape of your neck, brushing against your skin in a way that made you shiver—whether from fear or something darker, you didn’t know. “There. Now you’ll always carry a piece of me. You won’t forget, will you?”

♡ Yandere! Zombie Apocalypse! Survivor who insisted on protecting you, but only on his terms.

“You don’t need a weapon,” he said, his voice sharp with finality when you dared to ask for one. “That’s my job.” His gaze pinned you in place, a predator’s stare dissecting every inch of you.

“You’ll just get yourself killed,” he spat when you pressed the issue. His fingers curled around your arm, tight enough to bruise. He kept you close at all times, his shadow looming over you like a storm cloud.

Every step you took was measured, every movement scrutinized. One day, you ventured a step too far, and his response was instant and brutal.

“Stay where I can see you,” he growled, his voice laced with venom as he yanked you back. “You’re mine to keep safe. You run again, and I’ll drag you back in chains. Do you understand?”

♡ Yandere! Zombie Apocalypse! Survivor who thrived on the power he held over you, the way your defiance flickered but never fully burned. He saw the way you recoiled from his touch but clung to him when the distant howls of the infected pierced the night.

“You need me,” he whispered one evening, his breath warm against your ear as you lay frozen beneath the weight of his arm. “Deep down, you know it. Without me, you’re nothing but a corpse waiting to happen.” His lips brushed against your temple, a cruel smile curling against your skin as he pressed closer.

♡ Yandere! Zombie Apocalypse! Survivor who didn’t ask for permission, didn’t wait for consent. The world outside was a wasteland, and he’d carved out a kingdom of decay with you as his unwilling queen.

When he had you beneath him, trembling and trapped, the outside world ceased to exist. There was only the frantic, feral pulse of his need and the muffled sounds of your resistance.

“You like running, don’t you?” he growled, his voice a low rasp as his teeth scraped along your neck. His hands pinned your wrists above your head, his grip unyielding. “Go ahead. Try it again. See how far you get before I find you.”

But he never gave you the chance. His body pressed against yours, all raw muscle and unrelenting dominance. His movements were calculated, deliberate, every action designed to remind you that escape was a fantasy. The fabric between you tore easily, his strength reducing any barriers to shreds.

♡ Yandere! Zombie Apocalypse! Survivor who fucked you with the same ruthless efficiency he used to dispatch the infected. His hips moved with bruising force, each thrust a claim, each motion a declaration of ownership. The scarred expanse of his chest pressed against your trembling form, his sweat mingling with yours as he drove you to the edge of your endurance.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice a guttural snarl that left no room for disobedience. Tears blurred your vision, but his gaze burned through them, piercing and unrelenting. “I want to see your face when I ruin you.”

And ruin you he did. His teeth sank into your shoulder, his name leaving his lips like a prayer as his hands left trails of fire and bruises in their wake. He was relentless, animalistic, every motion infused with a hunger that could never be sated.

♡ Yandere! Zombie Apocalypse! Survivor who reveled in your tears, the way they streaked down your cheeks as you whimpered beneath him. His tongue flicked out to taste the salt, a dark chuckle rumbling in his chest.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice dripping with a twisted reverence that made your stomach churn. “You look so beautiful like this—broken and mine.”

♡ Yandere! Zombie Apocalypse! Survivor who found almost as much pleasure in the aftermath as in the act itself. The marks he left on your skin—the bruises, the bites, the scratches—were trophies, proof of his claim. His calloused fingers traced them with a perverse tenderness, his gaze admiring as if he’d painted a masterpiece.

“Don’t ever forget,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear as his arms caged you in. “No one else gets this. No one else touches you. You’re mine—every fucking inch of you.”

And as he pulled you into his suffocating embrace, his body radiating heat and dominance, you realized the full weight of your captivity. There was no escape from him, no reprieve from the darkness that consumed him every time he looked at you.

You were his obsession, his salvation, his destruction. And he would never let you forget it.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hello, I came to say that dragons are mythical creatures often depicted to be possessive in mythology and literature, sometimes known for their immense power, territorial instincts, and the symbolic association with hoarding wealth and treasures...

Twisted Wonderland in context, Malleus Draconia was confirmed to be a dragon fairy (essentially a dragon who can take a shape of a man), and I was curious if Malleus may have exhibited possessive traits in canon, whether through main story or vignette...?

The reason I ask that is because mischaracterizing characters or making them OOC is the last thing I want to do when it comes to writing or analyzing...

**Sorry if I was not able to word it in a way that you can understand what I'm trying to convey because sometimes I feel inferior that my wording may come off as blunt or insensitive. I just want to leave a brief note that I don't mean to come off as rude or dismissive. I appreciate your understanding!**

In my opinion, Malleus in canon is protective but not possessive. What do I mean by that? Glad you asked. Let's start by laying down some definitions.

In this situation, when I say “protective”, it implies good intentions. It means actively looking out for others' safety and wellbeing. To be possessive, on the other hand, implies a more controlling desire to own or to restrict another's actions. It’s commanding and demanding all of a person’s attention and love. It means having a disrespect for others' autonomy and instead trying to displace it with your will. (Yes, I know that you're probably automatically thinking of The Big Exception of book 7, but I will address that later in this post so hang on for a moment!)

This gets long, so buckle up! We’ve got a lot to talk about.

First thing's first, a lot of the "possessive Malleus" interpretations originate from fandom, especially when it comes to yandere, yume, or generally romantic fan works. (And to be clear: This is NOT to shame the folks who enjoy these kinds of works; I am only listing them here as examples.) Oftentimes this occurs due to individual fans bringing in ideas from media outside the bounds of Twisted Wonderland. This is totally expected and normal; there is no such thing as someone who has an interest in ONLY a singular thing. We will naturally apply our previous knowledge to help us understand and interpret new information.

For example, in irl mythology, fae are hurt by iron--and even in Disney's own films, such as Maleficent, iron is depicted as harming fae and sapping them of their power. This led to many Twst fans headcanoning that iron does the same thing to fae in Twisted Wonderland. However, we learn in book 7 that this is NOT true. Fae, particularly nobles, do find the smell of iron nauseating, but the metal does not appear to impede their powers or hinder them in any way. Lilia and his men are still able to dispatch several Silver Owls (who are dressed in iron arm and battle with iron tanks and other machinery) without issue.

Another example that’s pretty popular is fans believing that whole “if you tell a fairy your name, it grants them power over you” thing. Some have claimed this will come into play in book 7’s final battle. Others claim this is the deeper or secondary reason as to why Malleus doesn’t reveal his own name to Yuu until book 5, as giving his name would grant Yuu power over him. However, there’s nothing in-universe to suggest that names have cultural significance to fae or that any sort of power or status is granted by relinquishing one’s name. Yuu (or Malleus’s hundreds of other classmates) have also demonstrated no such control over him.

Remember: what is true outside of Twst, including in Disney's own works, is NOT necessarily true inside of Twst.

Going back to the initial question, I believe that "Malleus is possessive" is also a headcanon of a similar vein; fans are coming into Twst familiar with other mythos which state that dragons are possessive, territorial, and greedy on top of being powerful. Because Malleus is a dragon fae and is known to possess great power, it's very easy for fans to see the parallels between him and the dragons they already know of. This then leads to them filling in the gaps of his personality and projecting other stereotypical draconic traits onto him. In Malleus's case, this was extremely easy to do because it took a few years for him to see any significant spotlight in both event stories (Glorious Masquerade) and in the main story (book 7).

I think the easiest way for us to analyze whether Malleus is protective or possessive is to examine his closest relationships in the narrative of Twst. I will not be counting Sebek and Silver individually here, as they are both his bodyguards and Malleus maintains a mostly professional relationship with them. Instead, we shall look at Malleus's attitude by looking at his relationships with Lilia and Yuu, then proceed into discussing related behaviors.

I believe it's indisputable that Lilia is one of the most important people to Malleus. Lilia trained him, taught him, and trained him. He is basically Malleus's father figure. The fear of losing Lilia is what causes Malleus to emotionally spiral and take drastic measures in a desperate attempt to avoid that unhappy ending. His entire motivation for unleashing his UM is "not losing [Lilia]!" You would think that if Malleus was going to be possessive of anyone, it would be with Lilia. But the truth of the matter is... he's mostly just... not? Lilia is a very sociable person in the student body. He's frequently gaming with Idia, taking care of or lending wisdom to others (Silver, Sebek, etc.), hanging out with Cater and Kalim in their club, interacting with dorm leaders and freshmen when Malleus is absent for ceremonies, and more--yet Malleus doesn't seem to express any jealousy over sharing Lilia. I'd also like to add that although Malleus lacks parents, he doesn't really show envy over Lilia treating and calling Silver his own son instead of himself. Oh, Malleus certainly does express jealousy to some extent. Who would forget the time in his Dorm Uniform vignettes when he crushed Lilia's phone? The thing is though, the times when Malleus is upset are not fueled by not wanting to share Lilia or wanting to monopolize his time. In the previous example I cited, Malleus broke Lilia's phone because Lilia had received a picture Kalim and the other dorm leaders took after a meeting. Even the dialogue exchanged implies this; Malleus did not automatically get mad when he noticed that Lilia had a notification, he only got mad after realizing he was excluded from something the other dorm leaders were all involved in. Malleus was upset that he was not invited, not that Kalim was texting Lilia. Additionally, it is stated that the dorm leader must grant permission for others to use the lounge. If he wanted to, he could withhold the permission for Lilia, who wants the lounge for his farewell party (which everyone is invited to), or stipulate that he wants a more formal affair with just Diasomnia members present. Malleus doesn’t act in this possessive way though. He grants Lilia what he desires without issue.

Next up for scrutiny is Yuu! Now, there's some gray area here because part of Yuu's relationship with Malleus is defined by how much the player projects onto the self-insert/blank slate character. Please note that, when I discuss Yuu, I am leaving out individual interpretations and going STRICTLY by the information presenting in canon.

It can be said that Malleus slowly develops a fondness for Yuu's company over the course of the main story. At first, he is surprised and maybe even a little disappointed that someone has taken residence in Ramshackle--it used to be desolate, which makes it a perfect spot to visit on his nightly strolls. However, Malleus soon finds amusement in the fact that Yuu, not being of this world, has no clue who he is or what his status is. This grants him the freedom to speak at ease with this human and to "be himself" in a way that he cannot be with others, who typically cower at his name. You could also argue that Yuu telling Malleus they may have found a way home expedited the despair he felt in book 7, as he learned so quickly that two of his friends would be exiting his life soon. This, however, is not possessiveness. It's normal to have fear and anxiety about losing the people you love.

Malleus's voice lines also do not indicate possessiveness. Yes, there's the usual and expected fanservice-y lines where he invites Yuu to come and engage in various activities with him, but nothing in those suggests he would exclude others or become upset if they also wanted to join. (Are you telling me that Malleus wouldn't want to talk for hours on end about the glory of gargoyles to TWO people instead of just one?????) Additionally, all the characters get similar fanservice-y lines, so it's not something exclusive to Malleus. There was one line that gave me pause: "You always seem to attract a crowd... More so than I'd like, really." Buuut I think this could be read a number of ways, not solely in an ‘I want you all to myself’ way. Malleus actually does like to be alone, hence his nightly strolls. The line can therefore also be read as Malleus enjoying solitude or one-on-one conversations as opposed to addressing a group. In that case, it's a personal preference and not necessarily a sign of possessiveness. He’s definitely not completely averse to group activities though; there are lines where Malleus invites Yuu to do things with him and other characters. For example, from his PE Uniform: “Sebek has been badgering me to help train him. I'll permit you to join us. ... You're coming, I trust?”

The guy generally doesn't get angry or annoyed if Yuu mentions having other friends or managing the 7 member VDC/SDC group. In fact, he sometimes encourages Yuu to interact with others. One of his birthday lines is, "You needn't linger and focus on me to the exclusion of others. I want everyone to enjoy the party, yourself included." Malleus doesn’t so much as flinch or react when a complete stranger kisses the back of Yuu’s hand either. If he was truly possessive, wouldn’t he have gotten angry or—at the very least—have frowned or tried to put some distance between Yuu and said stranger? Yet Malleus doesn’t really react or comment on it despite being present.

Malleus seems to understand that it's not very polite to demand all of someone's time or attention--and this makes perfect sense of his character. He is a royal, and that means he was taught proper manners. Malleus has even indicated before that his grandmother stressed the importance of observing etiquette, particularly around invitations. You don't just invite yourself to functions or insert yourself into others' lives if not extended said invites... and Malleus, for the most part, adheres to those rules. In various voice lines, he even frets over committing social faux pas, wondering if he has offended his peers with certain behaviors. For example, from his Masquerade Dress: "Flamme shoots me stern looks on occasion. Have I behaved improperly in some way...?"

Malleus is also not generally possessive when it comes to his items or territory. He wants to share cake with others; eating a whole one gave him heartburn and now whole cakes are his least favorite food. Additionally, he tends to welcome people to Diasomnia rather than chase them out or expel them. (After all, they so rarely get visitors in the first place.) Malleus will at least hear out the reasoning for seeking him out. As an example, Leona (someone who has had a rocky history with Malleus) goes to Diasomnia in his Ceremonial Robes vignettes to exchange robes after a laundry mix-up. This is a stark contrast to the highly territorial Leona, who attacks a magicless human in thd Botanical Garden and also allows his own students to wail on Yuu and co. for simply walking being in Savanaclaw. Leona joins in on this bullying too. I think it's pretty clear that Malleus handles guests with far more tact, grace, and patience than his fellow prince.

I want to point out that though Malleus is usually amicable with guests, there are exceptions. Ramshackle, as I mentioned earlier, is a place he enjoys a lot. He indicates in his Halloween Dress card that “If anyone dares to damage [this] dorm, I will be as a lóng and reduce them to cinders. I have become rather fond of that place, after all.” Indeed, he does act on this promise in Terror is Trending and comes close to striking down Magicam Monsters for disrespecting a place he holds so dear. Is this possessive though? Yes, it’s a place he loves—but it’s also a place where his friend Yuu lives.

There are many other examples of Malleus going to extreme lengths to protect the things he loves. He vows to destroy Rollo Flamme, who poses a threat to his people, the fae (who depend on magic as their way of life, and the sentient gargoyles, whom he has recently befriended. He unleashes his mighty magic to attack those who wound his pride. He stops time and kidnaps the entire student body all for the sake of including ghosts in a Halloween celebration. And, of course, he sends Sage’s Island to sleep in a desperate bid to stop losing everyone. The majority of these behaviors involve him lashing out at those who pose legitimate threats to things he cares about. It’s not as though be is acting for no discernible reason or because he is doesn’t want his loved ones being with people other than him. Does that make these actions right? No, absolutely not. But I would say they are definitely more protective than possessive.

Very rarely is Malleus actively preventing his peers from spending time away from him. Sure, he gets upset that he’s not invited to join them and sure, he wishes people would invite him too—but there’s a difference between longing and being mopey about this and acting so domineering he’s breathing down the necks of others to only be with him. He is not stopping people from being with their friends and family. He is not stopping people from using his things or entering his territory. Even when he makes everyone sleep, he grants them the space to craft their own dreams and doesn’t even make the dreams center around him and his own involvement on their lives. Oftentimes the dreams involve several other characters that are important to the individual dreamer and Malleus does not appear at all. (Again, this doesn’t mean using his UM was the best move to resolve his issues; I’m just saying his actions were not necessarily possessive.)

So, in conclusion, I stand by the thesis at I proposed at the start of this post: Malleus is largely protective, not possessive, despite what many fandom interpretations would have you believe.

[smokesandsonatas]

Just wanted to pour some grief on the NRC boys.

Characters: Everyone in Night Raven College.

Warnings: Mentions of death. Slow death. Reader/Yuu is aware that they are dying. Headcanon after-effects of overblot. Gender-Neutral reader.

Not beta read.

Mors immatura

Your death rang hollow in the halls of Night Raven College.

You had vomited blood.

Crimson streaks splattered your trembling hands, and for a brief moment, you stared at them in horror. Your breath hitched, panic rising within you, but soon, a strange, eerie calm settled over your body. You wiped the blood away hurriedly, rinsing your mouth as the metallic tang clung to your tongue. Deep down, you could feel it, your magicless body is finally paying its toll. It was in your bones, your heartbeat slowing, your fragile body unable to cope.

Your time was running out.

With dizziness clouding your vision, you left the bathroom, finding Grim eagerly waiting for you. 

He didn’t know.

No one did.

….

Your sight had begun to blur, but you blamed it on the lack of sleep. The strain from fighting alongside the others, surviving every overblot, without the aid of magic, had taken its toll. The faces around you gradually began to warp into something sinister—shadows and streaks of color, barely recognizable. Faces twisted, shapes indistinguishable, until all you could see were faint glimmers of light.

You had survived seven overblots without magic. You had made it this far.

You would survive this.

Or so you told yourself.

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You often thought about it—about what would happen if you died here in Twisted Wonderland or somehow returned home. In every scenario, Grim lost. In every outcome, he was alone. That thought crushed you more than anything else, a weight heavier than anything you’d ever borne.

You closed your eyes, pressing your fingers to the bridge of your nose. The sharp taste of metal lingered on your tongue. You looked down to see blood, a tiny crimson droplet on the paper in front of you.

Followed by another drop of red, then another. Until your blood had mixed with the ink of your pen in your trembling hands.

You crumpled the paper and threw it away.

…

It was undeniable now. You were dying. Your body—magicless, human, frail—had withstood more than it was ever meant to. The overblots, the chaos, the endless strain had pushed you past your limits, and now your body was breaking. You grabbed your lip balm, pressing it against your dry, cracked lips, but the balm melted, unable to heal the itching, peeling wounds.

Death looms near over you.

…

You had collapsed.

When you woke up, the cold floor of the bathroom pressed against your skin. Ghosts had knocked on your door, asking if you were alright. You shouted that you were fine—you feel your throat tear as you do so, but when you glanced at yourself in the mirror, you saw the truth. Bruises covered your body, dark and angry—blood had burst beneath your skin. Your lips were cracked and bleeding. Your eyes… lifeless.

Then blood dripped slowly from your nose and mouth.

You are dying.

How would they react when they found out? The people you had fought beside, helped, befriended, all without the magic they took for granted. Would they even care? Hastily you returned to your bath, the water in the tub turning a disgusting mixture of brown and red.

…

In the hallway, you found a strange sense of peace. Despite everything, you had played a part here. You had healed wounds that went deeper than magic, helped those around you without any powers of your own. You watched Grim, running ahead, his laughter mixing with Ace and Deuce’s banter.

You looked around at everyone: Malleus walking with Lilia, deep in conversation, Vil and Rook sharing a private laugh. Leona and Ruggie exchanging teasing remarks. Idia—talking to Azul regarding club matters, with Ortho by his side. Kalim swinging happily beside Jamil. Trey and Cater following not far behind, lost in their own conversation. The Leech twins laughing loudly, their voices filling the hall. Riddle, Epel, and Silver having a quiet chat. Sebek and Jack comparing their strength, as they always did.

Your heart swelled. Grim would be okay. They would all be okay. They didn’t need you anymore.

"Grim," you called out, your voice steady but soft. A few heads turned in your direction, confused, including Grim’s. He blinked at you, tilting his head.

"I'm glad I came here," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

And then, you fell.

Your body crumpled to the ground, your head colliding with the hard stone floor with a sickening crack.

…

Crack.

The sound of bone on stone reverberating through the hallway. The air went still, thick with an eerie silence. All eyes were on you, lying motionless on the cold floor, blood beginning to trickle from your nose and mouth. A slow, dark crimson trail painted the stone beneath you.

For a moment, no one moved. No one breathed.

Then the first scream pierced the silence.

“Henchman!” 

Grim’s voice cracked as he bolted toward you. His claws dug into the floor, dragging him closer, faster, panic ripping through him like a tidal wave—fur standing on end. His eyes widened in horror as he saw the blood pouring from your lips, staining the stone red, your eyes rolled at the back of your head, and the way your chest no longer moved with breath. "No, no, no, no!" His voice was a desperate plea.

Grim wasn’t the only one who lost control.

Ace was next, pushing Grim aside, his hands frantically grabbing your shoulders. "Get up! Get up!" His voice shook, but it wasn’t a tease this time—it was desperation, pure and sharp. Blood smeared his hands as he shook you, but your body didn’t react. “You’re fine, you’re always fine! Don’t—don’t do this!” Magic had started accumulating behind him, like a slice of a sharp card against frail skin.

Deuce collapsed beside him, his face ghostly pale, his hands trembling as he reached for your face, wiping away the blood from your lips with shaky fingers—all it did was smear your face in red. “No… please… wake up…” His voice was barely a whisper, cracking with a grief he hadn’t known how to feel until now. Tears slipped down his cheeks, splashing onto your clothes, mixing with the blood.

Riddle stumbled forward, his composure unraveling as he tried to get past his two subordinates now in hysterics. He pressed two fingers to your neck, searching for a pulse, but there was only stillness. “No…” His voice broke, and a tremor of uncontrollable magic sparked from his body, making the air ripple. “No, no, no. You can’t be—Wake up!” His voice rose into a cry, desperate and accusing, but the accusations were aimed at himself.

Leona stepped forward, his face twisted in rage and disbelief. "Out of the way," he growled, shoving the others aside as if they were nothing. His claws dug into your arm, hard enough to leave bruises. "You don’t get to leave. You hear me?" His voice was low, dangerous. He leaned in close—you reeked rotten, his breath hot on your skin. “Wake up.” His voice was a command this time, snarling through clenched teeth.

But you didn’t stir.

“Wake up!”

Nothing.

Leona’s eyes darkened with something primal, something dangerous, his grip tightening, magic sparking at his fingertips. “You’re not leaving.” His voice was a snarl, deep and guttural. “I won’t let you leave me.”

Behind him, Malleus’s eyes burned with an unearthly glow. He took slow, deliberate steps toward your body, his presence making the room seem smaller, suffocating. His gaze was fixed on you, and beneath his calm exterior, something twisted and dark brewed. “No,” he murmured, his voice like a storm cloud forming on the horizon. “This can’t be the end.” His magic flared, crackling in the air like lightning about to strike. “You will wake.”

Lilia, always watchful, grabbed Malleus by the shoulder, trying to pull him back. “Malleus, no—your magic is too unstable right now.” Even he, the one who had seen so much loss, struggled to contain the well of emotion building inside him.

But Malleus’s eyes glowed, filled with a dangerous desperation. “I will bring them back,” he whispered. His voice was sharp, cold. “I must bring them back. I cannot lose them.”

Sebek froze, eyes wide with disbelief, his entire world crumbling as he stared at your lifeless body. "Prefect!" he roared, voice trembling with desperation as he rushed forward, but his hands hovered, shaking, too afraid to touch you. For the first time, the brashness that defined him cracked, and his voice softened to a broken whisper. "This can’t be real..." Tears welled in his green eyes, his heart shattering under the weight of failure. 

Beside him, Silver fell to his knees in silence, his calm exterior replaced by a hollow expression. He gently took your cold hand, his own tears slipping quietly down his face as he whispered, "You were supposed to stay with us..." Both boys were drowning in the same crushing grief—Sebek’s magic flaring wildly beneath his skin, fueled by helpless rage, while Silver’s quiet sorrow seemed to darken the very air around him. 

Azul, watching from the side, taking slow steps towards your cold body, felt all three of his heart drop into his stomach. His thoughts whirled, a hundred ideas—contracts, spells, anything to fix this—each more desperate than the last. His eyes had split into two horizontal slits. “This can’t be real,” he muttered, his voice trembling. His mind raced through his memories of every deal he’d ever made, but nothing could reverse death—No! You’re not—!

Floyd’s laughter echoed suddenly, sharp and jagged. “Hehehe… little shrimpy’s just playing dead, right?” He leaned down, his long fingers grabbing your shoulders. His grip was bruising, almost cruel, as he shook you like a ragdoll—no response, instead blood had gushed out of your ears. “Get up. We’re not done having fun yet, right? Right, Shrimpy?” His grin was wide, but his voice cracked. “Come on, don’t mess with me like this.”

Jade was silent, his hand resting lightly on Floyd’s shoulder, his gaze fixed on you. He said nothing, but the twitch in his jaw betrayed the turmoil brewing inside him. His hand gripped his brother’s shoulders tight, as if he was also grounding himself against the shock coursing through his body. His eyes were fixed on you, cold calculation flickering beneath the surface.

Grim’s breathing grew heavier. His little chest heaved, his eyes locked on your body, the blood pooling beneath your mouth. He backed away slowly, his fur standing on end, his pupils shrinking into pinpricks.

It’s his fault.

The thought slammed into him, unbidden and cruel. If he’d been stronger—if he hadn’t needed you to fight for him—you wouldn’t be lying there now, still and cold. The rage bubbled up inside him, thick and dark, something feral.

“NO!” Grim screamed, his voice warping as thick, black flames exploded from his body. The ground trembled beneath him, cracks spiderwebbing through the stone. Black sludge began to rise, oozing from the cracks, his magic spiraling out of control as he overblotted. His eyes turned black, his tears mixing with the darkness pouring out of him. “YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME! I WON’T LET YOU!”

The flames grew, licking at the walls, dark magic pulsing from Grim in violent waves. The very air around him warped, as if the weight of his magic was threatening to crush the room itself.

The others barely noticed.

Malleus’s magic roared to life, his desperation turning to fury as he stood over your body, green lightning flickering at his fingertips. “This world… this place... It doesn’t deserve you if it takes you from me!” The darkness in his voice reverberated through the hallway, his magic on the verge of snapping.

Leona’s claws dug into the stone floor, his muscles taut, rage barely contained. “You will not depart,” he growled, his fangs bared. Jack had froze beside a wide-eyed Ruggie, who now trembles, their voices leaving the both of them. The beasts had gone cold, dissociating from reality. 

Riddle stood frozen, shaking violently as his magic flared uncontrollably. His eyes flicked between you and the others, panic and helplessness overtaking him. “This can’t be!”

Even Idia, standing further back, his face pale, muttered to himself, his mind spinning into madness. “I—I should’ve done something. I should’ve—I can’t… fix this…” His words tumbled out in a frenzied whisper, as if his mind was collapsing under the weight of his thoughts. The familiar flicker of a tablet or the comforting click of his keyboard were nowhere to ground him now. His shaking hands reached for nothing, helplessly twitching as if trying to summon some unseen solution from thin air.

His usually distant gaze, now haunted, locked onto your lifeless body, his breaths coming in shallow, irregular gasps. "I-I... I should've been faster, smarter... anything... ANYTHING." His voice trembles, and he stumbled back, hitting the wall behind him like a marionette with its strings cut. His fingers dug into his hair, pulling at it as though the physical pain could stop the onslaught of guilt ravaging his mind.

Ortho rushed forward, his sensors going haywire as he scanned your body. “No… no… no signs of life detected.” His voice, usually so calm, so confident, trembled with panic, his little hands trying to support his dissociating brother. “This… this can’t be…” His mechanical heart raced as he looked up at his brother, but Idia was unresponsive, lost in his own spiral of grief.

Around them, the world seemed to warp and twist, the sheer weight of their grief and magic bending reality itself. The stones beneath their feet cracked, the walls groaned under the pressure of the overwhelming despair. The storm of emotions threatened to tear the very fabric of Night Raven College apart.

And at the center of it all, you lay still, blood seeping from your mouth and nose in slow, dark rivulets.

You were gone.

And with you, the fragile threads that held their world together had snapped.

The world had become a swirl of madness, magic crackling in the air like a live wire ready to snap. But as your blood spilled, that dark crimson seeping into the cracks of the stone floor, more footsteps echoed down the hall. A shift in the wind. Others arrived, drawn by the sound, the fury, the unmistakable metallic scent of blood that clung to the air like death itself.

Vil’s sharp gaze fell upon the scene first. His flawless expression cracked, just for a second, before his entire being seemed to tense, the air around him growing taut. “No… no.” His voice was a whisper, cold disbelief woven into every word. He dropped to his knees beside you, his fingers brushing your skin. Cold. Too cold. His lips twisted into a snarl. “This is unacceptable!” he screamed, the desperation in his voice mingling with fury. His perfectly controlled magic flickered, unsteady.

Rook followed closely behind, his usually composed smile twisted into something unsettling. “Trickster…” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He knelt beside Vil, his eyes scanning your still form, the blood that stained your lips, the emptiness in your gaze. “Non, this is not how our story ends, I will not let it!” His hands clenched into fists as his magic pulsed in frantic rhythm, the usual elegance of his movements gone.

Epel was shaking, his fists white-knuckled at his sides. “No, no, no…” he whispered, his voice small, filled with disbelief. His knees buckled, and he fell to the ground, staring at the blood—your blood—that pooled around your head—shit, why are you bleeding everywhere?! He clenched his teeth, tears slipping down his face as he screamed, voice cracking, “WAKE UP! This can’t be happening! You promised we’d go back to Harveston together!” His eyes burned with the beginning of an overblot, the tension in his frame snapping as his magic rippled uncontrollably.

Jamil and Kalim arrived moments later. Kalim’s face was pale, the usually joyful light in his eyes dimming as he saw you lying there. His lips trembled, the words stuck in his throat. “No… no… You can’t leave like this!” His voice was barely audible, his shaking hands hovering above your still form as though afraid touching you would make it worse. Tears streamed down his face, his entire body trembling.

Jamil was deathly silent, his face an unreadable mask, but his eyes told the story. He was calculating, desperate, thoughts spinning rapidly for a way to fix this, anything to undo this nightmare. His usually steady breath hitched, his magic swirling like a hurricane beneath the surface. “This… this shouldn’t have happened,” he mumbled, his voice low, filled with suppressed panic.

Trey was next. He saw the blood first, the way it dripped from your mouth, your nose. His hand covered his mouth, but his eyes betrayed his calm demeanor—shattered. “This isn’t right. They can’t… they can’t just be gone.” His voice faltered, the certainty crumbling away as he kneeled next to Riddle, who was still shaking violently, unable to tear his eyes from your body. Trey’s usual calm was gone; his hands trembled as he looked for any sign of life, but the stillness of your chest was all he could see.

Cater followed, his usual easy-going demeanor obliterated. “No way… no way…” His voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes darting from your body to the others. The red, the stillness, the sheer finality of it all twisted something in his chest. He dropped his phone—in his haste to be close to you. “Come on, don’t leave us like this…”

All around you, magic rippled violently—like a dam ready to burst. The boys couldn’t accept it. They wouldn’t accept it.

The stench of your blood was heavy in the air, metallic and cold, thick like death itself. They all felt it, tasted it. The scent stuck in their noses, their throats, clawing at their lungs as denial and rage took over.

The smell, the sight of your blood—your blood—on their hands, on the ground, on your lips, drove them all to the edge.

They couldn’t lose you.

Malleus’s magic lashed out first, the walls groaning under the weight of his unchecked power. “NO!” His voice shook the very foundation of the school. Green lightning cracked across the floor, a storm of dark energy coiling around him, suffocating. “I refuse to accept this! I refuse to let them go!”

Vil, clutching you, cried out as his own magic spiraled. “This cannot be how it ends!” His hands trembled, unable to reconcile the beauty of life and the hideousness of death sprawled before him. “You will open your eyes again!”

Leona’s magic exploded in fury, his claws digging into the stone, cracking it beneath his weight. “God damn it!” he snarled, his voice guttural, raw with unspoken grief. “Wake up herbivore!”

Grim’s overblot had fully consumed him, black flames scorching the floor as he screamed into the void. Snarling at anyone who dared touch your cold body. “YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME! I WON’T LET YOU!”

And just as it seemed the entire school would collapse under the weight of their magic, the teachers arrived.

Crowley stood at the front, his usually calm, distant demeanor shattered. “Enough!” he yelled, though his voice wavered—with fear perhaps, at the thought of a student losing their life under his supervision. A strong magic bursts forth his cane as he tried to snap back his students to reality. Professor Crewel followed, his face a mask of fury and disbelief as he forced his way through the students, his whip snapping as it cut through the swirling darkness. “Control yourselves!”

Professor Trein moved in beside him, his face pale but determined. “We must act quickly,” he muttered, his voice low and strained.

Even Vargas, normally brimming with energy and confidence, stood there, his usual bravado swallowed by an unbearable solemnity. His massive arms hung limply at his sides as he tried to process the sight before him—You, the human who had survived every challenge, now lay motionless. 

Without a word, he strode forward, bending down to gently lift your lifeless body into his arms—Ignoring the snarls, and the hysterics thrown at his way. His usual strength seemed to falter as he cradled you, his broad chest rising and falling with heavy, uneven breaths. His gripped on you tightened, you had gone cold.

The chaos reached its peak, every student fighting to grab hold of your body, to deny the truth staring them in the face. But no amount of magic, no outpouring of rage, could undo what had been done. No force could bring you back from the edge you had already crossed.

Years will pass, and the world would move on without you, but the heart of Night Raven College would never fully recover.

[dearsnow]

HOW THEY REACT TO YOU GETTING HURT

- headcanons for how the top gun maverick characters react to you, their s/o, being wounded. (top gun maverick x gn!reader, fluff, slight suggestive sentences but you can ignore them)

a/n - bob kisses your wounds because he’s a sweetheart, the rest kiss your wounds because it’s an excuse to kiss you— they are not the same!! but anyways enjoy this silly set of headcanons <3

INCLUDES: Robert “Bob” Floyd, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw, Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Natasha “Phoenix” Trace

For the first time in a while, BOB is furious. At himself, but furious nonetheless. When you were walking around town, hand in hand, he accidentally tripped you, sending you knees-first into the pavement. He immediately dropped down on his knees and made sure you were okay. When you assured him you were, he gently helped you to your feet and wiped the stray gravel away from your legs. They were a bit skinned and raw, bleeding just slightly, and he mentally punched himself. “I’m so sorry! I never meant to do that, geez, I’m way too clumsy.” Ever the caretaker, though, he has a solution. “Here, get on my back, honey. Don’t worry, I got you. Let’s go home so I can get you some neosporin and band-aids.”

ROOSTER is always careful yet confident with his movements, so when he feels your foot under his after he steps down unnecessarily hard, his eyes widen and he pulls back. “Did I just step on you? Shit, baby, I’m sorry.” Your wince is the only thing he needs to see before he’s kissing you on the forehead and apologizing more. “Sorry,” kiss, “sorry,” kiss, “really sorry,” kiss, “even more sorry,” kiss. He gets you giggling before you can even think to be mad at him— not like you ever could be, anyways. He always treats making you happy like his life’s only goal, not that you mind. You especially don’t mind when he presses a final kiss to your forehead and promises to make it up to you later.

When you show up to your date with HANGMAN, you have a slight limp, which he notices immediately. “What happened to you, hot stuff?” When you explain that you twisted your ankle while walking from your car to the restaurant, he almost laughs. “Really? Well then, that’s just an excuse for me to do this,” he grins, picking you up bridal style. He’s not too worried, because in the ten seconds you spent explaining your predicament to him, he noticed that your ankle was neither red nor swollen, most likely just tender. And yes, he does carry you for the rest of the night. Both of you can feel people staring at you, but when his strong hands are holding up your body and his lips are on yours, you can’t find it in yourself to care.

You’re stirring pasta sauce on your fresh, clean stovetop when your pot slips in your grip, causing the side of your hand to directly touch the scorching metal. You pull back immediately at the pain, hissing slightly. PHOENIX looks over her shoulder, putting down her knife. “You good?” When you tell her you are, in fact, not super good, she immediately turns the sink on cold and holds your hand under the running water. She presses a chaste kiss to the side of your head. “Got too hot, hm? That’s how I feel when you’re next to me.” You laugh, and she intwines your fingers with hers, still in the sink. “Keep it steady for me while I finish up the cooking, got it?” She whispers in your ear. You give a mock salute and she shakes her head, still smiling. Despite your best efforts, she doesn’t let you do any more work for the rest of the night; not even when the cooking is done.

[iloveolderman0]

lmao waiting yandere Sweet tooth! Dude this is really missing

AAAAA ya I was actually thinking of doing yandere headcanons for him but now that you came bbg… I CAN DO IT!!

Never back down never what? Anyways!

Yandere! Sweet Tooth x Fem! Reader

( idk if you wanted female or Gn but I’m gonna do female if that’s okay!)

Twisted metal!

!Warnings! : Yandere! Sweet tooth, Sweet tooth being obsessed, worshiping, Possessive behaviour, Death mentions and more.. 🎃

Enjoy!

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- when it comes to sweet tooth being yandere… You have a massive boat coming your way

- Of course when he first saw you his eyes went into love hearts and felled in love right there in that spot and he wanted your heart

- When you get your own room in the slasher house, He will be the one leading you there and showing you all around

- once his love starts to get bigger & bigger for you he starts acting up

- He starts following you, complimenting you a lot, gifting you, and giving small touches to you.

- Once he saw someone else that wasn’t him talking to you, he got furious and had a little tantrum and walked away angrily

- Over one dude talking to you tho

- He started to get more and more obsessive for you

- he started to know when you wake up, What you eat, drink and more…

- You didn’t think anything about it when he started to compliment you but he started to do it a lot and you knew he liked you but did you like him?

- When he started to come closer to you until your arms brushed each others skin, you thought it was on accident or there’s just no space but sweet tooth in the other hand….

- he wanted to feel you and touch your skin… He wanted you!

- He needed you..

- He wants you… Why cant you just realise that Y/N?!

- he started to get mad after seeing people talking to you or looking At you.

- You never knew why you closer friends or some of the unrated slashers have gone missing..

- it was because of him, He killed them while they were screaming fire mercy.. He did it all for you though 💗

- He wants you to realise that you are his and no one else’s.

- if you guys do get into a relationship he would be so happy and be more possessive of you and your whereabouts & who you talk to

- He will always speak for you and maybe over you when you guys are explaining your relationship to someone

- Sweet tooth made you mad one day since he wouldn’t listen to you when you try to tell him that you didn’t like him speaking over you and for you

- he didn’t really care but acted like he did and he said sorry while hugging you and rocking your body

- he wanted more when you guys where hugging.. He wanted you to screen his name and have you moaning his name loudly so the slashers in the house can hear you

- When you guys every went someone where he would love to hold your hand or have his arm wrapped around you while you guys walked

- When I mentioned worship… This man… This man I swear, He will worship you all the time even in front of people. Always Let you speak your mind to him and more

- when you guys are doing the deed he loves worshiping you there too, He loves to tell you how good you are taking him and kisses you a lot

- he will call you a goddess and how much he has been waiting for that moment to do the deed with you and how your are his

- he will mark you with hickeys and bite marks so everyone one knows you are his

- if someone does try and steal you away from him he will go mad and push you gently behind him while he tells them to back off before they have his machete in their head

- When John and quiet saw his obsession and possession over you and also his over protectiveness it started to worry them tho

- they had a little gossip about how whenever John talked to you or made you laugh, he will see sweet tooth’s eyes staring at him, giving him the massive death stare he has ever seen

- quiet on the other hand she was okay in sweet tooth’s eyes but she ticked him off one time when she touched your belongings without asking

- he went off at her and said he can only touch that and only you can too.

- He will never kidnap you bbg

- He will always and I mean always have a hold of your skin, by holding your thigh while driving or holding hands while walking or sitting, it doesn’t matter where you are to him

- If you start to realise his obsession towards you and you get concerned about he will play the victim card and manipulate you

- he will do anything to make you his.. Whatever it takes, He will have you.

- 🤪

- he wasn’t joking when he told John and quiet about finding true love

AAAAA I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense or whatever, I tried 😭 Btw if you want to send me more of sweet tooth SNED THEEEEM AAA

I love my hunkaspunk, he deserves attention my big boy 💕

Anyways thank you so much for requesting this!

[hetalian-veteran]

Hetalia Sleep Headcanons

Here, have my headcanons about how the Hetalia characters sleep because I'm still awake at this ungodly hour of the night.

🇮🇹Italy needs to cling to something to sleep well. Whether it be a pillow, a plushie, or another person, the poor guy needs something or someone there to cuddle.

🇩🇪Germany has really bad insomnia and can only get at most four or five hours of sleep a night, and that's if he's lucky. But when he does sleep, he probably sleeps on his back, still as the grave.

🇯🇵Japan also sleeps on his back and is so still and quiet that every now and then, someone comes by to check and see if he really is asleep and not dead.

🇮🇹Romano sleeps on his side with his arms sort of stretched outward, almost as if he's reaching for someone. That, or he's dreaming of beating someone up. You know, one or the other.

⚔️Prussia will lay down on his back and fall asleep that way. However, he's the kind of guy who moves around a lot in his sleep. So when he wakes up, he's sort of on his face and stretched out like a starfish.

🇪🇸Spain sleeps like a freaking baby and gets a full nine hours every night. Lucky son of a gun.

🇬🇧England has a pretty hard time quieting his mind down enough to get to sleep. So he spends his nights slowly sipping on a cup of tea to try and calm himself down enough to get some shut-eye.

🇺🇸America moves around, twists, and rolls over so often in his sleep that when he wakes up, he typically finds himself tangled up in his blankets. Sometimes, he accidentally rolls out of bed.

🇫🇷France can only sleep if the room is completely dark. Like, pitch black. He also sleeps on his side and sometimes hums a little in his sleep.

🇨🇳China has insomnia pretty bad and, as a result, will often find himself staying up at night drinking tea. When he can sleep, however, he sort of curls up into a ball under the covers.

🇷🇺Russia sleeps on his back and stays in that position the entire night. Sometimes giggles and smiles a little in his sleep.

🇨🇦Canada needs several layers of heavy blankets to sleep, as well as something or someone to cuddle.

🇩🇰Denmark sleeps on his side and has sometimes been heard singing in his sleep, though nobody has been able to make out what exactly he's singing. He also occasionally snores.

🇸🇪Sweden usually falls asleep whilst looking through Ikea catalogs. They seem to really help calm his mind.

🇫🇮Finland often smiles while he sleeps, sometimes even giggling a little every now and again. He also sleeps best when listening to some of the most intense, heavy metal you've ever heard.

🇳🇴Norway plays white noise and curls up into a ball under a couple of layers of thick, heavy blankets. He probably hugs a pillow, thinking of the days when Iceland used to call him big brother as a little kid.

🇮🇸Iceland can only get to sleep in total darkness and in total silence. He's also a light sleeper, so anybody walking around the room will immediately wake him up.

🇭🇺Hungary sleeps like an actual normal person. I really don't know how else to describe it. Though she has been heard saying some pretty weird crap in her sleep before.

🇦🇹Austria sleeps best if he has soft classical music playing. Unfortunately for him, Prussia hacked into his playlist and threw in some of Finland's heavy metal songs.

🇱🇮Liechtenstein is a fairly light sleeper. She's also afraid of the dark, so she typically has a nightlight somewhere in her room.

🇨🇭Switzerland is also another character with insomnia. This is because he is low-key paranoid about making sure the entire house is locked up before he goes to bed at night. He wants to make sure he and Liechtenstein are safe.

[boothillssugarmomma]

The Night Frights

(Boothill x Fem!Reader)

cw-: mentions of death, scared Boothill, sweet Boothill, boyfriend Boothill

HC: Boothills reaction to a nightmare

🎀 authorsnote: I got this headcanon from @cheesecakethots and have permission to use it! I was so excited to write THISSS!

please don't steal my work!

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So many horrors that Boothill had seen. All of those traumatic events. Left him with the galaxy's worst nightmares. The nightmares he didn't dare tell you about.

He always made sure if he woke up from a nightmare not to wake you up. Just to sit and calm down before glancing at you and taking in your beauty. Calming him quicker.

Today he had a pretty rough day at work, being a Galaxy Ranger wasn't always easy. He knew he'd have those nightmares again...and he didn't want to sleep.

As you two are watching a movie, cuddled in bed, you pet his hair softly. "I'm getting tired..." You yawn quietly, covering your mouth with your hand.

Boothill buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. He hummed in response, pulling himself closer to you.

"Yeah? Then go to sleep. You need it." He whispered, rubbing circles onto your skin with his metallic thumb.

"And so do you...you had a hard work day." You hum quietly against the top of his head.

Boothill chuckled, shaking his head.

"Don't worry about me, darlin'. I'll be fine. Always am. Yer the one who needs rest."

He mumbled against your neck.

You turn the TV off and shimmy down to rest against him. "Please try to sleep?" You whisper against his neck sleepily.

With a huff, he wrapped his arms around you, pressing his hand into the small of your back. He closed his eyes and exhaled through his nose. Boothill was never good at falling asleep, especially with how loud his thoughts were.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll try, don't worry 'bout me..."

As you drift off into a peaceful sleep, he found himself watching you. Even in your sleep you looked so beautiful. Boothill smiled and pulled you closer, resting his chin on top of your head.

He exhaled, feeling the tension in his metal shoulders fade away as he held you. With you in his arms, the nightmare plagued thoughts were forced to the back of his mind. The steady sighs you made and your breathing was all he could focus on. It was soothing to him in a way.

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Boothill was peacefully asleep when a nightmare clawed its way into his mind. It was worse than the usual nightmares. Darker. Filled with twisted thoughts he thought he'd buried.

And finally, his brain shocked him in a way unimaginable to him.

Your death...painful...and cold...

He woke up with a gasp, his breathing heavy and forehead covered in a cold sweat. The nightmare he had was vivid and fresh in his mind. He couldn't stop himself from pulling you flush against him.

Waking you up without him realizing it. His steel fingers dig into your side, marks were probably forming, but you didn't care. You were confused, you'd never seen your boyfriend like this.

With a shaky exhale, his eyes flitted around the room wide and full of fear. His arm forming the gun you've seen many a time and pointing it at the door. He remained on edge, body tense and teeth bared as if he was ready for a fight.

It was a few moments before he calmed down, the realization that he was safe settling in. He lowered the gun arm as it reverted back to a hand.

Gently pulling your head into the crook of his neck he slowly laid back down, his breath shuddering as it leveled back out.

With the tension finally gone, Boothill found himself drifting back to sleep. This time the nightmare wasn't able to reach him as he held you close. It was the most sleep he'd gotten in a while.

His body was no longer tense, his body was back to being cool to the touch. He breathed out a shaky sigh, laying back down to nuzzle his face against your neck as he held himself close to you. Sleep took him over again, leaving him in peaceful unconsciousness.

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That morning he didn't mention a word about it as he drank his oil at the breakfast table.

He sat across from you, drinking in silence. You'd noticed he avoided eye contact.

After a few moments, he spoke up, his voice rough and gravely.

"Are you feeling okay this morning, darlin'?"

"...yes I feel...fine." You smile softly, poking at your breakfast on the plate.

He hummed in response, his eyes still glued to the table. It was obvious something was on his mind. The uneasiness was written all over his face. But he was doing his best to play it off as nothing, not wanting to worry you.

There was an air of tension between you, something he was desperately trying to dispel. After a moment, he spoke again.

"You sure? Yer not lyin', are ya...?"

"No honey...I'm alright." You smile. "I slept great thanks to you..." You knew what happened obviously, you just didn't know why he won't talk about it.

But if he isn't ready...

That's ok with you. You'll still be there for him until he is ready.

He huffed, a slight smile making its way onto his face at your words. Despite the nightmare, he had slept rather peacefully while holding you close. "Yeah? That so? Well...glad to hear that."

He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink. There was a brief pause before he spoke again.

"Guess I did my job as yer big spoon, huh?"

"You did..." You smile leaning over the table to kiss his cheek. "Thank you for being there to protect me...my savior..."

Boothill couldn't help the pink that dusted his cheeks at your words and the kiss on his cheek. His heart warmed, butterflies swirling in his stomach. The thought of you being hurt made his chest ache. He chuckled shyly, shaking his head.

"Don' mention it...I'd...do anything to keep my darlin' safe. Kill anyone who tried to hurt ya, even lay down my own life to protect ya..."

"Thank you my Galaxy Ranger~" You get up to walk behind his chair, leaning over his shoulders, hands on his chest as you kiss his temple.

His heart skipped a few beats as you leaned over his shoulders, wrapping your arms around his chest. The way your hands splayed against his chest, the kiss on his temple, the sudden affection you were giving him...it was making his brain short-circuit.

Boothill had to catch his breath, a goofy grin on his face. "Yer gon' make me blush, darlin'. Ain't fair..."

"I love you..." You whisper. "And I'm always here for you..."

He exhaled, a lump forming in his throat. Hearing those three little words still made him weak. After all this time together, he still blushed and went weak at the knees. It made him feel like a lovestruck teenager again.

With a shaky exhale, he reached up to hold your hand.

"I love you too, darlin'. I... didn't want to worry you, but... I had a-"

You cut him off. "You don't have to explain yourself..." You murmur against his ear. "Tell me another day..."

Boothill's eyes water a bit, tears threatening to spill over. "T-Thank you..."

"Anytime my love...anytime..."

🎀End🎀

[urdreamydoodles]

Love your works!!!! And I love Mr. Pickles!!!

May I ask for headcanons if reader dies in their arms?

Asking for: Emma Frost, Charles Xavier, Jean Grey, Piotr Rasputin, Beast, and Illyana Rasputin

No pressure ofc!!! Thank you!!

And have I mentioned that I fucking love your works?!?!

X-Men x Reader (Part.1)

You die in their arms (Part.1)

In the heat of battle, you succumbs to fatal injuries in the arms of your partner. Each X-Men, torn apart by grief, reacts to the devastating loss, facing the crushing reality that their greatest power cannot bring back the person they love most.

Characters: Emma Frost, Charles Xavier, Jean Grey, Colossus, Hank McCoy & Magik

First of all, thank you for this message, you are my first request and you have no idea how much it touches me. And secondly, your compliments make me blush, I'm glad you like my work, because personally I've never had as much fun as writing about something as this. Get ready for a LOT of headcanons because I have a lot in store. Above all, don't hesitate to ask for other requests <3 And thanks to you, you inspired me to make your request for other X-Men and X-Women. PS: MR. PICKLES WILL RETURN

Emma Frost

The battlefield was littered with chaos—explosions, screams, and the metallic scent of blood filled the air. You and Emma had been fighting alongside the X-Men, as you had countless times before, but this time was different. This battle had been brutal, and even though you had faced danger before, nothing had ever felt this dire. You had always fought by her side, both of you in sync, but as the fight raged on, you felt your strength starting to wane.

Emma’s voice was sharp and commanding in your mind, as always. “Stay with me, darling. We’re almost through this,” she had said, her mental link giving you strength. But when the blast came—one you hadn’t seen coming—it sent you flying, the pain immediate and overwhelming. You crumpled to the ground, clutching your side, feeling the warmth of your own blood seeping through your fingers.

Emma’s scream tore through the battlefield, her telepathic wail so fierce it silenced everyone for a moment. In the next second, she was at your side, her diamond form shimmering as she knelt down, her hands trembling as they reached for you. The moment her fingers touched your skin, her diamond exterior shattered, leaving her vulnerable in a way she never was on the battlefield.

"Y/N," she whispered, her voice breaking. "No, no, no... this can’t be happening."

You struggled to stay conscious, your vision blurring as you looked up at her, the love of your life, her face twisted in anguish. "I’m sorry," you choked out, each word a struggle. "I tried... I really tried."

Tears fell from her eyes, something she rarely allowed herself to do. She pressed her forehead against yours, her voice shaking. "Don’t you dare say goodbye. Not yet. I won’t let you go."

But you could feel it. The life slipping away, your heartbeat growing fainter. You reached up weakly, your hand brushing against her cheek. "Emma... I love you," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Emma’s breath hitched as she gripped your hand, holding onto you as if her sheer willpower could keep you alive. "I love you too," she whispered back, her lips brushing your forehead. "Please... please stay."

But you couldn’t. Your eyes fluttered shut, your body growing still in her arms.

For a moment, Emma just sat there, her mind refusing to accept what had just happened. Then, with a heart-wrenching scream, she unleashed a wave of telepathic energy so powerful that it swept across the battlefield, knocking down enemies, sending shockwaves through everyone’s minds. She cradled your body, her chest heaving with sobs, her mind desperate, reaching out to you, trying to find any trace of your consciousness.

But you were gone.

And for the first time in her life, Emma Frost felt utterly, completely broken.

Charles Xavier

The fight had been relentless, and despite the X-Men’s best efforts, the battle had taken a terrible toll. You had always been the calm in Charles’ storm, the grounding presence he could rely on when the weight of leading the X-Men grew too heavy. But today, everything had gone wrong. You had been separated from the team, cornered by enemies, and though you fought bravely, you had been wounded—badly.

By the time Charles found you, the world had already started fading around the edges. He wheeled towards you with a speed and desperation you had never seen in him before. His voice echoed in your mind, trembling with fear. *"Y/N, hold on. Please, just hold on."*

You could barely open your eyes, the pain in your body making it difficult to even breathe. But you heard him, and you smiled weakly, your heart aching as you felt his mind reaching for yours, trying to steady you, trying to keep you present. "I’m sorry, Charles," you rasped, your voice so faint it barely carried over the sounds of battle. "I wasn’t strong enough."

"No," Charles said, his voice firm, though you could hear the fear beneath it. "You are strong. You’ve always been strong. Don’t leave me, Y/N. I can’t lose you."

You felt his hand grasp yours, his grip trembling. You had always marveled at how Charles carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, always keeping his emotions tightly controlled. But now, there was no control. There was only fear, and love, and desperation in his eyes.

"You were always my strength, Charles," you whispered, your hand squeezing his as best as you could. "I love you. So much."

Tears filled his eyes, his voice breaking as he spoke. "And I love you. You are everything to me."

You could feel his mind wrapping around yours, trying to hold you there, trying to stop the inevitable. He was begging, pleading with you to stay, to fight, but your body was failing. You felt the warmth of his love in your mind, a comfort even as the world started slipping away.

"Please, Y/N," Charles whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Please, don’t leave me."

But you couldn’t hold on any longer. The pain faded, the world grew silent, and your grip on his hand loosened.

Charles sat there, his hand still holding yours, as the battlefield around him seemed to blur into nothing. His heart shattered, and in that moment, all the strength and control he had maintained for years crumbled. He lowered his head, his tears falling onto your lifeless body, and he sent out a silent scream, a wave of raw emotion so powerful that it resonated across the minds of every living person on the battlefield.

Charles had lost many people in his life. But losing you felt like the end of everything.

Jean Grey

The battle had taken its toll, not just on the X-Men but on the world itself. You and Jean had fought side by side, your powers complementing each other in ways that made you an unstoppable force. But this battle had pushed you both beyond your limits. You had been caught in an explosion, your body thrown against the rubble, the pain blinding and all-consuming.

Jean was at your side in an instant, her telekinetic powers lifting the debris off you, her hands trembling as she reached for you. "No... no, no, no," she whispered, her voice cracking as she cradled your head in her lap. "Y/N, stay with me."

You could barely keep your eyes open, the world spinning as you struggled to breathe. "Jean..." you whispered, your voice so weak, so broken. "I... I don’t think I can..."

"Don’t you dare say that," Jean said, her voice fierce but laced with panic. "You’re going to be okay. I won’t let you go."

You could feel her mind reaching out to yours, wrapping around your consciousness, trying to keep you there with her. Her love flooded your mind, a warmth that soothed the pain, but you could feel your body slipping away, your strength fading.

"I’m sorry," you whispered, your hand weakly reaching for hers. "I’m so sorry."

Jean’s tears fell onto your face as she held you closer. "Don’t apologize," she said, her voice breaking. "You have nothing to be sorry for. You’ve always been there for me. Please... just stay a little longer."

You could see the anguish in her eyes, feel the desperation in her mind as she tried to hold on to you. But the pain was too much, and your body was failing.

"I love you," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

"I love you too," Jean said, her voice shaking as she pressed her forehead against yours, her tears falling freely now. "Please... don’t leave me."

But you were slipping away, the world growing darker, quieter, as you took your last breath. Jean’s sobs echoed in your fading consciousness, her mind screaming out for you, trying to pull you back. But it was too late.

Jean held your lifeless body in her arms, her chest heaving with sobs. She let out a scream, a psychic wave that shattered the air around her, sending shockwaves through the battlefield. Her grief, her agony, her love—they all collided in that moment, her powers surging uncontrollably as she held onto you, unable to let go.

In that moment, Jean Grey—one of the most powerful beings in the universe—felt utterly powerless.

Colossus

The battle was at its peak, and the sounds of war echoed around you. Explosions rocked the battlefield as Colossus, in his full metal form, fought valiantly beside you. His towering figure was always a source of comfort, an indestructible wall between you and the chaos. The ground shook beneath your feet as you moved to join him, your heart pounding with adrenaline.

But then, an enemy blast caught you off guard, the impact throwing you off your feet. You hit the ground hard, the pain immediate and overwhelming. Blood seeped from your wounds as you struggled to breathe, your vision blurring. You tried to push yourself up, but your body refused to respond. The sound of heavy metal footsteps reached your ears, and you knew Piotr had seen you fall.

His metallic form glimmered in the firelight as he ran toward you, his eyes wide with terror. You had never seen him like this, even in the most dangerous situations. He dropped to his knees beside you, the cold steel of his hands cradling you gently despite their immense strength.

"Y/N!" His voice was thick with fear, a sound you'd never thought you'd hear from someone as powerful as him. "Please, no. Not you. Not like this."

You tried to smile, but the pain was too much. "Piotr..." you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I... I can't..."

He shook his head, his metal features twisting in agony. "Don’t speak. I’ll protect you," he promised, though the pain in his voice told you he knew there was nothing he could do. He tried to stem the flow of blood from your wound, his massive hands shaking.

His metal body was usually unyielding, but now he seemed so vulnerable, so afraid. He held you close, his cold arms pulling you against his chest. "Stay with me, please," he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours. His entire body trembled as he struggled to maintain control.

Your hand reached up weakly to touch his face, the cool metal of his cheek sending a shiver through your fingers. "I love you," you whispered, the words catching in your throat as darkness closed in around you.

He let out a sob, his steel form shuddering with grief. "I love you more than anything, Y/N. You’re everything to me."

But it was too late. Your breath faded, and your hand slipped from his cheek, falling limply to the ground. Piotr let out a roar of anguish, his voice reverberating across the battlefield. He held your lifeless body close, his tears mingling with the blood and dirt that stained your skin. Even in his indestructible form, he felt more broken than ever before.

Magik

The battle had spiraled out of control, and you found yourself separated from the rest of the X-Men, the air thick with smoke and the sound of clashing metal. You had always admired Illyana’s ability to remain calm in the face of chaos, but this time, the situation was different. The enemies were relentless, and no matter how hard you fought, it wasn’t enough. Then, out of nowhere, a blade struck you, piercing through your side, and you collapsed to the ground.

Before you could even cry out, the world around you warped, and you found yourself in Limbo. Illyana stood before you, her eyes wide with horror as she took in the sight of your bloodied body. “No...” she whispered, her sword clattering to the ground as she rushed to your side.

You tried to speak, but the pain was overwhelming, your vision flickering in and out of focus. Illyana’s hands shook as she pressed them against your wound, trying to stop the blood that poured out of you. “I’ll fix this,” she said, her voice trembling. “I can fix this.”

You had always known that Illyana was powerful beyond measure, but in this moment, she looked small, fragile, as though she was trying to hold onto something that was slipping away. She stared down at you, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she knelt beside you, her hands glowing with the dark magic of Limbo.

“I can’t lose you,” she whispered, her voice breaking as tears filled her eyes. “Not like this.”

You reached up with what little strength you had left, your hand brushing against her cheek. “Illyana,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I love you.”

Her breath hitched as she leaned down, pressing her forehead against yours. “I love you too, more than anything,” she said, her voice shaking. “You can’t leave me. I won’t let you.”

But you could feel your life slipping away, the pain becoming numb as the darkness closed in. You wanted to stay, to hold on, but it was too late. Your hand fell limp in hers, your chest rising for the last time as your heart stopped.

Illyana let out a scream that echoed through the very fabric of Limbo, a sound so filled with grief and fury that it sent shockwaves through the demonic realm. Her magic surged uncontrollably, her power crackling through the air as she cradled your lifeless body in her arms. In her rage, the demons of Limbo cowered, the sky itself trembling in fear.

But no amount of power could bring you back, and that realization shattered her. She held onto you, her tears falling onto your skin, whispering your name over and over again as the world around her grew dark, consumed by her grief.

Hank McCoy

The battlefield had turned into a warzone of destruction, and even though you and Hank had fought together many times before, this battle was unlike any you had experienced. You had always admired how composed and intellectual Hank was, even in the most dire of situations. But this time, the enemy had been too quick, too brutal, and before you could react, you had been struck by a powerful blast.

Your body hit the ground hard, pain shooting through you as you struggled to breathe. Blood spilled from the wound in your chest, and every breath felt like a mountain weighing down on you. Through the haze of pain, you heard Hank’s voice, panicked and desperate, something you had never heard from him before.

“Y/N!” He shouted, rushing toward you, his blue fur standing on end as he dropped to his knees beside you. His large hands were gentle as he cradled your head in his lap, his eyes wide with terror as he took in the sight of your injuries. “No, no, this can’t be happening.”

You tried to smile up at him, but the pain was too much. “I’m sorry, Hank,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I didn’t... I couldn’t...”

“Shh,” he said, his voice shaking. He pressed his hand to your wound, trying to stop the bleeding, but it was no use. His eyes were filled with panic, his normally calm and collected demeanor completely gone. “You’ll be alright. Just stay with me.”

You could feel the life draining from you, the world growing darker around the edges. You reached up weakly, your fingers brushing against his cheek. “I love you,” you whispered, your voice barely a breath.

Hank’s eyes filled with tears, something you had never seen from him before. “I love you too, more than you’ll ever know,” he said, his voice breaking. He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, his tears falling onto your face. “Please don’t leave me. I can’t... I can’t do this without you.”

You wanted to stay, to hold on, but your body was failing, your heart slowing with every passing second. You looked up at him one last time, your vision blurring as you whispered, “I’m sorry.”

And then, everything went dark.

Hank let out a strangled sob, his entire body trembling as he held you close. His mind raced, trying to think of a solution, something that could bring you back, but he knew it was too late. You were gone, and nothing could change that.

He sat there for what felt like an eternity, holding your lifeless body in his arms, his tears falling freely as he whispered your name. The battlefield raged on around him, but for Hank, the world had stopped. You were gone, and with you, a part of him had died too.

[just-some-user-hunny]

Soft Pinocchio X reader headcanons

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~ he is just so sweet :(

~ he's always very careful with you. It took him a while before he felt it was alright even laying a hand on you, wary of his unbridled strength. Humans are so fragile compared to the force he wields as a being made up of carved wood and steel. He has felt bones snap and flesh tear beneath his hands, and the thought of ever inflicting the same to you had him frightened.

~ just guide his hands to gently lay upon your check, or cradle them within your own and he'd be putty

<3 his eyes go wide the moment you guide him to touch you, but the moment he feels your warmth and softness press against his palms, he becomes addicted. Pino will attempt to be subtle about it, silently guiding you with light touches and gestures.

~ will carry you if the opportunity arises. The heel of your shoe is broken? Guess you'll have to be carried around on his hip till you get it fixed 😔

You've somehow managed to twist your ankle in a scuffle? He's on his knees before you can attempt to limp, his broad back facing you as his hands gesture you to climb on. You're so light as well to him, no matter how heavy you think you are (I mean have you seen the things this man lifts? You are practically air to him).

~ Pino has so much fascination over you. From the soft curves of your face, to the soul in your eyes and the warmth of your hands, it stokes the fire of desire he holds within himself to become human too. He wants to be warm, like you.

~ he's not great at asking for affection however. His way of asking for a hug is to stare at you quietly and wait for you to somehow catch the hint. You'll have this man loitering and hovering over you like a puppy at your heels, hands folded politely as he waits very patiently for your attention. (Meanwhile Gemini is going insane and hissing at the man to do something before he shrieks in frustration 😭)

~ he loves spending time with you when he can, and it usually involves very quiet and calm activities- ones that contrast with the chaos he has to endure in the city. You are his sanctuary just as much as the hotel is, bringing safety and security.

Pino especially enjoys reading with you in the library. He'll wander after you with chosen books balanced in his arms, sending soft smiles and looks whenever you pick out another one and show it to him. Eventually you'll both huddle together on a loveseat or sofa, and you either read aloud to him, or you both read in silence- finding a rythm of reading and flipping the pages. The two of you could spend hours reading and resting together. It usually ends with you falling asleep on his shoulder, and him carrying you to your room to sleep <3

~ his hair is so soft and fluffy, and he secretly (not so secretly) likes it when you play with it. He'll close his eyes and silently relish in the feeling of you playing with his hair, your movements gentle and tender, and it makes him feel very cared for :((

~ he probably smells really nice? He smells of earthy pine and book-dust, maybe leather. It's just a very pleasant scent.

~ you may convince him to let you inspect his arm out of curiosity, his gaze carefully watching you as you inspect the intricate metal designs and cogs. He stays so still as well, a little cautious in case of harming you in any way. The moment you smile and cradle his metal hand to your face and lean into it, his expression breaks into soft puppy eyes :(( his thumb oh so lightly stroking your cheek, he loves your smile. He's discovered it's one of his favourite things.

~ hugging him kind of feels like hugging a mannequin- sturdy and cold, his clothes offering a little comfort and softness. He'll try his best to be as comforting as he can however, attempting to recreate the feelings you give him whenever you hold him. Things like stroking your hair gently or petting your back. If you press your ear to his chest, you can hear the slight clicks and whirs of his springs, which noticeably tick louder whenever you're near like this.

~ after long and grueling missions where Pino encounters tragedy and peril in his wake, you are the first one he resides in once he's back. He'll go  looking for you the moment he steps through the grand hotel doors, frantically searching till he finds his haven.

Once you are within his sights, he's on you in seconds. Arms wound gently around your waist, his face tucked into your shoulder, and his ear pressed against your pulse so he can feel that you're alive and well.

You always seem to know what to do as well, holding him back tightly and guiding him off to do something relaxing like sitting in the garden or reading in the library. Pino's expression will soften and relax, now happy he's back.

~ occasionally you may wake up to find Pino in bed with you, and usually a little worse for wear. It'd look like he had barely crawled under the covers beside you, legs and a section on his back uncovered, and his arms hugging your waist firmly and with his face nuzzled into your stomach or chest. The slightest move will wake him up at once, stunning sapphire eyes blinking up at you before a soft smile befalls his freckled face. Happy to see you.

(He's a bit like a clingy cat when he's like this as well. His head would be rested against your tummy/chest, and his brow would knit whenever you'd shuffle away. You'd have a clingy and affectionate Pino following after you)

~ he's just so cuddly, and loves it when you play with his hair whenever he's lain beside you with your sleepy form in his arms. Everything just feels so at peace, a contrast to the chaos and hostility outside in the city of Krat.

(His hair is so soft and silky and fluffy, and it's long enough to twist your fingers in). Even though he cannot necessarily sleep, just being to relax with your form sleeping soundly in his arms is the closest he can get to dreaming. He will more often than not just lay still and observe you, from the soothing beats of your heart against his ear, to the rise and fall of your chest beneath his cheek with every slow methodic breath, he takes this time to relish in the new emotions and feelings that flicker inside his chest.

~ definitely kisses the back of your hand, I'm sure of it, just look at him. He does it out of respect and love for you, and he probably learnt about it from a book or something. In more secluded settings, his lips explore the curves and ridges of your hand- pale rosy lips smoothing over your knuckles and wrist-bone, gently flipping your hand over to pepper soft slow kisses upon your palm, almost following the lines with a trail of kisses. He usually does this when his head is lounged in your lap, listening to you talk.

~ giving his freckled face fluttery butterfly kisses :( <3 just cupping his pretty face and complimenting him, calling him a pretty boy. If he was capable to he would blush, but you can tell he's a little shy by his flustered body language.

~ when his hair grows longer, he will absolutely let you tie it back for him

<3 Pino loves the feeling of you running your fingers through his hair, bowing his head a little for you to comb it back with your fingers and gather it into a ponytail.