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"This selfshipper is autistic!" userbox, requested by @reeselovesfoblog

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"This user's F/Os hates proshippers!" userbox, requested by 🍄 anon

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"This selfshipper dances with their beloved" userbox, requested by @voidlesslove

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"This user thinks you are so valid and it's so cool we share F/Os*" userbox, requested by anon

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"This selfshipper is comfortable sharing some f/os, but not others" userbox, requested by @glitch-is-really-cringe

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[id: a light yellow userbox with a brown border and brown text that reads “this user loves doors.” on the left is an image the doors logo. /end id]

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[id: a mustard yellow usebox with a dark red border and dark red text that reads "this user finds comfort in fictional characters <3". on the left is an image of a dark red star. /end id]

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[id: a light pink userbox with a pastel pink border and pastel pink text that reads "this user thinks you deserve to be happy." on the left is an image of a pink heart /end id]

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wising you a very sleeping on your f/os chest so you can hear their hearbeat or vice versa. wishing you a very instinctively moving towards one another and pulling eachother close and holding on tighter in sleep. wishing you a very one quietly talking to the other who's spouting off sleeptalk-nonsense in loose responses. wishing you a very ignoring blankets in favor of eachothers warmth. wishing you a very kisses to the crown of the forehead and the cheek and the collarbone and the shoulder and the crook of the jaw right where it meets the neck. ok?

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If you’re someone who tends to stay up late, imagine your f/o FUCKING GRABBING YOU BECAUSE IT’S TIME TO GO TO BED. THEY DON’T CARE HOW MUCH YOU FIGHT OR COMPLAIN, IT’S TIME TO SLEEP. THEY WILL PHYSICALLY DRAG YOU TO BED IF THEY HAVE TO.

And then you guys can cuddle in bed yaaay

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This post was stolen from a proshipper!!! Proships fvck off ^-^

Imagine your usually cold f/o cuddling you. contrary to their demeanor, their arms are warm around you, embracing your body close to theirs. it might not show on their face and they might not express it much through words, either, but you can tell by their heartbeat that they're glad to have you with them.

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Hiii!! Just want to say i adore your writing, it's so descriptive and you can feel the love from every sentence!!

I was just wondering if you could write a stone x fem!reader who's an artist street performer and loves drawing him and the gang? (But mostly him hsjsks) TYSM IN ADVANCE!!!!

Pretty Boy, Pretty Painting

Stone x Fem! Reader

a/n: he’s so AUGHH

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“Stay in that pose…” You said, your eyes flickered from your canvas, then back at Stone. He groaned, before he sat up straight. Your paint brush glided against the canvas, you captured every detail of Stone. From his nose, to his lips, to small scars from past inconveniences. “How beautiful…” You muttered, staring at your unfinished work.

“What was that?” Stone perked up, raising an eyebrow. “Nothing!”

“Paint me next!” Vinnie whined as she peeked over your shoulder. “It looks like Stone!” She said, pointing at the canvas. “That’s because it is him.” “I knew that…!”

Stone eyes were wide, he stared at the portrait of himself, his cheeks burned. “Me next!” Skipp said. Vinnie shoved him to the side. “Me!” Vinnie sat in the chair across from you. “Stay still.” You said sternly. Before you began to paint.

After a while, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your body from behind. “Eh—?” “Thank you…” Stone muttered. You blushed.

“Could you please not do that in front of me.” Vinnie gagged.

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okay,so Stone has slight Irish accent as we all know so that means he can speak Irish,right? So what if stone calls fem!reader by Irish pet name but she doesn’t know what it means? Like “A ghrá” which means “love” or “A mhuirnín” which mean “Darling”?? You can choose if you want him as a Yandere or not for this one! love your fanfics,it makes my day<3

A Ghrá

Stone x Reader

a/n: AUGHHH

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“Good job, a ghrá.” Stone said, his hand resting on top of your head. You huffed. “What are you even calling me?” You asked, fixing your hair. “It could mean anything.” Stone said, titling his head to the side as he puffed out smoke. Your eyebrows furrowed. “I’m so confused.” You muttered, frowning.

Stone shrugged, rolling his eyes. His gaze went off to the side. He knew that if you were to found out what it really meant—he wouldn’t hear the last of it until the day he dies.

“Stone! What does it mean?” You asked, following him from behind. “Don’t worry about it, a ghrá.” He said, glancing over to him, before he continued to walk. You groan, before running after him.

“How about we play a game?” You asked, titling your head to the side. “I don’t like games.” He said, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. “It will be asking questions to whatever this name you’re calling me is.” You said, smiling. Stone rolled his eyes. “Fine.”

“Great!” You clapped, titling your head to the side. “Does it mean something bad?” Stone glanced off, he wasn’t sure if it would be bad towards you. “..hm…I guess.” He said, shrugging.

“Is it something meaningful?” “Yes.” He answer without hesitation. “I say it’s meaningful.” “If it means something meaningful I will kill you!” You huffed.

“Does it mean…something sweet?” “…sure.” He said, rolling his eyes. Your eyes light up, your cheeks turned a soft pink color. “Really?” You asked, titling your head to the side as you smiled.

“Is it something cute?” “…it means love.” He muttered as he glanced away. “I don’t like you though.” He said. You froze, your eyes widened.

“VINNIE DID YOU GET THAY?!” Skipp asked, yelling over to Vinnie. “YES!”

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nonhuman f/o(s) who don’t have a heart that love hearing your heartbeat… pressing a head to your chest and feeling calm and comforted at the sound, some sort of hand on your neck or wrist to feel your pulse. feeling/hearing it get slower when you enter sleep, along with your breathing amidst the background noise that lull them to sleep if they need it, or your heartbeat quickening when an intimate moment is shared between you and them

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breathes for air I WAS THAT ONE ANON THAT SAW YOU IN THE DARK DECEPTION FANDOM LONG AGO so I see ur taking Doors requests may I May I request a fluffy Seek x reader thank you so much (vanishes)

Hi hello! Good to see you again even if I don't quite remember you, anyway, here’s the goop man you ordered, my dearest apologies for taking so long, life has been a mess This will be a one-shot sort of thing, I hope that's okay! Honestly I missed writing, I have to do this more often again, finally clean the dust off this ole blog

CW/TW// Description of wound, wound, mention of needles(in a stinging feeling way), blood, general injury

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“Scrapes” // [Seek x Reader, fic, fluff]

Seek and you had been a couple for a couple of weeks now, the rest of the hotel’s entities still don't know this, and Seek would honestly rather keep it that way, it’s none of their business anyway.

How come? Well regardless if they told the others, they’d still kill you the same if you end up getting caught unless Seek manages to convince them to not kill you outright, which is hard to do, some of the entities simply don't give a fuck, it doesn't matter, nothing changes aside the fact they know, and your beloved — don't get him wrong he adores everyone in the hotel like family — but he doesn't trust everyone enough to not let that fact slip to Jack, the Hotel’s founder, one of them anyway.

Jack is… he’d never let him live it down, not to mention the entity would either kill you permanently or turn you into one of them as Seek’s punishment for being anything more than a monster designed and ordered to kill any Players in Jack’s twisted game of… what even would this be? Tag? Hide and Seek? He doesn't know and he doesn't care.

And despite your relationship, you still attempt to leave the hotel, repeating the same routine over and over as you wake up in the lobby, get to the hotel, go through and either die to someone or get to the elevator. Seek doesn't mind, he doesn’t blame you, he’d also try to leave if he were still human like you, he does give you an easier time to escape his corridor when he needs to pop up, being intentionally slower or pretend to be stuck in his own sludge to give you a head start, he doesn't want to kill you, he hates doing that, so he rigs his hallway for you to escape, more so, he rigs himself more than his hallway.

At the moment, Seek had been waiting for you to get to his level, his brother Hide alerting him of you coming near, Hide is the only one who does know of your relationship, the sibling is far too shy to talk with anyone else nor do they even like Jack to interact with the entity further than a greeting, he was grateful for that at least.

He heard footsteps enter the hallway from under the floorboards, waiting as this could be a different person, he never knew, the floorboards were especially hard to peek through, so he waited until he heard the knock he told you to do. Once you tapped your shoe in the rhythm he taught you, he excitedly seeped through the boards into a puddle on the ground before forming into his usual humanoid shape.

“Salutations, my darling, how have you been-” he stopped, mid-way into fixing his tie, looking at your slumped form, puffy red eyes and occasional sniffles, you’ve been crying, he took another moment to look over you…

One of your arms was bloody, soaked almost. He had a hunch of who did this, but wasn't sure if it was correct.

You weren’t sad per se, more in pain than anything, he figured the pain was enough to bring you to tears, it stung his heart to see you this way. He looked at you softly as she tilted his head slightly, offering his hand to you, you took it as he silently led you to the next room, the library that would be usually falling apart when players came by, now intact had many bookshelves, chairs, lamps and drawers, including a big couch he sat you down on

He opened the window next to you both, taking a first aid kit from one of the tar covered arms that usually showed themselves on the last stretch of your lover’s chase, he closed the window as the arm slithered back into the void outside, sitting down next to you as he opened the kit and reached a hand to you, silently asking for your injured arm as you rubbed your eyes from their wetness.

“So… tell me dear, what happened?” he spoke softly lifting your sleeve and taking a look at the damage, your arm still soaked in blood, he could assume a chunk of skin was missing

“... I got scratched by Ambush…” you leaned against the couch as you winced at the burning sensation the air hitting your wound gave you, Seek gave you a side glance, he wanted further explanation, you let out a sigh “I got ambushed by Ambush, almost buffered my timing and his particles grazed my arm real bad-” you hissed in pain and tensed as Seek suddenly had a warm wet towel in hand, patting your wound gently, you got confused for a moment before realizing the arm probably brought it to him again, you could feel light cold spots on the towel caused by it getting wet by the rain outside

“I see, well I am glad you didn’t meet your demise today.” he stated as he cleaned the blood, he could see the wound more clearly now as the blood was mostly clean aside the new blood starting to pool again, you had a chunk of skin missing as if someone had ripped part of your skin with wax or something similar, the skin under incredibly reddish and sensitive

He was surprised to hear that Ambush had caused this, he was almost certain that Screech was the culprit, this critter sometimes took out more than he could chew, including chunks of skin or flesh. 

The entity heard your nails scratch the couch as you gripped the seat, he felt your arm tense in his hold as he patted the wound with a dry towel before applying an antibiotic to it, stopping for a moment to press a kiss to your temple as you groaned in pain

“My dearest apologies this hurts so much, but as is the nature of healing, I have to do this, Dove.” He said, gently rubbing his forehead to the side of your head as he continued to apply the ointment, the burning was going away, but it was still there to sting, like needles to your arm, you winced before laying your head on his shoulder as he began bandaging the injury, sighing in relief as the pain subsided a bit, there was nothing he could do if this lead into needing stitches, he’s no medical profession nor can those claws of his sew at all

Leaning his head on top of yours as he took your hand in his, he spoke

“Due to the nature of the hotel, You’ll heal far quicker than you would usually, however we’ll still need to treat it and change the bandages until it is healed.” You hummed in exhaustion, acknowledging what he told you as you relaxed against him, at least you were with him now, you could relax for a while until he had to go again to do whatever with the other players that came around.

“Thank you, Seek…” you mumbled as he moved to hold you, deciding to pull you on top of him as you laid himself down on the couch, you obliged and moved yourself as he silently wanted cuddles. He made sure your injured arm wouldn't be disturbed or put any pressure on as he held you, your head on his chest as he laid kisses on your head, you giggled, there we go

“Hm… Other than that unfortunate event, what else did you do today, my dear?” he moved a hand to rub your back, your legs tangled as you sighed over the comforting movement along your spine, “Well… I talked with a couple new people that end up here, poor guys were freaking out…” you chuckled, “but otherwise things were fine, same old, I did see Halt today, it’s always interesting to see them as they don't often show up…”

Your lover hummed, delightfully surprised at the mention of his ghostly friend, “ah, they came around, how lovely. Have you ever tried striking a conversation?” he looked down at you softly as his hand moved to play with your hair now “I tried yea, but they never respond, I see they get surprised at it though, I don't think they expect anything other than silence from Players that know their deal or freaking out to themselves.” you laughed, Seek let out a chuckle as well

“Ah yes, they are never one to chat too much, it’s alright though, I’m sure they’ll come around eventually if you really want them to.” he assured, closing his eye as he felt your heartbeat and warmth against him, he was usually always cold, it comforted him to feel your form against him, assure him that you're still here, alive and breathing.

You closed your eyes as well, both resting in comfortable silence as you feel the rise and fall of his chest, once you mentioned his constant stillness whenever you two cuddle is slightly unnerving, so he makes an effort to imitate breathing, something he hasn't done in so long, it took him a while to get used to it again, but he says it's also comforting to him, reminding him he’s still human in a way, you wonder how he does it.

Eventually he felt your hand that rested on his shoulder slide and fell to the cushions, he chuckled silently as he opened his eye to find you comfortably asleep on his chest, he went back to rubbing your back as you cuddled more into him in your sleep. One of the big arms opened the window quietly and draped a blanket over the two of you before slithering back into the void and closing the window, Seek listened to your gentle snores and the rain hitting the walls outside, for such a day to end in comfort and warmth, he never thought he’d have a moment like this before you showed up.

He carefully moved to press a kiss to the top of your head before laying his head back down, maybe he could get some shut-eye himself, he doesn't quite remember how sleeping feels like anymore, what a lovely way to try that again.

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f/o(s) who understand you’ve been hurting or have been hurt. who cares for you so deeply that they’d never ever think of leaving you, even at your lowest of moments. who will willingly listen to you about everything and anything, even if it seems silly or stupid. who will reassure you no matter how much you ask, no matter how repetitive it seems, because they truly believe that you deserve to be cared for.

or, f/o(s) who are also trying to heal from hurt as well. who are thankful for even what seems to be simply just your presence by their side, because they find peace in you. who appreciate even the smallest efforts because your help means enough to them already. shared conversations of “have you eaten?” “oh, not yet…” “then let’s eat together,” or telling them to rest because you want them to be well and they want you to be well, too

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🍰 If you have non-human f/os that don't have birthdays, f/os who are ancient and don't remember their birthday, or perhaps weren't 'born' at all... Imagine throwing them a birthday party!

🍰 Imagine baking them a cake and watching them excitedly blowing out the candles, spoiling them with gifts and spending the whole day with them.

🍰 even if they don't like celebrating or parties, maybe instead you spend time doing their favourite hobbies and making them feel special.

🍰 imagine they enjoy their fake birthday so much, that it becomes a designated day where you celebrate their existence every year!

🍰 bonus points if they're a villain or reserved person who's never experienced anything so fun and wholesome. they felt like they couldn't enjoy these kinds of things, but you changed that for them.