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demo with an s/o who is a sapient scoutbot? s/o doesn't mind the death of its nonsapient counterparts

Demoman x Sapient! Scoutbot (you)

He was kind of confused the first time he talked to you. Like, you were a robot, why were talking just like a human? Maybe you were more advanced that the rest of the bots?

He asked Engie if the robots that Gray Mann was sending were more intelligent than they thought, but the engineer wasn't sure about it.

The next time that he bumped into you he was curious, he didn't attack you. And neither did you. He approached you slowly not fully trusting you, until you dropped your scattergun.

From that day, you two started meeting at a hiding spot you knew in the battlefield. You explained that you didn't care about your counterparts dying you didn't feel any kind of pity for them, beucase you knew that what they were doing was wrong.

You always talk about something deep, like Nietzsche's philosophy or Albert Camus. And he always answers with drunken mumbles, not that he's not interested, it's just that sometimes he's too drunk for philosophy.

There's not a day where he doesn't ask you if you really feel feelings. Like it confuses him a lot.

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can I request Miss Pauling having a crush on fem reader, shes really obvious about it but reader is oblivious

Miss Pauling x Oblivious! Fem!Reader

Somebody help her. Please. She has done everything just to catch your attention. She tried to appear more around the base so she could see you, but whenever she showed up, you were off on a mission, taking a dump, or even being the victim of one of Medic's experiments. She even tried to accompany you to a mission, she planned finishing it early so she could have a moment with you, however you ended up being saved by her as she shoot everyone on the room while running out of the ceiling.

She's always giving you things that they remind her of you. Like a pretty rock, beucause you're as dumb as a rock, but she loves you just like that.

She started to have a crush on you beucase you 'protected' her from Scout. You always slapped him on the back of his head the moment he started sttutering out an excuse to ask her out. Or you threw something at him (mostly one of his scatterguns) when he was flexing his 'big ass' muscles.

Of course, you didn't notice any of this. You thought that she was just being nice, y'know not anyone gives you pretty rocks. However, some of the other mercs, like Medic, Engie, Sniper and Spy caught on what Miss Pauling was trying to do. They tried to help you open your eyes for once and make you see that poor Pauling had a crush on you. Even Medic offered a brain surgery to make you less dumb and oblivious, but she declined it, because that was what made you cute. Most of the times of course, because sometimes she was about to have a heart attack due to the frustration.

"Maybe you just need to scream it at her face, Miss Pauling." Sniper said, "I often do that when she doesn't realize what the fuck is happening in the battlefield." Miss Pauling considered it for a moment. That was smart.

The next time you were alone with Miss Pauling, she grabbed you by your shirt and looked you in the eyes. "Look, Y/N. I've been trying to tell you something for a while now." "Aw, man, don't tell me I'm fired. This is my only job." You said. Then, silence. Miss Pauling sighed, already fed up. "You're so dumb! I'm trying to tell you that I like you." You looked at her confused. "But like as a friend? Because that is obvious." You smiled at her trying to understand why she had that angry and frustrated expression. "No! As a- You know what?" She said mostly to herself, but you shook your head anyways.

Her lips met yours. It wasn't a sweet kiss, neither a lustful one. It was a kiss where she was explaining all of her feelings to you, where she tried to figure out if you felt the same. Until you put your calloused hand on her face and deepened it.

[robin374]

REQUESTS OPEN :)

Hi guys!! I'm back from the death!! Requests are open and I'm more than excited to write new things!!

[robin374]

SOUTH PARK MASTERLIST

Rules:

NO: incest, suicide, adult x child (romantically), NSFW (I don't do it anymore)...

YES: Romantic, platonic, male x male, female x female, female x male, trans, gender neutral (I mostly write this) Aged up, AUs...

Masterlist

BUTTERS STOTCH

Their hero/villain persona being your hear me out (pt1)

KENNY McCORMICK

Their hero/villain persona being your hear me out (pt1)

Excuses they have to see you/talk to you

STAN MARSH

Their hero/villain persona being your hear me out (pt1

Excuses they have to see you/talk to you

The man who died twice

KYLE BROFLOSKI

Excuses they have to see you/talk to you

ERIC CARTMAN

Excuses they have to see you/talk to you

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Their hero/villain persona being your hear me out

Characters: Kenny, Stan, Butters Notes: More like an interaction between you and their super hero persona, but I didn't know what to put as a title LOL yall don't know what a bad hangover I have LMAO NOT PROOFREAD

pt1

Butters:

It was a normal day: there was class, Cartman was saying dumb things again, there was another school shooting... However, you had your mind on something else. Last night, you had gone out for a walk, you couldn't sleep and instead of actually trying to do it, you decided to go out.

You found Proffesor Chaos talking to his minions at night, he was talking in Spanish to some of them and being too nice for a villain. You've heard Butters telling people that Chaos was very scary and cruel. And yet, here you were, drawing his face and armour. His blue eyes that for a normal person would like like ice, like they would pierce them with just a look. But for you... They looked soft, in a weird way. You stopped drawing, reality hitting you like a punch on the stomach, you weren't having a crush on South Park's most feared villain, were you?

It was lunchtime, you sat in front of Wendy who was talking to Bebe about a surprise math test that they had today. You didn't even say 'hi' or something you just sat there, remembering how you made eye contact with Professor Chaos. "Hello to you too, Y/N. " Said Bebe with her usual pout. "Huh..? Oh, sorry." You answered still poking your food on the plate. "Are you okay?" Asked Wendy worried. "You've quiet today... Like, too quiet."

You flinched slightly at her question, what should you tell them? They would absolutely judge you! "Is it a boy?" Asked Bebe with a smirk and wiggling her eyebrows up and down. Your cheeks flushed instantly and you tried to stutter an excuse. "No! Me? Liking a boy? Nah... I mean, all boys here are dumb as fuck. It's just I didn't sleep well and..."

"Just spit it out!" Interrumpted Wendy. You slammed your hands on the table, not knowing that you drew the attention of certain boys that were arguing not so long ago. "Okay, okay! It's not a boy." You paused for a second. "It's more like a hear me out" You scratched your cheek as you looked away from your friends. "I LOVE THOSE!" Exclaimed Bebe. "Who is it? Wendy's dad? No! I know. It's Megamind." You furrowed your eyesbrows confused and in shock, Wendy's dad? MEGAMIND??? "What...? No. It's uh..." You ran a hand across your face. "Professor Chaos."

Behind you Butters choked on his orange juice with his face as red as a tomato. Kenny started laughing, his voice muffled by his hoodie. The blond boy excused himself out the table and ran away. YOU found HIM attractive, out of all the super heroes that the town had, you liked HIM. THE VILLAIN. He convinced himself that it was something that Cartman had planned, he convinced you to say it out loud just to mess with him, right? RIGHT??

Kenny:

You and Kenny were hanging out on your house. You two were playing Mortal Kombat 1, just checking if it was worth the hype and practicing a little so you could beat Cartman's ass on the game. As you saw how Kenny managed to get Johnny Cage's fatality, you wondered how would the Freedom Pals' fatalities be like?

Kenny was about to celebrate his victory and brag about it until he saw you looking at the screen like you had received the fatality. Before he could speak, you gasped as if you had discovered a brand new species. "Mysterion's fatality would be so hot!" You exclaimed excitedly. Your eyes looking at the ceiling already imagining how Mysterion punched Reptile's heart out and effortlessly ripping it out and then disintegrating the body with his shadows. And then saying something cool with that raspy voice of his...

He stood there, frozen. Did you know that he was Mysterion? No, it didn't look like it. You were talking, describing how Mysterion looked hot even if he looked like a low budget Batman. "You like Mysterion?" He spat out, his voice betrayed him it didn't portray that vibrating happiness and excitement that was feeling inside. You looked at him shocked, "Does it count as a hear me out? Because I would put myself in danger just to have him come and save me." You said. He smiled, nervous. "I mean, of course he would, he saves everyone." He was trying so hard not to reveal his identity to you at that moment.

That night, Toolshed and Mysterion were patrolling through the streets, but a small smile was growing in Mysterion's face. 'Weird...' thought the black haired super hero, Mysterion wasn't the one to smile on missions, he always was too serious and focused, even for a small joke that Mosquito made.

Stan:

Stan wasn't feeling quite well that afternoon. He felt empty, sad maybe. He didn't know how to describe it. He always felt like that. But that morning you approached him and asked him for a pencil, he didn't feel sad that moment. He felt nervous, that feeling of throwing up came back after years of being buried deep inside of him. But you made him feel alive.

He was scrolling on TikTok watching dumb videos that Cartman sent him, or memes that Kyle sent him, even edits of Jonathan Davis and Fred Durst that appeared on his FYP. Until a notification popped up on his screen.

It was Cartman demanding that Toolshed and Human Kite had to go patrolling that night. Stan sighed, he wasn't feeling like patrolling today but duty was duty and if he wanted to be a famous super hero he had to do it.

The night fell on South Park and the smell of alcohol, piss and marihuana replaced the wooden and humid one of the day time. He was on rooftop watching the streets as Human Kite was talking to The Coon on the phone. He could hear The Coon's scream from the phone and noticed that Human Kite was getting angrier by the minute. Then, a scream pierced through the air and reached his ears. Kyle and him looked at each other and without hesitating the ran towards the source of the scream.

When they reached, Stan's boots stopped running. He felt a shiver run up and down his spine, he wanted to run towards the villains but he couldn't do anything. His body wasn't responding. We was just there. And he could only see how some perverts were trying to knock you and your friends out. One of your friends was already passed out, a wound was spurting blood from their head as if it were a river. The blod expanding on the snow as it reached his boots. Kyle screamed something at him, but he didn't hear it. He was too focused on you.

Suddenly, he felt like a lighting struck him and ran as fast as he could towards you. "Don't touch her!" He unsheathed his hammer and swung it to your attacker's head. The attacker flew some meters behind you and fell to the floor in a quiestioning position. Unconsciously, he put both of his hands on your cheek, forgetting that he was Stan Marsh, the loser that threw up whenever he was near the girl he liked. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? I swear to God if he hurt you I'm gonna..." "I'm okay, thanks, Toolshed." You interrumpted with a small smile and a flush on you face, surely because of the cold night.

The next day, he wasn't paying attention in class. As usual, but he overheard a conversation you had with your friends, one had a gauze on their head. That must be the one who was passed out. "Nah, Fastpass is hotter." They said, still scribbling something on their notebook. "Well, I think that Toolshed is the most handsome one, have you seen how good he looks with his yellow goggles?" Wait, was that your voice? He stood a bit straighter on the chair, trying to play off his nervousness. "Toolshed?" Another friend of yours said. "Okay we know that he took you face in his hands and all of that, but he's not that hot, Y/N." They said. You shook your head. "Jus hear me out guys! Please!" You pleaded and as you were about to show a photo of Toolshed to a friend so they could give their opinion, you caught Stan looking at you. Before you could tell him what the context of the conversation was, he excused himself to the bathroom and ran away with a hand on his mouth looking as pale as ever.

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Beelzebub and Leviathan Redesing + My Sinner OC| HELLBORNS AU!

Hello guys! I hope you're having a good day! 🥰✨

Today I felt like sharing some designs from my AU, as well as introducing an important character for the story!

1|🍯 Beelzebub 🍯

Here's Beelzebub's redesign. I wanted to keep most of her original style, but add more details to make her look more insect-like. I also changed the color scheme to make her look more like a bee!

2|🪸 Leviathan 🪸

And here I have a sketch of Leviathan's design, actually this is more like her original form in my AU, the form with the two heads she only uses it when she needs to leave her ring.

I like the idea that the sea form surrounds the entire Envy Ring with its body, with several eyes constantly watching its inhabitants.

The more humanoid form of Leviathan is inside the tongue of the more beastly form, my intention was to give the impression of being a pretty lure to attract unsuspecting prey.

3|🦢 My OC Cisne 🦢

And here's Cisne! My Sinner OC, owner of the Black Swan company, overlord with a territory called Noir City (which is only in black and white) and also owner of one of the most famous casinos. She's also the head of her own mafia (of which there are plenty in her territory). Her company offers several services, including her assassination service "HELLBORNS," qualified assassins (maybe) to get the job done, whether in Hell or in the human world itself.

She was a famous actress in her life as a human (a career she continued to pursue in her life in hell) until certain circumstances such as the disappearance and subsequent death of her fiancé led her to a decline both emotionally and professionally, pushing her to one of the saddest decisions in desperate times.

She plays an important role in the story, replacing Stolas' role in the original series, but her relationship with her employees will obviously be different.

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And that's all for now. I'll get around to answering all your questions soon, I promise!!

Thanks for stopping by. Have a great day!!! 💖💖🥰🥰

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The man who died twice (Stan x fem!reader)

Notes: I thought about making it longer but I think I really need to sleep rn. It was fun to write this tho! NOT PROOFREAD Characters: Stan x fem!reader (romantic)

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Your eyes, your hair, your hands, the way your lips formed a warm smile every time he appeared through your castle window.... Those were his favorite memories of you, the memories he would always have in his mind and in his heart. All those nights when you both ran away from your castle and ran to the forest where no one could judge your actions. All those nights he spent without sleeping a wink, just watching you sleep in his arms. He didn't mind not sleeping if it was for you, if it was to spend time with you.

He still remembered how it all started. You came to visit the elven kingdom, you had a meeting with an ambassador, you got lost in the castle and he was the only guard patrolling that hallway. You approached him a little confused, looking back and forth trying to figure out where the ambassador's office was, and asked him in a tone so soft that not even the most sensitive horse would be scared. He looked at you in surprise, quickly corrected his composure and escorted you to the office. It wasn't an uncomfortable walk, you were talking about how that ambassador was a stubborn old man who didn't want to see your point of view and that you had been trying to convince him for years. You even mentioned how your father had to talk to him, which emphasized the ambassador's high age. You kissed him goodbye on the cheek and as soon as you walked through the office door he had to excuse himself to get some air and get the dizziness out of his head. No god or goddess could compare to your beauty and elegance.

Several meetings later, the elf king, Kyle, sent him on a mission to your kingdom. A mission that was to last a week, but for him seven nightly visits were not enough. He had to invent an excuse to be able to visit you day and night. He lied that King Kyle wanted to see you in his kingdom. What meant three days of traveling with you alone for him meant a harsh consequence for your future.

“Stan, you're back!” The elf king proclaimed, with that calm assurance he always conveyed. His emerald eyes fell on you and a small unreadable glint appeared in them. "Ah, Y/N, a pleasure to see you. I'm glad Stan brought you along, I was planning on summoning you and your father next week." Her eyes turned to Stan, “I wanted to discuss some business with the king...” As he finished the sentence you offered to listen to what Kyle wanted to say and he pulled you away from Stan. The next day, you approached Stan with your eyes filled with tears.

“We can't see each other anymore, my love.” You said with your voice cracking. Stan felt nauseous, but not the nausea he felt being with you. He felt the same nausea he felt when he was in the middle of a battle against humans and watched as Grand Wizard King Cartman mercilessly killed one of his friends. "King Kyle wants me to marry him so he can have more land and more armies. So he can win the war against the humans."

Stan will never forget the great emptiness he felt in his heart when he saw King Kyle's lips embrace yours. It was as if a human hit him with a giant hammer in the chest and then ripped out his heart to eat it right in front of his eyes. And the worst blow he received was to see how that smile he loved so much was received by his best friend, or rather, the elf king Kyle. Was he not enough to satiate your love? Did he not make you happy enough?

…

“It's time.” A gravelly voice bounced down the damp, cold stone hallway. The metal of armor boots clanking against the floor was the only sound to be heard and the light of a candle about to melt completely was the only thing illuminating it. The sun was at its highest point, it seemed that he wanted to see all the villagers who were waiting anxiously in the main square. It even looked like he wanted to see the big event happening that day.

A guard walked down the long corridor of the castle dungeons, it was his first day and it showed. His nervous footsteps and ragged breathing revealed him. He fiddled with the bronze spear in his hands before reaching the appropriate cell. “The time has come, sir.” His whistling voice reached the ears of the prisoner, who closed his eyes in frustration and pinched the bridge of his nose. “How many times have I told you that I am no longer your superior, Scott?” exclaimed the prisoner rising from his place in the corner of the cell. His leather boots made no sound as he walked on the cold rock. The rookie guard took a couple of steps back as he saw the prisoner approaching, though the dark green cloak hanging from his shoulders made him look wider than he was. “Sorry, I'm still not used to it, Stan.” The new guard shivered. "I have to take you outside. To the platform... You know." He explained nervously.

Stan sighed, but said nothing. He let himself be handcuffed and let the skinny Scott escort him to the platform that occupied the center of the square.

As soon as he stepped out of the dungeon door the sun blinded his eyes, but Stan smiled, ignored the pain of the light in his eyes and was thankful that the weather was nice since it was cold inside his cell. Once his eyes got used to the light, his blue eyes fell on the figure of the king, who was on one of his balconies observing the situation. The rage she felt coursing through all the veins in her body at that moment was indescribable, there he was with his wine glass in his hand observing how miserable his citizens looked. It was unfair. It was unfair how someone randomly got all the riches in the whole world while the majority had to leave skin, sweat, blood and tears on a single gold coin to feed their families. The queen watched with a sympathetic gaze, that gaze Stan knew so well and missed so much. He tried to ignore the lump in his throat as they knelt him down in front of the entire kingdom. Many memories went through his head at that moment, many about his childhood with Kyle, about his training in the army, when they crowned his best friend as king or when he finally managed to climb the ranks to become a royal guard.

However, what never left his mind were all those moments with you, all your hugs, your smiles, the feeling of his hands running over your body... At that moment, before the executioner lifted the axe, he remembered the tickling sensation of your warm lips on his.

Stan did not feel the moment of the cut or the moment his body fell to the ground. He did not hear the cheering cries of the people nor did he hear the voice of the king trying to calm them. He could only hover in his memories. For him, nothing was as painful as seeing you in the arms of another. He truly loved you until the end of his days.

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Excuses they have to see you/talk to you

Characters: Kenny, Kyle, Eric, Stan Notes: Hello South Park fandom. (Aged up characters)Not prooread.

Kenny: His poor ass can't afford spotify premium

We all know that this man is poor asf, c'mon. He couldn't afford any app that had anything to pay, I mean, his phone was really old and it was a miracle that it even turned on. As Cartman put it, "he had a potato phone."

He had admitted to himself not so long ago that he really really liked you. He didn't like you in a way that he wanted to have sex with you and just that. He wanted to hug you, kiss you, touch you, see you smile... So, he always looked for any excuse to see you or to talk to you. In class, he sat near you so he could hear your conversations with your friends. He really wanted to be with you.

That's when he overhead your friends talking about how you managed to hack a paying app and got it for free. (It was just an apk but they were still impressed). An idea clicked on his mind and he decided that in the next class he would ask you to hack that app.

The moment the bell rang he ignored his friends and made a beeline to you. You were packing up your things to go home and do your homework, but the blonde guy stopped you. "Hey..." He sounded kind of nervous, you raised an eyebrow confused. "I heard that you hack apps. "He smirked trying to hide how nervous he was feeling. You looked at your friends who were waiting for you, they shrugged they surely didn't tell anyone right? "I mean, yeah, but I can't do it to anyone, they can take down all of the hacked accounts." His smirk dropped so fast, he was about to drop down to his knees and start pleading you to hack that app (absolutely not because he wanted to spend more time with you) Until you agreed to do it. You told to him to meet up at your house so you could do it through your computer and the pass the archives to his phone. That day, he went back home skiping and smiling like he heard the best news of his life. His friend group looked at his so confused, why was he acting as if he was in a disney movie?

Stan: He reminds you of a wet dog, somehow.

He was doing his homework while listening to music, however he started to get bored. Why was homework obligatory anyways? He decided to go out for a walk, he put his headphones on and went out his house.

He felt the cold air hit his face, it was somewhat comforting. He made his way to Stark's Pond, away from his house. As he approached the lake he saw a very familiar figure crouching. He squinted his eyes and he realized it was you. Oh no... He started feeling sick, not in a bad way, of course. He tried to calm himself down, he didn't want to puke in front of you; that would make him look like a total loser! But he also didn't want lose this opportunity to be with you, and alone. As he approached you his eyes turned to the small creature that was between your hands. A small puppy whined between your soft hands as you pet it. Oh how he wanted to switch places with the small canine.

Nowadays, he has that day marked in the calendar beucase he had managed to talk to you and have a whole conversation without puking! Kyle overheard you telling your friends how people shouldn't abandon their pets in the middle of the road. He told that to Stan and both of them started a whole ass FBI research about animal shelters near South Park so Stan could talk to you about it.

After finding the perfect one, he sat next to you at lunch and told you about it. You looked really exicted to go there and he subtly suggested you to go with him. The moment you accepted he excused himself and ran as fast as he could to the nearest bathroom.

Kyle: He relies on you when Cartman starts an absurd debate.

Another day another stupid debate at class. Cartman was now saying how the people of the united states have been living in their lands since the beginning of times. And as always he didn't know what he was talking about. Kyle tried to confront him saying how he was making everything up, but he gave up as soon as he got insulted.

You were getting really, really annoyed. It was always the same thing in history class. The teacher would say what you all were going to learn that day, Cartman talked out loud and started a debate. Most of the time it would be about how the Jewish manipulated everyone into thinking that they were the victims. Anyways, this time was really stupid, and you decided to step in. "Cartman, in which state are we?" You asked out loud, everyone looked at you as if you asked the dumbest question ever, this was part of your plan though. "Colorado, duh." He said with a confident tone. "Okay, the name is in spanish, why? Because the spanish were here before you, and in the east side; the British. Oh, and before that, the native americans were here." You explained calmly, you wouldn't let him get to your nerves. "Oh yeah? And how you explain that I'm speaking english right now?" He fired back with a nervous and angry tone. Before you could speak, Kyle talked. "That doesn't matter, fatass! Just admit that you're wrong, I wanna go home." He said. "Shut up you fucking manipulative Jew!" You sighed and rolled your eyes, "he's so fucking retarded." You said and Kyle, who was near you, agreed.

After class, Kyle approached you, he put his hand on your shoulder and smiled to you. "Thank you for helping me in history class." He was red in the face, for him, you were like a greed god/goddes, you were smart, pretty, calm... He admired you so much, but he knew he wouldn't stand a chance with you. Anyways, you smiled to him and told him that it was nothing. "I just read books, not like Cartman." You said and he laughed.

From that day, he started offering you to go to the library together and suggested to study together. He liked to be with you and talk to you, he felt like he could be himself and express his concers and have deep talks with you. Every night he dreamed about holding you in his arms to sleep. AHEM, he started to talk to you more and prayed to every singled existing god to make you notice him in the same way he noticed you.

Cartman: Your grandma is cupid now.

You always had a bunch of candy inside you backpack. Why? You didn't even know, honestly. Every time you visited your grandma's house she always gave one candy, 'in case you were hungry at some point and you couldn't eat properly.' She always was worried that you had eaten properly, because, in her opinion, you were too skinny. You weren't. It was just her grandma-vision that saw everyone too skinny. You ate properly every day and ate healthy, you weren't too fat nor too skinny. Just how a human body would look.

However, one time, you stomach growled more than usual. You took out one of your grandma's candy secretly so the teacher wouldn't see you eating in class. Unfortunately, a bored fatass- oops sorry, I mean Cartman. He was looking around maybe wondering who his next victim was going to be or thinking about how to exterminate jews without his mother trying to stop him for the 100th time. From the corner of his eye he saw you taking out a small candy from your backpack. He smirked, should he blackmail you? Or trick you into something that benefitted him the most? It was you we are talking about here. In his words, he somewhat tolerated you, but everyone knew that he liked you. He was very obvious with it, to be honest. Like always picking on you or mentioning you into every single conversation or speech.

Now, after class, he approached with that shit eating grin of his and poked you shoulder to get your attention. "What do you want?" You said suspiciously, you knew that Cartman always found his way for everything. "Do you have candy to spare?" Of course he saw you and of course he would ask you to have some. You told him that you didn't have more, which was an answer he didn't like. He walked away annoyed, he really wanted that candy. Or did he just wanted an excuse to talk to you? ... Both, probably both, but the candy had more priority.

So, he started sitting next to you in class, hoping you would give him some. You refused to let him win what he wanted, but after some weeks of him talking your ear off about how he wanted to get elected class delegate or how he wanted to ruin Kyle's day, you gave up. "Okay, if I give you the damn candy will you shut the fuck up?" You whispered annoyed, your eyes darted to the teacher who was boredly explaining some equations, you wanted to punch that smirk of his. He had won the battle. He tried to ignore that tingly feeling he sensed when your hand brushed his as you gave him the candy.

From then on, he sat next to you in every class, not only because you gave him candy to shut up, but also because he got the chance to talk to you and nobody (except the teacher) interrumpted you two.

[robin374]

Wanted to join the trend!

Tumblr keep the good quality on the photos challenge.

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HI GUYS!!!

So since I am like an old man with tumblr and I don't know how to use it, I made another account called @robbieen2 which I will be using from now on for my drawings :)

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I love them guys

If you know which photo I used as a reference I love you

[robin374]

How are you doing, Rob? It nice to see you active here once again :)

Hi!! I'm doing pretty good honestly, I'm a little bit stressed with my university's essays and work but nothing I can't handle.

I felt a little bad for abandoning this blog so I'm back again YEAAH

I really love to write requests af it makes y'all happy then I'm happy too!! <<<333

[robin374]

Hi!!! Hope you are doing great :3

Could you write some headcanons with S/O finding out that engie and pyro are ticklish? Just a playful thingy, feel free to ignore!

(Although tell me if you do, so I won't wait like a pup outside a store /hi)

A/N: I'M SO SORRY FRO MAKING YOU WAIT here you have your request, it was very fun to write it!!

You found out he was ticklish the moment you accidentally poked his side while you helped him carry some boxes to his workshop. He jumped as he let out a small "Oh!". Your reaction was to apologize, however, the moment you realized that he jumped because he was ticklish you started doing it more.

As for Pyro, you found out they were ticklish in the common room, you wanted to give them a scare and decided to poke at their sides. You've never saw Pyro move that fast in your live, they quickly turned around and started scolding you.

Whenever Engie was near you, you poked his side making him jump and then you laughed but he sometimes threatened you with returning those tickles one day. The following days you were a bit tense and alert so he could not get you by suprise, but the days passed by and you didn't get those tickles back. So, you let your guard down.

Yeah, so, when they both noticed that you let your guard down. They took advantage and convinced everyone except you to plan a 'tickle attack'. Soldier offered to draw the plan on the strategy board that he usually used to explain RED Team's new attacking plans. Medic offered to sleep you with cloroform and the tie you a chair so they could tickle you, but that was clearly rejected from everyone except Pyro, who saw it as a game.

Finally, the plan went smoothly and you were at your suspected position: taking a good nap on the common room's sofa. You looked so relaxed and comfortable. Oh how they were going to enjoy this revenge... At the count of three everyone jumped at you and started tickling you, you woke up startled by Demo's war cry and Heavy's loud laugh. You screamed and laughed because of the tickles and when they stopped you saw Engie and Pyro approaching with their hands up. They obviously won the tickle war and now you're afraid to tickle them again.

[robin374]

Okay, I’ve seen your platonic head canons of kid reader meeting their father (alastor), now, if it’s okay with you, may I request husker x daughter reader (platonic) where husker couldn’t take care of reader in their human life, so he gave her up when she was a kid. Unfountky, reader when they were a teen and taken to hell, but unlike the other hell citizens, reader is very shy and pretty meek, and knowing she would survive in hell alone and after hearing about the hazbin hotel, she goes there for safety. Anything after is up to you!

You were not a talkative demon, everuone could tell. You always avoided danger and any problems that could affect you, but it wasn't because you were afraid, on the contrary, you just didn't want to be a burden. Talking to people made you nervous, why? Maybe because you thought you had been a burden in your past live. You couldn't remember your father, he died long ago and you too, but you sure rememebered those afternoon's where you couldn't eat anything because your father didn't have any money. Or those times where he forgot about you the whole night and didn't come home until morning. You managed to stay alive until you were 15 by stealing bread and clothes, then one cold winter, you died from hypothermia.

When you fell down to hell, everything was chaothic, which you didn't like. After wanfering around for days, you saw an advertisement about a hotel where people who wanted to redeem themselves went. You weren't quite sure if it was reliable, but the employees sure seemed kind. Except the Radio Demon, of course, you've heard what type of things he did when he fell to Hell.

The moment you arrived you were greeted with a very exicted princess. She shook your hand eagerly and showed you around with a kind face on her face. However, she noticed that you weren't very extroverted, so she decided to leave you be and get comfortable. You saw that there was like a small bar where an arachnid-like demon was talking to another cat-like demon. You felt a little bit confident and walked towards them to star a little conversation. As you were approaching you noticed one thing, the cat like demon looked a lot like you. You were so confused that you didn't notice the barstools in front of you, you lost a little bit of your balance and before you could fall a hand grabbed you from your jacket. The arachnid demon looked at you simpathetically and helped you stand up. He introduced himself and his friend, then, Angel Dust sat back on his seat. Husker's gaze was on you for a little longer, maybe he was wondering why he looked like you? After a small chat you decided that it was enough socializing for that day.

One day, you were feeling down because you missed your hometown and you couldn't go back. SUddenly, you noticed a glass of your favorite non-alcoholic drink slid towards you. You looked at it for a second and then your gaze focused on Husk who was cleaning a glass on the other side of the bar. "You can talk to the barman. I'll listen." He said with a small understanding smile. Then, at that moment, you tought that he was the only one that you could consider a friend. He never complained about how you were always quiet, or how you refused to do the little games that Charlie proposed.

That's why you decided to give him your trust and talk about what was burdening you. You told him how you missed your hometown, which apparently was the same as his, and how you thought that you didn't enjoy your life enough. Hell, you even told him that your dad neglected you. However, he answered back when you said that: "Maybe he felt bad about it." was his excuse. You just shrugged and continued talking, but he interrumpted you again.

"I had a daughter. I know I wasn't a good father but I loved her with all my heart. Every night, I went to a bar and tried to gamble for money, I was good, but there is always a bigger fish, I guess. Whenever I won a little bt of money I thought to myself, 'you should play another round a double it' but I never won that round. I always went back to my house in the morning and with my pockets empty. I felt so bad. Then, when I died, the las thing I thought about was her."

You couldn't believe it. That story sounded a lot at how you father behaved. You kept quiet, you still didn't believe it. As he walked around the bar to be at your side every single memory of you and your father came back to your young mind. Tears breamed your eyes, you sniffed and hid your face behind your hands. You felt his warm and fluffy body hug your smaller one, it was a warmth that you had never felt, you couldn't compare it to the distant warmth that Hell realeased. It was a warmth that you had been wanting to feel since you were born.

"Let me start over, Y/N. I'll the best father you'll ever imagine." He said his husky voice made you relax and stop crying for a moment, when your breath was constant again you looked at him. "You already are." You said as you felt tears falling down your eyes again. Maybe Hell wasn't so bad after all.

[robin374]

Thank you for writing for tf2 and rdr2

My soul and heart needed you so much 😩

OMG thank you ❤️❤️❤️❤️ i love you now LMAO

[robin374]

👋

HI GUYS I'M BACK !!!!

Wanted to remind y'all that request are OPEN. Sadly, I don't accept NSFW.

I will write for RDR2, TF2, HAZBIN HOTEL and SOUTH PARK (aged up for romatic relationships)

THANK YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT I LOVE YOU GUYS

Hello to you too my lovely anon!!! <3

[robin374]

do you suppose we could have some platonic Alastor headcanons with a reader who loves old fashioned things? (special interest go brrrr) like sure modern technology is nice and convenient and all that, but there’s just something so special about a vintage radio or gramophone.

I feel like he’d really appreciate someone who truly appreciates the style of the early/mid 1900’s

please and thank you🎙️♥️

Born and died in the wrong timeline

When you were alive, you saw the evolution of new technology. And ironically, you died because of one of the acclaimed automated cars, which apparently didn't know how to brake.

Everyone in your class had an own phone early, when they were 12 years old they already had it. You didn't seem to be excited to have one though, you just saw it as a thing to communicate with other people, just like old telephones and even letters. You received your first phone when you were 15, and for the suprise of your you parents, you didn't use it much.

At university, you decided to go for a history degree, you've always liked to see old technology. From the first radio to planes and even tanks. But what amazed you the most, was how the humankind managed to create a device where you could talk to someone kilometers (miles for the americans, love u guys <3) away. That's why, when you finished your history degree you decided to specialize in audiovisual communication history.

Your death was pretty unfair to be honest, you were young and you were in the wrong place and at the wrong time. You happened to be getting out of an antiques store after having saved enough money for the antique telephone. You swore that you had looked both ways the moment you were going to walk through the crosswalk, but you didn't hear the hybrid automated car going to 90km/h in a city area, which was illegal. Then, it hit you, you didn't even feel pain, you just saw the light approaching quickly and then... boom. Everything black.

You woke up to some screams and insults, were you alive? Really? Did you survive that massive hit? Your body manged to gain enough energy to open your eyes. You gasped, why was the sky red? "Oh, just because the little princess wants to be nice ans save a newbie, I've got to fuck off and wait. I'm the boss of I.M.P, woman! I've got some work to do!" Then, the man - at least you thought it was a man- bypassed you and the supposed princess, and drove to somewhere. She apologized for the attitude of her people and introduced herself as Charlie, the Princess of Hell. Wait... Hell? How did you end up down there? Was it because you stole those alcohol bottles from the gorcery store in your town? Really?

Now to the actual ask (LMAO SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY).

Once you had settled in your room and made friends with everyone, you wanted to have a walk around and see if there was anything interesting in the streets. Interesting in terms of: "Let's see if there's an antique store since there's people of all epochs!" And not in terms of: "Oh someone is fucking that dismembered body! I'm going to back away!"

Near Cannibal Town you saw what now is one of your favourites stores in all Hell. An antiques store where they sell technologies and objects from every single decade since after the roman empire. You spent most of your days there, not that you had anything better to do, you even got to know the owner of the store.

However, one day, you entered the store and just before you could greet the owner, you saw a familiar face. Alastor was there with a 1920s, a Gloritone Chapel Radio to be specific. You must've look really really shocked because the moment you entered and freezed there, the owner tried to explain that Alastor was a friend too.

"No need to be afraid, Y/N! Alastor is my friend too!" What the heeelll???? Oh my god no wayayayyy (y'know that audio?)

Alastor was suprised to see you there too. He didn't expect you, a young devil who died not so long ago, in an antique store. Most of the youngsters were looking at Vox's television and getting hypnotized by them. So, why were you there? "Hello there, dear Y/N! I was looking for a radio to decorate the hotel's lobby, want to help me?" He was actually testing you, to see if you just happened to be there beucase of coincidence or not. "Erm, I actually think that a Philleta Radio would suit more the aesthetic of the Hazbin Hotel." Ho was flabbergasted, he didn't know anyone, except for himself to know that much about radios. "It's a radio from the 70s - 80s..." You said a bit insecure now that no one was saying anything. "Or the one that Alastor is holding is also a good option." You really didn't want to make him mad. After having a small debate about which radio was the best, you and alastor decided that the Gloritone Chapel Radio was the best option. Alastor said that "to make you happy" he would decorate it with some leaves around.

After that encounter, you and the radio demon bacame really good friends. You found out that he was just an old man who liked his hobby -without counting the killing one- , and he found out that you were a young person who had been born in the wrong generation.

He always sad things like: "Oh if justyou saw the golden years of the radio...!" "You youngsters don't know how it was to listen to the radio all day!"

Since that day, Charlie proclaimed you two as the Radio Besties. Alastor preferred the term of "the cultured ones" but you know, Charlie is on her own happy world.

He's either on your room looking at your old devices and having a little more faith for the humanity up there or he's dragging you down the stairs to listen to the radio.

When he found out that you were also interested in old television he got a little mad at you. He said things like: "You can't do things like these with a television" or "Television makes demons dumb, just look at them." As he showed you demons watching porn. He was just trying to convince you that radio was better than the radio. However, when you told him that people still listened to the radio in the 21st century he calmed down. Just a little bit, though.