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Hi soggynuggets! My ovaries are in pain unfortunately so i'm using this time to write all the asks in my inbox! there'll be a huge delay in all my posts for now since i closed my asks for until i'm done with all the asks in my inbox! I'll post them all on the same day!

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ooooooohhh banhammer! y/n x yan! 007n7. they have this weird ass rivalry relationship going on (pre-c00lkidd) where as y/n absolutely enjoys trying to smash the wanted terrorist out of existence with mirth while 007n7 is fascinated by y/n's strength, their cheerful smile, and how they have everyone wrapped around their finger. a fascination starts out as a mere observation descends into madness swiftly

YAN!007n7 x admin!reader

I've been waiting for someone to ask for 007n7 yan stuff :broken_heart: i love his character arc sm and it pisses me off that people baby him, he's literally sadistic, he was a terrorist just for the fun of it. he would've most definitely enjoyed freaky degrading stuff that fed into the thrill of it. #moresadistic007n7pls

i have so many asks but im too shy to close them, ive been ruining my schedule just to write lately even with no motivation. i never expected to get this much attention. my eyes hurt a lot but i just want to make people happy thumbs up

tags/warnings: work at a pizza place become manager button is to get a manager to replace each one that leaves due to 007n7's antics.

Out of all people, 007n7 knew you well, and oh boy did he hate you.

Let's start with a simple fact, 007n7 was a very infamous terrorist, the one person who split all of Robloxia into two. And he did it for the fun of it, there was no tragic backstory that changed him into what he is today, he just simply likes the thrill of it all, the possibility of getting caught, the fear in peoples eyes when he burns it all to the ground.

That's where you come into play, he can't STAND you. You're the main admin assigned to hunt this man down, to put a stop to his deeds once and for all. You were always there- sometimes even before he got there. Why? it had gotten so bad to the point that you knew this guy like a book you had read a million times over.

Part of you.. Didn't even care for what he did? At this point you were just annoyed at his antics to mock you when you arrived to the scene too late and always failed to catch him. Always leaving behind graffiti that leaves hate speech of the admins, but what really set it off for you was when he wrote.. ''Especially that one lackey bitch that licks Builderman's shoes!!! XP'' with a small text written underneath the large spray paint that was already poking fun at the admins. A normal person wouldn't notice it unless they were looking for it, or even tell who it was talking about even if they did. But oh you knew so well about what kind of story it told.

In 007n7's point of view- he cracked a good old laugh as he watched the scene unfold beneath him. This is when it all began, or when he at the very least NOTICED the start of it. He caught himself admiring your stupid reactions- how pathetic and cute you looked under his palm.

For a moment he snapped out of it, mentally damning himself and slightly hitting his temple as if to shake the stupid out of him. ''Me? tolerating an admin? pshhh, yeah, and Noli us a human rights activist..''

Still, seeing you swing that large hammer of yours with such frustration- it made him chuckle as he watched, knowing you never saw. Watching you clean up HIS mess. How fucking adorable, so pathetic </33

Then- this is where he recalls his insanity became to unravel. It wasn't just you today, it was you and another admin laughing away with each other. Well- you weren't laughing, you just chuckled as you made it a slight competition of who catches him first. But to 007n7? It was your thing. The thing that was supposed to stay between you two. In his eyes it looked like you were dying of laughter, laughter you never had with him. It kinda hit him that the closest to happiness he got you to have was whenever you visibly witnessed his anger or negative emotions. He didn't sigh, he didn't show any elevation of emotions. Hell- in fact he just walked away with that numb emotionless face. He didn't even care about turning the place upside down again. He heard your confused exclamation as the place remained normal like an every day instance, you even wondered if he had changed his patterns..

He scoffed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. ''What a joke...'' He looked to the side, finally trying to hide the tears he once proclaimed were pathetic. Unknowingly; his walk speed quickly turned into full on sprinting to his apartment. He angrily slammed the door open, rushing to his messy room that could mimic that of a metalhead teenager.

The frustrated tapping on his GUI as he was implementing new scripts could probably be heard to the other side of the neighborhood as he muttered curses under his breath. He would change his pattern like you had suspected before, he would do it just to avoid whatever feelings he had discovered in himself

that night- he did step out, more emotionless and unmotivated than before. Usually he did this for the thrill, for the fun. He still didn't register that over the years, you had become another reason he did it. Just to see you. But this time he just needed to vent anger out on someone. After all the time of mocking stereotypical villains for having an origin story- for the first time in forever he felt that he finally had a reason to do this.

He walked to the pizzeria he usually goes to during daytime. At night time it was less busy, but Elliot was still there to be tormented. Just before he could go snooping around through the backdoor- he spotted you. Sitting there with a smug grin.

''...The fuck?..''

Even without any words, you knew exactly what he was thinking, the plan he has visioned in his head fell short as it got outsmarted by you.

''I got a few hints from Elliot over there.''

He didn't look mad this time, just tired, so done with everything. He shoved past you to look at all the paperwork, even the managers diary (despite it always changing owners...)

''Where's your boy toy this time..''

He muttered angrily, you looked a bit confused- just as you were about to ask him about it, you stopped yourself. It wasn't a good moment to get all buddy buddy with him, you finally had him where he couldn't escape but- it wasn't as satisfying as you thought?... He wasn't cowering in fear or begging for mercy, he just stood there, fed up.

You raised your ban hammer- exclaiming the same yap as you always do, justice this, justice that, your wrongdoings end tonight yada yada. He scoffed yet again, stopping. He had been holding back all this time, he grabbed you by the wrist, turning you around as he held you down with your back against his chest.

''You just love causing trouble don't you?-''

with just a few simple taps, he had already typed out '';freeze and ;trip''

You couldn't move. You just couldn't, your body was limp, it felt like you were paralyzed. The heavy hammer you always wielded, the hammer only you COULD wield; even that felt too heavy to hold, it dropped from your grasp, leaving a dent on the floorboards.

Another command, the command that would change your life.

'';tp me-''

That's all you remember, it had been a few years now. You were always locked up, You help him get off on his sick desires to hurt you and desperately try to get those same reactions that you always did when you had the rivalry between one another.

He gets frustrated when all he gets back is a mindbroken slave. Insulting you, hitting you, humiliating you.. It did well for all the substituting he did. He used you to make up for the thrill he got from hurting others. You were his experiment now. He used the ;god command on you so you were unkillable. No matter what happened to you, you'd endure all the pain without the sweet release of death. And he still had the gall to say ''Love you.'' each time he left after placing an overly sickening kiss on your forehead.

tomorrow was another day, they said. You wished it wasn't.

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Hi soggynuggets!!!! sorry if posts have been slow lately i promise i'll get to each request! i'll leave none of them out, but nsfw abc's take a lot longer because i put a lot of detail into them along with all the specified requests and studying the characters so long, but overall i promise i'll make each of your requests! my mental health has been a bit low lately.

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HIIII!!! Is it okay if I asked for a Yan!Eternal Sugar cookie!Killer!Reader x 007n7?? Something like manipulative ahh comfort where reader meets 007n7 again after being forsakened and the turning into a killer type shyt fucks her up entirely, something like what happened in the cookie run lore with eternal sugar corrupting 💕Just a oneshot would be fine

Idk if I made myself understood too well, but only do what you feel comfortable doing!! Personally I love realictic yandere not romantic but like horror thing......

Mwah!!!!! Have a great day and remember 2 drink tons of water :3

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007n7 x Yan!Eternal Sugar cookie!Killer!Reader

Ofc!!! I love eternal sugar so i had a lot of fun writing this!!

Warnings: manipulation, blood, detailed descriptions of murder.

It was in the middle of the round, you had already spotted the one you hold closest, your dearest n7.

You carried all your exterminations out with peace of mind, you were only doing what you were told and it was no problem for you. Your mere atmosphere was enough to blind all the survivors, you moved with such grace every time you carried out your task, anyone could mistake you for an angel.

It all started when you were forsakened- It was a simple task really, carry out pure eternal judgment for sinners who pay their time by amusing the deity by the name of The Spectre, which ever entity's voice you heard, made it sound a lot more easier than it was. You get into a round, judge all sinners one by one and make sure no one is left free of charges. That was what the plan was.

That's what it was. That's what you thought it was. You weren't a horrible person, really you were the opposite. A gentle being that wanted only the best for people, so when you were told your new job to avoid death was to judge sinners, you thought you would be able to judge actually horrible people like pedophiles- serial killers, necrophiles and all sorts of other messed up people.

You would've never thought that you would actually work with said killers that you despised. Sure- at first you felt bad for C00lkidd, but overtime you became numb after seeing how they all ruthlessly spilled blood over and over again just to see them respawn and go through those horribly painful deaths all over again.

Numb.

Yes, that's what it was, you learned that the kindness that ended you up here in the first place was your weapon, getting into people heads with that sickeningly sweet voice of yours. All the survivors? All the pity you held for them had vanished. Part of you wonders at night if it was the Spectre that removed these foolish emotions of yours, or if your mind accommodated to your living situation.

They were puny, but mere pests in your way, and you were the divine punishment that must be delivered in a way that mortals cannot. That is- where the words ''mistaking you for an angel'' came in.

You aren't one, far from it. You were a seraphim.

5 more left.

4 more left..

4 turned into 2-

then there he was, his skillful fingers hacking away at his C00lGUI, he was concentrated- those silly glasses of his tipped a bit over his nose as he squinted his eyes acting like just a little lift of his glasses wouldn't fix everything, your choice of weaponry halting as you couldn't help but stare.. You knew your time was limited, you heard that damn gods words and whispers in your mind. ''Get him- he'll teleport in just a second. He's a sinner, he needs judgment.''

You knew who he was- he was.. The 007n7 right? You knew if anything he was one of the most deserving of punishment out of all the other survivors. The same survivors you vowed to hate and deliver punishment to in the cruelest of ways.

Yet- here you were, looking at the sinner of all time. Your heart skipping a beat, you didn't.. Hate it- you were just confused. You approach him- his eyes now wandering to your divine form as he panics, his fingers tapping more rapidly- You quickly rush forward stopping his wrist, he took minimal damage, he threw his arms up as a reflex- begging you not to hurt him.

You knew what you had to do- what you always did.

You pulled him into an everlasting hug, letting out a soft hum of approval as you inhaled his musky scent in. Your lips curling into a smile as your eyes roll back in satisfaction. Those pristine fingers of yours sliding through the locks of his hair, he stiffens up expecting a blade in his back any second now.

''Oh darling..~ I have no intention of hurting you.. All this?.. It's for your own good..''

You hum in approval as you place a soft kiss on his head, he winced in fear, not wanting anything to do with this considering all the other survivors already hated him for his past- if they found out he was messing with a killer of all people, he wouldn't hear the end of it.

Even when he tried pushing you away, your clear dissatisfaction and anger was covered with that sugary facade, pulling him deeper, to a painful grip. ''Poor 007... They all look at you for what you were, but not for the beautiful everlasting prize you are now..''. Truthfully that was the most praise he had ever gotten, at least from a person who knew what he was, and what he is now. He didn't want this, far from it. But his pathetic mindset that craves just a simple hug- a simple ''it's okay, you're not a monster''- it got the best of him. He broke a tear, begging to be let go. You didn't. You knew exactly how to get into his head, and it was working flawlessly.

The round was about to end, you whispered a rather bittersweet thing into his sensitive ears. ''Why; I am sorry for this,, my dearest...'' You eliminate him without a single bone in your body sorry for what you did. Your heart ached, your body didn't. You knew now exactly why you were different. Just as you suspected it was indeed the same god that got you into this mess.

You finally found emotion in the same place that the god tried to rid you of it. You weren't going to give up.

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It had been.. what- a month now? Every round, you spare 007n7 for last and hold him in that embrace, he had became rather mindbroken by now- but during one of these rounds he finally snaps back into reality as if realizing what he's gotten himself into again. His hands claw at your chest as he pushes you away.

''L-Let go of me you-''

You raise a brow, chuckling ever so gently as you pull him back in without a care in the world, knowing you can blow his head off faster than any other killer. ''Oh darling- You're being so silly again! We have limited time.. We should take the best of i!-''

''YOU'RE A FREAK! YOU'RE A MURDERER.''

He huffs out- unlike you, he feels regret as if he owes you something for all the fake kindness you showered him with just to reel you in. Suddenly that honey-sweet expression of yours faltered for the first time in ages. Not because you were hurt by his cruel words, no, you didn't give two shits, In fact you knew he was 100% right, you just didn't care anymore. But because you were frustrated that he had seen through your act.

''So are you.''

You bluntly say, without a single trace of emotion in your tone, he freezes, his eyes widening as tears spill from his eyes like a fountain, all the memories he had blocked away- hell.. All the memories that you actually had helped get rid of without him wanting to admit it, with that sultry sweet tone and kind words that he had never heard before. it all came crashing down. he had no words- no thoughts, but his mind knew exactly what to think. He mindlessly, twitching, brought his hands back around you as if to accept that you're the only thing he has left, if he ever even had you in the first place. He just accepts it.

''I love you darling..~''

....

''I-''

''I love you too..'' He sobs between hiccups.

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The same anon who asked lobotomy reader and 1x4 nsfw alphabet (okay im taking 🗯) !!

Well its taph angst day so what if

Taph x reader who did sayori challenge

Hiya! I actually posted a fanfic similar to this and i feel it would be rather silly to post a separate one to that, go check it out! >w<

you can find it on my masterlist, its the Taph x Reader thats like sayori!!

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Yan!Two time x reader who's really forgiving and loving and would still love two time no matter what they do to reader, I'm cooking twin

YAN!Two Time x Gentle!reader small headcanons

i lowkey had to rush with this as ive been working on many fanfictions all at once, and i need sleep,, <//333

Oh this is...

You're probably feeding into their delusions, but your forgiveness lowkey pisses them off sometimes.

The voices get lowder whenever they hear your soft ''It's okay.''

Even though deep inside they know you're hurting. But they have no signs of stopping anytime soon

if anything, they get even more thrilled from this.

''Oh Azure you're as kind as the day we met!~''

They just latch onto you, gently sliding their dagger along your thigh.

If you had any ideas of gently reminding them ''I'm not Azure/The spawn.''

They just stab their dagger into your thigh, laughing like an unhinged maniac and patting you off with ''STOP BEING SILLY!''

They need you for the illusion you give them, and your kindness feeds just into that.

If they think you're the Spawn, they lowkey just blush and giggle everytime you're kind to them.

Sometimes they even get on their knees and thank you for your godlike kindness.

You've been stuck in their basement for months now, if you had any ideas of even suggesting leaving, they'll crash out

''I knew you were being kind just to gain my trust- Y-you.. YOU STUPID- CUNT.''

Again, with the same dagger smashing into your flesh, this time they'll drag the dagger further, transforming it into a gashing wound.

They'll kiss on it, lick it, even sink their teeth into your flesh and eat it to show that your divinity is now a part of them.

yeah they'll kiss you with that same yucky mouth, whisper to you about how they know you'll forgive them because that's what a gods job is to do.

Even as their sadistic games continue, you patting their head as they sink their dagger deep into your flesh- it makes them tear up. But they continue nonetheless.

Oh this is...

You're probably feeding into their delusions, but your forgiveness lowkey pisses them off sometimes.

The voices get lowder whenever they hear your soft ''It's okay.''

Even though deep inside they know you're hurting. But they have no signs of stopping anytime soon

if anything, they get even more thrilled from this.

''Oh Azure you're as kind as the day we met!~''

They just latch onto you, gently sliding their dagger along your thigh.

If you had any ideas of gently reminding them ''I'm not Azure/The spawn.''

They just stab their dagger into your thigh, laughing like an unhinged maniac and patting you off with ''STOP BEING SILLY!''

They need you for the illusion you give them, and your kindness feeds just into that.

If they think you're the Spawn, they lowkey just blush and giggle everytime you're kind to them.

Sometimes they even get on their knees and thank you for your godlike kindness.

You've been stuck in their basement for months now, if you had any ideas of even suggesting leaving, they'll crash out

''I knew you were being kind just to gain my trust- Y-you.. YOU STUPID- CUNT.''

Again, with the same dagger smashing into your flesh, this time they'll drag the dagger further, transforming it into a gashing wound.

They'll kiss on it, lick it, even sink their teeth into your flesh and eat it to show that your divinity is now a part of them.

yeah they'll kiss you with that same yucky mouth, whisper to you about how they know you'll forgive them because that's what a gods job is to do.

Even as their sadistic games continue, you patting their head as they sink their dagger deep into your flesh- it makes them tear up. But they continue nonetheless.

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Nami, you have to write for yandere two time. Or else....

its super funny because im actually writing for yan two time right as we speak :broken_heart

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Hey

Hello

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Yandere taph headcanons please.. Im so starved for taph content 💔/nf!!

Yandere Taph x reader

i love taph hes so interesting to write MORE TAPH NO MORE TWOTIME PLEASEOASKoid.

Taph is great for those who arent fans of violent yanderes </33

warnings: abusive trope, abduction, threatening.

Taph is a very quiet person, not just because he's mute, but because he isn't that much of a social person

He just believes getting things over with fast is easier, that's how it's always been with Builderman at least...

When he first meets you when you arrive in the lobby after being forsakened; he feels fascination, he catches himself analyzing you a lot more than he does with others, and he notices this fast because being a mute person makes it so that you just catch onto these things a lot faster than most.

unlike most of the other yandere's ive done, Taph actually comes off as particularly harmless at first, to him his reputation and image that you see of him is the most important, he doesn't want you to know all the psychotic ideas he has in his head.

He starts off simple, everytime he's eating something he signs; asking if you wanted any of it which he usually doesn't do with others-

often brings you gifts like rocks, flowers, anything pretty and signs ''🫵💭(it reminded me of you.)''

He often has a habit of accidentally letting his hands wander, twirling his fingers around your hair and after you catch him in the act, brotato just swiftly turns to look to the side and begrudgingly signs ''💅🌌(pretty.)''

He often has a habit of squeezing his fist whenever he sees you talking to someone else, he feels guilty for this as the people whom he vowed to protect; he's suddenly wishing death against?

this causes him to distance himself from you for a while, it's like a sudden wake up call

''what the fuck have i become'' kinda moment

whether or not this worries you, he still can't take the distance between you, the thought of you spending time with others while he's not there- he can't. he just cant, physically, mentally, whatever. He cant.

He grabs the neat dagger that Two Time had gifted him as a thank you- or another way to convert him into spawnism?... whatever.

He looks at it, thinks for a moment as his hand shakes, no, he couldn't do it. Not to people who he trusted, not to the same people who are in the same hell hole he is.

The thought of how he had locked himself in prior to being forsakened, the fear of hurting anyone gnawing at his organs.

it wasn't exactly the fear of hurting,

but more so how people would see him.

he didn't care in reality, he had hurt before, he can do it again.

He placed the dagger down, grabbing tissue and a bottle of chloRO-form.

He dapped the tissue in it, the piercing sent invading his nostrils even through all the cloth covering his face. He was safe from it though.

He stepped out, his hands shaking.

Not from fear- but anticipation. He could finally have you all to himself.

His steps felt like all the mines he placed, each one more closer to their doom.

Time stopped when he made his way to you- it was perfect. No one else was here. They were all still in the middle of the round.

And just like that, his strong arms wrap around your throat, tilting your head back as he places the tissue to cover you nose and mouth.

It felt horrible- you almost choked on the spiking scent as you felt you consciousness slip through your fingers

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You wake up in what seems to be Taph's room. You had been there before for whatever reason it might've been, comforting each other, laughing at each other- whatever reason it was back then, you sure as hell wanted to know what it was this time.

He was just sitting there.

watching.

like he always did.

but this time he looked...

Mad.

Not mad as in angry, mad as in insane. He looked as if he had snapped for real this time. his fingers were shaking, his breathing was labored, sharp little twitches as his head snaps up; finally seeing you awaken.

He smiles, it wasn't visible through all the cloth covering his face, but it was something you could distinguish after all this time. The way his eyes squinted everytime his smile arose..

He frantically placed his hands on your cheeks, as if to check if you're okay.

You beg for answers, as to why you're here, why he would do this.

His smile fades, but comes back again as he refuses an answer, he very vividly blushes as he leans forward, and for the first time in forever you see as he lifts his mouth guard..

his lips- they were.. Beautiful, really. But he was scarred, it didn't really matter to you, all that mattered to you was that you had to get away.

He came closer, as you looked away, the corners of his mouth tugged into an impatient smile, he gently placed his precise bomb-handling fingers on your chin redirecting your gaze to his, it was gentle but you felt the pressure and rough handling as if to threaten you to just take it.

this time he didn't do it sensually, this time he smashed his lips onto yours, though never having kissed anyone he did seem like he knew exactly what he was doing. As if he had dreamed about this very night before a million times.

He pulls away, leaving a long string of saliva connecting from your mouths.

For all he's silent for, he sure knows his way around your mouth.

You sobbed out, as if a plea for help. He smiled again, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

He pointed to the tripwire and mine on the doorstep, he passed you a note.

''Only I know how to defuse them. Now we can be together like we always wanted to.''

He blushes like a school girl passing a note in class to one of their girlfriends confessing a crush on the chad...

he doesn't even take into note that it was a threat.

You look at him in horror, as he breathes heavily, sitting so stiff.

You loved him without all this.

But you now you were horrified of the man you had once fallen in love with.

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Me everytime after reading your writings

I genuinely cackled at this youre my favourite follower now

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1x4 i dont think reader likes to be psyhically abused and manipulated

Btw sorry for this shit ass drawing🥀✌️

I LOVE THIS SM UFHJDUHG I LOVE YOU SOGGYNUGGET IT IS A VERY GREAT DRAWING

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Make a Sayori! Reader x any forsaken character, and make it So Sayori! Reader was brought to forsaken after Monika intensified Sayoris depression

Haven’t seen any Sayori readers out here so I’ll do it myself!

Anyways go drink water

Taph x Reader that's like Sayori

[It's okay to feel sad.]

I think the person most fit for someone like Sayori is Taph..-

I love sayori they did my girl dirty im telling you.

Warnings: mentions of suicide, depression, implied hanging ''Rope burns''

It's been a few months after you've gotten forsakened. Everyone seems to be adjusting to the horrible living situation, but if you're being honest all that matters to you is that everyone feels safe, that everyone is happy. If anything, you haven't really noticed or paid mind to how horrible this situation is, how horrible you feel. All you've been worrying about is making everyone feel included and happy. And so far your plan has been going rather nicely-

except that one person- guy? Girl.. Who knows, it's like he never uncovers his face anyway.. Not that you wanted to talk bad about anyone, it's just worry, mainly.

Worry that he thinks you're a freak, worry that he thinks anything but good about you. Not that you really mind if people bully you, you mainly want everyone to be happy, that's all that matters. But for that to happen people would need to view you in a more positive light.

It was raining the day you disappeared. Or… maybe it wasn’t. Time gets weird when you’ve been crying for so long, your heart starts forgetting how to beat like it used to.

One moment you were in your room- arms wrapped around your stuffed plushie, the papers you weren’t supposed to write still open on your desk. You weren’t supposed to tell them how you really felt. But it didn’t matter anymore. They'd already seen. Already changed everything.

But you're here now. Not dead. Not alive. Just… floating in a world where you're forced to be happy, again. Always smiling, always pretending.

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It's been.. What- another few weeks?.. You walk to the kitchen during night time after another session of trying to cry yourself to sleep, you groggily stumble down the stairs of the main cabin to try and find a midnight snack to put you to sleep. You didn't understand what was wrong, usually you always fell asleep once you cried for an hour or so. Maybe the stress of this situation did actually get to you?... Even so, that wasn't relevant. You needed to focus on how others felt like.

That's what you always told yourself. You flip the light switch to see the one person who never talked or even acknowledged you by a simple nod, spooning a tub of peanut butter. It was.. A rather funny sight to see- a man who you've always thought about as intimidating and tough eating in such a funny way.

It.. Made you happy! You weren't sure if it was because of the funny sight, or if you were just happy to see that he was also at home. Enough- at least. Nevertheless, you felt happier than before that is.

You're still stuck with the same condition you were left in after your suicide, you still claw at the rope burns on your neck every now and then.

The man doesn't seem embarrassed in the slightest- like he was confident about casually eating peanut butter, in fact, he pops another spoonful in his mouth as you walk to the kitchen. He senses something is off despite you smiling and laughing your pain off.

See, being mute gives you a lot of abilities like analyzing people more closely, he sees through your constant facade but never says anything about it.

You cheerfully walk in, laughing and joking about how both of you should be asleep at this time. You see him start to sign something-

Whether or not you knew sign language, your eyes were much too groggy to register anything, Taph of course, noticed this as well and brought in his notebook to write a simple ''Are you okay?''

It was simple but.. It made you sentimental. You still shook your head and laughed it off with a simple ''Yeah! I'm fine!''

He murmurs, writing up something else in his notebook after a little shake in his head. ''You're one of the ones who lied to themselves.'' He casually writes and shows it to you. You sit down and smile, as if not to know exactly what he was talking about. He murmurs again- wondering if his handwriting is just bad.

''You’re bleeding from a place no one can see. You think if you smile hard enough, it’ll scab over. It won’t.'' He writes this time- Taph sits nearby. Doesn’t touch you. Doesn’t comfort you like your friends used to. Just watches with a tilt in his head.

He offers you a spoonful so casually. You break in tears and nod, hesitantly taking his offer like you haven't eaten in decades.

Maybe things rot differently in here, but even rotten things can smell like sugar.

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Two time nsfw alphabet pls../nf!!

TWO TIME X READER NSFW ALPHABET!!!!

(except i make it canon) (not clickbait)

warning: PURE NSFW, MENTIONS OF BLOOD, ETC.

ghgphfop i love making these nsfw alphabets theyre so silly.. I enjoy a little challenge since this was a lot harder for me because two time is nonbinary so I tried to keep it genderneutral as possible, I apologize for not spilling out any specific genitals for twotime but to the point that it's up to the readers headcanon as what they want twotimes sex to be! :thumbs_up:

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Two time isn't really used to comfort as they aren't a very sexual or romantic person to begin with, if you earned their trust to the point they were willing to get sexual, even if they don't know anything about sex or what aftercare even is- it will mean the world to them if you even just tell them that they did good, at first they're cold and detached- expecting that this was just it, but if you nudge their shoulder and give a simple ''Where are you going?'' this person will grin like a puppy having a birthday party I swear, just pounces on you and clings to you for comfort.

I think their favourite form of aftercare would definitely be just lying down together and eating something- they feel safe enough to eat and feel at home with you, i mean hell all their life as been just pure hell but you, you're the only one that they feel safe enough to do this with.

''Thank you for loving me...'' Is what they would mutter to themselves while on the brink of falling asleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Two Time isn't really insecure, OR secure, they never really thought about it all that much since their mind is occupied with the Spawn, The past, everything. With Someone so mentally scarred, how could they think of insecurities when they have the world in their head?

It would take a long time to get an answer out of Two Time if you were to ask for their favourite body part, they would be a bit taken aback, tilt their head and question what ever that could mean, after residing back to everyone cabin's, Two Time couldn't sleep when they thought about it. ''My.. favourite?'' they think and think as the ceiling is suddenly so fascinating to their eyes, reaching out their hands as they think. They sit back up, and then it hits them after a while of thinking, their legs have saved them from numerous troubles, hell, if anything they wouldn't be able to talk to you if their legs didn't save them each round.

and.. they wouldn't be here to begin with, if they weren't to run away from the scene after what happened with--Ḁ̴̛̣̻̝̞̹͙͔̈́̾̈̈z̷̻͚̮͍̭̺̲̭̍̉̄͌̾̊͆͘͝͠ų̸̦͎̱̟̱̼̞̑̏̃ŗ̸̡̧̘͇͙̃͑̽̅̾͗̒͘ẻ̸͎͓͜?

Yeah- they're definitely grateful for their legs. They think as they finally get a peace of mind.

The next day they run up to you like you had just arrived to the airport, swinging their arms around your neck as they twitch and yelp out

''I really like my legs!''

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

When it comes to you, Two Time doesn't really care how your cum is like, all they care about is that they're making you feel good enough to cum by their hand! Genuinely a messy eater though, they'll most definitely not back down when it comes to feasting on your genitals 😭😭

Not very surprising, but Two Time's lanky build makes it very obvious that they don't have a good diet, hell you caught them eating moss during one of the rounds... They do enjoy dessert and all that, but they very rarely eat as this goes against the way that they have lived in the cult.

Because of this, the volume of their cum is rather watery, but there's still a lot of it! It's very warm and spurts out with a lot of intensity at first but ultimately is mostly a dripper :broken_heart:

This peculiar Robloxian doesn't have any idea of what embarrassment or holding back is, so they just cum within 6 minutes of getting down and dirty with you. But in a way, they prefer it quick and steady!

''H-haah.. Oh dear..- H-haha! T-this feels.. Nngh!~''

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

One thing I'm pretty sure about is that Two Time has a thing for selfharm and inflicting harm on their partner during sexual intercourse, this roots from their trauma and how they've adjusted to living in a cult and offering sacrifices to the Spawn, if Two Time were to get into a relationship, they'd most definitely see you as someone as close ranked to the Spawn.

Two Time also has a habit of of performing random rituals and prayers while having intercourse with you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Two Time is probably the biggest virgin out there, they've spent their whole life in a cult, worshipping a god that doesn't even exist. I very highly doubt they've had time for any kind of sexual intercourse. I think the first time they would ever have sex is after they get forsakened, when they most have time from it considering they kinda.. get separated from all their cult members without a choice to go back???

When it comes to having intercourse with you for the first time, they'd most definitely break out in tears after finding this amazing new experience, this jaw dropping pleasure.

''O-Oh Spawn- thank you- Oh fuck!..''

despite not having any experience, they just go haywire while fucking you, they need more of you, all of you. Every single move feels like it isn't enough. They don't really register that they're hurting you

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

(I'm so nghdgfhdfbhj I can't include a video in this because I want to keep this genderneutral in Two Times case, but I will include a picture!!)

I can pretty proudly say that Two Time, despite their inexperience most enjoys the Face Off position <(link)

They simply enjoy caressing your face, kissing all over you and breathing in your scent while being as close to you as possible, your face is what brings light to their days, the same light they once lived for in the cult. Now you're the closest thing to closure that they can get. They aren't fucking you because it brings them pleasure, they're fucking you because they love you and that's why it brings them pleasure.

''Oh Spawn.. Has your almighty divinity sent me an archangel to take care of?.. Oh how I love you...''

They love you, really, but just saying that they have a few screws loose is an understatement. They're a fucking hardware store.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

considering Two Time is canonically a little insane in the membrane, I think they wouldn't mind how sex is either way? They're just happy it's with you. Plus they have a tendency to twitch, spasm and giggle out of nowhere due to their body repulsing as a trauma response, it's easy to get used to, it's just another part of them that makes them- special.

Of course, i don't know if this counts since they don't really even understand if they're being goofy when they're just trying to be themselves during sex. If they giggle and whisper to themselves, hit their temples and yell out ''GET OUT OF MY HEAD!'' in the middle of it, you better get used to it and comfort them and assure there's no one there but you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

This doesn't really come as a surprise; But I do tend to headcanon that Two Time is a little too insane to care all that much about shaving. But surprisingly they aren't naturally all that hairy?? If anything all the stress has made their hair rather thin. But overall the carpet matches the drapes 100%. The hair isn't rough, it's rather silky and instead of curls it's the exact same as the hair on their head. Like seriously just insert a model of Two Time's hair and place it onto their crotch. that's exactly how it looks. Just straight hair.

Of course if you asked them to shave, they might look at you a little confused but ultimately they'll do it, just for you. So I guess the final answer to this section is up to you? If you have the guts to bring it up to them, that is. But if not, then be prepared for mini Two Time hair model.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I think I've said this a million times before, but Two Time doesn't really have a concept of what real romance is. I have a feeling they'd ask Guest 1337 for advice for taking you out on a date, like genuinely they'd just go up to him and ask ''HEY GUEST??? HOW DO YOU BANG YOUR WIFE?''

definitely never fails to make him spit his coffee like a firehose out of his mouth

Though- his fatherly sense makes him feel proud in a way so of course he'll gently guide our lovely Two Time through the hardships of it. He'll gently tell them about the birds and the bees, safe sex-

''HOW DO YOU MAKE THEM FEEL GOOD?'!!?!?!?"!?"'

...Yea they were pretty straight to the point there :broken_heart:

Overall, after a long sigh, Guest sits down and tells them about some hacks he has to make his own wife, Daisy, feel amazing. Unusually Two Time actually pays attention this time? Usually on the other hand, They're too occupied with all the voices in their head.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Two Time has never really masturbated as they've always thought the pent up feelings inside their chest is just the Spawn telling them that they need to pray more, to give more offerings. None of it ever got rid of the pent up feelings until they got into selfharm, that's the only way that they got rid of pent up energy or sexual frustration. So they always thought that the Spawn wanted their blood, not a big issue, they didn't mind slicing themselves up for the Spawn every now and then

Then they met you and the urges got worse, the dagger they had always relied on oh so much wasn't so handy in this issue anymore. When you introduced them to how to actually relieve stress in a healthy way, i feel they'd most likely initiate it each time and start doing it a lot more often.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Main kinks (yes yes yes please im begging) Ritualistic sex, praising, knife play, wax play, hair pulling, petplay, voyeurism, bondage, oral sex.

Ok! (are you sure?...100x) pegging, public sex, anal.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Surprisingly they actually enjoy public sex to a degree? It makes them have an adrenaline rush. their favourite spots would be in the survivors lobby kitchen. But other than that they have a slight thing for having sex while bathing. The feeling of your slipper body against theirs really gets them going, caressing your body with soap really gives them the idea that THEY get to be the one to filthy you after you've just been purified. When it comes to the kitchen part they genuinely don't know why they like it, maybe it's because they're too insane to really care about getting caught, like genuinely this person can come up to you in a room full of people and go ''Hey, I'm really pent up! help me out! :3''

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

What really gets them going is seeing you in ancient attire, or something that really reminds them of a godlike presence. After having no one to worship the spawn with, they really need a substitute, something to give them reason. And if you accept to be their muse then they would be ever so happy. Genuinely has a habit of moaning ''M-my lord!'' ''O-oh- dear.. My dearest almighty god..'' during sex if you play your cards right. Especially though, if you get your hands dirty with violence. I'm telling you this person will pop their libido to 100% in a second.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hard limits (no no no thank you im begging!) Scat, Ageplay, roleplay cuz this person is way too dumb to take that seriously

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

They definitely prefer giving! For a person who belongs in an insane asylum they're really good at giving head. Their tongue works very precisely even though it's really fast and rough paced. They aren't really focused on how you feel, just absolutely devouring everything you offer them because they need you, want you BAD. This is where their hairpulling kink comes into play, every time you pull on their hair they genuinely get a motivation boost to go even faster.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Oh boy.

THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT FOREPLAY OR BUILDUP IS LMAO.

Like genuinely, if you or they initiate (doesn't really matter), they jump right into the feast. No buildup, no teasing, nothing. They're so sex crazed for you that they immediately go fast with no signs of stopping. The worst part is that they have a very high sex drive so they can go many rounds- the good part is they cum particularly fast.

Just smiles and huffs, giving you a little kiss after breaking your legs.

''*chu!* thank you dearest! Hehe!'', Doesn't really have any idea what aftercare is so don't be offended if they just walk out to continue their day after leaving you all fucked out of your mind.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If you're dating Two Time; expect to have quickies almost everyday, like said before; after they figure out how to manage stress and show you love at the same time, they get rather addicted to it, fast.

Literally just grabs your hips sometimes, unbuckling their belt and.. yeah that's a pretty obvious sign aint it..

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

TWOTIME LIVES FOR THE RISK OF IT, like they're genuinely open to anything to try even once, but mostly they love doing risky thing's with you whether it be having sex in the shower with limited time, sex in the kitchen- living room, during the rounds.. Whenever really, as long as they get an adrenaline rush from it. Carving the spawn symbol in your body, their name on your skin, it's all something that fuels them like kerosine.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

It's rather ironic how i keep predicting these things, but i'm pretty sure i also brought this up earlier? They have very high stamina so they can go relentlessly and rough for hours on end. Despite not lasting long in bed, they do make up for it with their stamina and the amount they cum.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Two Time most definitely loves using toys on both of you, they think it brings in a lot more fun to it. Though they're fine with not using them, they're more than happy to use them if you request! Though they'd not be the one to initiate the idea that they want to use toys.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Two Time most likely teases and edges you without even realizing it. He doesn't really grasp what the whole ''don't stop or it resets the timer'' topic is at all. There's definitely been times where they suddenly just stop due to the voices in their head. Just freeze on the spot, they might even ask ''did you hear that?'' while grabbing onto your face. Just guide them through it and you'll be fine :broken_heart:

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I'd like to think that Two Time is more of a heavy breather and a giggler than they are a whimperer. Some people may consider their heavy breathing whimpering though?? Because it's so heavy to the point it's audible. It really depends on how you see it but

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Two Time has a tendency to block out all your pleads while they're feeling so good to the point they start hearing the voices all the more louder, literally almost saw the Spawn when cumming </333

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

This is.. REALLY hard to do as Two Time is Non-binary, so I'll include both visionaries for those who headcanon them as either afab or Amab

AMAB: Not too thick, but they make up for it with their length. naturally not a lot of hair but they don't shave. Very veiny and circumcised. Tip colour is a peachy kind of pink

AFAB: Innie, like said before, naturally not a lot of hair and doesn't shave. Color is close to peachy pink as said before.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Their sex drive is VERY high, they can go for hours and genuinely everyday. They don't exactly voice it either, most of the time that is. If you're in a room full of people they'll walk up to you and ask you to help with their little issue with no shame, but if you're alone they'll just grab your hair and shove their tongue in your mouth, that's a pretty clear indicator.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Doesn't even know what sleep is. Literally can jump up with energy and say ''Phew! Let's go make pancakes. I'm hungry.'' After reaping your life away from you. Your legs left shaking and still dripping, while they're out here up and away humming their way to the kitchen.

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yandere two tine! Yandere two time! TWO TIME, TWO TIME, TWO TIME!!! IS ALL WHAT YPU EVER SAY

THATS ALL I HEAR ANYMORE, I HATE YAN TWO TIME!!!!!!

i adore your yandere two time.

THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I FEEL LAMSLDKASJMKDAI I LOVE WRITING FOR ALL MY SOGGYNUGGETS BUT ITS ALWAYS YANDERE TWOTIME!! GROWLS AND RIPS MY HAIR OUT, WHAT ABOUT MY GLORIOUS GOATS 007N7 AND TAPH! (im writing for them as we speak)

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We crave more yandere two time 😍😍😍

More yandere two time incoming dont worry chat.,..

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https://www.tumblr.com/namilettes/788828766166286336/really-weird-but-what-if-two-time-will-try-uhh?source=share

The same anon who asked this and i want to say that THIS iS AMAZING!!!

GIGGLES AND TWIRLS MY HAIR THANK YOUUUYTGYR

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hello vro .

I LOVE your writing oh my lords ,, esp the yandere ones !!

Speaking offf,,,,, would you be so kind to write some yandere 1x fanfics ,,? Heheeh,,,,,,,

YANDERE 1x1x1x1 X READER HEADCANONS

SO MANY PEOPLE HAVE BEEN ASKING FOR 1x CONTENT????? YOU GREMLINS ARE THE DEATH OF ME)))

hi soggynugget!!!!!!! THANK YOU YOUR WORDS MEAN A LOT TO ME :BROKEN_HEART:

I have a 1x1x1x1 NSFW alphabet incoming but they take a while to make so I'm currently writing off the less task-requiring requests, like this! I love making headcanons for all of my followers!! Feel free to ask for a full fanfic but I made a headcanon list + a drabble for now :')

1x1x1x1 is genderfluid, in this fic i'm using He/Him and masc for them!!

warnings: abuse, blood/murder, abduction, slight non-con.

YANDERE 1x1x1x1 HEADCANONS

For a dude that's quite literally made to serve purpose only for pure hatred, he sure felt threatened when he first saw you

As he gripped his sword, he felt his breath latch onto his throat.

he hated it.

he abSOLUTELY fucking hated.

he was practically ''programmed'' to thrive only for hatred.

You awakening a new emotion in him triggered his fight or flight response.

Soon enough you noticed that he started to target you each round.

because in his head the only way to get rid of these emotions was to exterminate them

but it made it worse, the closer he got, all the whimpers he gained from you every time he penetrated your chest with his blade- it drove him further into fascination.

each glance he got of your face-

it was too much, the targeting soon turned into full on avoiding

to the point you won each round.

seriously you could see this dude looking at his wrist acting like he had a watch on it

he didnt have a watch

every time he sleeps he has dreams of having stupid tea parties with you

and.. other nights he dreams of corrupting you, making you his, taking away your innocence for him to keep.

yeah every time he has THOSE dreams he snaps awake wondering what the fuck is wrong with him.

soon enough he talks to Noli about how he's felt these past few weeks.

Noli lowkey laughs and points at him

he doesn't hesitate to tell 1x that he has a crush on a survivor.

1x CRASHES OUT and accuses him of lying, that he would never like a puny mortal like a survivor paying time for their sins in purgatory hell

though he eventually comes to terms with

yeah i like this person.

still doesnt make him hate the fact any less though.

seeing you interact with other survivors makes him- seethe.

one time, during last man standing, he uses his entanglement on you.

and oh boy does he feel the rush of adrenaline.

he runs his fingers against your chest, the claw like nails tearing a hole.

He gasps out a chuckle of excitement, he couldn't kill you now, no, not like this.

and poof, the spectre has awarded a new plaything for 1x.

you spend most of your time in his quarters.

everytime he comes back, he scans VERY hard to make sure you havent gotten any smarter to escape his claws.

In the past he's always been treated roughly as the offspring of Telamon. Never really had anyone to rely on so if you do anything to show him the slightest bit of love everything will become worse for you.

if you stay silent, he'll crash out and yell at you, tell you how because of him your living situation is a lot better and how you can't even appreciate that.

grabs you by the hair, and talking about the same corruption i brought up earlier, definitely forcefully steals your kiss

despite not having any romance in his life this dude is an absolute god at kissing and handling you????

leaves marks all over you so that theyre SUPER evident, definitely forces you to go back to the survivors, tell them that you and 1x are wed to be together now and watch as they turn their backs on you so you lose all hope and can only rely on him now.

definitely doesn't take no as an answer, all he cares about is corrupting you and keeping you at a rank underneath him so he can keep you as his personal pet.

as much as he likes you, to him that means you must obey him to keep you 'safe'

even though he hurts you on the daily.

scans your reactions thoroughly whenever he brings you food

like this man doesn't wanna ask you about your favourite things because he thinks its pathetic

literally doing anything but the bare minimum

brochacho literally just goes all on assumption and randomly walks in with a piece of something he thinks is your favourite.

''you behaved rather well today. Here, i brought your favourite.''

smacks the plate infront of you. Even if it isnt your favourite which is highly unlikely- since.. this dude is actually really good at analyzing you?

if you dont eat it then he smacks your face, like ROUGH.

leaves you alone in the dark for HOURS upon hours, maybe even a day so that you grow attached to him as your only source of comfort.

has a tendency to threaten you with ''i can always replace you, do so much better.''

just to make you appreciate being alive, and it works all the time.

#masteratmakingyoudevelopstockholmsyndrome.

Yan!1x1x1x1 x reader

[Don't ruin what we have.]

It's been almost a day now, the ropes grinding against all your limbs, you've tried crawling around trying to find ANYTHING to let you escape. The blindfold on your face doesn't help things at all, you keep hearing C00lkidd's exclamations as he begs uncle Noli to play with him from.. Downstairs? You can't really tell as the noise around you keeps shifting.

You find a handle- after hours of crawling around and using your teeth. You use what you suspect to be a door handle to gently lift the blindfold off your face, even the dark room hurting your eyes after not seeing anyone. Suddenly you appreciate your eyesight a lot more than you ever have.

Your hands were still bound behind you, your ankle as well, you could only crawl or hop around really funky. Having an estimated 50 bruises on your legs, or at least that's how it felt like... Your small sobs were pathetic to anyone's ears innocent or guilty.

The blindfold slipped just low enough to let in a sliver of light- just enough. Your heart hammered in your chest as you inched forward, wrists and ankles bound, elbows scraping the cold floor. The air stank of metal and damp stone. You didn’t know how long you had until he came back- if he was even gone at all.

Fingertips brushed the edge of something- was it a hinge? A crack in the wall? Salvation? You didn’t care. You were ready to drag yourself through hell if it meant away from him.

But then-

click.

The door opened.

You froze. You felt all the blood you desperately harbored to keep inside run cold. You felt your life flash before you, the scary part was- you didn't know what would happen next.

Heavy static spilled into the room like oil, thick and humming. You didn’t have to look up to know who it was. That presence- glitching, warping- twisted the air itself. You felt his hand on your hip, running his cold, almost lifeless hand across your spine to gently run his fingers through your hair.

'Oh...' his voice crackled, distorted with feigned sweetness. ''Look at you..; Crawling.. Bleeding... Trying so hard.... Clever little bug.''

You felt him crouch behind you, a low whirr echoing as if his form tried to stay stable. Gentle fingers ghosted over the blindfold still clinging to your temple. He plucked it off completely, slow and deliberate.

''You weren’t supposed to see anything,'' he murmured. ''But I suppose I underestimated how desperate you are.'' He roughly yanked your hair, dragging you to the bed this time, clearly a simple binding wasn't enough for you, of course it wasn't he felt stupid to have given you the mercy of minimal binding.

His hand moved to your chin, tilting your face up. You refused to meet his eyes.

''I’m not angry, darling...'' he whispered. His face told a whole other story, it was filled with disgust, disappointment, anger. ''Not yet.''

A beat. Then, softly, almost lovingly-

''Just… don’t ruin what we have again, okay?''

That was almost enough to make you feel safer than you were. Or maybe that was a part of you thanking whatever god that awarded you with the mercy of seeing him roughly smash his blade into your chest. The worst part was that he'd make sure you didn't die.