#once all the horrors are over we have to make it there.....children are so precious families are so precious....

[lunarharp]

being attached to that moment qifrey held a baby one time and my ideas for the future :)

[wavykade]

Behind Blue Eyes

Pairing: Yandere Dante x gn!Reader.

Warnings: stalking, manipulating, unhealthy behavior.

Word count: 0.8k

Note: ❗The plot is taken from the c.ai bot Yandere Dante by FallofFall. I am not the author of this idea.❗

When Dante said he would help you get rid of the stalker, you believed him. After all, he was your last hope - incredibly fast, strong, and renowned as the Legendary Devil Hunter.

You believed him when he said it would be safer for you to stay at Devil May Cry. You believed him when those angelically pure, blue eyes sparkled with a demonic glint, while his hands held you securely, but too tightly. Whispering sweet words of comfort in your ear and sending shivers down your spine with his noble intention to calm your raging fear, which he himself had planted in you.

Blindly, you did not notice the obvious signs of alarm: he was always by your side, watching over you, because as he said, "the stalker was much more dangerous than he thought." Dante had you wrapped around his finger, isolating you, cultivating the fear of going outside.

But you found out. Found out, clutching the smooth surface of the photograph tightly with trembling fingers, so intimately hidden in the bottom drawer of his desk. Dozens of photos. And in every single one - only you. When you smiled brightly, casually chatting with your friend at a café. Rosy cheeks... a gleam of happiness in your eyes. When you stood naked, examining yourself in the mirror after a shower, appraisingly running your eyes over your figure. Wet hair, droplets of water beading on your skin...

Dante was swiftly going insane.

Have you ever considered how difficult it was back then to just watch, just observe you, seeing you naked but unable to approach you, agonizing over how tight his pants were. Dante's cock was standing, stretching the fabric of his pants. The painful pressure building inside him only fueled the madness.

Dante endured, clenching his jaw to the point of sweet pain in an attempt to maintain composure as a fire burned inside him. His demonic side went crazy in your presence, his head spinning, his breath deepening, and his eyes sinfully darkening with the desire to touch, no... to be close to you and kiss your lips until only his name remained on your tongue. To make sure you were safe by his side, that he wouldn't lose someone as precious as you. Again.

Human minds are like unpredictable weather conditions: one moment everything shines with sunshine and rainbows, and the next we are faced with storms and hurricanes. We convince ourselves of something so strongly that it becomes our truth - our guiding light leading us through the darkness towards that horizon, like in children's fairy tales.

But then doubt creeps in, slowly but surely, seeping into our thoughts until the seeds sown earlier start to take root, growing stronger day by day, until eventually everything we once believed crumbles around us, leaving nothing but confusion, disappointment, perhaps even anger.

But what if it all comes crashing down in a single moment? Breaking the fragile trust that once shattered, is unlikely to be repaired. Like a delicate flower easily broken down under the weight of even the slightest prejudice.

Once impassive fingers, now becoming uncontrollable performers of your trembling body, danced an awkward dance between disappointment and horror. Fear embraced the shaking hands, as if giving them a final touch of a dying star.

There was no way back for you from the very beginning, as soon as your foot stepped into his office.

With grace, Dante gained your trust. With each joke, each moment of joy and playful word, you immersed yourself deeper into his charm, like a whirlwind that mesmerizes and does not let go until the end. But only an experienced hunter knows how to hide the truth behind his mask, and in Dante's gaze, echoes of a dark nature flickered, which he skillfully swept under the positive mask of a desirable conversationalist. However, this darkness, exulting in his eyes, tainted all his beauty.

In the end, you trusted when his face shone with a playful smile, you trusted when he was merry and relaxed. You trusted when he wanted you to.

Now you feel how the atmosphere of the surrounding room involuntarily tightens with every one of his gazes, filling you with a trembling from head to toe. Every movement of Dante's, as if carefully calculated, forces you to retreat, like a fleeing little animal, until you find yourself a compressed stone between him and the cold wall. You feel that the air slows down, it becomes harder for you to breathe, and your previously strong heart suddenly sinks into a abyss of fear. An icy shiver runs down your spine, as if a laser is drawing flickering wavy patterns on your skin. A trap.

That's what it was originally.

You believed, and he locked you up. You believed, and he betrayed you.

You trusted those angelically blue eyes, devoid of God's mercy.

[81buttons]

'Our divine idylle'

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐕: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

Mauders Era! Remus Lupin x OC

you can also find this fanfic in french on my wattpad

masterlist ‘Our divine idylle’

summary: The sound of footsteps, soft words from parents, a few tears from mothers and children, the train ready to leave - this is the normal atmosphere of a new school year. Like every Hogwarts students, they met for the first time in the train, but little did they know at the time that from that moment on they would never let go of each other… Lucy Gilmore, come from a large and noble pure-blood family, and has just started her first year at Hogwarts. It was simple, she had to get on the train, sit next to the other children from pure-blood families, pray to get into Slytherin, make her parents proud, finish her studies, find herself a good husband, have male heirs and play the perfect wife for the rest of her life… That was plan A, but she didn't want to follow it and literally threw it away. She loves reading, playing Quidditch and playing pranks on the Slytherins. She's determined to go against her family and enjoy her life at Hogwarts with her friends. However, she never thought anything would happen to disrupt her 'plan B'. From practical jokes to shaky plans of attack and dubious outings to Honeydukes, follow the adventures of our favourite Hogwarts gang.

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"Today, my friends, the situation is serious. Our precious HQ has been attacked, even though the perpetrator of this violation remains anonymous, we all know who did it, don't we?"

"Yes, sir!"

"And who did it?"

"The Slytherins, sir!"

"And what are these Slytherins going to do?"

"They're going to pay, sir!"

"Very well, soldiers, at ease. Deputy James, can you show us the attack plan?"

"Why am I not the deputy?"

"Because my plans are better than yours."

"That's not true, and besides!"

"It is true!"

"It's not true!"

"It is true."

"It's not true!"

"It is true! Remus, tell him, it's true that my plans are better than his!"

"I don't want to get involved in the debate," nonchalantly replied the concerned one without even raising an eyebrow from his book.

They were all gathered in the common room to, I quote, "study the best revenge plan possible to put an end to the reign of terror of the dreadful Slytherins," at least according to Sirius.

Peter, in a corner, was quietly listening to the conversation while munching on cream puffs.

"Peter, tell him! Isn't it true that I always have the best plans?"

"Um, sorry Jamie, but I-I think Lucy also has very good plans and good attack strategies, and yours fail... how should I say... quite often..."

"What?!"

"See, I told you!"

"Betrayed by my own friend!! What a tragic tale!"

"Enough! Remember who the common enemy is in this story."

"The Slytherins, sir!"

"Good, I will explain what we are going to do."

...

"Sirius, are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Relax, Remus, no one is awake at this hour."

"I have an idea, what if..."

"That's an excellent idea, James."

"For once, you have good ideas..."

...

The next day, the Slytherins woke up with horror. Their day had started quite well, happy to have gotten back at those damn Gryffindors, they didn't think they would retaliate so soon. But when they went down to their common room, horror! Red everywhere, from the floor to the ceiling.

Furniture in red, once dark green sofas, were now velvet red, pillows were even worse, golden, and the carpet was a bright red. And if that wasn't bad enough, the Slytherin emblem on the wall had been tagged over, in red, of course.

A curious first-year approached and read the inscription...

"What are the 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙪𝙧𝙨?"

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I hope you enjoy the beginning of the story (again, sorry for any mistakes;)"

[brandwhorestarscream]

Lets begin with this.

Your earthspark-morph AU is amazing. It flows so well with Dotties character and the whole idea that we never really get told why she's missing her leg; just that it was lost in battle. Also? Megs 100% would offer her a spot in the hive after that. Like, she saved 2 of his kids. The least he can do is offer her protection against the autobots, who are now undoubtedly going to kill her if she returns from the hive.

Also? I feel like the first thing that would happen after Dot and Megs negotiations would be Dot asking for Megs side of the war story. Cause she's definitely heard the Autobots side (Cons wanna take over the planet; they're all evil scum; experiment on bots for fun; yadda yadda.) She's seen all the propaganda. But she's military; she knows that's what it is. So she wants to know the other sides version. Something she would never be able to ask if not for the unique circumstances.

She learns the horrors of how morphs are treated; how the Autobots intended genocide is what kickstarted the war in the first place.

Shes shook.

Hey I'm glad you liked it!

The bots aren't gonna kill Dot tho. Why would they? It's not like they know she tried to stop the eggs from being smashed, and getting kidnapped by cybermorphs isn't exactly a crime

She is eventually gonna want to return to the surface. She has her whole life up there, family that she loves and friends she adores and a dream job as a park ranger to someday get to

She is with the hive for awhile, tho. The medical team stabilizes her, and manages to perform a proper amputation surgery to minimize the damage. It takes them awhile to make her an acceptable prosthetic: the perfect blend of cybertronian tech and cloned material harvested from her, allowing her to experience a sense of touch in her replacement limb. It moves with such precision the individual toes can wiggle. It's an engineering marvel, but ofc takes a bit of time to be fine tuned and ready for continuous use

While she's down there, she gets to know the morphs. They're... frighteningly familiar. They're so much like the autobots, so much like people, it's a wonder she had ever thought of them as monsters. They're... just people that look different. That's literally it. They laugh and have inside jokes and are actually rather affectionate with each other. They all have their place in their massive family, and the hivemind is a marvel. They don't even need to talk to each other to communicate! They treat her very well, grateful that she protected their unhatched siblings.

Speaking of said siblings! Megatron's jealously guarding them in the throne room, tucked safely in two honeycomb-like shells under constant watch from the praetorians and the queen himself. Dot is given permission to see them when she speaks with Megatron, who's also a lot more... docile, almost? Than she would have expected. Previously she'd only seen him in battle, where he was downright savage and acted entirely without mercy. But when he's comfortably at home in his hive, watching over his two eggs... he's much more quiet than she ever could have imagined. It's strange to think of him as peaceful, but that's all that really comes to mind seeing him relaxed in his throne and gently stroking the precious eggshells.

He agrees to let her return home once her leg has been fixed up. He's not keen on just letting a strange alien join his hive, though for now she is a welcome guest. He has no interest in keeping her as a pet or a companion or an unwilling prisoner. But in the days before she's ready to leave, they visit often. They talk. He tells her about his children, both living and dead. She confides in him about how she'd like to have children of her own someday but worries she never will. She asks about the war, eventually, why it started, and is shocked and horrified to hear about how awful Cybertron was for the less fortunate. Slavery isn't exactly that far away in humanity's past, and there's still inequalities based around something as trivial as "frame type" and "skin color". She can barely wrao her head around the idea of the good and honest autobots being slave drivers. She can't imagine the morphs living their entire lives in quarantine because they were considered dangerous and dirty. And then hearing that the fighting started because of an unprovoked bombing in sn attempt to genocide them--it's all too much. She's sick to her stomach, hearing all of that--those are the kinds of people she's been working with? That the government and humans as a whole were so happy to back and support?

Needless to say, when she leaves, she has every intention to resign from working with the bots, but only after giving them a piece of her mind (and maybe also blowing the whistle on them, idk I'm just rambling at this point)

[lichrisen]

        ⚔ ’   𝐍𝐘𝐋𝐍𝐘𝐒𝐀'𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐌. as she held it up to the  waning or radiant light of others , colours she had once saw the world in would flash out at her & transform into more brilliant hues . as the shadow fell & she found herself alone again , straying from the warmth of the living , the beauty of the crystal though preserved grew dull & harsh . made of nothing but sharp edges with memories of laughter, love & gentleness remained locked away deep within its chambers, protected by its hardened walls.

       she barely remembered the face of her mother nor the purr of the nightsaber that had bonded his life to hers. she barely remembered how in love she had once been with an elf druid who brought the rain and called down the stars.

      𝐍𝐘𝐋𝐍𝐘𝐒𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐋, & 𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐘, the scent of her own blood mixing with the earthy muck the downpour had stirred . her shattered bow she’d not let go as the wound at her abdomen, wide and gaping, spilled her innards out into the open . the sensation of the abomination’s jagged axe had torn her tender flesh ,   the hulking horror’s strike had knocked her into the mud below & she’d lain there like a rag-doll. un-moving. unwanted . the feather light splatter of rain on her cheeks had been so comforting then ; she hadn’t noticed the dark clouds swirling over head or the roar of  thunder like an angry lion before . her senses had been kind leaving her as life slipped further into the grasp of the shadowlands , but there was no moonlight within sight . rain turned to snowfall, cold and bitter -- and He, rode.

      𝐁𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍, 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐄.

❛ and how do you intend to pay for your misdeeds ? ❜ reverie is broken at the paladin’s scolding & soon , the death knight raises her head slowly, to fix them with her phantasm gaze . the shackles that bound her wrists stung against her skin were no doubt blessed by one of the priestesses that so viewed this vapid ordeal. LIGHT’S HOPE CHAPEL remained a holy place to them, where its grounds sapped the strength of her kind ; where ordinarily one firm pull would fracture her bonds , here in this place -- she was no more powerful than a human babe . eyes in the stands bored into nylnysa from all angles within that painfully bright & circular room . stripped from her saronite plate and forced onto her knees before the judge , she felt each cold gaze wrought with disgust .

       ❛   not with my life , i no longer have one to give . ❜  she chuckled, the sound a chilling echo . ❛  you bore me with this posturing . the SILVER HAND’S attempt at making their little pawns feel safe is futile -- there is no protection in the LIGHT'S embrace.❜  the elf feels her reigns tighten, yanked with viciousness by her guard. it golden bracelets eat deeper into her skin & she lets out a hiss that bares sharp fangs . like a misbehaved dog -- to them, she is nothing more . 

❛   the EBONBLADE betrayed our trust , tirion fordring’s body was not yours to claim .  your subordinates killed our brethren trying to take what did not belong to you . ❜ such an air of authority from this sin’dorei , nylnysa notes . she wonders what this woman would see her dead for first: her kaldorei heritage her undeath. 

        ❛ and he belongs to you on the grounds of what, shared faith ? where was your precious LIGHT when the legion burned him alive before us all ? ❜ she retorts, leaning forward but her chains remained taut . ❛ likely , the same place elune has been while her children were killed and made slaves to the frozen throne . we offered tirion second life -- free from the weight of fear and through him, azeroth’s salvation. you whine about your fallen comrades, but would turn your nose up at the thought of having them returning as one of us . your own scorn is what led us here . ❜ ❛ insolence -- ❜ ❛ the mere truth. is that not why the SCARLET CRUSADE was born?❜

𝐍𝐘𝐋𝐍𝐘𝐒𝐀 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃, 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 between each word. ❛ the living are not willing, even if the shackles are broken, to see us as true allies. yet still we lend our skill, all that we are: guilt, agony, woe, rage, vengeance...to protect you. even if you were to slay me, my order would continue to carry this mantle. underserving as you all are. ❜

the paladin's lip curled above her teeth in snarl, her eyes blazing with anger....loss. someone amongst them she'd cared for dearly, had been lost. more to her than just another soldier or comrade who hoped to defend the BROKEN SHORE. she wore this grief upon her face, nylnysa recognized it like an old friend. her head canted, her expression flat as she looked up t the blood elf, her gaze devoid of compassion. ❛ you've lost. if their body does not lay in parts, if it hasn't been boiled into a fleshy puddle -- perhaps they are amongst our salvaged and raised. shall i check ? ❜

before any rebuttal could be made, the large doors of the room swung in upon themselves, soldiers of the alliance pilled through the sound of the boots heavy against the polished floor. nylnysa regarded them all with a grin, sharp and white. ❛ im afraid our little party has come to an end. i need no longer to entertain this farce. ❜ untouchable when one of the crown's best. & one of its worst.

[dent-de-leon]

Leo ur tags on the horror/erotica post, I am FERAL

Oh thanks! That post more so got me thinking of horror and romance, but yeah the fact that Taliesin built Mollymauk around the concept of being a Romantic and how so many aspects of that are reflected in this dark mirror as Lucien…

Molly the romantic, the dreamer, worshipping the goddess of love under the moonlight—singing songs of romance and tragedy and holding onto stories of a king so beloved by his people he returned to them from the dead.

Lucien who dreams so deeply he built an entire cult around the manifestation of dreams—so lost in the pretty ideal of a family living happily ever after that he’s willing to throw away everything else that matters. Clinging desperately to childhood stories, to the promise of, “once upon a time.” And it’s Mollymauk who calls him out on it, who recognizes where he lost his way. “Killing for a dream. Are you too dense to see the irony?”

Lucien romanizes the life he used to know, the precious few happy memories of putting on a performance, a play, pretending their little life of songs and stories could go on in the caravan forever, “…we children would put on little plays. Little to others, I suppose, but grand to us. Yes, grand.” Trying so hard to believe that that if he could do it all over again, make things “right,” that this time he and his siblings could have the life they always wanted. That his parents would truly love them. Thinking of how Lucien fixates on Elric being the “favorite,” unable to come to terms with the fact that his parents abused him as well, that even the “good” times are colored by his parents’ manipulation and violence. That there’s no reality where they wouldn’t sell out Lucien to a hag at the first chance—

Lucien believing so much, in dreams and fate, in false gods and love. In a family that would never welcome him home.

And he believes, in the very end, in the Mighty Nein—just for a moment. Just enough to let Molly take his hand. He was genuinely so lonely, so desperate to connect, and I think the Somnovum fed on that. Their hunger to devour everyone and everything—the way Lucien keeps trying to take control of the Nein, to become “one” with them.“If you’re certain, make contact and talk all you like…Come, it’s far prettier up here.” “We welcome you. I welcome you. This is so incredible.” “I wish I could share it, but there’s…Well, you’d need to be with us.”

Molly’s love for the Nein and his loneliness, the longing ache to not be alone or Empty anymore—how it manifests as Lucien trying to possess the Nein and become a part of him, still craving love and connection and tearing himself apart as this fallen god who could have the world at his feet and is still just the lonely child holding onto fairytales. Becoming one with a city of other caged, lost souls.

The way Lucien dismisses Molly as someone who could never understand him, who has never seen all the ugliness of the world like him. But he does, he feels it more than Lucien could ever know. “I know what the others think, but the truth is…how do I put this…The world is harsh and cruel, and I don’t seem to be able to just walk on by. You see a wrong? You fix it.”

Molly is a romantic because he fell in love with the world and found joy in spite of all that—because he believes there are people like the Nein worth loving and protecting, worth bleeding out his own heart for. Lucien is a romantic because he believes he’s fated to “fix” the whole “broken” world, even as he destroys everything about it him and Molly always loved—

[sannylity]

with all the information we now have about the Artistic Director x Prostitute AU, what do you imagine that the finished product/show would wind up being?? i have no fucking idea what it would be. thinking about it being a romantic tragedy (like romeo and juliet) with a happy ending (unlike romeo and juliet)

also mariana being good with kids is just so fucking sweet!! i was imagining charlie being like "hey i need to go pick someone up, but they'll have to stick around until rehearsal ends, is that fine?" and marianas like "yeah okay." and it was half an excuse to get away from the director and half because he actually needed to pick up juanaflippa from afterschool care. he could only pay for so much time that people could watch her after school.

so she got buckled up and he was like "ok flippa, we need to head back to where papa's working for now, because its vital- that means important- that im there, and uncle wilbur will be busy with the band today, so he cant watch you, okay?" she just nods excitedly and uses sign language to say 'where are we going?' he smiles and starts the car back up. 'the theater.'

meanwhile marianas helping direct some of the smaller scenes- charlie and/or her wont be in all of them, of course- and its been a hot minute, so hes actually starting to worry about if charlie had run off-

"hey guys, i'm back! sorry that took so long, the afterschool care receptionist was a bitch." the others are excited to see charlie back, and get even more curious when they notice the little figure hiding behind his leg. "aw, come on mi huevita, don't be shy!" the girl steps out from behind him and starts writing on a paper, holding it up for everyone to see. 'hi everyone! my name is juanaflippa! sorry i took away papa, he needed to pick me up!' everyone melts, and mariana looks over, confused.

"ey, i know slime is back, but-" then she sees the little girl looking over at him, and trans bilingual recognizes trans bilingual.

idk idk maybe im just being too goofy silly about this au grgrgrgrgr

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Hello again 💫 anon!!

Hmm… To answer your question, I find Mariana’s plays would be dark and tragic and this may just be his first try on romance that’s why he is the most picky and particular in choosing the main protagonist. I like the juxtaposition of him falling in love with Charlie as something more precious and delicate while producing something dark and twisted and sensual and ambitious and ultimately tragic :D. Y’know like how a sweet man like Guillermo Del Toro produces cryptic and dark horrors before? That’s kinda like Mariana lmaoo

I feel like while Mariana is strict and very serious with his work, he completely melts around children (his nephew Bobby), but especially with Juanaflippa.

Their first time meeting is definitely out of Charlie’s control because he has been keeping his work and personal life completely separate because he didn’t trust Mariana (yet). But let’s say his usual babysitter got sick, so he had to dreadfully bring Juanaflippa with him to work and she does something that completely catches everyone off guard. Like, running up to Mariana, hugging his leg and calling him her mama lol

Charlie is mortified and tries to salvage the embarrassing moment but Mariana is absolutely endeared and before Charlie could pry her off his leg, Mariana picks her up and it’s like they get lost in their own little world.

It’s the first time something like that happened and Charlie watches the pair with wide eyes. Soon, almost immediately enamored when Mariana makes Juanaflippa laugh and all he could do is throw caution in the wind and join them.

Needless to say, the cast and crew are shocked that stone cold artistic director is playing house with his co-star and his daughter.

From there, everything runs seamlessly between them once break was over and they return to their scenes.

And don’t worry about being goofy and silly, it’s part of the charm in coming up with your own ideas <3

[eclipsecrowned]

AND NOW FOR SOMEONE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT...

ROOSE BOLTON. (tw for body horror / death / bodily takeover)

personals dni.

Backstory: The current Lord of House Bolton in the North, Roose is a powerful vassal within Stark lands. His ancestors were once known as the 'Red Kings' who warred with the Stark 'Kings of Winter' in the Age of Heroes, meaning their beef is ancient and their stations were once even. However, Roose's ancestors were defeated in generations past, and bent the knee to their ancient rivals. For some reason, despite their clear threat to Stark rule and their history of hellish war crimes, the Kings of Winter allowed House Bolton to live.

This can widely be considered a mistake. House Bolton has continued their barbaric practices in secret, under the very nose of their liege lords. Roose is no exception, terrifying his own subjects into silence about the atrocities he commits. A cold-blooded killer and a serial abuser of common women, his cool and composed bearing belies a beast just beneath the surface of his self-control.

He has been married thrice, but has precious few children to show for it. Most of his sons died in the cradle, and only one survived to adolescence. That was as far as the boy made it, however. Roose's trueborn son was slain by his only acknowledged bastard, and finding himself without an heir, Roose moved said bastard into his own hall. This has proven perhaps his greatest fuck-up out of all his horrid actions over the years, because the boy is uncouth, a beast like his father, but without care for reputation or self-control. It is written on the wall that House Bolton is in decline, despite Roose remarrying and siring a child on his new bride that might yet see the family stagger on at least a generation longer.

Roose's most pivotal canonical act is betraying his own master, the King in the North, and seeing the boy and his mother slaughtered. This in addition to his bastard having allegedly killed the remaining Stark sons. For betraying his master for another, the Crown appointed the Boltons the new Lords of the North and Wardens of the same land. This is not the end of Roose's struggle, however, as he is surrounded by vipers who remain loyal to the fallen Starks and faces an external threat concerning another pretender King.

My Fanon:

So very little of what I bring to the table isn't going to make sense unless you're familiar with the Bolt-On theory. I have included a link to the initial post, but the tl;dr is thus: There has only ever been one Lord Bolton. Roose is an immortal being that kills and then overtakes the identity of his heirs. This is often, and in this case absolutely played in tandem with, coupled with the concept of Roose (or the being we call Roose in this lifetime) being the inhuman offspring of the legendary characters of the Night's King and his Corpse Queen. This in turn makes Roose half-Other and in possession of powers most would consider... Disturbing.

To this end, I have him begin in the Age of Heroes as Brandon Snow, bastard son of a Stark who took the black by an Other woman. Denied by his mortal, terrestrial relatives after his father was defeated, it shouldn't be surprising that he instead leaned into his mother's blood. It began with his father's magic. Little tricks for a little boy. Eventually he started exerting control. Either left the Wall of his own volition or was forced out by his father's former 'Brothers.'

This led to his taking up with the more ancient Others. Only problem was that he could pass for human, all the way into Wildling society and Nights Watch keeps. First the Snow, then the Others, then the Stranger. Eventually meant to clear the path for his kin -- and so his watch began on the other side of the Wall. The side that is the North.

Eventually made an in to the Bolton family, who were Kings in their own right in those days. Ancient enemies of his father's House. Whether he was invited in like a vampire or demon, or forced his way in through blood, or used trickery and stole the skin and then the life of either the Bolton patriarch or the heir, he has ruled the Dreadfort for millennia in an unbroken chain.

His watch is almost at its end. He has seen and learned much, and anticipates that the signs are auspicious for his kinsmen to ride over the destroyed Wall and rule as they were meant to. He will still yet have some part to play, but first, he must extinguish the heretic flame that Baratheon fool brought into the North.

I also like to complicate the inheritance situation for him. Depending on the verse, he has two trueborn daughters -- Ravenna by his first wife, and Lyanna by his second. Ravenna is written by @chaoswrote, while Lya is my own creation.

A study in: Vampirism as a metaphor for exploitation inherent in feudalism / Changeling mythology / Red right hand / Cycles of dysfunction in a family unit / "You have your father's eyes." / Predators / Usurpation / Good wombs have borne bad sons / The greater the light the darker the shadow / Our species eat the wounded ones / A gentleman is simply a patient wolf / Imaginary evil is romantic and varied; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring.

Verses/AUs:

Mainverse: Follows Roose through AGOT through ADWD. Canon-compliant save for the touches necessary for my interpretation of his age/being. Roose spends much of this time in the Northern army, while spinning his own web of treachery to finally claim his ancestral hall of Winterfell out from under the main Stark line. Once he does, however, he struggles to hold onto power as the North plots against him.

Pre-canon: Follows Roose through pre-AGOT events, as recent as just before its start or as distant as Robert's Rebellion. Roose rules the Dreadfort as a patient beast, preying on his own smallfolk while presenting a facade of loyalty to both his family and his liege lord Eddard.

Historical: Follows Roose in any historical setting. Beginning in the Age of Heroes and ending roughly around either the birth of the 'original' Roose or his ascension to power in the guise of his latest son. There is only one Lord Bolton, and something about him is ever the same, like the gold of Lannister hair or the grey of Stark eyes. The latter comparison is more apt than most realize. Liable to employ alt FCs.

Plot bunnies/Calls to Adventure:

For older muses: Your character knew the original Roose, before he was ever Lord. However, events and duties led the two of them apart. Having recently reunited, your muse has the haunting feeling that despite them looking so alike, this is not the same man they befriended so long ago. While everyone else has been frog-boiled into the adjustments between the true Roose and the patriarch of his family, your character is not fooled.

For younger muses: Your character has the unique misfortune to be given over to House Bolton for fostering. On paper, it's not such a bad idea. They're a powerful House, and an old one, and its Lord is such an unassuming but respectable man. In reality, you're in a cult, send a Raven to your parents.

For any muses: War makes strange bedfellows. Whether while he serves the North or after his great betrayal at the Twins, your muse must endure serving with or serving outright Lord Bolton. At least he's pretty good at word play, if you catch him in the right mood.

For any muses: For totally avoidable reasons, Roose Bolton will be passing away. He will be leaving his skin like a discarded tunic on the floor and walking right out of Winterfell. Any body will do on his way out. Your muse realizes that someone they are close to is not quite themself.

For 'Targs Win' AUs: Eddard Stark is a traitor bitch and House Bolton were once Kings in their own right. A cold war (lol) ensues where House Bolton wants to take what the Crown will doubtlessly strip from their Lord. And whatever politicking, warmongering, or marrying it takes, Roose will get that castle, so help him Gods--

Notes on this character:

I'm not his defense attorney. What he does in canon secures him as one of the biggest monsters in the entire franchise. But he's an amazing narrative tool, and I want to explore that through the lens of a frankly batshit insane theory. You can rage against him in my inbox and all I'm going to do is agree and ask why you're telling me what I already know. Once he's live I'll be dropping every iteration of his tag for blacklisting purposes, and may just give him a general tag for blacklisting on any post that involves him.

I'm not going to write out his acts of pure evil. They exist but I'm not about to write it out, because I am not interested in normalizing the acts he commits via describing them or fleshing out real world atrocities. This is not me avoiding that he does these things or trying to sugarwash his character. His evil speaks for itself. I have nothing to add to it that will amount to anything more than exploitation of the subjects at hand, so I'm not even going to attempt to do so.

I don't really want to ship him. I don't really think he needs to be shipped or romanticized in any capacity. Just leave him where he lies. Your muse cannot fix him.

[rhyslucia]

Copied from a user on reddit:

Fifteen thousand five hundred forty-three.

Here it comes yet again: "No Way To Prevent This,’ Says Only Nation Where This Happens Regularly"

Are we not tired of this? I sure as fuck am.

"The first girl I walked up to was crouched down covering her head in the bushes, so I felt for a pulse, pulled her head to the side and she had no face."

We live now in a country in which our children are randomly put to death in public, so that our congressmen can pose with weapons of war, by Right Wing Terrorists. We live in a country where the amount of stickers in the back of our lifted trucks equates to how many rounds of AR ammunition are stockpiled in our closet.

We live now in a country where we ban books, where we ban drag shows, where we ban doctors from helping kids in crisis, where we ban women from making choices with their bodies. We ban people from voting because some don’t like how they might vote, we ban representatives from state legislators for how they have voted, we ban immigrants, we ban some stem cells, and we ban transgender athletes, we even ban water bottles on planes.

BUT WE DO NOT BAN ASSAULT RIFLES (or assault-like or lite rifles or especially Semi automatic ones as some ammosexuals like to point out) DO WE?

Our children are randomly put to DEATH in public. Our Teachers, our friends. Our Family. Some of them just want to go and enjoy an afternoon at a mall together. Never to return. To protect somebody's right to randomly put another innocent person to death, once a month, once a week, once a day, once AN HOUR.

Well since my last update, a 14-year-old was shot in the head. What did this child do? She was playing hide and seek.

When it becomes unmistakably obvious with each death, a little piece of us dies inside, and within 10 years, or 1 year, or 1 month. The pain of that is too large to process, so we simply pretend that it doesn’t hurt anymore. We simply pretend that it doesn't hurt to think of the horror and the terror of those children and those adults in their final moments. We simply stop dealing with it. Or fighting back against it. Or recognizing that the gore and brains on the sidewalks outside the malls of this country and our streets might as well be our own.

And it turns out the good guys with guns can’t stop it. And the responsible gun owners can’t stop it, and the politicians won’t stop it and insist that thoughts and prayers are working and if you disagree with them you are one of those who doesn’t believe in an almighty god who is absolutely in control of our lives?

That translates insanely as the solution to all of these nightmares. God and we want the Fifteen thousand five hundred forty-three people shot to death in this country already this year? Did God want them dead?

I say bullshit.

Now we have news conferences, and without emotion, it’s read off the number put to death this TIME, and the number transported to the hospital and how badly they feel. Do you realize they now treat the public execution of more people, as if it was…BAD WEATHER?

Gun massacres are not bad weather.

So we ban licenses to carry handguns in Texas, give the ability for open carry all over the United States, and Ban mental health care by cutting the budgets. Ban abortion because we are pro-life, and ban books because the children are too precious to be indoctrinated, and ban drag shows because we must protect kids from grooming and we must make sure those kids are happy and fit so SOMEBODY CAN GET A WEAPON OF WAR AND EVERY OTHER DAY PUT GROUPS OF OUR CHILDREN TO DEATH.

But at least those kids were not taught something as terrible as CRT.

80 percent believe in banning assault weapons. 80 PERCENT. 81 percent believe in raising the age to buy guns or at least keeping the age at 21. 81 percent believe in enforcing existing gun laws, and 87 percent want background checks for all gun purchases and these numbers are from 2 WEEKS AGO in a poll done by FOX NEWS.

And yet non of this can pass our elected officials? BULLSHIT.

It is time for a change. Spread how you feel far and wide. Copy this, put in your story (how many of us now have been personally affected or know someone at this point), and let your representatives and the whole goddamn Country know, the whole damn planet!

NO MORE!

So now to boost the signal on some actual honest to god things that could be done about this never-ending nightmare?

For starters, the next generation is tired of this shit and is planning a sit-in at the capital on June 6th. Here is a relevant link:

https://twitter.com/joncoopertweets/status/1655293349245452289

And also this goes without saying this group has some amazing ideas:

https://www.sandyhookpromise.org/

This website is dedicated to having the media stop reporting the perpetrator's names to prevent glorifying mass murderers

https://nonotoriety.com

The Gun Violence Archive is also a really useful source on shootings. Their statistics are highly accurate and they have an up-to-date list of all that occurred in the last 72 hours

https://gunviolencearchive.org

@Emilyinyourphone on Instagram shares scripts and other resources for calling your local representative, it even has a campaign right now for mothers to get their loved ones to call instead of flowers for Mother’s Day.

Copy this post or take their info but please. Take a minute and boost the signal.

Some stats to back up this rant because Credible Hulk always comes angry and with sources.

Guns deaths by state

https://worldpopulationreview.com/state-rankings/gun-deaths-per-capita-by-state

and just because it’s becoming increasingly relevant by the day

Texas Mass Shootings Up 62.5 Percent Since Permitless Carry Bill

https://www.reformaustin.org/public-safety/texas-mass-shootings-up-62-5-percent-since-permitless-carry-bill/

This WaPo article on the damage that an AR-15 does to a body is sobering but important reading.

THE BLAST EFFECT | This is how bullets from an AR-15 blow the body apart

https://www.washingtonpost.com/nation/interactive/2023/ar-15-damage-to-human-body/

And finally, Check out

https://www.everytown.org/

They’re pushing to end gun violence. The more people who make their voices heard the bigger difference we can make.

[thequilledsabre]

Letters to Society’s Children - Part #4: Gun Violence

My dearest children of society,

I write to you on the subject of gun violence. While this may not be a recent occurrence, the number of victims has increased in more current times. We see it all over our television screens and we hear it all the time on the radio that some crazy gunman - or even gunmen - comes to a place and shoots countless innocent people. Of course, there are those in our society who would protect the rights to their precious firearms rather than to seek the proper justice for those who have been ruthlessly murdered. The lives of innocent people are being cut short at the hands of those who suffer greatly, and what does society do? We debate gun restrictions and ply into the political theatre that has become of our government. And the issue doesn’t just stop at mass shootings, either. The deaths of so many black, hispanic, asian, and other people of color caught in the gunsights of deranged people is nothing short of horrendous, and yet these individuals responsible are rarely, if ever, held responsible.

You may be asking yourselves, my children, why these things happen. Why would anyone do this? What causes a person to mentally check out in order to kill people? To kill children in the place they should feel the safest? The answer isn’t a simple one. Some have equated it to the relatively easy access to semiautomatic firearms, the kind that provides for the facilitation for mass shootings to occur. Others say that it’s due to the increase of more violent material in our media sources, like TV shows, video games, and movies, that this ever-present violence in our society causes people to act out their violence against the innocent. And even some believe that more guns are needed in those places, that more guns in the hands of more people can result in less violence. However, I don’t believe that any of these answers is the truth.

My children, the real culprit behind all of this is a serious lack of responsibility. The police officers responsible for all those senseless “accidents” have a serious lacking in regards to accountability. The government shuffles its feet around and makes grand statements but rarely makes any change. This lack of responsibility and shifting of accountability isn’t the only thing that contributes to the epidemic of gun violence, but it is one that is rarely talked about, if it ever is. Change has to start with the individual. My children, be responsible when you hold a gun. Although it is a right, treat it as a privilege and be as careful as you can. People shouldn’t take their anger out by gunning people down, cops shouldn’t shoot first and then ask questions, and parents shouldn’t naturally assume their children know the true worth of a life - and the consequences of taking one’s life away. And above all else, my children, we as a society must see life for what it is - precious, and deserving of the upmost protection. And should anyone doubt that there’s a gun violence problem in our society, tell them the names of every victim. Tell them their ages, and what they were doing when they were killed. And should he doubt you even still, then you will have seen with your own eyes the lack of care we place on human lives.

Stephen King, the critically acclaimed horror/thriller author once said, “How many have to die before we will give up these dangerous toys?”

Signed, Joshua Paul Villanueva

[pennzance]

Bit of a different post from me today. This is a long comment from Reddit about the recent gun violence in Texas (case not specified, too many to count and rising), and it has some good information in it along with some commentary I happen to agree with.

Reddit user Col_Irving_Lambert writes:

"Here it comes yet again: "No Way To Prevent This,’ Says Only Nation Where This Happens Regularly"

Are we not tired of this? I sure as fuck am.

Now that I have your attention probably after seeing this post for hopefully multiple times I’d like to get something off my chest and personal soapbox today. Buckle up,

"The first girl I walked up to was crouched down covering her head in the bushes, so I felt for a pulse, pulled her head to the side and she had no face."

We live now in a country in which our children are randomly put to death in public, so that our congressmen can pose with weapons of war, by Right Wing Terrorists. We live in a country where the amount of stickers in the back of our lifted trucks equates to how many rounds of AR ammunition are stockpiled in our closet.

We live now in a country where we ban books, where we ban drag shows, where we ban doctors from helping kids in crisis, where we ban women from making choices with their bodies. We ban people from voting because some don’t like how they might vote, we ban representatives from state legislators for how they have voted, we ban immigrants, we ban some stem cells, and we ban transgender athletes, we even ban water bottles on planes.

BUT WE DO NOT BAN ASSAULT RIFLES (or assault-like or lite rifles or especially Semi automatic ones as some ammosexuals like to point out) DO WE?

Our children are randomly put to DEATH in public. Our Teachers, our friends. Our Family. Some of them just want to go and enjoy an afternoon at a mall together. Never to return. To protect somebody's right to randomly put another innocent person to death, once a month, once a week, once a day, once AN HOUR.

Well since my last update, a 14-year-old was shot in the head. What did this child do? She was playing hide and seek.

When it becomes unmistakably obvious with each death, a little piece of us dies inside, and within 10 years, or 1 year, or 1 month. The pain of that is too large to process, so we simply pretend that it doesn’t hurt anymore. We simply pretend that it doesn't hurt to think of the horror and the terror of those children and those adults in their final moments. We simply stop dealing with it. Or fighting back against it. Or recognizing that the gore and brains on the sidewalks outside the malls of this country and our streets might as well be our own.

And it turns out the good guys with guns can’t stop it. And the responsible gun owners can’t stop it, and the politicians won’t stop it and insist that thoughts and prayers are working and if you disagree with them you are one of those who doesn’t believe in an almighty god who is absolutely in control of our lives?

That translates insanely as the solution to all of these nightmares. God and we want the thirteen thousand nine hundred people shot to death in this country already this year? Did God want them dead?

I say bullshit.

Now we have news conferences, and without emotion, it’s read off the number put to death this TIME, and the number transported to the hospital and how badly they feel. Do you realize they now treat the public execution of more people, as if it was…BAD WEATHER?

Gun massacres are not bad weather.

So we ban licenses to carry handguns in Texas, give the ability for open carry all over the United States, and Ban mental health care by cutting the budgets. Ban abortion because we are pro-life, and ban books because the children are too precious to be indoctrinated, and ban drag shows because we must protect kids from grooming and we must make sure those kids are happy and fit so SOMEBODY CAN GET A WEAPON OF WAR AND EVERY OTHER DAY PUT GROUPS OF OUR CHILDREN TO DEATH.

But at least those kids were not taught something as terrible as CRT.

80 percent believe in banning assault weapons. 80 PERCENT. 81 percent believe in raising the age to buy guns or at least keeping the age at 21. 81 percent believe in enforcing existing gun laws, and 87 percent want background checks for all gun purchases and these numbers are from 2 WEEKS AGO in a poll done by FOX NEWS.

And yet non of this can pass our elected officials? BULLSHIT.

It is time for a change. Spread how you feel far and wide. Copy this, put in your story (how many of us now have been personally affected or know someone at this point), and let your representatives and the whole goddamn Country know, the whole damn planet!

NO MORE!

So now to boost the signal on some actual honest to god things that could be done about this never-ending nightmare?

For starters, the next generation is tired of this shit and is planning a sit-in at the capital on June 6th. Here is a relevant link:

https://twitter.com/joncoopertweets/status/1655293349245452289

And also this goes without saying this group has some amazing ideas:

https://www.sandyhookpromise.org/

This website is dedicated to having the media stop reporting the perpetrator's names to prevent glorifying mass murderers

https://nonotoriety.com

The Gun Violence Archive is also a really useful source on shootings. Their statistics are highly accurate and they have an up-to-date list of all that occurred in the last 72 hours

https://gunviolencearchive.org

@Emilyinyourphone on Instagram shares scripts and other resources for calling your local representative, it even has a campaign right now for mothers to get their loved ones to call instead of flowers for Mother’s Day.

Copy this post or take their info but please. Take a minute and boost the signal.

Some stats to back up this rant because Credible Hulk always comes angry and with sources.

Guns deaths by state

https://worldpopulationreview.com/state-rankings/gun-deaths-per-capita-by-state

and just because it’s becoming increasingly relevant by the day

Texas Mass Shootings Up 62.5 Percent Since Permitless Carry Bill

This WaPo article on the damage that an AR-15 does to a body is sobering but important reading.

THE BLAST EFFECT | This is how bullets from an AR-15 blow the body apart

And finally, Check out

https://www.everytown.org/

They’re pushing to end gun violence. The more people who make their voices heard the bigger difference we can make."

If you can, please re-blog and boost the signal. This shit is getting out of hand and has been for WAY too long. Zance out.

[snappleapple]

their favorite types of kisses

people in this - dream, georgenotfound, sapnap, wilbur, punz, jschlatt, awesamdude, quackity

headcanon!

the most disgusting fluff i’ve ever written

warning - cursing, i think that’s all but if there is more please do not hesitate to tell me :)

word count - 2k

a/n: okay okay, i might’ve lied earlier about that being my last post but this was short and easy to make which is why i would like to feed my readers this early haha. anyways, enjoy and please disregard the errors in this post, i hate proof reading anything lol. also, i’ve been very indecisive on the title and i might change it later and ooh, my masterlist will be made soon. i’ve just been feeling very unproductive these days. also, please put in requests, i am so bored and dumb therefore there are no ideas in this brain. and if you’d like a part 2, i might add more people for the part 2!anyways, peace!

dream -

i get the feeling that dream’s favorite type of kisses would be cheek kisses

he just likes to watch as you struggle to reach his height

“aw look at those little legs do their thing.”

ends up with you not giving him his kiss

and mans becomes SO pouty

“y/n…come on. don’t be this way.” :(

if you don’t kiss him on the cheek, will also become SO clingy and whiny

“why won’t you KISS ME!”

clenches his fists and stomps away like a teenage girl during puberty

slamming the door to your room

so then you have to go and give him all the kisses he wants

his face is slammed into your pillow

you sit on the side of the bed and pet his hair

leading him to stare up at you with puppy dog eyes

“i will give you all the kisses you want. so stop being so pouty, you big baby.”

will literally leave zero feet of space between you and him

taps his cheek to tell you he wants kisses

when you go on dates, will literally make you stand on your tippy toes to get his kisses

does not bend down at all and actually lifts his head higher to tease you

in other words, clingy but rude hoe

george -

george is a classic romantic

he loves just lip kisses

pecks or lingering ones

he doesn’t care

mans don’t need too many kisses

nor does he need to be too clingy

total opposite of dream and sapnap *ahem clingy ahem*

if he wants a kiss,

he will come over to you and get it

doesn’t get pouty if you’re busy

just waits patiently

doesn’t enjoy it when you interrupt him when he’s streaming so you do your own thing

when you’re watching a movie with him,

he will literally only stare at you with his cute smile

and listen to your every criticism of the movie

he likes to just peck your lips whenever he feels like it

and you’re just not surprised anymore

just likes to stare at your lips whenever you talk

overall, is very sweet but not to an extent with showing affection

sapnap -

omg

sapnap just vibes with neck kisses

it tickles his neck and he loves them

giggles when you pepper kisses along his neck and flushes a deep red

“y/n. stop.” giggles between each word

but when you do, becomes the saddest person in the whole world

“i was joking.” :(

when he’s streaming and he begins to miss you

would leave his room and find you just to get a kiss

just like dream, would get angry if you give him no kisses

“GIVE ME KISSIES!”

very amusing for you

and you love to tease him

“i don’t want to give you kissies.”

continues to stare at you with a large frown until you give in and give him kissies

lsg supremacy but i’ll get into this later hehe

you better give him kisses or you’ll be dealing with a very sad sapnap

sadnap :(

wilbur -

wilbur, wilbur, wilbur

what can i even say

total nose kiss guy

i bet he’ll boop your nose twenty four seven

asks stupid questions just to get your attention

“y/n?”

“yes wilbur?”

“is a hotdog a sandwich?”

“why-“

“boop.”

“did you just say boop while you booped my nose?”

if he’s streaming and you bring him a snack

he will hold your face still and leave kisses on your nose

not too clingy but not too distant

likes to be just right with you

if its snowy outside and your noses get red

makes dumb jokes about he is rudolph and you’re mrs. rudolph

just a lot of smooches from wilby

takes you to a lot of hidden cafes in the city

and while you read, he balances his head on his palm, staring at you in admiration

if you’re insecure about your nose, you legit can’t be around wilbur because he will go on a tangent about how beautiful it is

substantially, soft boy hours all day bro, besides when he gets mad then you leave the hormonal man tf alone

punz -

i don’t see a lot of punz on tumblr so here we go

punz loves hand kisses

not to an extent where he has a hand fetish

god no but just like

when your holding hands, he’ll occasionally pull your hand up to his lips and leave a kiss

lots of hand holding

and i mean lots

constantly gets mad fun of for being a simp but ignores those comments because he genuinely loves you so much

likes it when you play with his hair and messing it up

also likes to compare hand sizes with you

always has a hand on your thigh or your hand in his whenever he is driving somewhere with you

even when you go on dates, always holding hands

no matter how sweaty your hand gets, he will hold on

sometimes if he holds on for too long, you have to tell him to let go

“punz, my hand is super sweaty. lets take a break from the hand holding.”

would flat out decline so you would have to pry your hand out of his

he would also love it when you would kiss his hand

makes him feel all polite and precious LOL

would also wrap his pinky along yours when you walk together

he once came with you to a family gathering for christmas and was so SHY

shy boy held your hand for security while your younger siblings made fun of you

afterwards, when you were under a mistletoe, he kisses you on the lips before kissing you on his favorite part of your body,

your hand

c!jschlatt -

jschlatt is a whole mess

the first time you met, he confessed that he would hate you for as long as you lived because you made fun of his boots

now he says he still strongly dislikes you but you’re more tolerable

doesn’t like it when you make him soft and HATES it when he blushes

“why must you do this to me, mother nature?”

also “hates” it when you even touch him because he “hates” you

when he actually confessed to you that he liked you with his grumpy usual grandpa voice,

you kissed him on his forehead, after he bent down of course

he is an actual giant and threatens to squash you like an ant if he feels the need to

is an absolute monster to you but loves it when you kiss his forehead because it makes him feel secure and loved

likes to watch the wind blow through your hair and mess it up but gives you his hat because he like you being “all pretty and shit”

gets SUPER jealous when you hug children

like for example, when you went over to a family gathering at his house, his cousins came up to hug you

and when you let go of the child, the man child comes and lugs you over his shoulder

gets yelled at by his mom and gives her a sheepish smile before rolling his eyes and throwing you down on the sofa set next to him

his mom doesn’t approve of the way he treats you but you tell her its fine because he’s cute

when you are far from any type of civilization or in the safety and solitude of your own home, he wants kisses on the forehead

pointing up to it and bending down so you could reach it

“y/n, i only love you because of your forehead kisses.”

“you only love me for my kisses?” :(

“mhm.”

actually feels slightly bad

“and because of your personality.”

“thank you-“

“shut up. we don’t talk about this.”

in conclusion, give him his forehead kisses or perish

awesamdude -

sam just adores it when you give him jawline kisses

not because it’s basically the only place you could reach but because it’s a sweet gesture

sam is all about sweetness

i mean have you even seen this man on his stream

he likes to watch you while you have conversations with your friends

not in a creepy way but more like an adoring way

cause man does he love you

i mean not only does he love you but his whole family does

and when you’re alone with sam, you love to bury him underneath all of your love

“i love you sam!”

“no i love you more y/n!”

“NO i LOVE you more!”

“NO i LOVE you MORE!”

“SAM NO. I LOVE YOU MORE!”

“okay thank you sweet pea.”

leaving you a bit confused but happy that he accepts your love

when you cuddle, omg

he never stops peppering kisses all over your face and vice versa because your relationship is disgustingly fluffy

when he lends you one of his sweatshirts, you sure as hell better wear that shit out or else (i am leaving a blank threat here)

sam loves technology but you guys sort of have a system

a system that involves mailing each other love letters rather than texting them

you guys also go on a ton of walks just about anywhere

hand holding is mandatory even though you probably look like a child compared to him

just give sam lots of love and in return, you’ll receive lots of love

quackity -

mans cannot leave you tf alone

likes to do ANYTHING freaky around you

“i will follow you to the ends of the earth, mi amor.” or

“ayy, back off.” if anyone gets too close to you

messes with you twenty four seven and makes it his job to drive you insane

plays horror games at two in the morning for fun

and when he gets scared, hides in the safety of your arms

“mi amor. i’m scared.”

“shut the fuck up and sleep, alex.”

“okay.” shuts up quickly and snuggles deeper into the crook of your neck

loves you so deeply but HATES your cat

“look at that little dumb thing stare at me. you got a problem bro?”

your cat also HATES alex

scratches him all the time and hisses at him

if you think sapnap is babie, wait till you meet alex

“y/n he bit me!”

when you glance down, you don’t even see a scratch

“kiss my boo boo.”

wtf

“what boo boo? there’s nothing there.”

gasps as if you offended him

“this boo boo that your el demonio did to me.”

this man will do anything to get boo boo kisses

istg, you once found him provoking your cat to get some scratches

in alex’s mind, ouchies = kisses from y/n

always has ouchies from god knows where and shows it to you

even though you find it annoying at first, you grow used to it and it sorta becomes your thing with alex

alex is babie and you need to take good care of him :)

[struggling-with-time]

Could I ask for c!Wilbur being a gn reader's father figure? Can be either a one shot or headcanons, whichever you prefer. ^_^

Paring: c!Wilbur Soot x Gender Neutral!reader

Summary: Your life as raised by Wilbur Soot.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, betrayal, hurt.

Words: 1.7k

A/N: I'm not sorry for this, however, I am sorry for if you wanted something different, then you are welcome to request again and I will write another dadbur fic. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. Request here.

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Wilbur Soot

He finds you lurking around the outer skirts of the newly established country of L’Manberg. The country that has yet to declare full independence.

“Hey there, what are you doing around these parts?”

From that day on he took you, the bewildered child from nowhere, under his wing. Letting you into the drug van.

You grow up with Fundy being your older sibling. Wilbur in the first years being there for the two of you.

He teaches you how to play the guitar.

And while you don’t become the best player at it, you can play a couple of camp songs.

Then the independence declaration comes.

And everything changes.

Nice nights with Wilbur, Fundy and Tommy turn into war planning sessions you aren’t allowed into.

You are the youngest citizen of L’Manberg, leading to everyone trying to keep your innocence

Especially Wilbur after he drags Fundy in as a child soldier in his war.

But you are there, right on the battlefield amongst everyone, and you are there afterwards as you help patch up the hurt.

Eret is the one who teaches you how to treat a wound after Wilbur gets an arrow in his shoulder after a tough battle.

Leading to you keeping to Eret whenever Wilbur is planning. And Fundy seems to be running off with Tubbo and Tommy.

On the day of the betrayal, Eret and Wilbur make you stay back in the van, Eret hoping to shield you from what’s gonna go down. And Wilbur hoping to keep you away from the battle on the horizon.

You are there to patch up the wounds from everyone as they respawn.

Wilbur is now more determined to keep you sheltered.

However, this made you more determined to stand on the battlefield fighting for your country.

You are there in the middle of the explosions when they go off. Losing your first life. Fighting for freedom. Fighting for your pseudo father.

Wilbur holds you for hours afterwards.

As you cry into his shoulder.

Wilbur makes you stay back when Tommy is meant to dual Dream, leading to you being the first to see him when he respawns.

Ah, two of the four children traumatised by a war they didn’t ask for.

You are there when the declaration of independence gets signed.

Getting credited as the 2nd little champion.

And everything is good for a while.

Wilbur helps you through your nightmares whenever you wake up thinking there is TNT blowing you up. Or you remember the day everyone respawned. Or remember how hurt and wounded everyone was doing the battles.

You watch as your father drowns himself in government work to not process what happened himself.

You try your best to help him out, but there is only so much you can do.

Then the election gets called, and you are there supporting him, while also helping your big brother Fundy with his campaign.

Wilbur didn’t take lightly to both of his children running a campaign against him. But he lived with it and respected it.

Then Schlatt won.

And you watched as your father and Tommy was chased out of the city.

Fundy holding you back as you break down crying over the sight.

Fundy keeps you from joining Pogtopia, stating it is no place for a child, despite him working as a spy for them and Tommy living there.

So you stay put in the now Manberg.

You are there to pick up the pieces of your older brother falls apart after your father calls him a traitor and states he’s no son of his.

So you venture out through the big forest. Barely stumbling into Pogtopia as nightfall has come.

And you get to see with your own eyes as the man you regards as your father yells at Tommy, Wilbur looks deranged and nothing like the man who raised you.

He never spots you that day, but Tommy does as you head back out again. Through the night filled with horrors beyond your imagination, and you barely make it back to Manberg in one piece.

You aren’t there the day Schlatt gets murdered, having retreated into isolation after having your worldview shattered. A child of war, now a child of trauma.

But you are there, right in the centre cheering on Tubbo as he’s granted the title of L’Manbergs president.

Your own fathers’ actions taking your second life too. You die in the explosion.

From that day on your anxiety worsen, loud noises bringing you to your knees in panic attacks. It had been bad after the war, but now it was unbearably bad.

Fundy started talking with Eret about potential adoption, but he only ends up adopting you, stating Fundy is too old.

And that’s how you deal with your father’s death. Living with the traitor of his country.

And you keep living. Denouncing him as your father, returning to your title of the bewildered child of nowhere.

You keep living in spite. In spite of the man who took two of your lives and made you grow up in a war you never wanted to fight in. And there, while looking over the railing of L’Manberg, is where you spot him.

Ghostbur

You watch as a tinted floating version of your former father wanders around the mostly rebuild crater.

“…Dad?”

“Y/N! My child!”

You can’t believe your own eyes, it’s actually him, it’s actually the man who found you wandering the skirts of the nation you now reside nearby.

And you turn your back to him.

You walk home, to your place in the castle, outside the nation that has caused you so much hurt.

Fundy is the one to make you talk to Ghostbur the second time, telling you about what seems to be going on.

“Would you like some blue Y/n? You’re crying.”

You refuse, wiping your tears away because he doesn’t deserve that from you. He doesn’t deserve the tears he caused himself.

You never call him dad again after the day you spot him. Because your dad died a traitor of the country he made. Leaving you at 14 to deal with the damages he had done.

But now you are 16, with Eret in your back, and your big brother Fundy helping you in any way or form he can. This includes, even more, sheltering, keeping you as far away from the Tubbo administration as he can.

Because you are all children of war, and they never seem to make the right decisions.

His heart breaks every time you remind him that he isn’t your father anymore and that you aren’t his child.

You don’t ever really hang around Ghostbur.

The few times you do, he tells you of stories of you growing up, teaching you guitar, finding you walking around the walls of the country. And he introduces you to your Grandpa Philza. A calm and relatively collected man.

A murder.

Whom took your father away from you all to early.

You like Friend, the blue sheep is a nice distraction to have nearby whenever your deceased father tries to be near you.

You appreciate the effort he makes, wishing he would have made the same efforts when Schlatt helps you within the walls of Manberg.

So when Tommy gets exiled and Ghostbur goes along with him, you aren’t surprised.

It’s always Tommy. And you are alright with that. Both you and Fundy knew from the start, it was always Tommy over the two of you. And you’ve had years to come to terms with that.

You keep yourself neutral in the affairs of the SMP.

Although you do visit Tommy twice, trying to get Fundy with you, but your older brother has a small distaste for the exiled ex-vice president, although he claims to have nothings against the blonde.

You keep out of the city as Tommy gets imprisoned, but you are there to greet him when he gains his freedom. Ghostbur beside you. Offering Tommy blue, and empty promises it of everything being okay now.

So when Tommy tells you he’s gonna smuggle himself into the prison with the help of the ghost, you are there handing him the potions.

When he returns only baring Friend on her leash, you break down. You lost your father once more.

Revivebur

You get an eerily sense of déjà vu over seeing him, standing over the now L’Manberg doomsday crater.

And you speak the word you had sworn to never say to him again.

“Dad?”

And he looks back, taking in the sight of you, Tommy, Tubbo & Ranboo together.

And he smiles.

And you leave.

You don’t end up talking to him again until Tommy seeks you out asking for you to talk to him, and for Fundy to do the same. You don’t know why, but you do it.

So you and Fundy meet him.

“Ah! My children!”

Fundy frowns, and you for the first time stand up to him.

“I am not your child. I am not yours!”

“What?”

“You haven’t been around for a really long time, a lot of things have changed, and so have I.”

You are seething, and for once Fundy doesn’t hold you back, or shelters you. He stands beside you.

“We had to raise ourselves! We had to keep on living after you decided to go blow your precious nation.”

“But you turned out fine! You are all grown up now, and you still have two lives each.”

Fundy pulls you into him, realising Wilbur doesn’t know.

“Y/n is on their last life. You took their second one too. You blew them up yourself. We are done here we are leaving.”

Wilbur calls out to you and Fundy, but neither of you turn around. He might have taken you in, but in the end, the two of you only ever had each other.

Children of war, never get to be children after all.

[spidernana]

Oh man those are GORGEOUS! Can we have some basic facts about them all? Or would you prefer we ask about each individually? :D

Let's start with the Tale boys:

Wander is a member of the beast clan, powerful shapeshifters that have, in his world, been hunted to near extinction through stigma and misunderstanding. Thusly, he spends most of his time among people in his monster form, to keep from being hunted down and killed. He is far too curious and attached to mankind to keep his distance entirely, though, and wanders his world as a merchant, peddling rare and magical trinkets throughout the land. The largest of the beast boys in his beast form, yet the smallest in his monster form, and the most powerful of them. Lonely, due to fear of being discovered for what he is.

Raven is a tengu monster and a VERY clever boy, easily able to dismiss people's fears of him being a demon with his charm, and is in love with the sky, flaunting in front of adoring crowds, and anything shiny. He has taken it upon himself to be something of a tour/travel guide, and takes his payment in precious metals. Supremely greedy, and extremely flirtatious. Fond of flings.

Cobalt is a legendary creature not often seen outside of myths, and is, unfortunately, a solitary being, through an accident that took most of his family from him an age ago. He is timid because of this, living deep in the forests of his world, but approaches human settlements to add to his collection of comfortable sweaters and blankets, which help insulate his cracked and sensitive bones from both weather and damage. He leaves gifts from his treasure trove to make up for his thievery. Longs for a mate but is too afraid to try.

Aqua is a siren, a rare male member of the largely matriarchal species. He is a traveler, loves to swim his way around the world to see every sight that he can, though he returns to his home waters once a year to assist in the continuance of his species. Not very intelligent, but extremely charming, especially with the aid of his magically enchanting song, and well known for wooing women off of beaches and into his arms.

Aranea is an ancient being, a son of Arachne, and the minor god of abandoned and abused women. Gifted with immortality so long as he has one soul to love, he has made a habit of rescuing women from terrible fates, abusive husbands or unwanted arranged marriages and the like, and joining them with his harem of beloved wives to ensure their happiness for the rest of their days. Devoted to his cause, his many loves, and his numerous children.

Next are the Fells:

Brutus is a member of the beast clan as well, but in his world, the beast clan have taken command and control of their homeland, where mankind have largely become livestock and possessions. Brutus is the king's most accomplished tracker and hunter, hunting down escaped humans to return them to their rightful place of servitude. Prized breeder and egotist.

Ash lives in his own personal kingdom among the sands, soaring over the plateaus and scrub brush on wide wings, scaring his prey into hiding just for the fun of hunting them down. His home is a beautiful oasis in the very center, which he guards jealously. A bachelor known for stealing women away to his oasis, a chain smoker, and a scoundrel in desperate need of a bath.

King is a hybrid lamia, composed of many deadly breeds to make him an almost unparalleled hunter, and a danger to any desert settlements he decides he wants to steal from. His trove is vast and legendary among any treasure hunters brave enough to attempt to take it from him, though none have thus far been successful. Monogamous, but often long outlives his mates.

Regin is a legendary leviathin, long-lived and written of in many ancient texts. The last true member of his breed, many of the others so old and large they have fallen into an eternal slumber. Responsible for the sinking of Atlantis, which he attacked to steal a remarkable treasure... a collar capable of letting him shrink his form to a more manageable size. Very fond of stealing women from cruise ships, and pretending to be caught in fishing nets.

Shale is a distant great great grandson of Aranea and a wanderer, traversing the world searching for new sights and the occasional mate. He is bitter, in love, disillusioned by the way his mother clung to his father and neglected her children, and has no trust for women, staying only long enough for his mate to give birth to his children before taking them and leaving in the middle of the night, to raise them on his own.

And now the Horror boys:

Cerberus is a member of the beast clan, and is the result of experimentation, inbreeding, and a great deal of abuse. Taken from his litter and placed in a circus for his mutations, he has lived most of his life in a cage, stunted in growth and almost completely incapable of speech. Each of his heads has its own personality: the green is kind and quiet, the blue intelligent and even-tempered, and the purple angry and protective. An expert at pretending to be a simple dumb beast, to avoid attention and too much expectation from the ringmaster. Refuses to mate, despite his keepers' best attempts to force him to.

Ghost is the guardian of a snowbound forest, a once kind and magnanimous protector to all who passed through his woods, most especially of the various villages dotted through it. A selfish hunter ruined that peace by attempting to kill him as a trophy, however, shattering his skull and twisting his mind, and left behind a savage, territorial killer in the wake of his former kindness. The woods are now a place of horror, hunted by a beast with nothing left but his instincts. He searches for a mate, but none thus far have been able to bear his appearance. Some say the wind that howls on the darkest nights are his cries of lonely misery.

Asper is the only survivor of his clutch, after they were cannibalized by his starving father. He wandered the land alone for many years, irreparably scarred by the occurrence and shunned everywhere he went. Out of fear of being killed for his shattered and scary appearance, he fled to the mountains and delved deep within an abandoned jade mine, and has dwelt there ever since, afraid of the sun and other monsters and anything that moves too quickly for his poor eyesight to keep up with. Desperate for a mate, but too ashamed of his appearance to attempt to find one, after being rejected and hurt so many times.

Nautilus is a kraken from the deepest depths of the ocean, dragged away from the crushing depths and into the sun by illegal fishing in the ravine he dwelt in. Hurt and confused and lost, he settled himself in a reef bedecked by many sunken ships, and slowly recovered enough to make it into a home, slowly hunting or scaring away all other predators in the area until only shoals of glittering fish remained behind. Has ultimately despaired of finding a mate in this area of the ocean.

Nox is the aberrant creation of curious scientists, taken from his nest at a young age and subjected to horrendous experiments and shameful mutilations, and eventually torn completely from his spider form and joined with the lower half of a giant scorpion. Furious, in neverending pain, and given far too much power, he broke free and destroyed the lab where he had been held, taking the lives of every scientist that had tortured him before escaping into the world beyond. He is possessed by an intense hatred of humans, convinced they are all cruel, heartless, and would only seek to harm him further, and has concocted a suitably, at least to his twisted mind, cruel manner of taking his vengeance. None thus far have survived it.

[kaijurakunsobs]

Karl coming back to you and the baby after a successful REVOLUTION!! Cause he deserves happiness (and maybe ethans there because I want rosemary and lil maginito baby to be friends

I like how you think anon

this one is gonna be fun and LONG

Let's start by pretending Ethan wasn't just a human chia pet, but the mold made him mutate like the Lords, he has no powers but his body is just...sturdier

that being said...

after Miranda's announcement of finding the perfect vessel and presenting Rose to the Lords, you could tell Heisenberg was extremely close to start his rebellion in that moment, what stopped him? that your child is waiting for the return of their parents and you still have no way out of everything goes wrong

it feels grotesque to receive a piece of such an innocent baby in a flask

through the creep vine you both learn about Ethan being in the Village, the father of the stolen child, you can see the expression in Karl's face shift into one of hope, he knows something you don't

when Winters is brought to the church you both play your role of sadistic monsters, giving a "show" for Donna and Moreau, but you have made sure there are useful things "left behind" by previous participants of your little game

with bated breaths, you follow his progress, feeling more and more hope with each Lord he takes down

Heisenberg cheers loudly when Dimitrescu goes down, lifting you off the ground and howling harder when only Moreau remains

He knows that, Ethan won't take it well when he arrives at the factory, so you offer to be the one to welcome him, reminding Karl to keep his cool and be straight with his answers and go to the point

NO THREATENING THE GUESS WITH THROWING HIM TO THE STURM

Ethan is, indeed, shaken up when he comes into the factory and the first thing he sees is you, he saw you at the church, why are you waiting for him?

"I must say, under other circumstances, it would have been...nice to meet you, but there's no time to lose, come with me, please"

he's hesitant, which is understandable, but he follows, a hand always hovering over his gun and eyes following your every move

when you reach Karl's center of command, you are careful with asking to sit and please listen to what you two have to say

"That boulder punching guy and his people are here, right Ethan?" Karl has his back to the other man "You see...me and Y/N...we need your help"

"My help!? after everything, each and everyone single one of you psychos put through?!"

But Karl is not listening, he starts to tell his story...your story, how Miranda took you both and used you like she's trying to use Rose, but you two were defective, useless, he wants revenge and is willing to do anything to get it

There's desperation in his voice but Winters seems unmoved by it, later you will admit that what you did was manipulative but as long as it works

Both men see you leave and come back with your child in arms, the kid is a bit older than Rose, the gray hair and factions that resemble yours is all that Ethan needs to know, Heisenberg as a child

they are vastly different but, he's like Ethan, he just wants to put his family in a safe place, so he accepts with the promise of "I'll kill you the moment you try to betray me"

Involving and convincing Chris is a lot harder, the man is already pissed at Ethan and now he's besties with 2 of Miranda's underlings? but time is running out and hes desperate for help, and maybe, it could actually work

Chris gives Heisenberg coordinates of where there's gonna be someone waiting for you and the kid, and that you have to be quick in reaching the point or they will leave with out you

of course, you panic! Karl is staying behind and you have to go? you want to kick Chris in the face and make him change his mind, he already has the soldats, why does he need Karl too?!

it's he who has to almost drag you away towards where the Duke is, he knows he has a better chance of getting you there, Miranda won't spare a glance at the merchant

a hefty payment and promises of coming back to you later, you are delivered safely to the team, Karl's trench coat draped over your shoulders and a sack filled with some of your most precious items. feeling like that's the last time you will see him again.

from the helicopter's window, you see with horror how the factory gets destroyed, gasping when Karl's mechanical form appears from the rubble and his army moving to where Miranda must be

the wait is grueling, painful, the sounds of gunfire and explosions make you jump, your crying child screams for their father, but this time, hes not there to calm the not cries and make them laugh

it's past dawn when the bigger explosion shakes the helicopter and when you cry the hardest, believing hes dead, that he die protecting you both.

the entire ride back to the BSAA is spent in silence, your child cried themselves to sleep and you are...just there...heartbroken, unable to shed another tear

a group of paramedics comes to you when you arrive at the new area, asking you questions and trying to check you for any wounds, but you don't answer or hear or care

from far away you see him, limping and using Ethan as a crutch, and then you are running, harder than you have ever done in your life, a strong hold in your baby

Karl looks up to see you and he can't help but smile and cry, open arms waiting for you and catching you, not carrying for his wounds, hes just there and his family is safe...and the 3 of you are free

neither of you put up a fight when the BSAA informs you that you will be under surveillance or that wherever you go you are expected to stay close to their offices, you laugh wholeheartedly when Karl asks "But we can go anywhere...you won't keep us locked away?"

Mia is the one who insists that both families must be close to each other, and you accept

it feels like a dream when Karl comes back and bitches about something that happened in the new lab, he may not be allowed to use corpses but hes allowed to tinker around with his creations and help to contain all bioweapons

you see your child grow and little Rose comes often to play, both children laugh and run around, not knowing what life they could have had

they whisper secrets and share what they have, Mia lights up whenever your kid gives her drawings, Karl melts down a bit when Rosemary calls him "uncle Heis"

and you see him change, he no longer frowns or gets irritated, he giggles or tells jokes, you have caught him develop a true fascination in watching videos and play video games

for once in so long...everything is finally fine

[minteyeddevil]

when i got to the lesson where we find out about Henry 1.0 I was chillin with one of my snakes lmao so if its not too much to ask, could i request the brothers with a reader/mc who has pet snakes?

if i were were magically teleported to some unknown place, i dont give a fuck that im in literal hell. my noodle children come with me or im not staying djhhjs its either all four of us or none of us we're a package deal

(Same goes for me but with my cats and my dog. They are my babies and need to be with me everywhere, so these demons need to adjust, lmao. xD)

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Lucifer:

He did not expect MC to make a big deal about wanting their ‘noodle children’ with them in the Devildom; but retrieved them nonetheless

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find their relationship fascinating with the snakes; especially with how easily they could handle all four of them at one time

He was hesitant to allow MC to introduce them to him, considering how well things went with Levi’s pet snake

But he does find how they coil and wrap around his arms rather...cute, he must admit

Finds himself spending time in MC’s room rather often to visit with them and their snakes, talking about them as well as the school work they need help with

Mammon:

Will they bite him? Levi tried to train his previous snake to bite him!

Very hesitant to touch them let alone hold them, so MC will have to slowly get him used to being around their babies

When one wraps around his arm, he starts babbling and freaking out about it; until they seemed to just rest on him, their tight hold relaxing

From then on, he wants to hold that specific snake all the time, be the one to feed them, and take care of them

They become his best friend (next to MC of course) and he brags to Levi specifically about how much this snake loves him

Leviathan:

Over the moon about all the snakes MC owns

He wants to know their names, the kind of snake they are, where they got them from; tell him every little detail

Will always want to be sitting and holding them, letting them slither around his hands and arms

If he is streaming and using a camera, will let one of them curl around his head and watch the chat go nuts over the precious noodle

If MC allows him to, he will totally keep them in his room (definitely not an excuse to have MC hang around him more AND for him to slowly begin stealing their snakes, nope, not at all)

Satan:

Like Levi, wants to know what kind of snakes they are, and will sit with MC to learn every detail about each snake

He’s fascinated with their scaling, the color of their eyes, the way they interact with one another and with MC as well

Has zero hesitation with the snakes and lets them coil around his limbs or his shoulders while he sits and reads with MC

Not a big fan of feeding time though, depending on what MC decides to feed them that day, so he tends to sit out during then

If MC allows it, will come up with some kind of prank involving the snakes to annoy the hell out of Lucifer

Asmodeus:

He’s just a tad off-put by the snakes, considering the horrible mishap that was Levi’s Henry 1.0

So don’t take it too personally if he avoids them when trying to be around MC, at least during the beginning of getting to know them

Once he sees how well MC handles their noodles, he’ll start to open up more, and want to hold them and pet them as well

Loves the textures of their scales; might make a joke about a purse made of their skin (MC will of course give him a good scolding/wack for it lol)

Will probably freak out a little bit if they try to wrap around his shoulders and neck, so be sure to help free him if that happens

Beelzebub:

Will take a snake in his hand without hesitation and look over their details

May make a remark about wondering how they would taste, but of course take it right back after seeing the look of sheer horror on MC’s face

Casually lets the snakes hang out on his arms and shoulders, just as MC does, when work on something, like writing down notes or reading a book

Would probably be the one to accidentally let them loose in the HoL, so everyone would have to stop and make sure to find them all

He just wanted to keep them company, MC, he didn’t mean to set them all loose like that!

Belphegor:

Will definitely ask why MC has so many snakes to begin with and why put up with the work of keeping them

He’s just royally lazy, so keeping a pet just sounds like too much work for him, but do you, MC

Freezes the first time MC places one of their snakes on him, just kind of watching them to see if they will bite him

But they just slither along his stomach and chest, doing nothing but being a little noodle

So he eventually gets used to them hanging out on him, to the point where he will just nap while hanging out with MC and their snakes, them crawling all over him lol