#lobotomy corporation x reader

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

A List Of All Of My Current Works Pt.1

Genshin Impact

Tsundere Diluc X Reader

First Meeting Rosaria X Reader

Breaking An Entering: Electric Boogaloo A Sequel To First Meeting

Triad Pt.1 (Ningguang X Beidou X Reader)

Sara Kujou X Reader

Eula, Hu Tao, Sara, Ninguang and *Spins wheel* Barbra’s reaction to an S/O who has gone loopy after taking some medicine to fight their fever randomly confessing their undying love.

Jean Gunnhildr N.S.F.W. Headcannons

Lumine, Eula, and Jean With A Reader Who Uses A Frying Pan As A Weapon

Catching Her Eye-Ningguang X Reader

Worthy Of You-Sara X Reader

Differing Types Of Art-Yoimiya X Reader

Kokomi X Injured Reader

Ningguang Brainrot

Yandere Raiden Shogun

Holiday Gift-Layla, Furina, and Kokomi X Reader

A Gift To A Friend- Kaeya, Childe, Beidou, and Furina X Reader

100 Followers Event: Ei X Reader-Sharing

Reverse 1999

Dikke X Reader

Jujutsu Kaisen

Maki, Mai, Nobara, And Miwa With Powerful Himbo S/O

Maki, Mai, Nobara, And Miwa With Powerful Himbo S/O Pt.2

Fate Grand Order alongside Fate and TYPE MOON in general

SFW And NSFW Jacques De Molay Foreigner x Reader

Morgan, Baobhan, Melusine, and Barghest With Master Reader

SFW and NSFW Anastasia Hedcannons

Gareth And Mordred Fluff Scenarios and Headcannons

Fairy Knights and Morgan with a Depressed Master Reader

Scathach, Medusa Rider, And Florence Nightingale X Reader -Angst-

Scathach, Medusa Rider, And Florence Nightingale X Reader -Hurt Comfort-

"I'm So In Love With You" Artoria Pendragon X Reader

"You're Beautiful" Medusa Rider and Gorgon X Reader

"Do you trust me?" Serenity and Shuten Douji X Reader

"You're Cute When Your Angry" Rin Tohsaka and Mordred X Reader

"I'm So In Love With You" Medusa and Gorgon X Reader

"I Want To Protect You!" Mordred and Quetzalcoatl X Reader

Bradamante X Reader

Caenis X Reader

Penthesilea X Autistic Master Reader

Poly Scathach, Nightingale x Reader

Lancer Artoria X Reader With Powers Like Alucard From Hellsing

The Knights Of The Round Finding Out About Artoria Saber, Lancer, and Alter's S/O

Medusa, Caenis, and Gorgon With An S/O They Like To Tease

Nobu with a former Master Reader who became a servant

Penthesilea and Caenis with A Reader Who Loves Their Personality

Artoria And The Child Of Mordred X Reader Being Called "Grandpa"

Nagao Kagetora x Reader

Death By Snu Snu- Shuten Douji, Mash, Raikou, Barghest, and Castoria X Reader

Ereshkigal, Quetzalcoatl, and Reader Poly Headcannons

Danganronpa

General relationship HCs for a GN! Reader paired with Mahiru and Ibuki

Playing With Their Hair Headcanons-Toko, Jack, and Mikan

Mahiru, Kaede, and Ibuki caring for an S/O with a broken leg

Celestia, Miu, and Kyoko when their S/O who's the opposite calls them cute for the first time

Himiko and Kirumi with an energetic and affectionate S/O

Himiko X Tenko X Reader

Persona

P3: Mitsuru With Someone Who Loves To Play With Her Hair

P5: Futaba and Makoto X Smart Delinquent Reader

Chie Satonaka & Orie with a reader coming out as Bi

100 Followers Event: P3: Mitsuru Kirijo-Secret

Bloodborne

Gehrman X Reader

Micolash X Reader

Impostor Iosefka x Reader

Choir X Reader

Elden Ring

Malenia NSFW Alphabet

Guilty Gear

RANDOM INCORRECT QUOTES [Guilty Gear X Reader Edition Pt.1]

RANDOM INCORRECT QUOTES [Guilty Gear X Reader Edition Pt.2]

What Dates With Them Would Be Like-Testament

Relationship Headcannons: Millia Rage and Bullet

"You're Beautiful"- Bridget X Reader

Baiken Teaches You How To Fight!

Testament NSFW Headcannons

100 Followers Event: Undercovers, Ramlethal

Stealing Their Hat-Testament x Reader

Elphelt X Dragon Install Gear Reader NSFW

Blazblue

Relationship Headcannons: Millia Rage and Bullet

Tsubaki Yayoi X Reader

Mai Natsume X Reader

Under-Night-In-Birth

Wagner With An Affectionate S/O

Hilda Relationship Headcannons

Yandere Wagner x Reader

Orie X Affectionate Reader

Chie Satonaka & Orie with a reader coming out as Bi

Incorrect Under Night In Birth X Reader Quotes

Skullgirls

Miss Fortune, Black Dahlia, and Eliza x Reader

Street Fighter

Cammy White NSFW-A Nice Hot Shower

Juri Han X Reader

Married Life With Juri Han X Chun-Li

Elena & Menat X Reader Headcannons

Rivals To Lovers With Sakura & Makoto X Reader

Laura & Karin X Reader Dating Headcannons

Elena X Reader Fluff Headcannons

Getting Caught In The Act With Cammy, Elena, & Karin

Death By Snu Snu With Chun-Li And Juri Han X Reader

Tis But A Scratch! - Juri, Cammy, and Ibuki X Reader

Decapre X Reader Incorrect Quotes

Kissing Chun-Li, Juri, and Cammy's Abs

Calling Them Sugar Mommy-Karin Kanzuki & Mitsuru Kirijo X Reader

Resident Evil

Jill Valentine X Reader

Final Fantasy

Tifa Lockart X Dragoon!Reader

Sephiroth X Reader: 100 Followers Event-Bite

Fear And Hunger & Fear And Hunger: Termina

The Freedom Of Choice-Levi X Reader (Platonic)

Marina And Abella Relationship Headcannons

Marina X Reader She Met Post Termina

[ruinaimagines]

YIPPEE WELCOME BACK AGAIN wishing u luck on those new requests!! hope u dont mind me sending what i think id sent back then, which was a request for a scenario on zena and an s/o who doesnt realize shes an arbiter :] thank u....

Funnily enough I actually was working on this a while back before I wiped my ask box. So now I have a use for the unfinished writing I had. Thank you for the welcome back.

Oblivious S/O and Zena Headcanons:

She is absolutely baffled on how you just seem to be completely ignorant of anything pointing to her status. It’s not like you’re arrogant, or aren’t observant.. It just won’t click??

When the two of you are together you will comment on how people seem to be staring at you weirdly, but it just doesn’t really cross your mind on why. In fact, you’ll even check how you look or what you’re wearing, completely disregarding the fact it might be because of her.

So it becomes a little bit of a challenge for her and turns into probably the funnest part of her week. See just how far she can push the limits until you finally come to the realization. This is the main motivator between her continuing to meet with you.

Zena doesn’t really try to hide the fact she’s an arbiter either. She’ll wear her uniform or similar outfits with that signature hexagonal pattern that seem to be a clear giveaway.. To everyone but you that is.

There was actually a time you wanted to take her to this restaurant that was really nice. Unfortunately, it was in a pretty nasty part of the backstreets, so you had to tread carefully. But surprisingly, it was a completely peaceful walk.

In fact the staff must’ve felt super nice on that day because they discounted the price of your food! That’s never happened before. You were happy though that it did when you had a friend along with you, hopefully that made a good impression!

They did seem a bit nervous though when serving, and it was more quiet than usual.. Maybe there was some suspicious activity going around? You weren’t too sure, but mainly you tried to focus on your conversation with Zena.

She finds you so fascinating even when you tell the most mundane stories. You could be talking about your laundry and she would be extremely immersed. She’s just never had someone be so.. Uninfluenced by her before, and she wants to learn more about you.

Unsurprisingly, Zena can be pretty confident and egotistical some of the time. She is aware of the power she is capable of and has no issue using it to get what she wants. Hardly ever has someone of sane mind opposed her. 

But you don’t really have a problem with disagreeing when you think it’s fit to do so. Perhaps you’re a bit more compassionate than she is (the bar isn’t really set high) and you aren’t really fond of her ways with going about certain things. Murder and blackmail are some of her go-to’s which can be pretty problematic.

At first I can see her being a bit irritated, but after taking an actual moment, she’s more appreciative. Now it’s a 50/50 on whether or not she’ll really change what she’s doing based on what you say, but once you get past her pride it’s almost refreshing to have someone feel comfortable enough to say what’s on their mind.

And say what’s on your mind you do. Honestly, in the nicest way possible, she’s heard some of the stupidest things come out of your mouth. It greatly contrasts with her very in depth, thorough way of speaking.

It’s really funny to hear you bring up news and things that she had a direct hand in without even realizing. For example, a workshop had recently been shut down for blatantly violating strictly enforced laws. It wasn’t specified what exactly was inside, but it was enough to get it transported to the outskirts.

You’d discuss it with her, ‘Man the Head is wild, wonder what was bad enough inside that it made them that pissed.’ And she would only smile and nod. Because she was there, and she knows exactly why. 

Very frequently she will have a gift for you when you meet, and it’s always of such high quality that you feel bad she spent so much on it. Though she assures you it was no big deal (cause it wasn’t).

Sometimes though she gets gifts of things you wanted that you didn’t recall telling her about. It’s a bit weird at times, but hey who’s gonna complain about free stuff? Most of her time her reasoning is that you forgot you told her about it.

One time you happened to be in the same time and place that she had some business in (Whether or not that was a coincidence is still to be determined). All you knew is that there was some form of havoc leading to people being afraid and fleeing. 

You, however, did not know what was said cause of chaos, you only knew to get out of there. So of course you’re going to panic when you see Zena casually resting on a bench, wide out in the open, filing her nails. After all, you don’t want her to get caught up in whatever is happening.

Well, you just keep being bold don’t you? Honestly it’s to the point it’s self-endangering, but maybe that’s what makes you so amusing to her.

Unsurprisingly to the audience, she is very casual about the whole situation. You, on the other hand, are freaking out because hey.. There’s people screaming and running and dying and you don’t want her to get mauled by something.

She just keeps smiling at you with this funny look on her face. You’re grateful she’s calm and not panicking but she just seems a little too amused by this whole situation. Better than being horrified.. Right???

Eventually she lets you grab onto her arm and drag her along to wherever you deemed would be a safe spot for you two. One person even yelled at you to ‘Get out of there unless you had a death wish’. Kind of rude but probably had good intentions. You weren’t really sure what ‘there’ was, but the general message was that where you were standing wasn’t really safe.

So the two of you are huddling in cover within the ruins of a building as you repeatedly stare past some blinds on a window out into the street. Weirdly enough, nothing really seemed to be happening.

A person did happen to emerge, one that you were ready to tackle if it was needed. A strange figure with a large metal-plated looking claw and a similar mask with strange vats of liquids attached to them.

Zena claimed that it was a work partner of hers who happened to be in the same area, and told you to remain there and that she would return soon after talking to him. 

When she did return, she smiled and commented on “Well, aren’t you rather thick-headed?” only for your utterly baffled response. You weren’t sure whether you should be offended or not. She only chuckled and the two of you departed from the location.

You’d have to figure it out someday, but until then Zena was willing to push the limits to see just what she could get away with.

[p123apples]

please God, I want to be impregnated so bad. I want him. That beautiful, radiant angel. Like a god, having come down to Earth to cleanse us of our sins.

he is beyond divine. I can’t help but drop to my knees in worship whenever I see his beautiful figure. I yearn for him in a way both primal and spiritual. I would commit more war crimes than every president in United States history just to lick the sweet, glistening sweat from his smooth, creamy skin. I want to listen to his moans as his manhood throbs within , I want to hear his heart race as our bodies become one and our souls irreversibly intertwine in the holy sin of carnal union.

I want to suckle at his motherly bosom, slurping that rich mana milk from his teat as I would stir his cream into my coffee and let his balls boil in it. His cries of pleasure and the rocking of our bed would be louder than the cacophony of ten thousand drone strikes. I would make love to him until my body gave out, and then some. I would let him break my rib cage with any part of his body. I would let him hit me with his car just to be near him for a brief moment.

he’s so perfect it hurts. Every moment without him I suffer a pain worse than breaking every bone in my body simultaneously while drowning and also having shards of glass coated in hot sauce forced through every orifice of my body. I want him, I need him. I want to desecrate his crisp general suit. I want to start a family with him and retire after our twenty seven children have grown up and moved out. I want to see those luscious lips speak such filthy, perverse words into my ear while he slides ice cubes down my gaping pisshole.

I want to fuck him like he owes me money. I would let him step on me, just to feel the soft, firm warmth of his feet upon my face and his groin area. I would sleep under him just to catch his drool in my mouth. I would fish the strands of hair from his shower drain just to smell his alluring scent, and braid them into necklaces to keep him with me always. Or cock rings. Whichever would please him more.

God please, I would do anything for him. I would relinquish my life, all my hopes and dreams, just to become the socks on his feet so that I may warm his mouthwatering toes with my very being, so that he may feel the heat of my love always. I would encase myself in cement and become his doorstep, so that he may wipe his heels upon my face. I would tear my own limbs off. I don’t know what I’d do after that, or why he might want my limbs. But I would do it.

My prince, my god, the light of my life. Please God, let me have him. I want him to be mine and only mine. I would lick the Doritos dust from his fingers and fill his belly button with honey mustard to dip my teats in. I would give him a sponge-bath with my tongue every morning and serve him breakfast in bed. I would let him eat my eggs,straight from the source . i would let him eat steak off my body if it pleased him, no matter how painful the third-degree burns would be.

I would bear the torment of eternal damnation until the end of time to taste the seat of his car but once. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for him, nothing I wouldn’t say. I wouldn’t even let myself cum until he gave me permission.

I love you,gojo . Please. Be mine. Be my life, my lover, my sorcerer daddy ,my everything. Say yes. I see it in your eyes, when you’re up there yapping about catching up to suguru or whatever. Answer my calls, respond to my letters. Something. Give me a sign, gojo. I’m waiting for you in chapter 269, come back my glorious emperor,it is time you got out of that airport or you would be escorted

descend from heaven satoru,i am waiting.

[binah-beloved]

Arbiters Do Not Believe in Tears

Binah x Reader Android AU Pronouns: Gender Neutral Warnings: Descriptions of small injuries and death

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Androids do not feel. It is not an opinion, it is a fact, told constantly to everyone and anyone. Androids do not have capacity for emotions. They are here to use, to be used, to serve those who bought and own them because they can never be anything but owned. You know this. The world knows this. Everybody knows this, and those who believe otherwise are called foolish, tearing an inevitable cackling laugh from people’s throats as they slap the table, how stupid and silly, how naive! They’re words you ponder as you continue your life’s work of creating and welding and repairing, your dingy house filled with bits of metal, bobs you found tossed aside. One person’s junk is another’s treasure, although some would call you an idiot for thinking you could make something out of nothing. But nothing is never nothing. And perhaps you are an idiot, or stupid, or silly, or foolish or naive, or perhaps some combination of everything, when you pull a discarded android out under the scrapheap.

Black, gold, and porcelain, once pristine and now tarnished. The interlocked hexagons immediately mark the android as an Arbiter class, models only available to the wealthiest and most influential people. Yet this one has been thrown away and left to rot, rust decorating her elegant features, and a frown flits across your face. Someone must have been very frivolous, or perhaps very cruel, to toss aside an Arbiter android without a thought. It’s not surprising. Those types are all fat old fools, after all. Nothing to it but resources, you try to tell yourself. But your hands lay flat on the android’s shoulders and refuse to curl, taking not one bit of metal from her. The gears in your head turn, fingers tracing and examining every patch of rust and severed wire and those closed eyes, neutral and silent. “Fixable.” Your voice comes out in a whisper, carefully hefting her onto your back and hurrying away, just as the sun begins to set.

It becomes a personal project of yours, an attempt to repair a disabled Arbiter as you scrounge around for different parts to use. You’re not even sure what metal she’s made of, something high quality and cold and much, much too expensive for you to even have a chance of glimpsing, but slowly your list fills with checkmarks and new cuts join old scars on your hands from your work. Gloves cost too much, and your fingers are essentially dead in feeling anyways. The android sits on your workbench, the corpse of an effigy, and doesn’t move. In truth, you’re not expecting her to be alive. The rational part of your brain keeps repeating the facts, over and over. Clearly, she was shut down. She can’t be repaired. She will never wake up. You’re excellent at not listening to those thoughts, letting your body methodically move while you keep your mind blank apart from the spark of hope twinkling in the center. Maybe, just maybe, your skills will suffice. Maybe. There’s a twitch from her fingers, and you pause, breath dying in your chest. They move again, more this time, slowly curling and uncurling into a fist before the android’s body jolts and clicking whirs fill the room as symphonic noise. Slowly, she sits upright, and slowly, you take a few steps back, unable to keep yourself from staring as her golden earring sways. Her eyes open like a splash of midnight, and she’s staring directly back at you, voice coming out flat and cold.

“I am Arbiter model 008, designation Garion. What are your orders?” You open your mouth, then close it again, not her original owner nor another member of the elite. You could say nothing. You could simply keep your mouth shut, and she would leave as an Arbiter to find a new directive. You could turn your back and pretend like you saw nothing. But you know and she knows that there’s nowhere for her now. “…Stay a while.” And she does. She becomes a constant shadow, watching you silently from a corner in your little, decrepit house. For several days the android simply stands there, doing and saying nothing but observing your every movement. Occasionally you look up from your work, meeting her bored black gaze, and you wave. At first there’s nothing, but gradually her head tilts at your small actions and the kind smile you give her. One day, she waves back, stiff and a little awkward, but it makes you perk up nonetheless. She moves closer, more freely, beginning to explore the house when you’re bent over pieces of metal and solder, before standing directly behind you and watching you work with a flicker of interest, although she rarely answers to her designated title. Something is disconnected, unfitting, and you take to simply calling her “Dear” from the pool of sweet sincerity in your heart. You answer when she asks questions, not berating or sneering but giving her a nod and swift demonstrations and free reign to examine anything she wants. So she sits, the nameless android, and reads every book you have to offer, cold fingers tracing over one word again and again. It’s that word she holds close to her when she approaches you one day, a hint of apprehension in her eyes. 

“…I would like for you to call me Binah, from now on.” She’s amazed at her audacity to request something as an android, a tool, a weapon to be used. What’s more incredible is your response, a nod and a gentle agreement that it suits her. For the first time, Binah smiles a little. Binah is never apart from you after that. Wherever you go, she goes, even if it’s simply to find more supplies or to watch the stars come out. She’s always there, a quiet, constant presence by your side. There are flashes and glints of feeling, slowly, as she begins to separate things she likes and dislikes and learn, always learning more and more with keen interest. She likes the night sky, books, the scent of tea. She despises too much noise, too many people, those who never listen. You, she finds, she likes immensely.

She never tells you this verbally, but you know when her fingers curl around yours and your hand presses against her cool cheek, eliciting a shudder as she practically melts against your touch. Some people ask if she’s yours when they see her behind you, carefully watching for any threats. You always deny it, every time. The thought of being Binah’s owner makes your stomach turn, seeing and accompanying her during her growing sentience and awareness as an individual. But she interrupts you one day when that familiar question rises again, answering with a monotonous yes and an icy glare until the person who asked runs off in a panic. You blink, turning to look at her only for cool, heavy arms to wrap around your waist, her hand over your beating, human heart. “I am yours, and you are mine. If you will have me.” Her words are firm and laced with certainty, the gentle touch of her fingers betraying her hidden, developing emotions. You stare at Binah and merely nod, and she softens briefly to bump her forehead against yours.

You were told that androids couldn’t do a lot of things. They don’t feel, don’t form attachments, don’t understand bonds or gentleness. Everything is proven wrong, to your delight. It has never felt so good to be wrong, wrong about each “fact” that tried to force its way into your head. Wrong, except for one. Androids cannot die. Not in the way that humans do. Everyone knows this. Binah knows this. You knew this. They could be shut down, or lose their directive, but Arbiters were made to survive. You had told her about death, your fingers laced with hers during your evening walk. “Humans rot underground, but I like to think that eventually we grow into flowers again. Wouldn’t that be nice?” Yes. It would be nice. Her words go unspoken.

Binah stands in the rain, wrapped in the coat you made for her after she discarded the golden hexagons to remain with you. Of course, there’s no cold to her, but you loved and she loved the fabric, the way you would tuck yourself into the front while she was still wearing it. She idly twists her rings; one, two, three; resting on her favorite on the left hand. “I am Arbiter model 008, designation Garion. What are your orders?” Her voice is as apathetic and even as the day you first met, drizzle clouding her vision and wetting her synthetic hair. You always told her it was soft and smooth, and she couldn’t help but lean against your hands whenever you pet it. “…I am Arbiter model 008, designation Garion. What are your orders?” Her fingers lace together and grip hard, the same crushing force that has killed countless people, yet treated you so gently. She always was fond of caressing your face, feeling the way your skin dipped under her careful touch. Fascinating. Wonderful. Human.

“…I am Binah, your android. Please…” Instinctively, she reaches out for your presence, trembling minutely and unable to keep the repressed waver out of her tone. “…What are your orders…?” Androids also cannot cry. Almost none of them are made with it in mind, even less so Arbiters who are made to kill and maim. But Binah feels, and wishes that she could so. “…I miss you.” The rain weeps in exchange, and a lone android sinks to her knees in the flower field where you’re buried. 

[wolveria]

Was this game tailored just for me

[silkenedstars]

Butterfly (Cannot) Kiss

He yearned for the touch of your lips against his own, too bad he doesn't have a pair of lips to kiss you with.

₊✦Lobotomy Corporation | Funeral x Gn!Reader✦₊

It was during the times you worked on him that Funeral wished he was a human like you.

His thumb, hiding behind the silky fabric of his glove, brushed against your lower lip. "My darling…" he crooned, tracing the shape of your lips with reverence before cupping your face in his two other hands, the fourth wrapping itself around your waist and the fifth grabbing hold of your chin, "My darling mourner…"

It was something he had seen plenty of the agents in the facility do before whenever he breached, the act of pressing one's lips to another's. He didn't think much of it at first, but now that he had someone he cherished, it was only inevitable that he'd become envious of such a thing.

"You're clingier than usual today," you noted, tilting your head and nuzzling your cheek into one of his palms. Funeral's heart fluttered against his chest at the sight. Adorable, though anything you did was enough to get him melting at the sight.

"Perhaps I am," he replied, pulling you closer to himself and fitting you snug against his chest. "But, at this very moment, I simply crave to hold you close to me."

…and kiss your lips with his nonexistent ones. But alas, he knew full well that it was a wish that would never come true.

"Do you feel like letting me work or…?" you trailed off.

"No."

He felt you squirm a little in his grip before giving up, letting out a defeated sigh then nuzzling your cheek against his chest.

"We can stay like this too, I guess…" you murmured, wrapping your arms around him.

He chuckled, "Are you complaining?"

"…No."

You really were adorable. If only he could kiss you all over your face…

[supersillyred]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Welcome Home - Clown Illustration, Lobotomy Corporation (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Eddie Dear/Frank Frankly/Howdy Pillar (Welcome Home), Wally Darling (Welcome Home)/Reader Characters: Wally Darling (Welcome Home), Julie Joyful (Welcome Home), Eddie Dear (Welcome Home), Frank Frankly (Welcome Home), Poppy Partridge (Welcome Home), Sally Starlet (Welcome Home), Abnormalities (Lobotomy Corporation), Howdy Pillar (Welcome Home), Barnaby B. Beagle (Welcome Home), Reader, Welcome Home Ensemble Additional Tags: Morally Ambiguous Wally Darling (Welcome Home), Lobotomy Corporation (Video Game) Spoilers, Crossover, Angst, Background Character Death, Blood and Violence, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Psychological Horror, Body Horror, Morals are Questioned, So many abnormalities, The horror stuff will come later Summary:

Welcome to the large energy factory in the neighborhood, Lobotomy Corporation! Here you'll find yourself at the top floor of the corporation with your 'tour guide' Wally Darling himself. Here you will see how the corporation creates energy for its lovely little city. You are the Corporation's new manager. Keep the place in order and you will see the results become fruitful! Face the fear. Build the future.

[ein-liebloser-wanderer]

Omg I can't stop reading your silent orchestra and nothing there fics they are absolutely amazing<33 also I am curious about your red buddy hcs, so can I request them?

I've been feeling down lately, so reading this felt nice. Thank you, love. This blog wouldn't exist without readers like you~

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⸸ F-02-?? -- Yandere Headcanons ⸸

(A Yandere AU of Lobotomy Corporation where I made as many Abnormalities into humanoids I find aesthetically pleasing, so you know...OOC and fanon are to be expected.)

⸸ Warning: yanderes are their own warning, dark themes, abusive relationships, codependence, masochism (not of the sexual variety you perv), slight gore

⸸ Often, it takes the form of someone adorable. A helpless little angel, with wide eyes that look at the world with fear.

⸸ The poor pup would go far and wide to be acknowledged, would reach the ends of the world just to feel its master's touch and hear their praise.

⸸ All he wants is to please you. In return, please...just come see him. With more warmth, more care, more of those caresses that only your gentle hands could give.

⸸ You might ask, 'Where is his shame? Does he have no dignity at all?' No. He lost all of that the moment he allowed his former master to treat him less than the ground he stands on.

⸸ He is so lonely, so afraid, so tired of waiting for someone that would never love him. He'll do anything for you if it means you could take that place.

⸸ And you will love him...won't you?

⸸ You won't just be another cruel master like that man, right?

⸸ He can be so needy. He can be clingy. It was pathetic, really. His former master had no inhibitions to call him out for it, so he wouldn't be surprised at all if you felt the same way.

⸸ One day, you might lash out at him for it. In fact, he wanted you to.

⸸ For now, you might find his weakness cute, or sad, or at the very least, pitiful. But sooner or later, those emotions will change, and it will turn into disgust and scorn.

⸸ You'll no longer find him endearing, but a nuisance. A burden.

⸸ But even if you were to beat him down to the ground, even if you were to burn him, scald him, graft his flesh until you see the ivory of his bones, he'll still think, 'They're paying attention to me! They're paying attention to me!'

⸸ That would still be better than being ignored, abandoned.

⸸ He can't stand it. Being apart from you is killing him. Anything would be better than having to wait everyday, waiting for you to come.

"So please...come. Just come, just come, just come! I want to see you."

⸸ Days might pass without receiving any incidents from Reddened Buddy. From the small window of his containment door, you might see him patiently still sitting inside his unit, looking at the door as if he knows you are there.

⸸ But one day, you will see it. The red, glaring scars. The flaying skin. The blood caked over patches of his body.

⸸ He'll smile upon seeing you...and behind it, you'll see sharp, big teeth just itching to bite.

'If I were to become the Big Bad Wolf, will you finally pay attention to me?'

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⸸ Art from DeviantArt by Sammym8

[overworkedblorbobattle]

Overworked Blorbo Battle Round 1!

Round 1 will be split into 8 waves of 8 week long polls with each wave being posted 24 hours after the previous begins. The first wave will start on Friday the 29th of July at 3pm BST

The matchups are listed under the readmore

The matchups were all randomised although I did make minor adjustments if I thought one was much too unfair.

Wave 1:

Ada Paige (Rythm Doctor) Vs Sips (Fools Gold)

Cliopher Mdang (The Hands Of The Emperor) Vs The Manager (The Hotel Podcast)

Adam Parrish (The Raven Cycle) Vs Five Pebbles (Rain World)

Almond Cookie (Cookie Run) Vs Steven Universe (Steven Universe)

Dot Campbell (The Wilds) Vs Hera (Wolf 359)

Arthur Lester (Malevolent Podcast) Vs Gordon Michael Schwinn (A New Brain)

Anthy Himemiya (Revolutionary Girl Utena) Vs Fu Hua (Honkai Impact 3rd)

Commander Peepers (Wander Over Yonder) Vs Kusuo Saiki (The Disastrous Life Of Saiki K.)

Wave 2:

Bucky Barnes (Marvel) Vs Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson)

Dana Scully (The X Files) Vs Gregor Samsa (Metamorphosis)

Danny Fenton (Danny Phantom) Vs Harrowhark Nonagesimus (Gideon The Ninth)

George Cubbins/Karim (Lockwood and Co) Vs Ling Wen (Heaven’s Official Blessing)

DC/GOV (Welcome To The Table) Vs Pandemonica (Helltaker)

David Jacobs (Newsies) Vs Logainne Schwartzandgrubenierre (The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee)

Dean Winchester (Supernatural) Vs Squidward (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Ford Pines (Gravity Falls) Vs Charlie Magne (Hazbin Hotel)

Wave 3:

Gilgamesh Wulfenbach (Girl Genius) Vs Charlotte Dubois (Falsettos)

Jaehee Kang (Mystic Messenger) Vs Angela (Lobotomy Corporation)

Kevin Kandy (Spooky Month) Vs Robin (Smash Legends)

Kento Nanami (Jujutsu Kaisen) Vs Vera Oberlin (Monster Prom)

Homura Akemi (Madoka Magica) Vs Ratchet (Transformers)

Hunter (The Owl House) Vs Ponder Stibbons (Discworld)

Isabelle (Animal Crossing) Vs Aymeric De Borel (Final Fantasy)

Izzy Hands (Our Flag Means Death) Vs Luisa Madrigal (Encanto)

Wave 4:

Jean Gunnhildr (Genshin Impact) Vs Aki Hayakawa (Chainsaw Man)

Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives) Vs William T Spears (Black Butler)

Jotaro Kujo (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure) Vs Adora (She Ra)

Keito Hasumi (Ensemble Stars!) Vs Doppo Kannonzaka (Hypnosis Mic)

Jeremie Belpois (Code Lyoko) Vs Chip Revvington (Toontown: Corporate Clash)

Jamil Viper (Twisted Wonderland) Vs Lisa Wilbourn (Worm)

Guillermo de la Cruz (What We Do In The Shadows) Vs Buffy Summers (Buffy The Vampire Slayer)

Kim Dojka (Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint) Vs Shang Qinghua (Scum Villain's Self-Saving System)

Wave 5:

Kurapika (Hunter X Hunter) Vs Mafuyu Asahina (Project Sekai/Colorful Stage)

Lucifer (Obey Me!) Vs The Elsen (Off)

Marsh (Mistborn) Vs Lisa Cuddy (House MD)

Matthew Venn (The Long Call) Vs Carol Hathaway (ER)

Larry Needlemeyer (The Amazing World Of Gumball) Vs Kim Kitsuragi (Disco Elysium)

Merlin (BBC Merlin) Vs Dick Gumshoe (Ace Attorney)

Maedhros Feanorian (The Simarillion) Vs Riza Hawkeye (Fullmetal Alchemist)

Laerryn Coramar Seelie (Critical Role) Vs Lucretia (The Adventure Zone)

Wave 6:

Miles O’Brien (Star Trek) Vs Jonathan Harker (Dracula)

Miss Pauling (Team Fortress 2) Vs Susan Taxpayer (Susan Taxpayer)

MK (Lego Monkey Kid) Vs Kunikida Doppo (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Molly Blyndeff (Epithet Erased) Vs Emma Perkins (The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals)

Mrs Doyle (Father Ted) Vs Jess Jordan (Succession)

Nicholas Benedict (The Mysterious Benedict Society) Vs Jafar (Twisted: The Story Of A Royal Vizier)

Nishida (Yakuza) Vs Touta Matsuda (Death Note)

Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars) Vs Alfred Pennyworth (Batman)

Wave 7:

Olruggio (Witch Hat Atelier) Vs Walter Pensive (Hello From The Hallowoods)

Parsley Botch (Smile For Me) Vs Peppino Spaghetti (Pizza Tower)

Raphael Walt (My Next Life as a Villainess) Vs Hawkeye Pierce (MASH)

Sara Chidouin (Your Turn To Die) Vs Reim Lunettes (Pandora Hearts

SecUnit (The MurderBot Diaries) Vs Lamplighter (Oneshot)

The Captain (BBC Ghosts) Vs Munkustrap (Cats)

Retsuko (Aggretsuko) Vs Burgerpants (Undertale)

Ryotaro Dojima (Persona) Vs Kiyotaka Ishimaru (Danganronpa)

Wave 8:

Steven Alen Starphase (Blood Blockade Battlefront/Kekkai Sensen) Vs Trafalgar Law (One Piece)

Shota Aizawa (My Hero Academia) Vs Loid Forger (Spy X Family)

Stanley (The Stanley Parable) Vs Rory Williams (Doctor Who)

The Cabbage Merchant (Avatar The Last Airbender) Vs Larry (Pokémon)

Mario & Luigi (Super Mario Bros) Vs Link (The Legend Of Zelda)

Peregrine Mendicant (Homestuck) Vs Marinette Dupain-Cheng (Miraculous Ladybug)

Reagan Ridley (Inside Job) Vs Will Graham (Hannibal)

Twilight Sparkle (My Little Pony) Vs Carmen Sandiego (Carmen Sandiego)

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

New Additons

Lobotomy Corporation

Library Of Ruina

Limbus Company

[ruinaimagines]

Announcement & Update

Hello to all that follow this blog and apologies that it has been so long. Unfortunately, in classic fanfic writer fashion, medical problems have recently befallen me and have consumed most of my time. That said, I come with some good news!

Requests have opened once more! 

Now, you may be wondering what happened to the requests I have failed to write. And my answer for that is because I was so backed up I have chosen to rid of all of them and instead opt for current, newer ones to help get back on a proper schedule. A cleaning of the plate, if you will.

The deletion absolutely has nothing to do with the content requested on whether I will write for it or not, so if you really want something to be written, just request it once more! I just hope that this way I can figure out and prioritize better.

Thank you all for your patience, and I truly hope that I can get back to writing! 

Additionally I would like to thank you all for the 100+ followers, it makes me happy to know so many enjoy this blog.

-Mentis

[ahmedmootaz]

IT'S OUT! IT'S OUT! IT'S FINALLY OUT! AHAH, FINALLY, IT'S HERE! I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-

Well, at least from this Chapter; I still have a few more write to wrap things up!

But yet, hello, everyone, and welcome back at long, LONG last to Chapter 25 of Adventures in Parenthood! This one has been a long time coming, and those who've seen my last post will now that it spiralled just the tiniest bit out of control, but that doesn't mean that I wasn't close to finishing it! In fact, as you can see by the fact that I even made this post, the Chapter is finally out!

Now, of course, before we continue with this, I'd like to thank my dear, dear friend @arcanedesigns who was so patient with me for taking such a long time to write this while being so supportive. I'd also like to thank each and every commentator who left their comments while awaiting the release of Chapter 25! You know who you are, and I thank you dearly! The same goes to all of my readers who've been so patient for so long. To all of you I say: Many thanks!

So, this Chapter! It's been known for a long time now that I was working on the Epilogues, and I'm very glad with how this one turned out! Admittedly, I may or may not have went a little overboard, so the Archive couldn't accept the full Chapter in one piece. Instead, what I have opted to do is to split this Epilogue into parts I and I.5, the latter will be releasing two weeks from now to allow everyone to digest the first part, discuss it, and then build up just a touch of anticipation for the following Chapter, ehehe. I hope you stay tuned for Chapter 26 coming very soon~!

Despite the difficulties, I quite enjoyed writing this Chapter, if only because it gave me a lot of new perspectives to try and write from, notably Angela, who's always fun to write because she requires a delicate balance; I don't want to overshadow her sins or downplay her suffering at Ayin's hands, so it's a balancing act that I tried to maintain. In addition, exploring her relationship with Ayin in the context of AiP is quite fun, though it's also a difficult to write a good defrosting ice queen with Angela while making sure the pacing with her development isn't too slow or too quick. I'm curious to see what you think of Angela's scenes here!

The same applies to the sections with Gebura and Malkuth. I've tried my best to keep them as close as possible to Canon while also adding some details here and there that make for quite the interesting dynamics with both Ayin and X, although I don't want to spoil the Chapter further here, hehe.

So that's all I have to say for now, at least here; there are more notes within the Chapter itself. As always, I'm always open for feedback, thoughts, criticism and comments, and I would love to hear what you think of the Chapter!

But until next time, keep Facing the Fears, to Create the Future! See ya'!

[binah-beloved]

Intertwining Threads

Binah x Reader Lobotomy Corporation Pronouns: Gender Neutral Warnings: Descriptions of blood and torture

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The life of an Arbiter revolves around torture, as is fit of the prime assassins of the Head. Whatever is ordered shall be done, they all had vowed at the start of their service; threats, collection, removals, extermination. It’s all part of the cycle. There’s nothing to be done or changed, so why not relish in the destruction? Garion was no different, her hands stained with blood and the countless lives she had torn apart. Even when she was gutted and splintered, laid out in a chair to have her brain picked and prodded; when she was forced to cling to her dying breath, listening to every crack of bone with iron red dripping from her mouth; when her name was taken away and replaced by something dull and false so he could control her better, she remained the same, as an Arbiter mimics the City. Binah. What a fitting name. Meaning to contemplate, to understand. She could do nothing but think, after all, being locked away beside a well of madness, alone. Yes, she had much time to contemplate, her task of drawing water slowly driving her insane, as there was no one who could do this but her, no one else who could withstand it. This was her punishment, for everything. Hah, punishment. An Arbiter being tormented instead of doing the tormenting. How laughable. The people around her come and go, living and dying and returning with each new cycle. She’s the head of some department or another, except she can’t leave, not ever. The doors were barred and shut for her, for all of them, long ago.

The agents and clerks beneath her always await her instructions. She used to purposefully lie, watching with sharp eyes as they fell screaming to the monsters or the sounds or the images flashing across their eyes. But he disliked that, sending her back to the room with the well and making her draw more and more water as a form of discipline, and soon she found no joy in watching people crumble, only boredom. They all call her Binah. But she’s not Binah, she’s Garion, and will be Garion forevermore. It’s difficult to tell the time down here amongst the machines and shadows. The only signs are any new employees, fools who join the ranks of the facility because they are very stupid or very desperate, or perhaps a bit of both. She’s long since given up the need to remember any of them; all her energy is spent maintaining the last threads still attached to her sanity, the ones that never seem to snap even when she wants them to. Perhaps that’s another layer of this punishment, to be forced to bear it with lucid eyes. The Arbiter feels nothing when an Abnormality breaches containment, sitting and listening to the shouts and cries for a few moments before getting to her feet. A fight would be a welcome break from the well, anyway- even at her weakest she’s still a formidable opponent for even the worst creatures from the depths. But perhaps staring into the waters has made her sloppy, her skill degrading along with her mind, because the Abnormality is only caged after a long gash is opened on her arm, the blood dripping thickly onto the floor. She exhales. There is no pain. She is an Arbiter, after all, unafraid and strong.

Yet it still stings and burns. “Binah!” A voice rings out and her eyes open with a slight jolt. The sound is vaguely familiar, something heard in passing and no more, but somehow it feels different- concerned, frantic, warm. Her head tilts in its direction, gaze landing upon one of the more recent hires assigned to her department, looking worried and a little fearful at the sight of her blood. You fuss over her wounded arm and she can do nothing but let you, staring blankly as she’s pushed in the direction of the medical bay, the other agents scattering and the memory of your voice filling her head. Binah. It was so gentle, the way you said it- But she’s not Binah. She’s Garion. But who is Garion now, after being chained to an endless web of madness and despair? Nothing but an empty husk. The Head of Extraction has begun to linger near you once working hours are over. You’re often the only ones left in the main room at that hour, your pen constantly scratching against whatever file you’re currently working on, and she remains a short distance away, watching carefully. Occasionally you can smell the tea she drinks, your lips twitching into a smile at the lighthearted thought of your Sephirah truly enjoying something before there’s the sound of footsteps and a light clink as she sets her teacup on the table beside you and asks that you do not mind her sitting so close.

You blink, looking up from your papers and into those dull black eyes, and you smile. Her heart thumps once, merely humming and taking a sip of her tea to disguise her surprise. It’s easier around you, being locked in the depths. The few strands of her sanity become stronger, untangling themselves and weaving into an organized display in your presence- how? You must have some secret ability, some tool used to manipulate the senses, for not even bloodshed and slaughter could make her feel so warm. And your voice, when you speak that name she’s been given- ah, she almost feels like she could smile. Almost. Not quite, but almost. The sight of the Extraction Sephirah and a certain employee becomes commonplace; some even call you her favorite, but when you ask she merely tilts her head, a faint glint in her usually cold eyes, and presses a finger to her lips. It was only natural for him to notice, for the change in her behavior to catch his gaze and hold his attention in an iron grip tight enough to make him panic. You’re the cause of this- some random, low-level employee who gave a fragmented Arbiter a spark- and with rage in his voice he threatens her and you in one sentence, scrambling for some semblance of control. Her eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, the air seemingly dropping a few degrees from her flat, icy stare. She is strong, can handle any torture or agony or suffering- but you are fragile, a bird she wants to cup in her palms and whisper her sorrows to and keep safe, safe for as long as you live and as long as you breathe. Her own blood she is willing to see spilled, but not yours. Never yours.

She is Garion- … No. She is Binah. That’s right, you called her Binah. She is Binah, a broken, useless shell of an Arbiter- and yet you say her name as if she’s a star in the night sky, bright and beautiful, giving her hope and warmth. So she is Binah, and it’s her own name, not for anyone to control. And Binah, the ex-Arbiter, speaks to him in a smooth, cold voice. “You will not hurt them, for I shall go mad if you do. The insanity that creeps into my skull and eats away at my senses is only restrained by an Arbiter’s will. It can and will crumble at any moment, within the blink of an eye, and the world will turn to blood and dust. So you will not hurt them. You cannot, unless your wish is to lose everything.” Binah. To contemplate, to understand. Yes, now, finally, she understands.

[b4ckr00ms-k4ndl3z]

pinned post 3.0 go

ahah, anyways ; yes, i am finally finishing my pinned remake! i just didn't like my old one anymore so, here we go.

reblogs would be appreciated <3

and again, contents (rules, about me, fandoms, etc) are below the cut!

[ about me! ]

hey! i'm rex/kel/teruko, either name is fine, and even any other name you know me by as well as i have... a lot, haha. i have a lot of DA's, but i don't feel the need to list those here. i am also a minor (15), so do keep that in mind!

i use he/they/it, but also use neos! you can call me any neos, i don't mind, i like most of them all!

i myself really enjoy things like horror, especially body horror and analog horror, cryptids, true crime, art, and i've had an ongoing fixation with warrior cats for at the very least four years now.

[ blog rules! ]

★ — i write, draw, and make edits! the things you can request are writings, art prompts, and various edits like roleplay icons, profile images, aesthetics, and moodboards!

★ — i will NEVER, under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES create content that goes against the boundaries of any creator. this means if a creator is uncomfortable with it, i will NOT write, for example any nsfw, and this also applies to other boundaries. (if i happen to accidentally break a boundary that i am unaware of, PLEASE let me know as soon as possible! i do not want to break boundaries at all. if this does happen, i will also edit or more likely delete the post that was boundary breaking in the first place.)

★ — please, DO NOT BE WEIRD WITH SFW POSTS. it makes me uncomfortable personally, and then it is even worse if it was about something for a media in which the creator is uncomfortable with nsfw/suggestive content. the only way this is allowed is if the post had implications to begin with.

★ — I DO NOT AND WILL NOT WRITE DEAD DOVE. i do not support it. i may write or produce things with darker themes, but in no way is it glorified or romanticized. certain darker things may be mentioned or referred to in past tense, but i do not write those out in my content or romanticize it. it is no way portrayed in the main ship. writing things like "abusive!(character) x reader" and especially trying to portray it in a cutesy or romantic light is disgusting, coming from a victim of abuse. this also goes for pedophilia or non-con (this includes dubcon and similar). if you support the romanticized writing of those things, get out. i do not want you here. this is not a dead dove blog and i do not support it.

★ — there will be nothing at ALL relating to romance with child characters (below 14). and unless it is within warrior cats, i will not write romance with animals, including pokemon. warrior cats is the sole exception because unlike pokemon, warrior cats portrays the characters as very humanized, and the reader would be the same as these cats. pokemon are not portrayed in a humanized way in canon media. on this topic, i will not write anything romantic for any digimon at or below rookie level, and certain digimon no matter its level will have romantic content depending on how humanized or animal like they are.

★ — i take requests for cc x reader and cc x cc, although i rarely write for ocs. the only time i will do so is if i know someone's oc well, and they're owned by a friend.

★ — i write fluff, angst, platonic, romantic, and many other things! i also write for any genders and also polyamory. i will not do nsfw.

★ — trigger warnings will ALWAYS be placed properly, so don't worry!

[ fandoms! ]

i am a multifandom blog; that's right, multifandom! so that means i should list the available fandoms. below are all the requestable fandoms!

Wii Deleted You

Until Dawn

Sally Face

Digimon (+ Cyber Sleuth & Hacker's Memory!)

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The Mandela Catalogue (NOTHING ROMANTIC AT ALL.)

FNF (Mods Only!)

Creepypasta

John Doe

Your Turn To Die

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

Eddsworld

Warrior Cats

Lobotomy Corporation

Library of Ruina

Pokepasta

OMORI

Roblox Doors

Lego Monkie Kid

Danganronpa Fangames (NO MAIN GAMES; Danganronpa as a whole otherwise is mostly a discomfort to me for personal reason, however, fangames have many, many positive memories for me so i will write for it!) (including super danganronpa another 2, danganronpa another, and danganronpa despair time.)

Rain World

[ tags! ]

there are several tags used to help navigate around the blog, so here's some of them.

★ — #☆: serene liminal spaces - General Writing

★ — #☆: familiar paintings - General Art

★ — #☆: foggy trails - General Edits

★ — #☆: cotton candy walls - Fluff

★ — #☆: another drowning world - Angst

★ — #☆: overwhelming nostalgia - Smut

★ — #☆: endless hallways - Ramblings/Mod Posts/Announcements

★ — #☆: blurred realities - Posts with one or more Trigger Warnings.

[ emoji anons! ]

last but not least; emoji anons! yes, if you'd like you may claim an emoji. helps me know who you are if you request again! do note by the way that you don't need to be an emoji, you can also be a word, like star anon, i just don't know what else to call this ^^"

💖 Anon [ Tag; ☆: 💖 anon ]

[ queue! ]

(these are in no particular order, but do note that requested writings will be put into more priority than anything from otherwise! these are also in color order; white is what is not started, green is what has been started, and purple is what's waiting to be posted — i try to have only one post per day if i even have that many ready! if not, it'd more usually be once a week. also, non-requests are not counted in my max total of requests, since those are just things i came up with on my own!)

(5/15)

wii deleted you x scene / scenecore reader (not requested)

until dawn x scene / scenecore reader (not requested)

sally face x scene / scenecore reader (not requested)

digimon (hacker's memory) x scene / scenecore reader (not requested)

john doe x scene / scenecore reader (not requested)

your turn to die x scene / scenecore reader (not requested)

omori x scene / scenecore reader (not requested)

sdra2 x scene / scenecore reader (not requested)

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olly, autumn, silver & gold poly headcanons (requested)

shin x reader (requested)

frosty red x reader (requested)

big brother glitchy red (requested)

lmk poly (requested)

and that's all! i'll see you again in another world, friend! <3

[kurogane2512]

Would it at all be possible for you to do a ptn fem!chief x reader where the reader is just the same as Binah from Library of Ruina/Lobotomy Corporation?

I'm so sorry, I would love to but I know nothing about that character and piece of media. If you list down some traits for me then I can work up something. Thank you :)

[chainsawprophecy]

hello my name is parker. 23, white, tme, not cis or het. i have many interests and reblog a lot of things about them, particularly video games, horror movies, and toxic women. i also enjoy pink and red.

terfs/proshippers/general bigots dni. if you are under 18 and following me i will softblock you. following me again will make me hardblock you. this is a blog run by an adult and i do not tag things unless my beloved mutuals want me to.

if you want more info about me check out my #me tag. if you want to know what my relationship with my beloved mutuals is check out my #me n my mutuals tag. if you want to see my face i do not post it publicly.

i understand i am very blunt and i dislike beating around the bush so my wording may come off a little harsh. that’s the autism. thank you for your time.

kinlist under readmore:

utena tenjou  🕷 revolutionary girl utena

long john silver 🕷 black sails

hardgore alice 🕷 magical girl raising project

hod 🕷 lobotomy corporation/library of ruina

kim dokja 🕷 omniscient reader’s viewpoint

asuka langley-soryu 🕷 neon genesis evangelion

vriska serket 🕷 homestuck

kurapika 🕷 hunter x hunter

angela 🕷 lobotomy corporation/library of ruina 

mahiru tsuyuzaki 🕷 revue starlight

sayo 🕷 umineko: when they cry

henchman 21 🕷 the venture bros

jinx 🕷 arcane

utsushikome of fusai 🕷 the flower that bloomed nowhere

maria ushiromiya 🕷 umineko: when they cry

lottie 🕷 yellowjackets

claire gorski 🕷 what happens next

roxie hart 🕷 chicago

kabru 🕷 dungeon meshi

kipperlilly copperkettle 🕷 fantasy high