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haiiii just another lil check in on u hunny, u doing good, been well? any updates perhaps? but no rush of course, just outa curiosity :3

Right as I planned my return, I fell ill again. Fate is no kind mistress! I'm going to try to return, but any fulfilled requests may be a tad short while in recovery

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hai luv!! ur writing is joyous and whimsical and i hope u've had a drink of water and a bite to eat lately, perhaps meds if u take them and a good stretch <3

take care of urself, hunny, keep doin what u love <3

Thank you! It's terrible news to admit but as soon as I opened my inbox- I fell most terribly ill due to catching an illness when out at an event. I have a few drafts on my inbox at current so I hope very much to reveal them soon though, my little lights~!

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Hello! I would love to inform you all that the writing list has been updated, now including:

ROBLOX : Pressure

Ask are, of current, open towards the public. Have a wonderful evening~

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Ah! Glad to hear you've been doing good, you kinda went radio silent for a few months so I was worried. Hope the physical therapy goes well for you!!

Thank you so much! I appreciate someone checking in on me- makes me feel super loved! I promise to try to get at least one or two out soon, it's just been hard to get inspiration ;w;

Love you all!

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Hey Es, how are you doing with all the medical stuff? You alright?

Heya! It's been iffy- I actually have to do physical therapy starting this week so, I've been lacking a lot of the motivation I need to write. Hopefully I'll get back into it soon though!

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Sorry it's taking a long while! I had to go through some medical stuff, but hopefully I'll get another writing out soon!

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Anon who sent me roughly 5 paragraphs worth of an idea last night?

I am holding you so, so gently in my hands and kissing your head oh so lovingly. You have no idea the delight I had upon seeing that- it honestly made my night

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Hello! Can i request something where gabriel from ultrakill has found himself falling for a machine that loves to make art of any kind?

Anon you are spectacularly in lucky because recently (as in, a few hours ago) saw this Tumblr post that gives an idea of V1 being programmed with an understanding and appreciation for Music. That being said? I am taking this person's ideas and sprinting away with them (dear OP of that post: if you see this- I love you and you are oh so smart and inspiring)

That being said- let's get into it :D! Heads up in the beginning it talks about V1 as well, also using it/it's and they/them pronouns for Reader because they are depicted as a robot.

Gabriel x Artist Machine! Reader

Learning Something New

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Machines were cold, unfeeling robots. Their purpose is to destroy.

That's what The Angel Gabriel had initially thought as it had learned of one- V1. And subsequently it had originally appeared this was true. The first Machine he encountered seemed Deadset on destruction- But then observing it, He had made a discovery... In the way V1 Seemed drawn towards the Terminals and their off tune, Drawn towards his own Organ playing- in the way the Machine seemed to play unknown music from it's metallic hull, music Gabriel learned it was composting itself based on it's surrounding. Soon, The angel found himself with a new Predicament- a new thought to plague his full mind. It also learned it possessed curiosity, in the way it observed its surroundings, in the way it would seem out and look over points of interest.

Could Machines care for- And appreciate things like art? Did they know to enjoy? Did they have an understanding of emotions and feel them in some way, even if different than humanity once did?

He tried to dismiss it. Perhaps V1 was simply an anomaly of its own kind. It was apparently the first of it's model- perhaps it was broken, acting outside of what code would allow. As he wandered through the levels of Limbo, drenched in the blood of a recently slain council- he was trying to clear his head... And yet something caught his attention in what should be a destroyed, abandoned layer. He could hear... Music. Music being played from a worn down speaker.

'How Ironic.' He thought to himself. 'First the Infernal Machine investigates these things, and now I've fallen to as well.' Yet such a thought didn't stop him from locating the source of the sound, feet carrying him towards its source.. Turning a corner he was quick to discover a Machine in Similar make to V1, wings folded back and hull gleaming- yet it's hand was Stained Red. 'Blood' he remarked grimly in his own mind. His hands twitched, intending to draw upon Justice and Splendor... Intending to cease this Machines functions. Yet he didn't- merely observed as it crouched down and dragged it's fingers through the pooled blood of the filth and the reached up to the wall it was standing by, tracing the hand over the surface in patterns. The realization came swiftly after... This machine was drawing using the blood it found as paint.

Time stretched on as the once proud Judge of Hell watched this new Infernal device depict a scene with its found materials, listening to the song it seemed to play as their design took shape, something within its mechanical filings of 'memory' given form. The Scene of a Garden Sketched out in blood- it would have made him laugh if he weren't fascinated by the fact they were throwing him for a loop. One Machine liking Art was an Oddity... Two was a Realization. A Realization that what he had been told was another blatant lie crafted by those who used to be above him to control his actions.

Gabriel found himself walking away, but thoughts of the Painter Machine lingered, gracing his thoughts each layer he passed through with something drawn in blood as if it were ink. Scrawlings on walls, floors- even one on a ceiling which truthfully just Impressed him. Treading along he found the new Machine once more drawing on a wall and regarded it almost fondly, stepping a bit closer to see what it was drawing... this time- a step too close, a small stone sent across the ground by his foot. Within an Instant the mechanical head had swiveled 180° to stare at him and his intrusion upon their time, the typical music it would play coming to an abrupt halt. The head stretched out a bit towards him as if studying him. Gabriel found himself frozen in place, thoughts swapping between backing off quickly and drawing his blades to defend himself. Neither action was he able to do before it had approached him.

It seemed to study him and his form, stretching its neck at odd angles that had it been living it would have been very, very uncomfortable. Could he Strike? Yeah. But instead he found himself observing it back- internally chuckling at its height.. do they make these machines short on purpose? His laughter froze as it reached out to him, assuming it was meant to be a blow... But instead Gabriel watched as its hand covered in slick blood began to draw patterns on his white and gold armor as they picked back up playing the same music as it had been moments before, seemingly pleased with having a new surface to draw on. Glancing up at the wall it had been drawing earlier, he realized... It was drawing him. Seems machines can indeed feel curiosity as apparently- it went both ways.

Eventually he was seated on the ground so it could reach better, observing it- as it observed its new canvas in turn. Gabriel made a decision as his arm was lifted so the swirling pattern of blood could be drawn on the Armor's side- perhaps it's time he chose to learn more about the Machines inhabiting Hell- perhaps get answers to the rest of his Questions about them; Starting with this one.

He likes this one.

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Hello,can you write Minos Prime x Reader?Your story are so beautiful! TuT

Ah? Oh you're so sweet! Because it's what I'm better at, I'm going to do Headcanons for now! You get pre and post Gabriel doing his thing because... Yeah. Again apologies if it seems a little off- I'm still getting used to his character.

You're too kind Anon!

Minos Prime x Reader Headcanons

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Minos was a Fair and loved ruler- Even in hell. Why punish people simply for loving? Placed in charge of the Layer of Lust, he built it anew and began a reign where people could do just that- love. Of course those who's sins were pertaining to things like forcing themself on someone... They were treated justly. But beyond those cases, Lust became a great kingdom where People were free to love.

Even Minos himself found love with another. You were Wise, Kind, and... Wonderful. He couldn't help the fact that you captured his heart the way you did! And so he told take of his affections to you- he's not one to hide such things. To his joy, it seems you had felt the same way.

You were pretty much spoiled, despite being. Y'know. In hell? Spoiled with affections especially- Minos is not someone who's easily ashamed by love after all. So you're getting his affection, Publicly displayed or not. Kisses? Yes. Cuddles? Absolutely.

But all good things must come to an end. The Heavens discovered the truth- that the 'sinners' had not been punished as they should have been. That Minos had directly disobeyed their command: So they Sent an Angel to fell your beloved. Minos tried to help his people escape- you especially. He did not want to see you fall to Gabriel the way he was destined to... So he helped as many as he could before he was faced with his own so called judgement.

...time dragged on, and you were left within the layer of- ... Actually you weren't quite sure where you were, but you were left with a broken heart. But... There was no way someone as Powerful as Minos was gone like that! So you made up your mind to find your way to Lust once more, to try your best to find him. It was there you were guided to a temple that stood. And beyond those gates you found what you had been looking for.

Minos wasn't in good shape- for starters he looked... Warped. And heavily injured, the remains of his fleshy prison hanging from the ceiling... What startled you the most were his injuries- and the gaping hole in his face. Despite that though, you ran to tend to his numerous injuries. As you knelt besides him, it took him mere seconds to recognize who you were once more, hand coming up to gently cup your cheek and get your attention.

After he's patched up and you two escape- Minos seems to constantly be in physical contact with you. Holding you, carrying you, or just holding your hand. The two of you fled to hide somewhere within the Lust Later as you plan how to rebuild your kingdom.

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heyyyy could you uhh do a Gabriel x Reader? whatever you wish to do, just- I want the angel

also can I be named Plague Anon [|87 ?

Coming at you live from my cozy lil bed- Yes! Also, Ooooo I get to make an anons list :o

You absolutely can be! Anyhow- my apologies if these aren't the best! Still working on grasping his character.

Gabriel x Reader Headcanons

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Gabriel isn't always the most in touch with his feelings. That being said at first he was completely dumbfounded when he realized he was in love- but who had drawn his affections...? The second he wondered, thoughts of you had filled his mind. You. You're the one.

As soon as he realized it, he had to figure out how to handle it next. Would the Council frown upon him for these emotions? Likely. But they're starting to annoy him anyways... Would it be so wrong of him to keep this secret from them for once? They don't need to know the details of what the Judge of Hell does in the little free time he has, yeah...? Yeah.

So he sets plans to meet with you in secret, waiting for you nervously- the colour of his wings betraying him so hard he had to completely de-manifest them so as not to blow his own cover even harder. He was nervous- especially if you chose to reject him. Would you tell the council and get him scorned by them--?

You didn't. When the Angel confessed to you, You seemed rather shocked but returned his affections. And- He couldn't be more stunned. He was shocked to the point that for once, Gabriel, Angel of the Heavens and Judge of Hell- Was at a loss for words.

From then on it's been meetings in secret. He knows his Armor isn't the most comfortable to hug- but he can't remove it in case someone finds the two of you... But he can remove his helm. Pepper whatever face he has with kisses and watch how he melts in your hands as you hold him... he's so used to Violence- yet your touch is soft and loving.

You will always be safe. Gabriel makes sure of it- he pulls what strings he can to make sure you stay out of the Council's minds and your name off their tongue. He won't let them harm you or order you to do anything that would serve as a risk to you.

Once The Machine is in the Picture- be prepared to hear Gabriel rant and rave about 'That STUPID fucking... GO PRO'. Gabriel is especially prideful- it bothers him greatly that V1 is an actual issue. He'll calm down if he's allowed to rest with his head in your lap and talk with you about other things- but may still mention the Machine bitterly from time to time.

When his Light is Taken- he comes to you. Even fated to die unless he kills that Infernal microwave prancing around Hell... He wants to see you one last time, Incase by some slim margin he manages to fail. He won't fail- not when he has you to fight for. But he does lose again. And as he returns to heaven and Slays the Council- He declares Heaven Free. Seeing your face in the crowd as he raises one of the severed heads high- He knows you'll be free.. even if he won't be here to enjoy freedom with you.

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I've added ULTRAKILL to my List of things I'll write for, especially since there's not much of it- be the change you want to see in the world and all. So- Yes!

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Hello! This is just a reminder I do not write Yandere Characters or Reader, as I am uncomfortable with things like that as stated in my pinned post. Thank you!

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how about another Audi? maybe some headcanons of him with an employer!reader? that or any other type of reader you feel like writing for, I don't mind any! whatever makes you comfortable. thank you and have a nice day!

Well. Time to get back to it Hm? Writers block will not keep me down forever! Auditor with an Employer Reader? I'll see what I can do!

Auditor x Employer! Reader Headcanons

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One thing I can tell for certain is he worries far less for you, knowing that you too are an Employer- You are far less mortal than the grunts of Nevada. He sees you as far more capable of handling the threats and dangers, just don't go trying to one on one Hank. Could you beat Wimbleton? Likely. Would that fight give Auditor a Heart attack? Absolutely.

Whatever your task or job is as an Employer, he's fascinated by it. It could be a task as huge as recording the fates of those who lived, or as little as just overseeing this world. No matter what he enjoys hearing about your accomplishments in whatever you do. Please, feel free to tell him about it.

Employers biologically are a bit different, so if you do get injured he's very likely just to handle it himself instead of letting a medic go tend to you. Does he sometimes mess with improbability using the internalized drive he has to give you a higher chance of healing quicker? Well... No one can prove that ;)

One of his favorite things to do with you is dance on the roof of his main agency at night. Two shadow figures swirling around, waltzing through the darkness in a long since forsaken world. The moment a bit of peace in the chaos, the eye of the storm.

Speaking of forsaken world... You're just about the only thing in this world and beyond he sees as truthfully worth his time that's not something that he's tasked to terminate. Hank and that infuriating organization he works with are only a focal point because of being an ever present thorn in his flaming side. You, though, are the highlight of eternity to his existence- his light in such a dark world. And he hopes you see him the same way.

You are still getting spoiled. He's a man of power after all, which means you can be given the best of gifts he can give to you. Give him gifts in return and watch him melt into a flustered puddle, unsure if the heat in his face is natural or induced by the invisible blush across his face.

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Got nothing to request, just hope you’re doing alright is all! <3

Thank you! I'm okay, not the greatest but not the worst. Things over here are hopefully going to improve soon, but there's a lot to deal with anyways, so I apologize that my writings a little slow. But thank you for checking in!

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HC for Tricky the clown x mime reader? This just came to me and I thought it’s cute because how people always see them as like opposites, so why opposite attraction?

Oooo! I like this idea :D sorry it's a bit short- but I have it my best! Welcome to clown town, population: Tricky and You

Tricky x Mime!Reader Headcanons

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For starters- You, very fitting of your role, tend not to talk. But that's okay! Tricky loves you and is more than verbal and loud enough for the two of you together. Just like- write or mime what you want to say and he'll make it known!

If you ever do talk to him- at first it will catch him super off guard. Like, if he's not looking directly at you the first time you talk to him, he's going to assume there's an enemy around and scout around for the fight. Once he knows it's you, he will calm down since clown loves you far too much to fight you (for real! Sparring is not off the table- he just has to remember he's not trying to kill you.)

Tricky likes to see what you can do- and not always in a fighting sense! He likes to see what tricks you can do as a mime since quite a few require things like a steady hand- which he can't do because he shakes too much.

Be prepared to be gifted things ranging from a beat up old cassette that plays circus music, to like-... Well. It's actually hard to discern what it? But it's completely coated in blood so that's something.

Also be prepared to be absolutely floored by the fact he's actually still REALLY smart, despite how his mind has been corrupted. He'll remind you every time he still has a PHD! Which he only seems to remember he has when people question how smart he is. But listen to him ramble while you're cuddled together and you've got a rare instance of a calm clown.

Find ways to tell him you love him without words- and he might pick up the habit of doing it too! Because Tricky wants you to know that he loves you just as much as you love him!

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Im sorry for things being written so slow! Where I live on the west coast has been pretty bad recently, with the drought and all, on top of being under the weather- things are taking me a little while! But I promise I'll still be writing as much as I can! Just thought you all deserve an update as to why things take a few days!

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Could you maybe write a poly relationship with Sanford, Deimos and reader?

Thanks <3

Absolutely! This one starts off with a few angst crumbs, and again I talk about Nevadian nights because I can <3

Sanford x Reader x Deimos

Calm after the Storm

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Nevadian nights were always cold. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact there's no sun? Or maybe it's because deserts are just naturally cooler after dusk. No matter what the cause, you stood rubbing your arms to fight the nip of the cold as you waited and squinted into the dark- Trying to see if you could see their return.

The three boys- Hank, Sanford and Deimos had headed out on a mission what felt like Ages ago- Something about the Nexus Tower? Much to your fears 2B had given you little information, on account of keeping you safe from any issues that would arise from the mission… you only know it was dangerous. But not even you were ready to realize the dangers they had to face. As you saw the familiar best up looking car pull up, you could feel your heart stop. Were Sanford and Deimos ok? Hank-... you weren't worried about. But the other two were your partners, of course you're going to worry. Much to your relief, Sanford stepped out of the driver's seat and Deimos from the passengers.

"...Where's Wimbleton" Docs voice came from behind you, promoting you to jump. Where the hell did he come from? Sanford looked- well … he almost seemed to flinch at the name. He yanked open the back passenger seat and yanked out Hank's Corpse, tossing it with some effort to the ground.

"He tried to fucking kill us. I'm not going on missions with him- none of the three of us are. You hear me? He blew that Christoff guy off the top of the damn tower- but we didn't find his corpse." Sanford wasn't typically one to get this Angry unless it came to the safety of the people he loves, you'd appreciate him looking out for you if not for the fact you were still reeling at the fact Hank had turned on his own god damn team. Deimos was, for once, dead silent.

Things seemed to blurry together for the next few minutes, you vaguely remember standing to the side as your boyfriend's both got a brief check up and a few wounds patched back together in the med bay, then the three of you trudging off to your shared dorm room. Flopping in bed with them both and immediately you rested your head on Sanford's chest, hearing the sound of his heart beat. He was alive and fine. Soon you did the same thing to Deimos, finally feeling yourself relax as you verified his heartbeat as well.

"We're alright doll, we've seen worse." Deimos assured you, even if this whole ordeal had busted his brain as much as it did.

"Just because you've seen worse doesn't mean I'm not going to fuckin worry." You retort, sitting up and doing your own check just to be sure- though you knew doc didn't miss anything. You had to be sure- that was until Sanford pulled you close to calm you down- and to help himself -Deimos was soon to be pulled close as well.

"Hanks a jackass, we knew that. But we're not going to focus on him right now, we're going to have a well deserved break." Even Sanford was stressed still and you could hear it...

"Y...yeah. maybe we should do something calming." You nod

"We could watch a movie I pirated" Deimos offered, squirming away to grab his beat up old laptop before returning to the warmth you and Sanford offered. He set it up so you all three could see what was on it before picking the first movie off the list from a file full of movies. It's one you had all seen before a hundred times it felt like, but not one of the three of you complained- all of you just wanted something familiar and relaxing. And that's what you had, held here in each other's arms with the movie as noise in the background, paired with the small affections you have each other... A stray kiss finding its way to each of their cheeks, a calloused hand trailing through your hair, a kiss that tasted like cigarettes pressed to your lips... Tomorrow-? Tomorrow would bring a new day with new aches. But tonight, you have your partners, and they have you.

Nevada was always cold- but you had found warmth here with them.