#If this has spelling mistakes. No it doesnt

[poisoned-pearls]

Bleached

Word count: 3.2k

Nami Ashengrotto is having a hard time admitting when she needs help. Enzi just wants her to feel better.

(aka Enzi helping Nami after her overblot, + their first kiss, and a piano)

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“Nami, you can’t keep pushing yourself like this,” Enzi crouched down next to where Nami was currently collapsed on the floor, helping her back up. 

She looked up at her, eyebrows furrowed as the hyena’s hands hoisted her up. “I can walk, you know.”

“Right now? I don’t think you can,” Enzi sighed, struggling to keep Nami in a comfortable position as she moved her to the kitchen’s barstool seats, “why don’t you use the wheelchair the doctor gave you?”

She narrowed her eyes at the thing currently sat near their front door, unmoved since she arrived back home, “look at it! I can’t even move in it, I don’t want someone forcing me to go anywhere!” Its wheels were tiny, hospital greys of the seat fabric in contrast with the warm whites and blues of their home. The moment they’d sat her in it on her way home her future had flashed before her eyes. Calling her dads for every minor moment she needed to move. To use the restroom, to wash her face, to grab a snack, to even just have the sun on her face for a moment. 

And she dreaded it.

“Nams, you know the only people pushing you would be me or your dads, we aren’t gonna make you go anywhere you didn’t tell us to go,” Enzis ears flattened as she leaned on the counter, arms crossed on pristine marble, “‘sides, can’t your dad just buy you a different one? It’s not like money’s an issue for you.”

“… can we just… drop it, okay?” She looked at her with those eyes Enzi’s never been able to say no to, and she caved. 

“Okay, but still. If you don’t want to use a wheelchair, let’s get you… something, at least. Your dad still uses a cane, right?” Nami nodded, and Enzi started to head towards the room Mr. Jamil had pointed out as Azul’s office.

Nami went to her hair, gently running her hands through the ivory white locks. She hated it. Her legs ached with every step, her overworked muscles screaming with pain. She could barely get her arms above her shoulders without it feeling like her bones were cracking, and Seven forbid if she turned her head too quickly. Her muscles seemed to protest everything she even thought about doing.

But she wanted to move. She wanted to be done, to be back at school where no one knew about her overblot and she could go back to working at the lounge instead of laying around her house doing nothing.

She despised doing nothing. 

(For she had always been doing everything, you see.)

Doing nothing when nothing needed to be done was a reward. This nothing was not that. There were many things that needed to be done, but she was unable to do them. That’s where her issue lied.

Because if she didn’t do them, who would? Nobody. Or even worse, somebody.

If she didn’t win her violin competitions, somebody better would. Which meant another thing she’d failed. If she didn’t run the lounge, nobody else would. Which would mean she’d fail. 

Lately all she felt like she could do was fail.

And that damned wheelchair kept staring at her. She didn’t want to touch it at all, much less use it. She didn’t need help. She doesn’t want help. Nami Ashengrotto is perfectly capable of doing things herself. She can study herself, sing herself, and most definitely move herself. She didn’t need anyone’s help, anyone’s aid, or their favors. 

And she most definitely didn’t need help to do something as simple as walking.

(Walking, in fact, was not simple to her. It was an intricate dance of limbs she never quite figured out. If you paid close attention to her gait, you’d notice the ever so slightly inhuman movements, small moments where her knees or ankles bent more than what was normally possible. Her legs were an illusion after all, each leg a twist of four tentacles hiding in magic to make her appear fully human. Her legs lacked bones, relying on pure muscle to hold the rest of her body upright. Of course, she’d spent her entire life correcting the little inhuman quirks in her steps, so you’d never really notice unless you were staring for far too long. She was proud of her walk.)

The soft pitter-pat of Enzis steps down the hallway snapped her out of her own thoughts, head perking up as quickly as it could with her injuries.

“Here, hopefully your pops won’t mind my digging around his room, I couldn’t find it for a hot minute.” Enzi came around towards her, placing the cane on her lap. she tucked nami’s hair behind her ear, “want me to put it up? It won’t be as nice as when your dad does it, but…”

“Yes, please,” she sighs out, leaning into Enzis touch against her face, “a braid?” 

Enzi stared at her for a moment before leaning in and kissing her forehead, “yeah, I can try that.” 

“Try? Should I worry?” Nami’s head turned to the side, eyebrow raising ever so slightly at the other.

“Not at all!” Another kiss on her cheek, “don’t worry, you’re in good hands.”

…

“Enzi…” she turned her head in the mirror, inspecting the lopsided braid currently holding her hair. 

“I said good hands, not skilled ones,” Enzi somewhat laughed out, hands falling on her hips. Her head fell to the side, “I can remake it, if you’d like. Can’t promise it’ll look any better though.”

Nami sighed, voice low, “it’s alright, not like I’m going anywhere. It does the job just fine, no point in being caught up in aesthetics.”   

Enzis lips pursed, eyes seeming to hold a thousand different thoughts at once. 

Nami’s eyes looked hollow. Gone was the spark of superiority and slyness she always seemed to hold, leaving only an echo of what once was. Bags weighed under her eyes, something Enzi had never once seen her with before. Sorrow seemed to creep in every corner of her being, a constant underlying emotion dragging her down. Nami was always caught up in aesthetics, she caught her staring at her appearance every spare second she had.

Enzi glanced around the room, looking for something, anything, that could bring a smile to her face. Hell, she’d settle for that little half smile she does when she’s making fun of something. Her eyes landed on the piano off to the side in their living room.

“Hey, come on, why don’t I play you a song?” She nudged the white haired girl with her shoulder, grinning at her.

“You… play for me?” She smiled slightly at that, laughing softly in the middle of her phrase.

“Mhm! Come on, you play for everybody, might as well return the favor,” she said, holding out her arms for Nami to fall into.

She does, and her grip around the hyena is tight and she helps her get her footing, while keeping her weight off of her legs.

Although difficult because of nami’s staggering height over her, through Enzi’s help and the cane, they’re able to make their way over to the living room. Nami unceremoniously plops down on the couch closest to the piano, leaning against the armrest as she watches Enzi settle onto the bench.

Enzi flexed her fingers for a moment. In truth, she really couldn’t play the piano, but she knew one song. It was… exceedingly simple, and she’s sure Nami probably came out of the womb (or…egg? As she had heard?) able to execute it perfectly, but it was something. Something that had a chance of making Nami smile. Or laugh, she wouldn’t mind making a fool of herself to hear her laugh.

She pressed down the first few notes, eyes locked on the keys in front of her. She cringed as she accidentally pressed the wrong key, chord ringing out a cacophony of bad sounds. Moving her finger, she gets it correct and begins to play through the song.

It was a childhood nursery rhyme, something she’d learned on a daycare toy piano. She’d been so proud of herself when she got it right she’d never been able to forget since.

Nami listened intently, eyes drifting shut as she played. Enzi glanced at her out of the corner of her eye, and felt as pride swelled in her as her eyes landed on a serene smile across her face. She slowly began to get some life back into her, head rocking ever so slightly back and forth to the beat.

Each note filled her ears, the sound crisp and clean. They had to keep this piano in pristine condition, with regular cleanings and tunings, because she’d yet to hear even a modicum of error in it. It made sense, of course, with two experienced pianists and an excess of money in the household, but still.

During the final moments of the song, Nami’s hum of the melody filled her ears, perking up at the sound of her voice.

“That was very nice,” she whispered, eyes creasing with her smile. Before Enzi could mutter out an excuse about how it was really nothing, Nami’s arms began to shift as she lifted herself up.

Nami placed the cane underneath her, leaning all of her body weight against it as she slowly made her way to the piano. Enzi shot out her arms, helping guide her (and potentially catch her should she fall) to the bench she currently sat on. 

“N-nami?” She stuttered out in confusion as Nami plopped down next to her, motioning for her to scoot over. She did as she was told (or well, nudged) giving her enough room to sit. 

“Can you grab that book next to you? The one with the tabs?” She turned and asked, seeming to not hear her previous call of her name.

“Oh- uh- yeah,” she leaned over, now noticing the basket nestled in between the window and piano, holding tens of books that all appeared to hold sheet music.

She took the book from enzis grasp carefully, setting it on the proper stand before flipping it open to a particular page.

At the top it read something about oceanic symphony no. 2, the name continued on to dribble into random words and letters that surely meant something to the other girl but absolute nonsense to Enzi.

She turned to the other girl, sun illuminating her face and giving her skin a glow she’d not seen in months. Her hand came up to move the braid over her shoulder, before tapping on the keys with her nail for a few moments.

Then, after she tapped for a while, she spread her fingers over the keys and began to play.

It was majestic. The symphony of notes that filled her ears was the most beautiful piece she’d ever listened to. Nami’s face was the picture of peacefulness, as if she entered another world while playing. Her eyes barely even glanced at the music.

Enzi leaned over, gently placing her head on the others shoulders, being careful to not let her ears get in the way of her sight. Her eyes followed the others intense movements.

Her manicured hands swept over the keys, playing the finishing notes of the song. She stilled as the music lingered in the air, fading into the silence as she let out a sigh.

“That was beautiful, Nams,” Enzis hand came up to tuck her hair back as she turned towards the girl beside her. “You play like an angel.”

“It’s nothing really, I’ve played far better before,” she sighed, flipping through her sheet music, “my nails are done, so my postures off, and…” she began to flip through her music, but Enzi reached out and pushed it closed.

“Sounded perfect to me,” she shrugged, “sides, even if you messed up,”she put air quotes around the words messed up, “I liked your version better anyways.”

Nami sighed, but smiled at the other. She ran her hand over Enzis thigh in a comforting manner. She’d pet her hair if she could manage to get her hands that high up.

A hand closed around Nami’s, gently cradling it as Enzi nuzzled her head into the other’s neck. Enzi always enjoyed being close to her, Nami’s warmth wrapping around her, embracing her. She smelled nice too, jasmine, sea salt, and driftwood mixing into a refreshing blend. 

She buried her head deeper into the crevice of her skin, delighting in the way Nami’s breath hitched, hand turning and squeezing the one Enzi had placed on top of it. Nami’s skin was impossibly soft, something she’d learned took meticulous work to keep up over her time spent here the last week.

She felt Nami’s eyes land on her, watching intently. Enzi turned her head up a bit before finally lifting it off of her shoulder. Nami gave her another gentle smile, voice almost a whisper when she said “I can play for you again, if you’d like.”

Enzi cocked her head to the side, smiling as she softly said, “I’d like that,” in response. 

They stayed like that, faces only a few inches apart as their breaths slowly synced with one another’s. It was the most relaxed she’d seen Nami since she’d arrived. With the mid morning sun illuminating her from behind, she looked angelic. 

Her eyes fell to the others lips, all of a sudden all too aware of their proximity to one another. Her hand slowly came up to her face, tentatively cradling the other's face.

Nami seemed to melt into Enzi’s touch, letting out a deep breath. Her eyes fluttered shut, carrying a deep exhaustion in them. Her overblot had a deep effect on her, but it’d never been clearer to Enzi in that moment. Her face gave away every amount of sleep she’d lost, pain she felt as clear as day. 

Her thumb absentmindedly reached out to rub against her bottom lip, memorizing the soft plump feeling she had against her skin. Nami peered at her from underneath her eyelashes, waiting for the others' attention before giving her the smallest nod of approval.

Enzi closed the distance between their lips slowly, savoring every second she got to kiss the other girl. Nami’s lips were exactly like her, soft and pampered to an extreme. They felt as if they’d been perfectly moisturized her entire life, and for a moment, she’d honestly believe it if it was true. 

She’d kissed many girls before Nami. Some quick, some slow, some experienced, some not. She’d… experimented a lot in the last two years since figuring out some stuff about herself. But Nami was different. from the moment they’d met those girls she’d known faded away from her memory, whether they’d been there for only a few moments, or a few months. Even before they were more serious, she found herself declining invitations to parties, pulling back from other girls she’d been talking to. It felt unfair, to be internally comparing them to Nami at every step. They couldn’t compete- not to Enzi. Nami was… perfection. She supposes that’s why Nami’s overblot had shaken her so much. She was supposed to be invincible, infallible, to think that even Nami thought she contained flaws…. It broke her heart. 

(Of course, Enzi knows that nobody is perfect. Nami has flaws, but Enzi would much rather prefer to call them quirks. Quirks that Nami could work through, or were so minor they didn’t really matter much at all. But Nami most definitely didn’t have anything wrong with her.)

So here she sat, despite all of that experience with turning girls into putty in her hands, lost as to what to do next. 

 Nami pushed against her lips a bit more, trying and failing to do something before she hurriedly panted out, “you can touch me you know. I won’t break.”

And if that didn’t light a fire in her.

She moved on instinct, hand on Nami’s cheek weaving its way through her hair, wrapping around the back of her head. The other went around her waist, pulling her closer by the small of her back. Nami let out a satisfied hum at her actions, which was a high Enzi firmly believed she’d be living on for the next few months. 

Their mouths slowly melded together, Enzi letting out a low purr Nami couldn’t help but smile at. She peeked an eye open, glancing at the tail currently wagging up a storm behind her. It was… flustering, to say the least, to have such tangible evidence of her enjoyment.

Nami had never kissed anyone before. Or well, at least not like this. (She’d kissed her family, but her family most definitely did not kiss her with an open mouth.) Enzis hands were a steady force guiding her and she fought through her body's aches. She couldn’t move her arms much, but she could hold the others hips, holding them loose but steady.

She tilted her head a bit more, mouth falling even more open until Nami froze up, shoving the girl down and away from her by her legs. Enzi looked at her frazzled until she saw the wide eyed stare currently looking behind her.

“Baba!” Nami’s voice squeaked out as Enzi felt all color drain from her face, a nervous smile spreading over her face in a silent plea, Arabic slipping out of her mouth, “when did you get here-?” 

She did not just get caught making out with his daughter. 

In front of him.

 oh she was dead. “Rest in peace, Enzi Bucchi,” she could hear her eulogy now, “at least she died doing what she loved.”  What could she even say? ‘Hey, thanks for keeping me here after showing up at an ungodly hour of the morning as a complete stranger, claiming to know your daughter, as thanks for your immense kindness and patience, I’ve stolen her first kiss. Sorry about that.’

Yeah. She was dead. Enzi just wants it to be fast, maybe a snap of her neck…

When she finally turned around to face the terrifying presence that was Nami’s father behind her, she paused for a moment. His face seemed… conflicted. Like he was fighting himself (and losing) in some great battle in his mind. 

His eyebrows furrowed for a moment at Enzi when his attention shifted to Nami, belatedly saying, “dear… your hair.”

Utterly confused, Nami turned to look at the braid across her shoulder. It was still a pale white, not unlike the white of dead coral. It’s only when Enzi, in her utter confusion since she’d completely missed the Arabic being exchanged, runs her hand from behind her neck down her braid that she sees it.

A wave of red fell down her hair.

It was only for a moment, but something seemed to click in Enzis head. Her hands went around Nami’s face, pressing their lips together for a few moments despite Nami’s (insanely overprotective and somewhat terrifying) father behind them.

She pulled away just as quickly as she’d kissed her, eyes intensely locked on her hair.

Another flash of red fell down her hair.

She was actually helping Nami get better.

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heyyyy…. So I’ve had this in my drafts for a while, but I’ve finally been able to finish it!! They’re so special to me guys you don’t understand…. Anyways. Thank you for reading down to here!! And if ur new- I’ve got a lot more stuff for these guys-!! I’ve got tags for their names that have all of the content I’ve made for them

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Nami’s Taglist

@ghostiidasponk @stormyscrapez @squishosaur @snowrinrin @inotonline

@mello-bee @thehollowwriter @meowbyul @lowcallyfruity @saneriddlefan67 

@driedupeyeballs @shadowy-skies @usurper-of-heavens

[noornight]

Happy lesbian day to the toxic doomed yuri of twst 🐍☀️

[autosarcophagy-avaritia]

crying over the innate mild homoerotosicm of looking up to another man thats not your own father

[chisungie]

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[1x1x1x1x1x1x1x1]

i like the idea of a killer!reader being like a big sleepy bear the moment they are out of a round, just immediately curling up onto the couch and sleeping, but then becoming the complete opposite in matches

and then immediately plopping down on the ground to sleep the moment they win the match lmao

i would like headcanons of them please,,, 👉👈

— 🌾

HELLOOOOOO

this is such a lovely request omg

i have a LOT of requests in the inbox so i gotta speedrun some

ooc and spelling mistakes are prolly here, too lazy to reread

enjoy!!

((fucked up the banner but whatever 💔💔

Forsaken Killers x Sleepless!Killer!Reader

1×1×1×1｡𖦹°‧

He has mixed feelings.

Well, all of her feelings are mixed with hatred so i guess you could put it that way,

The first time you won a match, and IMMEDIATELY stumbled onto the couch and passed out she was definitely taken aback. Were you feeling sick or something??

But after a while, he got used to it.

Every time you won a match, killing all the survivors extremely quickly, you always went into slumber right away.

They are expecting it at this point, and must admit youre one of the more tolerable killers here.

Not disturbing his,,,, thinking.

Hey if you were stuck in a cabin with a bunch of other freaks and psychopaths you wouldnt have anything better to do too, alright??

There were a few times when you accidently passed out really close to her on the couch, your head resting on one of his knees,

His immediate thought was to wake you up, but hes never seen,,,, anyone try that.

She didnt wake you up because she didnt wanna anger you! Absolutely NO other reason, and they WILL mass infection anyone who says even one word about this.

John Doeִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ

He doesnt really have any specific feelings towards you,

Probably because he cant.

His corruption is basically eating him alive, what did you expect?

From what he can recall, hes never talked to you?? Atleast from what he remembers.

And that would add up, since youre basically never awake in the cabin

Theres been maybe one time when he saw you awake, and that was when you first spawned in.

And well aside from that, he does see you quite often, even though you guys havent exchanged any words.

There was one time where you basically passed out next to him, on the floor.

He didnt really know what to do, or how to approach this, so he picked you up (as gently as he could) and set you on the couch.

You didnt really notice, and he doesnt really remember, so it never happend. Right?

Noli-.ᐟ.ᐟ

You arent really his cup of tea.

He sees you as,, boring. What!! He likes to have fun yk!

Hes a bit pissed about it too, you seem so fun in rounds but in the cabin youre just,,,, out. Passed out on the couch, drooling onto the pillows, one arm hanging down to the floor.

Honestly, its even a bit impressive, HOW does one manage to fall asleep within SECONDS after a round that was full od adrenaline.

He tried pranking you. Multiple times.

That being of course, playing extremely loud sound effects, (which 9 out of 10 times dont even work on you)

And toying around with you when youre passed out. By that i mean writing random stuff on you with a marker, posing you into weird poses and etc.

But after a while, you DID wake up once. And you were NOT happy with him,,,,

After that time, he (almost) never messed with you,

And he must admit, it was kinda hot

Mafioso🂱⚔

Pretty mixed feelings here.

On one side, youre extremely good at what you do, killing all the survivors with ease, sparing no one.

But on the other,, he just sees you as,, lazy.

The moment you go to sleep, hes unable to exchange any words with you.

Youre basically a stranger even though he sees you every day!

The only time he gets to know even an ounce of your personality, is when youre the killer and hes spectating.

This slowly turns into him full on getting obsessed with you.

Well, not exactly with you, but more so of getting to KNOW you.

His men did catch on, quite concerned with what hes doing

So they tried to talk to you one time, which involved waking you up.

You werent as aggressive with them as you were for example with Noli, since they woke you up, apolagizing for bothering you etc.

They only got a two words from you before you passed out again.

"Not now,," In a tired, worn out voice.

They told the boss, and he realized he can just,, do that. Wake you up.

And after doing that a few times, you werent really happy with him, even though he enjoys the few words you share with him.

Wait,,,,

zoo wee i wrote this in like an hour wth that was quick

i geniuenly need to drink more while writing because holy hell did i do a lot of words 💔

also i kinda stopped adding jason and coolkidd (ck being plantonic ofc) because they take the most time and i dont like writing for them💔 uhh quick pole

[yurinaa-world]

Helloo!!!!!!!!!!!

may i request the amphoreus men w this? imagine like shy reader who literally gets flustered when getting praised and complimented so when character witnesses blushing while being complimented, they get jealous easily and drags reader away?

If you do not like this request, Feel free to ignore.

💫𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: Mydei, Phainon, & Anaxa x Gender-Neutral reader

💫𝒮𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: with a reader gets flustered when getting praised and complimented (but they can't help but jealous when someone else makes you blush)

💫𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Fluff, & Spelling Mistakes

💫𝑀𝓎𝒹𝑒𝒾 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒦𝓇𝑒𝓂𝓃𝑜𝓈"

He praises you, maybe far more than others, but there's nothing wrong with that; he does adore you far more than other people. He’ll huff out praises here and there, like ‘you look nice, today,’ or ‘that suits you well’ (don’t forget, he’s probably has his arms wrapped around his chest, while he says it). Which always leaves your face slightly red in the face, with even realization as you try to take in his words.

He likes it. Can’t help but let out a small dry laugh every time. And he means them, too. That’s the worst part. He’s not one for empty flattery.

Yet what he dislikes is when others try to pursue with their own empty flattery just to get your attention, which is dramatic since it’s just a compliment from Phainon about how good you look that day.

Mydei, a man known for not backing down from a challenge (especially if it’s Phainon), and using such a basic word as good to describe is disrespectful to your very beauty—it’s pretty dramatic. 

Is he jealous, yes. But he knows how to one up.

"Good?" he echoes, voice low, just shy of mocking. "That’s all you’ve got?"

Because Phainon doesn’t know—not the way he does. They haven’t memorized the way your laugh sounds when it’s startled out of you, or how your fingers curl when you’re flustered, or the exact shade of pink that dusts your cheeks when the praise lands just right. 

And maybe he’s being unfair. Maybe it was just a passing comment, harmless. But Mydei has never claimed to be fair. So he leans in, just slightly, his next words deliberate, calculated—

"You’re radiant today," he says, quiet enough that only you can hear. And then, with a glance back at Phainon, all sharp edges and challenge:

 "See? That’s how it’s done."

💫𝒫𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓃 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑜 𝑜𝒻 𝒜𝓂𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓊𝓈"

He’s your national cheerleader. Whenever you do anything, you get a compliment. The bonus is seeing your cheeks turn a rosy colour. He can’t help but abuse your weakness. He’s terrible and cruel, but he just can’t stop himself! 

He feels less bad when he sees you brighten up a little for the rest of the day. BUT! It’s not like he says things that he doesnt mean! He’ll affirm every word he says if you ever feel that he’s lying to you in any way (he definitely isn’t. He’s just so smitten by you, how can he not go overboard?).

Now, can you blame him when he can’t help but get sassy when some else makes you red in the face like he does, purposely, when the entirety of Okhema knows he is yours. They act shamelessly eccentric (then the normal should) when they’re around you.

“Is something wrong?”

Even though you couldn't feel it, your face still had that pink hue to it as Phainon's hand was intertwined with yours. That pink would be something that he would constantly rave about is now caused by someone else's words.

"Hmm." He leans down, studying your flushed cheeks with exaggerated scrutiny. "Nope. Doesn't count."

You swat at his arm. "What are you talking about?"

“Your face is usually a darker red when I compliment you.”

Before you can protest, he’s already spinning you around to face him, cupping your cheeks with both hands. "Let’s fix that."

And then—because he’s Phainon—he hits you with the most shameless, over-the-top compliment imaginable. Something so absurdly sweet that you do turn the exact shade of pink he wanted. Before giving you a big kiss.

"Ahhh, there it is!" He grins, triumphant.

💫𝒜𝓃𝒶𝓍𝒶 "𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒶𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒜𝓂𝓅𝒽𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓊𝓈"

Anaxagoras. He’s a man of knowledge, but no amount of knowledge and words can compare to how biased a person can be when it comes to someone they love. In his mind, it's nonsense; he has no basis in the slightest. 

He’s just accepting facts. 

You are beautiful when you blush at one of his sentiments toward you (they’re his fans' way of saying compliments). Honestly, to use such a neutral term as sentiment when he’s basically complimenting and kissing your feet. 

And you know what! He’ll accept such accusations like a man; he’s not ashamed. He could write a paper about how your face slowly gains its bright hue as you take in his words, your lips pressing together and your eyelids rapidly closing.

That luxury he can’t help but get drunk off of, but what he dislikes is when others try to see that side of you (even though it’s pretty easy to get out of you).

His hand cupping your chin while squeezing your pink hue cheeks together like pufferfish. “It seems your face doesn’t have that much hue when someone else compliments you.”

"It's not fair," he grumbles, fingers still squishing your cheeks, but gentler now, like he's worried he might actually make you upset. "I put in so much effort. My compliments are meticulously crafted. Poetic, even. And yet—" He huffs, "—some fool says 'you look nice today' and you give them that little smile?"

He sings like whiney wife, complaining about something so small. You hoesntly don’t what to say to his jealous.

His eyes just scan your entire face but just giving up and kissing you on the lips as his other hand made it around you head.

Now, you’re face is even redder.

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[hexstrapp]

More JayVik Headcanons to Cope

viktor is independent. he’s always been. when things were fresh, jayce constantly was trying to help viktor with basic things and Every Time viktor told him off (every now and then hit him w his cane)

jayce has the most insane love-eyes. he thinks viktor cant tell when he’s staring him

viktor can absolutely tell

idc how ppl always portray mel, i love her and she is DEFINITELY jayce’s wingman 🤷

jayce doodles viktor constantly. every other page in his notebook has a sketch of vik

when viktor’s hands are cold, he’s the type to shove them in jayce’s shirt

it makes jayce squeal, but he doesnt mind (one os his worst fears is a loved one being cold)

when they dance, to provide viktor with more support, he stands on jayce’s toes and jayce leads them

viktor definitely corrects jayce’s spelling mistakes subconsciously

viktor Does Not drink, but when he does i think he’s a confident drunk 💀

Drunk!viktor is Very handsy and jayce gets extremely flustered

ppl flirt with jayce All The Time, but i feel like he’s not good with rejecting people, so viktor does it for him

“excuse me, he asked for No pickles,”

jayce acts like he needs help maintaining his beard, but in reality he loves watching viktor concentrate while also holding his chin

he sits there like 😳😳😳

want more? ;)

-rome🪐

[sheepispink]

okay i’ve been following you on AO3 and accidentally found your tumblr 😭 but i’ve had this idea and i literally can’t get it out of my head so i wanted to request it to you 🧎

jazzsinger!reader (or like a popular singer/actor mayhaps a model 👀) x Simon “Ghost” Riley | okay so imagine reader has been frequently going to a cafe that ghost also goes to, and they kinda just bond because both of them are wearing a mask (or something to cover their face ex. mask and glasses with baseball cap) while barely talking to anyone except to order their drinks (i’m a tea girlie and i love me a good cup of oolong tea 🫡). I just imagine some 6’1 dude in all black next to someone noticeably smaller also wearing black attire staring menacingly at the wall waiting for their drinks. Then after a while they grab their drinks, look at each other, nod, then leaves without uttering a word. Then after a while it turns into a romantic relationship and when introduced to everyone else (the task force) they just lose it cause how does the skull wearing weirdo on their team get a smoking hot partner 🤨

Anyways please take my humble request with a grain of salt 

-🫄

i have tried, whether i have succeeded i do not know but i did have a lot of fun with this one so thank you very much for the ask!! Also mind my spelling mistakes, its like way too early rn LOL

You don't know how this even started, or who this man really is besides that you always walk in at the same time each morning and most of the people here are terrified. It’s likely his stature, 6’1 and dressed in all back, though you’re not too different yourself. Working as a singer and occasional model meant fans would be found in the most unlikely places, especially since your recent single blew the charts entirely. After your fans spotted you at your last local grocery store, you’ve had to take your own drastic measures, dressing in practically all black with a mask and a baseball cap just for good measure. So, in one way or another, you two were practically matching as you stood waiting for your drinks. Infact, it occured so often that your drinks would be served together; your hands brush as you pick up your cups until you glance up at each other and give a quick nod before disappearing again.

That was until today, where you walked in to see the man had gotten to the line before you for once, however it was much longer than usual. Still you waited patiently, humming your new song to yourself as the queue slowly moves, albeit very very slowly. Eventually you get fed up, peering round the hunk of a man to see what or who’s holding it up. “Bloody kids.. dont even know what they’re doin’ ”The man grunts out, surprising you as he looks back and you nod, looking forward. Two young teenagers were working, though they looked far too inexperienced especially with their hair not even up around the baked goods nor aprons on. But that wasnt the worst of it— no, they were just sloppy in general, having to remake coffees and not even knowing the measurements for each type. “Guess they have to start somewhere..” You hum, a small sigh leaves you although the man doesnt say anything back, clearly not taking a liking to his coffee being so delayed. Well, you cant exactly blame him.

Finally, you both stand to the side as the kids prepare your drinks, with you occasionally checking your watch considering you have to grab an uber to your producer's house for a quick meeting. You were close, practically growing up together since you went to the same university. Being late would cause problems though, and you tap your foot a little, wondering how hard it is to make a simple oolong tea. “Order 55 and 56!” You both step forward as always, reaching for your drinks until you realise this doesnt look like your oolong tea at all. Peeking at the label, you realise you had accidentally take his, hence ‘Simon’ written on the side.

”Think I took yours Simon.” You’ve got a little bit of a cheeky note to your voice since discovering this information about him, making him roll his eyes. He hands the cup over to you and reaches for his out of your hands. That’s when your brows furrow, realising why you even picked up the wrong one in the first place.

”Hey— this isnt even your drink. It’s a latte.” You hold it up to him and he peeks through the lid, eyes narrowing beneath his balaclava but settling again. “It’s fine—“

”No it’s not.”

Before he can try and stop you, you’ve already walked up to the counter and facing the lazy teenager there who had been mid-call with her friend. “He asked for a black coffee, not this.” You narrow your eyes at her, annoyed by her clear incompetence especially as she didnt seem to care at all that she was supposed to be working. “It’s just a bit of milk; he wont die.” She shrugs, only making you all the more annoyed as you pull down your mask. “Make a new one, now. Do you even know how many people would beg for a job of yours?”

The teenager is more shook by the fact you’re the jazz singer that she’s been a die hard fan of for the past year and she just embarrassed herself in front of you by acting like an idiot. “I- i’m so sorry! I’ll make it now!” She scurries off to make it, and you feel the presence of the soldier behind you again, glancing down at you.

“Didnt know you had a pretty face hiding beneath all tha’ ” He hums, noticing how your cheeks flush just a tad before you pull the mask back up.“Thanks, you didn't have to.”

You can only shrug, letting your hands fall from their stance on your hips. “It was nothing.. you’re right, they’re stupid kids.” He chuckles, watching the girl scurry quickly over and hand him the drink as she profusely apologises to you over and over.

The two of you leave the store, with you groaning as you pinch the bridge of your nose. “Damnit..” He raises a brow towards you, his mask crinkling slightly as you take your phone out, pulling up the uber app. “What’s wrong?” He murmurs, lifting his mask a tad to sip the coffee before lowering it again. “I won't be able to come back to this coffee shop anymore..”

”Oh? Too many fans?” Surprisingly his voice has a teasing lilt to it, making you look up at him with wide eyes before hiding your gaze again. “Yeah.. not that i’m not grateful but it can be tiring.”

”C’mon, i’ll give you a ride, that uber will take forever.”

He takes your number after he drops you off at your friend's house, leaving you with radio silence. Then, the next morning he sends an address, more specifically a coffee shop that he particularly likes and where you can start anew until the fans die down. Sometimes he’ll give you a ride after and he’ll even text when you’re late for your coffee run. It shifts into regular texts, longer conversations, brushing hands as you wait for your drinks he paid for, still with that same menacing stare. On an off chance he may just annoy you just a tad, leaning his arm on your head as you look up at him in horror before giving him a faux punch. “I’m not that short!”

Somehow, you end up meeting his task force, your hand held tightly in his. “T-this is your partner?” Gaz’s jaw is dropped just as much as Soap’s is, only Price chuckling at the whole situation. None of them had ever believed that Ghost would get a bird, especially not one as pretty as you are. “Hi everyone.”

You grin, finally pulling down your baseball cap and Soap nearly topples over right there and then. Gaz has his gaze flicking between you two, from Simon’s sharp eyes and black out to your bright face and sweet grin. “ What..?? When..?? How?!”

They drag you over to the couch promptly after, forcing you to tell them all about how you two met and if Ghost really is a softie after all. Meanwhile, Price pats Ghost on the shoulder, the stiff man still tense since he thought this whole meeting wouldnt go too well. “You know they wont let this go, right?”

“..I know.” Simon huffs, but he’s grinning behind the mask.

[lmlknn]

hayy! Not exactly a request but do you have any thoughts for a Shuji Hanma (tokyo revenger) X male reader with some fluff?? Sorry just trying to see if people still write for this crazy guy in a good way. Please if this, doesnt make you comfortable and/or you dislike this character feel free to ignore it and have a good day! 🫶

Sweetheart

Pairing: Shuji Hanma x Male! Reader

Warnings: Smoking, mention of cigarettes.

Summary: Headcanons of Hanma as your boyfriend

Notes: Thanks for requesting! Hope you like it ^^

English is not my first language any spelling or grammar mistakes please let me know.

Hanma is madly in love with you; even though his life in the underworld brings problems, don't doubt his love. He'll talk about you to anyone he trusts.

Kisaki has already lost count of the times Hanma talks to him about his cute boyfriend with a goofy smile.

Hanma is crazy, he won't hesitate to get a tattoo that reminds him of you. He'd probably get it on his collarbone.

His kisses would be soft, he'd be afraid of hurting you; we all know his sadistic tendencies, but with you he's such a sweetheart.

If you weren't part of a gang, he'd definitely protect you even more. He knows you're a strong guy, you've shown him that on several occasions, but you're his little piece of sunshine. How could he bear the mere thought of being hurt?

He's a completely wild man when he finds out you've been hurt. It doesn't matter if it was accidental, the only marks Hanma allows to decorate your body are those of his hickeys.

Feeling down? Don't worry, Hanma is willing to have an afternoon of hugs and kisses so he can make you feel better.

Do you want to give someone a hard time? Hanma has the solution, just one call and you're done! You've never done it, but Hanma is willing to do it if it makes you happy.

If you were part of a gang, Hanma would be totally screwed then. I couldn't help but bite my lip watching you fight. Has he told you how sexy you are yet?

He would go crazy if he sees you wearing his clothes, let alone his gang uniform. You can swear his pupils are heart-shaped.

The times he comes in hurt and asks for your help, he loves to sit on your lap, caress your thighs, hips, and waist while you focus on taking care of your sloppy boyfriend.

Now, let's talk about quality time afternoons. No matter what the plan is about, he knows that if you're by his side, it's going to be perfect. I think Hanma would be one of those people who is surprisingly good at cooking, so he wouldn't hesitate to make you something to eat to show his love.

There's no shortage of walks at three in the morning because, why not?

I think Hanma would be embarrassed to ask to share things; he'd be the type to give you something, and later buy the same thing and say, "Oh wow, well, now we have something similar." As if you didn't notice.

If you were going somewhere and asked him to pick you up, he wouldn't miss the opportunity to show off; he'd somehow make his bike make even more noise, park outside the place with a bad boy face and wait for you to come out.

When you're out walking, his hand has two favorite places: your waist and your shoulder. As long as you're not holding hands.

Sleeping cuddled up is always a dilemma; I think he's a hot person, he usually sleeps without blankets and gets hot quickly. If you're a person who's always cold, you'd make a total sacrifice to not die of heat when you hug him while you sleep.

Although when he wakes up and the first thing he sees is you sleeping on his chest, he thinks you look so angelic and cute that he can't help but feel lucky to have you by his side.

Going on a date means he pays for everything; no matter when you try to get ahead of him, Hanma somehow always beats you to it.

If you don't know how to ride a motorcycle, he teaches you; surprisingly, he has great patience and explains very well, so you were able to learn quickly.

If you're a fan of some snack, Hanma will always have a few in his pocket; he never knows when you're going to crave one.

In nicknames, you're his cute boyfriend, so he'd probably call you pretty boy, honey, love. Although they're basic, Hanma says them wholeheartedly.

We all know that Hanma smokes, and one of his deepest fantasies is to pass smoke from mouth to mouth. (I KNOW IT'S TRUE!)

Speaking of PDA, he's not afraid to kiss you or hug you in the middle of the street, but he always makes sure not to make you feel uncomfortable.

I think Hanma's entire room would smell like cigarettes, so would all of his belongings. When you wear something of his, he loves the combination of your own scent with his cologne and the cigarette.

Hanma loves you deeply, he wouldn't hesitate for a single second to make that clear to you.

[sweetbcgs]

— Clarisse la rue x plus size headcanons

paring: clarisse la rue x fem!plussize!reader

warnings: plus size reader!! small insecurity mentions, spelling mistakes, i think thats it

a/n: this is so short but i think about these like all day every day, enjoy😇

honestly i feel like she would like a plus sized gf.. the thighs? the tits? the everything? she would love it sm

would beat someones ass if they ever said anything about your weight

ummm

i feel like she would love to do your hair. doesn’t matter what type your hair is

think she would love a curly haired gf just so yall can do each others hair but it doesnt matter

definitely loves laying on your chest while in bed. no one else cna be in the cabin though

everyone knows she gets soft with you… but she still denies it

hmm i see no one talking about this BUT i also feel like she does struggle in the relationships and communication. tries her best and is getting better

the kisses man.. i stand by this but clarisse has soft lips. will forever stand with it

she would kiss every inch of you, i swear. from your lips, to your cheeks, forehead, even your stomach when youre feeing down about yourself

shes so overprotective over you. like i said before, definitely beats someones ass for messinf with you. especially if her siblings say ANYTHING about you. even your own siblings, it doesnt matter <3

cant get over the idea of clarisse stargazing with you as well idk… maybe when youre just not feeling it one day bc of someone at camp, she just takes you out for a small date and is whispering the sweetest things to you :(

i feel like she wojld love a gf who could cook yk… especially bake… her coming home from wtv and seeing you cook for her

you’re quite literally the prettiest girl ever to her. and always will be.

[dialoverswritesssx]

Headcannons for Laito (just like generally)

some silly , some fluff some mature.

-I think that laito would be a very clean person (just overall ) taking care in his appearance and showering regularly

-is the type to wear perfume

-would be ok (and perhaps even enjoy ) his s/o putting makeup on him or doing his nails. Not because of the makeup aspect but because its something differernt that he hasnt tried before , also the attention his partner would be giving him , laito would try hold eye contact and make his face follow you around so that you would have to look at him

-wants to be percived as a happy/funny/unserious person. We kinda see this in the anime but when you know about laitos past , he actually really cares for people : his brothers and cordelia (but thats abit more complex) I saw a great post on this but i carnt remember from whom.

-Right so its cannon on how he has a fear of bugs , but I think laitos more afraid of how they move , like he thinks spiders are the worst because of the way they have their legs move ewww

-Throws away partners when bored / too serious . Yeah. One thing about laito is the way he gets bored easily ( partially from being immortal ) , he hates clingy women , becuase of his views on them . In one of his endings he tells yui to stop resisting becuase in the end all women want someone to look after them. I think that also once he has "broken" a partner , the chase is no longer intresting and disgards them .

-Is a sadist so will hurt partners . ( HAVE U SEEN THIS GUY ANGRY IN ANY OF HIS ROUTES , A ANGRY LAITO IS NOT A GOOD LAITO)

-would go *at it * anytime anywhere with anyone at anyplace . ( in the games he belives it to be more fun if one of his bothers joines in but not azusa for some reason??)

-hates anyone who wears flip-flops ( gives that vibe)

-WOULD NOT LET U CUT , DYE OR STYLE HIS HAIR ITS THE ONLY THING OFF LIMITS

-keeps familiars on his partner at all times

-is good with kids but would never have any ( would be VERY protective if he did but , doesnt want that responsibility also fear of traumatising them lolll )

thats all let me know secenarios to do next !!! Ill try write anything just keep it intresting ! ( no richter tho ) sorry for any spelling mistakes and if you disagree / have questions feel free to ask and correct me !!!

PLEASE GIVE ME IDEAS (DL ONLY )

[metis-iphigenia]

its like 2 am and im very tired so im sorry if this doesnt make sense i just want to talk about why i love scott summers.

•one of the reasons i love scott summers is because he is a flawed character who is quite doomed by the enviroment he was raised in. he makes mistakes a lot and learns that his actions have life altering consequences, later on he actually works on them.

for an example, in x-factor; scott left madelyne with their son nathan because the original 5 of the xmen were getting back together.(also the news of jean grey being alive) later on, Nathan is in the hands of mr sinister, later gets infected with that stuff etc.(idk how to explain sorry) and scott becomes aware that maybr if he didnt leave, maybe if he stayed he wouldnt lose the son he always wished to have. he is consumed by his guilt and grief. at least to my interpretion.

this is why i dont like actively calling scott a deadbeat dad because in the end he did come back for nathan.(he shouldnt have left in the first place i get that too) but calling him a deadbeat dad in my opinion just ignores his character as a whole.

or in xmen animated series, where in like the first episodes he has to leave morph. wolverine is angry at him justifibly(but its also not scotts fault(and morpherine canon guys)) scott does his best later on to be more careful to lead the team in missions, trying his best to not leave anyone behind etc its not very underlined that he does this but you can see it when you look for it.

•and not only that, i also find him very relatable and think his anger, frustration against the world very relatable. i also agree with his ideals.

cyclops ideals are a perfect balance between magneto's and professor x's ideals from my observation.

im gonna speak in xmen 97 terms because explaining my opinions is easier that way

professor x(as much as i admire what he stands for) is trying to help mutants but he is working towards tolerance, not acceptance. and like said in xmen 97, tolerance really is extinctence(i think this is how you spell it?? idk sorry english is not my mother tongue)

magneto doesnt want acceptance nor tolerance he just doesnt want humans(because of the years of opression he has faced, leading him to fight back against id but be the opressor as the time passes because humans(yes mutants are humans too) are corrupt like that)so he is trying to cause war for mutant liberation but his actions are causing people to be prejudiced about other mutants and causing them to be more violent towards them. even in the apocalyptic future, camps are being made for mutants because magneto himself started a war.(i will talk about my views on magneto on an another post because he really is a very interesting character corrupt by his own cynicism)

however what scott is working towards is acceptance and he is aware that if he just stands quiet to all the violence towards mutants and just busts his ass to save humans, he is the same as professor x, working towards tolerance. so now he uses violence to make people aware that mutants are going to live with them if they like it or not because he knows sometimes to be heard you have to scream. but his ideals towards mankind never changes because he doesnt hate them he hates their ignorance.

i do believe that since his mental health was declining(becasue of the years of opression and brutality he and his people have faced)he has done some things that were definitely problematic but this brings me to my first point of him facing the consequences of his actions.

overall, i do believe cyclops was right, i just think he also went about it wrong in some ways and that led to people not understanding him.

i find his backstory very interesting too(even though in changes but to me the orphanage later jack winters and professor x is the true one) i think about him being gaslit into forgetting his own little brother but him never faltering once and believing his own mind instead of someones tongue,his time with jack winters

(which i believe the interpretion of it being abusive because of the signs etc and how more impactful it makes that the first mutant he had ever actually known had hurt him instead of helping his own kind. it a parallel to our own world where even the opressors have managed to turn us against eachother even though we are all opressed by them, shunned because we are minorities)

later on him coming to live with professor and still being in a place where he is being used(i believe with my whole heart that professor saw scott as his son and sometimes forgot that they didnt share the same flesh but that doesnt change that professor did use scott, even without meaning any harm because professor in the end wants the best for all mutant kind but forgets to think about them as individuals)

•anyway to cut it short:

> i love scott summers because he makes mistakes AND learns from them, faces the consequences. and because of his mentality and the things he faced throughout his life that led him to making those mistakes.

there are lots of main characters in media who never really gets called out of the things they do(for example, annabeth from pjo with how she treated tyson, i love annabeth but it was just awful, also piper and her overall character(i chalk it up to rick riordan writing her badly because she is sorry to anyone who loves her))

>i love his upbringing and reading about it in any shape or form

>another reason why i love scott is because hes so bbg and miserable in a way i want to hug him so hard but also strangle him yknow

>>>>>TELL ME YOUR OPINIONS OF SCOTT SUMMERS WITHOUT BEING RUDE PLEASE!! if there is anything you dont agree with, you can always write it with the condition of being kind and not rude!!<<<<<<

[irradiatedpathogen]

TALKING A8OUT 8EAST X ANCIENT AND WHY PEOPLE (mostly me) ENJOY IT

This is copied from a tt comment i made so it doesnt include EVERY reason and has a few spelling mistakes >~< my replies are open for discussion!!

"WHY WOULD YOU SHIP 8EASTxANCIENT"

well the most o8vious reason is that theyre canonically soulmates, next they literally cant live with out the other 8eing inversions of eachothers main qualities, less o8viously all of the 8easts actually show a GENUINE care for the ancients, like even when mystic tries to kill cacoa she genuiely 8elived it is 8eneficial to him amd that she is helping, or smilk kidnapping pv to have someine to relate too and understand, or 8urning spice actually thinking very highly of gc SPARING HER LIFE (which literally goes against his 8eliefs, infact ALL of them go against their 8eliefs just for the ancients) and allowing her the chance to murder him lol

"8EAST x ANCIENT IS ONLY A8USE"

AND ON THAT NOTE ASWELL, yes it IS a8usive, 8ut youd have to understand that everything the 8easts do is not only for themselves and as a "selfish act of revenge" they still care a8out the ancients and really NEED them in order to progress, same as the ancients, plus as the ancient heros its kinda apart of the jo8 to undergo extreme forms of a8use and tradgedy where most of them (if not all of them) have already crum8led 8eneath the pressure and can actually learn alot from the 8easts allowing them to 8OTH 8e 8etter people. plus i think, and this is personal, itd 8e really nice for the ancinets who HAVENT forgiven their 8easts to reevalu8 their relationship and actually make some sort of reform... especially burningcheese cauae they defo have the most pent up trauma imoz amd seeing them 8URST would 8e sooooo reliving

Also the disclaimer from my tiktok video

dont come up in the comments saying "8ut i just dont like it" 8ecause i dont fucking care and didnt make this to sway your opinion 8ut to explain WHY people like these ships and open DISCUSSION in the comments and NOT arguing or harsssment

[spinbreon]

ESTROGEN COULD SAVE HER (sam lookoutside)

i was talking abt this with irls earlier, but i really think that sam from look outside would be happier if he transitioned. in game he is a sad miserable depressed man (who probably has ocd but you didnt hear that from me...), he feels a lot of guilt about survival, i think that if he let himself be happy and stopped seeing things that would make him happy as things hes not allowed to do he would transition.

i think he would not really consider transition as an option until the visitor because then he would have a bigger social circle and meet people who are happy with their genders (leigh, dan,) and he would meet women who became women later in life (hellen, jeanne). however i dont think he would transition because despite dysphoria he does not see himself as being deserving of being happy, and would instead just be intensely jealous. i do think at some point he would offhandedly make a joke about how everyone wishes they were a woman secretly and evryone would be like. i dont think thats true. and hellen would know. (i could also talk abt transfem hellen forever. shes a few years on E and was finally being seen how she wanted people to see her, she was happy. the visitor came by and gave her 500000 eyes and her body she was finally happy with is changing in a complete different direction and shes resentful and mad abt it)

i think sam after meeting trans people would think. wow i wish i could do that. and not do anything about because 1 he has the visitor to worry abt, and 2 he refuses to let himself do things that make him happy other than like. gaming. i think if he did not get the bedframe from a family member he would not have one. i think if he did not start living with other people when the visitor came around he would rot in his bed forever.

anyways tldr sam has gender dysphoria but refuses to think abt it because he thinks he doesnt deserve to be happy and i am the only one who is correct abt this(other than others who are also correct lmaoooo)(i respect your headcannons but i am the only correct one here (JOKE)). i could talk more abt this but im going to go play roblox for 8 hours and maybe sleep if im lucky goodnight.

ignore the spelling and grammer mistakes you didnt see them

[1x1x1x1x1x1x1x1]

killer doctor!reader perhaps,,, like reader is a well-known doctor who is nice and kind, but when they were forsaken, the spectre made them think the survivors are sick/infected, so they want to 'cure' them. by the way, their way of killing is just,,, gentle and painless, like a quick death.

(+ a point if reader is blind or mute because idk i just feel like it xd)

hopefully this makes sense! feel free to ignore this <3

HII!! this is such a fun request and i hope i did it with what you had in mind!!

(this is gonna be x killers since you didnt specify if you want it to be the survivors, killers or both

i might make a part 2 with the survivors if this goes well!!)

.ᐟ.ᐟ possible OOC and spelling mistakes (im too lazy to reread.)

anyways ENJOY! coughs,,,,,, lobotomy

Killers × Doctor!Killer!Reader

1×1×1×1｡𖦹°‧

The spawn of hatred,, i think you know how this one goes huh?

The first time she saw you, he thought you were no threat and harmless,

You proved that wrong after your first match. That made her spiral a bit

She DOES wish you wouldn't go so easy on them though,, especially on a certaint someone. He thinks they don't deserve any mercy, but oh well.

You have helped him bandage some nasty slash wounds a few times, shes thankful, but nobody will waterboard that information out of them.

They know the Spectre made you see something else, twisting your percieving of this world and the survivors, but its not like he's gonna try to wake you up or something like that. She knows that won't work.

Found this out because everytime he tried talking to you, you just kinda... stared at them. Nothing else. Not like she's seen you talk too.

John Doeִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ

well he's.. something.

He looks at your gameplay from time to time, thinking about what he feels about this, about you.

The little of what he has of his counciousness left tells him that you are/were a doctor? 'Well thats nice' is the only thing that comes to mind before it being pretty much empty again

You have patched him up a few times after a nasty round, getting stunned, punched and backstabbed way too many times.

You guys did have some nice/friendly interactions together, its just that he forgot about them.

forsaken!Jason𓌏་༘࿐

what a guy amirite..

since (IF) youre both mute, you guys can practically speak without words

Actions speak louder than words after all i guess!

Speaking of actions, you have helped him multiple times after a round, and he has thanked you multiple times.

Loves spectating you when youre the killer, one of his favorite activities to pass time. Although he too thinks youre going too easy on them.

C00lkidd.✶ ⋆ (PLANTONIC!!)

LOVES your whole 'doctor' theme

He WILL make you play pretend with him, with him as the patient.

Also really likes spectating you!! Although he doesnt see you 'killing' the survivors, just a quick nap

draws you, so much. You have a whole wall dedicated to them in your cabin.

Noli-.ᐟ.ᐟ

The absolute FIRST thing he does when you spawn in for the first time is make fun of how you dress, probably why you disliked him at first.

He does eventually act 'nicer' (if you can even call it that)

He is most definetly impressed by how quick you can server-wipe and how good you look during it,, wait who said that.

He immediately catches himself off guard after thinking about how well youre doing in the round.

This also means that from now on when you help him after a round, he will NOT be able to stay still,,

So now he IS a bit less of a jerk, but still taunts you. Like a LOT

Playing random sound effects, etc etc.

Hes an asshole, but he can be sweet.

extra!!

Mafioso🂱⚔

Ohh this guy

Hes really fond of you, mostly for helping his guys a few times with some nasty wounds.

Youre the first person they come to (and the only one they can now, since they've been forsakend.)

He appreciates how quick you get things done, no stretching out the killing part. Just quick and painless

Theres just something about you that just drives him closer

Ah, and he doesnt mind you being mute at all! He can understand most physical cues that you give him

okay so this is like,, pretty short. and there defo are some spelling mistakes but i just want to get this out lol

ty for reading!!

[fizzy0bloom]

s2ep9 sucks ass here's me tring to fix it :

just changing points i don't feel like doing a script :

1- blitzo doesn't apologies to random people like martha just peole who he knew befre like moxxie, millie, octavia and some of his exes

2- verosika doesn't make the party she was invited like stolas think of it like one of those big influential celebrity and political demons thing

3- now this really depends on how you see stolas but he either realize his doings or he's still the toxic villain he is

4-verosika meets him and talk about blitz and she confess how weird she acted before and how she moved on (i don't think it's uncommon for exes to meet randomly and fight i can't emphasize how her and blitz were toxic in this relationship and not just make her this obsessive ex they made her to be)

5-blitz might have done wrong to some of his exes but not to the degree of stolas

6-blitz crashes this part to finally tell stolas everything he has done to him and not apologizing this ends very bad as you can imagine

7-blitz and verosika have a heart to heart giving us how they treated each other and finally clean things

they might forgive and forget or not but anything is better then they way thy made him and fizz talk again

8- verosika looks at stolas and since she doesnt know him well and with the way blitz reacted she tells blitzo to work on himself after all this and focus on his family and to stop this dating cycle for all good

9- again idk what version of stolas you like but he ends up return home and think about everything

+ here's a drawing i made of them listing to stolas mental gymnastics

yeah i redesigned blitz here i hate how he looks

sorry for the spelling mistakes btw