#teleporting ^w^ anon

[askavacvverse]

Question for The Dork Lord: How much do you like/dislike The Chosen One and why? Also would the firewall block my tp powers?

-teleporting ^w^ anon

[ELSEWHERE]

"OOOOOO! I HATE HIM!"

"HE'S ALSO VERY FUN TO BE AROUND AND MESS WITH"

"..."

"I HAVE A LOT OF COMPLEX EMOTIONS ABOUT HIM"

"ALSO NICE TRY"

"No one outside of this universe can get in! Teleporting powers or not"

"Except for Kaleidoscope because he's built different"

[leavingsilenceinthewake]

hey, i heard you keep getting teleported without your will so i'll try to do something to prevent that.. how does this magic anon work again..?

m!a: you are now immune from getting teleported out of your will, and are given a teleportation device which allows you to teleport wherever you want - even back to the library or the mirror worlds

don't abuse it–i'm pretty sure lady angela's going to be upset if you do..

The teleportation device is materialized before him in the form of a thin silver band, the width of the ring being wide enough to be worn over his gloves, and wear it he does.

"Mhm, I can't imagine Angela would be happy with me if I did. I'll just use it when I need to hop through mirror worlds."

"...Still not used to the concept."

[strawb3rryhachi]

based on this ask <3 everyone say thank u anon

It was maddening, the way you could change from so sickly sweet, rubbing your noses together while practically purring like a cat to domineering and commanding, having Sylus splayed out on his back, knees pulled closely to his chest as you bucked into him.

And he wasn't so fucked out that he couldn't feel that little burning of embarrassment, oh no. It was creeping its way up his muscular shoulders and straining neck as he watched you, your eyes alight with something similar to an animal watching it's prey, lying in wait to go in for the kill.

His overall desire for you to have your way with him presided over that little devil on his shoulder telling him to turn tail and get the hell outta there, especially when the angel that was you stared at him with such a maniacal grin, short nails digging superficial crescents into his flushed cheeks. He was blissfully at your disposal, uncontrollable, choked sounds of pleasure escaping from his parted lips.

"So eager for more, my little crow." You cooed, biting your lip to hold back a squeal of delight, drinking in the way his long fingers dipped into the hard muscles on the back of his thighs as he held them.

Your knees sunk into the plush mattress each time you thrusted forward, maw hung open, drooling like a rabid animal.

"Everything you do feels so good, kitten." He whines, eyebrows furrowing in desperation, "You’ve turned me into such a depraved man, I can’t get off without you."

And you knew it was true. You'd crossed that line into dominating him, into breaking down all those 'masculine' ideals that truly didn't belong to him and were nothing more than a curation of rumor. Since then you'd spent many nights talking him through failed orgasms, just to show up on his doorstep and finally give him relief.

You huffed out, breath catching as you watch the 6’2 man turn into jelly underneath you, pants and whines leaving his parted, swollen lips.

“You’ve been loving being stretched open so much,” You croon, grasping his girth in your spit slicked fingers, “I wonder if I could even cum from fucking you anymore.”

You feign a look of betrayal, jutting your bottom lip out into a pout, pushing in to the hilt and cementing yourself there. His eyes roll back, a choked moan cracking out from his throat as you tug at his aching length.

“W-what?” It was breathless, barely above a whisper. His brows scrunch together as his fingers reach for you, digging into the plush, soft skin of your ass. He’s desperate, gripping and groping, pulling you back and forth for some kind of friction.

“Just look at you, my pet.” Your thighs were slick with pure ecstasy, basking in your own depravity as you watched him squirm under your gaze.

“You’ve become so twisted, I don’t think you have it in you anymore. Hell, you might not even be able to stay hard.” A teasing lilt funneling its way into Sylus’s ear as you bent down close, only pushing yourself impossibly further inside him.

It was a challenge. One you knew his greedy little soul would be all too happy to take on.

“O-of course I can.” He whimpers as you pull out of him, feeling disturbingly empty. Watching with bated breath as you slide out of the strap, “I could never deny you.”

He’s scrambling to his knees, chasing after you on all fours as you hop off the bed. Just barely out of his reach.

Admittedly he didn’t know being inside you was an option, he took what you gave him. Never more. Only further proving this to be true as you towered over him, your sopping heat only a mere two inches from his face.

He didn’t lunge forward, didn’t even think about it. Just waited with his tongue lolled out and a blush on his cheeks for that one little command he was drooling for.

“Eat.” You let out a giggle, watching as he teleported forward, mouth latched onto your clit before you were even done speaking. An overly large, overly excited dog.

Sylus was drunk on you, slurping up all that honeyed desire the strap had kept concealed, face dripping with the evidence of how you truly felt about playing and making yourself at home inside him. But he was ever the flatterer, especially when he knew it’d work in his favor. And was it really flattery when he meant every word?

“So beautiful.” He hummed against your mound, “I love that look in your eyes.” Your face had contorted into a harsh glare, it was torture keeping yourself domineering when he looked oh-so perfect beneath you.

A sickeningly pleasurable torture as you watched him work harder to please you, nose pressed tightly against your clit as his tongue worked in and out of you. He was grinding into the bed, hungry to please and be pleased.

Unsatiated and unwilling to relent, the silk sheets beneath him gliding against his sensitive shaft, tip poking into the mattress.

You faked a yawn, pushing him onto his back. Wordlessly positioning yourself over that pre cummy tip and sinking down. The stretch was mind numbing, your cunt enveloping him in a sweet, wet embrace that had both of you throwing your heads back, shaky breaths intermingling as your back arched you forward, palms pressing harshly against his chest in an attempt to ground yourself.

Sylus thought he might cum then and there, the feeling of your slippery depths never got old. As soon as his tip went past your entrance, his balls clenched, begging for release. He was whimpering, pulling one of your hands up to his mouth to lap and lave at your digits, whimpering but knowing better than to buck up into you.

It only took a moment for you to regain your control, using your free hand to push yourself up onto your feet, stopping your ascent just as you feel his head pulling at your slit.

“How the fuck are you so big?” You purr, slamming yourself down, his weeping head poking deliciously at your cervix, “It’s been so long, I forgot how good it feels.”

You were drooling, totally drunk on his cock, blocking out his plea’s, begging you to slow down before he cums.

“Should I clip your wings, my little crow?” Your eyes were dark, heavy eyelids shading everything but your irises into obscurity. “Keep you in a cage and only let you out for my enjoyment?”

“So mean, Kitten.” He pouts, pulling your fingers from his mouth just for you to shove them back in, fingertips playing at the back of his throat. He gags, his saliva coating your digits, tears of ecstasy brimming at the corner of his eyes before you’re pulling them out yet again to rub at your clit.

“Would you not enjoy it, my love?” Your voice has taken on a darker tone, deep and sultry but somehow still feminine and playful. His sanity is teetering on the edge, though you’re beyond bringing back. Your eyes are crazed, feral grin spreading perfectly across your face as you continue your assault on his cock.

“You could cut every part of me to pieces and I’d still want to be right here.” He moans, “Use me. Please.” His plea’s are high pitched, if anyone was around to hear, they’d never guess these eager sounds were coming from the big bad leader of Onychinus.

Gripping and squeezing as if milking him for all he’s worth, your pussy was practically demanding to be filled. He was crying out, hands splayed across your lower back and keeping him self tethered closely to you.

“G-gonna cum.” He hiccups, face turning to the side as if now was anytime to be embarrassed. You grip his face harshly, forcing him to look you dead on.

“No.” No room for debate or denial. You plopped all the way down, sinking down to his base, wiggling your hips and grinding hard against him. That little tuft of silver rubbing deliciously onto your clit.

It only takes him a fraction of a second to recognize you’re spelling out his name. The sentiment alone has him reeling, his balls are pulling taut before he knows it, throbbing cock spitting that thick web of cum deep inside you.

He’s crying, apologizing as his fingers dig into your hips, riding out his own high. The feeling of him losing himself inside you was enough to have you barreling toward your own release, his cum pushing out and gushing down his balls, making a creamy mess.

“Oh you’re so fucked.” You giggle, falling forward and panting against his chest.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

thank you for reading <3 anon i hope this was close to what you were hoping for<3 thank you for requesting and sorry it took so long to get out!

xoxo

Hachi

[ducksido]

Hello hello, love your writing :)

Could we have some interactions with the overblot boys and a reader who is terrified of spiders? Like, there's a spider in Ramshackle, and y/n either wants them to kill it or hide in their dorm.

-🐁 anon

Riddle Rosehearts

"It's just a spider—wait, Yuu? Are you...crying?"

You had been frozen mid-step in the common room, eyes locked on a massive, hairy spider crawling up the wall. The second Riddle walked in, you let out a trembling, “Get it. Get it right now or I’m sleeping outside.”

Riddle, assuming it was something serious, followed your trembling finger. "...That?" He tried to lecture you—something about rational fears and the spider being more afraid of you than you are of it—but you started tearing up.

“Oh Great Seven—fine! Stand back. I’ll eliminate it.”

He whacked it with a rolled-up rulebook. Then cast Flame just to be sure. You’re not sure if it was necessary, but hey. It’s dead. He ends up brewing calming tea for you and even checks the rest of Ramshackle for more eight-legged threats—just in case.

Leona Kingscholar

“You’re making that face over a bug?”

You practically tackled him the moment he entered the dorm. “There’s a spider the size of a hand in my room. Kill it. Please.”

Leona squinted at you like you’d just asked him to wrestle a ghost. “Seriously? You’ve survived overblots, and this is what takes you out?”

He sauntered into your room, not even flinching as he picked up a boot and squashed it in one motion. He didn’t even look.

“Done. You owe me a nap.”

You’re still shaking. He sighs, grabs your hand, and pulls you onto the couch with him. “Next time, just call Jack. He likes bugs.” He smirks when you bury your face in his shoulder.

Azul Ashengrotto

“W-What do you want me to do?! It’s got legs, Yuu!”

You screamed so loud Azul almost dropped the Mostro Lounge daybooks. The cause? A wolf spider on your kitchen counter.

He tried to play it cool. “Oh? A spider? Surely you’re overreact—OH GREAT SEVEN THAT’S HUGE.”

Neither of you wants to get close. You throw a shoe. It misses. He throws a contract. It flutters uselessly to the floor.

Eventually, Jade wanders in and plucks the spider up like it’s a pet, smiling. Azul covers his eyes. You cling to him like he’s a teddy bear.

Azul does start offering a pest control contract later though. For “future arachnid-related trauma,” he says. You consider it.

Jamil Viper

“Yuu—wait, did you say spider?”

You sprint into Scarabia like your life depends on it, grabbing Jamil by the arm and gasping, “There’s a spider in my sink. I can’t sleep there. I’ll scream. I did scream. It’s staring at me.”

Jamil freezes. “…Spider?” You nod, wide-eyed. He visibly pales.

“Nope. No. Uh-uh,” he mutters, subtly backing away like the spider might teleport into the room. “I—I hate those things. They’ve got too many legs. They move wrong.”

But you’re practically vibrating with fear, and his instincts to take care of you override his own phobia.

“Okay. Fine. We’re doing this. Together. Like survivors.”

You both head back to Ramshackle armed with a broom, a dustpan, and three bug sprays. Jamil’s got the broom out like a sword and sends you to “watch his back.”

You both shriek when it moves. Eventually, he traps it under a bowl and throws the whole thing out the window—with magic. Not touching it. Not today.

You both collapse on the couch, traumatized but victorious.

“No one tells Kalim,” he pants. You nod. Solidarity.

Later, he sneaks lemongrass into your windows... and his own. Just in case.

Vil Schoenheit

“It had how many eyes?”

You screamed and nearly fainted on the spot, pointing at a dark blob skittering across your hallway. Vil arrived in dramatic fashion, cape swishing, heels clicking.

“Did someone die?!” he asked. “No,” you whispered, clutching his arm. “Worse. It has eight legs.”

Vil sighed like you just told him you got gum in your hair during a photoshoot. He snapped his fingers. Rook came in with precision aim and caught the spider under a glass.

“It’s handled, mon lapin. But do please let me gift you with proper home pest-repellents. And maybe a self-defense class.”

You end up with eucalyptus oil sachets and a personal spider evacuation bell.

Idia Shroud

“K-Kill it yourself!! I’m not a tank character IRL!!”

You Facetime him in tears. “I’m gonna die. There’s a spider the size of a tarantula guarding my closet.”

Idia, in his dark room surrounded by screens, gapes at you.

“A spider boss?! No way I’m coming in there! I’m not built for this!”

But you threaten to delete your friendship file in his system. So he panics, puts on like three layers of clothes, gloves, and a helmet, and tiptoes into Ramshackle like it’s a horror game.

Eventually, he vacuum traps the thing after a lot of squealing.

You reward him with snacks. He proudly tells Ortho he’s officially “levelled up IRL bravery stat +1.”

Malleus Draconia

“Ah. A child of the earth. Curious.”

You scream so loud he teleports in. “What dark force has dared to—oh. It’s...a spider.”

You cling to him. "Please. Kill it. Burn it. I don’t care."

He tilts his head, watching the tiny creature crawl up the fireplace. “Where I come from, spiders are symbols of good luck. But if it frightens you…”

He gently scoops it into his palm with magic, opens the window, and lets it go. “You are safe now, Child of Man.”

You’re not sure if you’re touched or horrified. He notices your shaken breath and holds you close, murmuring ancient fae lullabies until your heart slows again.

[biancasaidstfu]

So there’s a photo dump by her friends all putting her in several locations over like 72 hours….thats interesting. She did the KS party, had a meal w her friend, then flew to Ireland to hang out in a bar w another friend. Both end up being proven as latergrams, one potentially older than the other but still not in real time, right? Seems suspicious to me.

She’s cute w the smoke and mirrors but I’d hazard a guess she wants everyone to look at those pictures rather than realize she went to Rome.

She’s trying too hard not to be seen in public w Luke. If he’s just your friend, grab a coffee w your bestie and get some PR out of it. My theory is that they can’t be seen together bc just one pic of them in real life again and everyone will know that they are serious.

Nic, please just order your monogram towels and send out your engagement announcements already (jk). They do too much sometimes. I’m side eyeing them respectfully of course. 🤣

#blessthemess

Either Nicola already has a teleportation device (can you get that on Amazon I hate driving) or home girl assembled the avengers to scramble her location.

I think it’s fairly obvious what was happening. Misdirection, sleight of hand type of work.

You’re also right, anon.

Why not be seen with Luke getting a friendly brunch. If that’s not a private relationship then end the speculation and get some incredible PR out of it.

It’s pretty obvious why we don’t see them around each other at all but we see her and Jake everywhere.

One of those relationships is private and one of them is out in the open all over the internet.

What did Nicola say she wants her relationship to be???

[ask-the-rag-dolly]

*teleports in* Time to check if us Anons still have glitchy arms! Then we'll know for sure if you attached it back to her successfully.

"W-well, I guess you all aren't glitching out anymore?"

[forsaken-headcanons]

🧇 anon is back hi! Also your gonna have to suffer w my coloured text /j

( im doing this since I cant find a full ver of against the kitchen floor and im too lazy to record, 7n7 why do you fit so much w that song.)

im throwing the bunny hybrid at 7n7 aswell since of my current design soo uhh throws my hcs at you

1 ; during his hackings back in the day, he had to manage to try 2 hide his ears (buny ears not like actual) so they won’t get in the way.

1 in a half ; Now-a-days he doesn’t bother to hide them as he’s pretty much stopped hacking (clones + teleportation)

2 ; same as mafi, will eat vegetables, will even take like that one inside out pizza as long as he’s ‘healthy’ or eating 1.1

I’ve run out of hcs for today so…. enjoy like 3 or just 2

Against the Kitchen Floor spotted Will Wood spotted I love Will Wood so much Anyways catches your hcs!!

Bunny 7n7 sounds interesting…… For some reason I imagine them being pushed back down by his hat during his hacking days and now it just stays like that because he’s used to it.

[asksean-theretiredgod]

*Aster and Willow comes down from their room and throws a mangled crispy corpse down the stairs and yell*

A:"MERRY CHRISTMAS YA FILTHY ANIMAL!"

W:"AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR! YA SACK OF SHIT!"

ASTER, WILLOW!

WHAT THE HELL ARE THE TWO OF YOU DOING?! GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!

(Sean is a bit mad at the recklessness of their actions, grabbing the dead and fried anon to teleport it to the compost area)

[poetthewriter]

Excuse me sir, may I have some Etho fluff? Just a little to spare.

Drink water and touch grass! -🪓anon

KitsuneEthoslab x GnReader

Cookie Kisses

𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒕= 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒃&𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔🌱🧄🌿

The sky is dark and the shopping district is silent as soft white snow falls down from the sky, a gently lit lantern sways back and forth as the light guides your way, heat realises its self from the tiny crackling fire but the heat is only enough to warm the frosted feeling in you finger tips. snow crunches underneath warm boots and the wind harshly snaps you face.

walking through the shops and stores a joyful smile forms on your face the beautiful blue glow reaches you as you look through the widows of the alley sanctuary, your eyes shimmer reflecting the enchanting view and from afar someone admires the charming looks that belong to you.

Etho sits like a cat on a firm branch of a spruce tree, one by one 9 tails show them self's behind his back matching the color of the freezing snow and mimicking the chilled wind, his tails resembles the tail of an arctic fox snowy white with soft periwinkle tips.

Ethos hair falls over his face as as he tilts his head onto his hand, you continue walking your cold path but a patch of ice is not so happy to let you pass on without harm, hidden under the snow you trip, slipping back onto the ice.

Holding your head soothing the flashes of pain pounding on the back of your head, a silhouette stands in front of you hold out a hand to pick you up from your pained state, "Are you alright dear" Ethos tall stance lowers as he puts an arm around you picking you up. "i would offer you some ice to help your head but i don't think you need more, already got enough ice to the head" he laughs out breathily.

As you pull your self up your friend supports you with his arm, feeling a bit dizzy still Ethos pulls you in to Scars cookie shop sitting you down to rest for a moment. "thanks Etho" you look at him with a smile and he returns one right away.

"Anytime, So Y/n what ya doing out shopping so late?" Etho responds in his quiet sweet deep voice.

"Well I'm going on a trip soon to some other servers to go scouring for some gifts for everyone I know its still quite early but I'm always rushing and I'm not to good at keeping up with getting all the gifts, I came to grab some elytra's". you respond with a embarrassed tone.

"ah I see well are you feeling alright now?"

"oh yeah, don't worry ill live"

Etho stand up and quickly grabs a cookie from Scars shop counter leaving him some cash and bringing it back over to you, your eyes question him at why he bought you one, Scars shop is fairly new and you haven't had the time to check out and support you good friends business so unbeknownst to you you didn't know the spell put on the tasty cookies.

"Oh, thank you Etho" you say to him as he hands you a cookie, slowly you take a bite out of the cookie as you close your eyes, soft and chewy and... huh? opening your eyes you see yourself teleported right Infront of Etho, of course embarrassed you go to get of of him but his hand pulls you in stroking your cheek.

"Y/n" he looks at you with loving eyes, pulling down his mask he looks at you again, "may i kiss you?" your heart strings pull tight and you feel as if the air has been knocked out of your lungs, looking as his face you stare in shock, Etho and yourself have known each other for years now he has been there and been by your side.

It was him all along, you and him. he watched over you taking care of you and being your best friend, you and him all along.

your face warms up as he awaits you answer and finally you speak up. "yes" you say to him, his face leans in and his lips are warm its only a peck and it only lasts a few moments but its full, full of love.

"That is one gift off your list" he smile holding you "may i take you home lovely?" he looks at you with a smirk pulling his mask up again, without responding you grab his hand and walk out of the shop, as the two of you walk past the spot of ice you tripped on he looks over at it and speaks up.

"What, lovely weather"

A/n-sorry it took so long hope ya can forgive me 🪓💕

[purinfelix]

Hi! I was wondering if you write for ansu fati too? If you do could you do something about him teasing the reader for the height or playful stuff like that?

special trick ⋆˙⟡ - ansu fati

summary: whenever the two of you fight, your boyfriend takes advantage of your height difference to force you into talking to him w/c: 865

a/n: aaa a bit nervous cus its my first time writing for ansu and i sort of took your request and ran with it - hope you don't mind and still enjoy anon!! tysm for ur req <333

He had done it again.

You let out an exasperated grumble as you made a weak attempt to reach for the highest shelf in your kitchen to get the jar of jam you had bought earlier this week. Despite having a clear memory of putting the jar on the lowest shelf you could reach when you had bought it, you weren't surprised at the fact that it had seemingly teleported just above your reach. Not when you had a boyfriend you were giving the silent treatment to, not when you knew him well enough to know tactics to force you into talking to him again.

It had probably been a couple of months into your relationship when he had first done it - you could remember it clearly. You were mad at him for having stayed out late without letting you know first, throwing you into a flurry of panic causing you to stay up late waiting for him. When he inevitably came home though, with a weak excuse you refused to accept, you went to bed in a huff, determined not to talk to him until he apologised.

That was, at least, until you woke up the next morning to find everything you normally used to make breakfast on the highest shelf of your cupboards - just outside of your reach. Begrudgingly you padded back to your bedroom, shook Ansu awake, and reluctantly asked him - in the tiniest voice possible - to help you. It did little to make you any less mad at him but having been forced into talking to him also forced you into making and eating breakfast together, when the two of you inevitably talked out your issues.

Since then, he had only used this method an additional two times - and each and every time it worked like a charm. And strangely enough, after the second time you stopped finding it annoying as it grew to become more of a silent signalling between the two of you. Ansu's unspoken message to you, a precursor to his apology - one that was softer, a gentle nudge into talking to him again.

But this time you were determined to stand your ground, too angry with him for having forgotten about your plans the night before. You had gotten all dressed up, excited to spend the night out with him - only to receive a text from him saying he'd be staying back late at training. Out of all of the things he had used this tactic to apologise for, this was by far the most inexcusable.

But you needed your jam - and that was when an idea sprung into your head. Carefully, you pushed one knee up onto the kitchen counter and tried your best to reach your precious treasure, with no success. In any other case you would've been slightly impressed at Ansu for how high he had managed to place it, but today this fact only compounded your annoyance. Stretching a little taller, you pulled your other knee up onto the counter as well, knowing full well how risky this was but being too stubborn to care.

"Don't worry, I'm here to get i- woah, woah woah baby!"

From behind you, you heard your boyfriend's smug tone instantly transform into one of concern when he saw you teetering unsteadily. Luckily, you had just managed to grab your jar and were just about to spin around and shoot him a spiteful look. At least, that was what you had tried to do before feeling yourself lose your balance.

You were lucky you had a footballer for a boyfriend, and soon enough you found yourself secure in his arms. The two of you panted, the adrenaline rush forcing you to come to your senses as your sweaty palm caused the jam jar to slip from your hand and thud to the ground. For the first time that morning, you looked your boyfriend in the eyes, watching the worry in his expression slowly subside.

"You alright?" Even after a night of silent treatment and almost injuring yourself, his first response is to make sure you're okay.

"Yes, sorry, I don't know what I was thinking." You sigh, holding a hand up to your temple.

"I could say the same thing," he says, letting out an embarrassed laugh as you stand up, "but at least you're talking to me now."

"Mhm, not like I have a choice," you turn away, folding your arms. You're trying your best to maintain your grudge, but considering the fact he just saved you, it's a little hard.

"Oh c'mon, don't be like that," he pulls you back in by the waist, leaning in close to try and catch the eye contact you're stubbornly avoiding. "I'm really sorry about last night, I promise I'll make it up to you."

Finally, you look him in the eyes and your stern expression melts away into a bashful smile. Unfolding your arms, you link them around his neck as he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Just don't do it again, okay?"

"Forget about our plans or my secret silent-treatment-breaking tactic?" You can hear the grin in his voice and you hit his chest playfully.

"Neither!"

[qdrex]

*teleports to the two* HEWOOOO I wanna ask some Questionssss bout you two. Is Chosen able to go outside in public? Or would people get too scared? -teleporting ^w^ anon

[deceit-and-knowledge]

**blows frost onto smilks forehead** That can wait until after we **gestures to the others on their own medical beds, Fount hopefully asleep, and Truthless preening his daughter** rest and heal up. We’re all not supposed to leave until we’re cleared by Vanilla or the medical staff. Doctor’s orders. I’m assuming he’s on his way now all panicked since you got teleported… — Rime Dragon Cookie - aka bird anon

ooc: sacrificing you for a silly I planned while washing the dishes

s: ah.. yeah I think he is.. *crawls out of bath, SOPPING WET (even his clothes are wet)*

*shakily walks over to sage, checking if he's okay*

...

f: *curled up, sleeping*

s: ..he's so cute... <- spoke too loudly

t: ...did you just... call him cute?????

s: Wha- W-Well i-... I-I'm complimenting myself! C'mon you think he's cute too!? Don't you??

t: ..yeah... you're a moron.. where's your pathetic brain cells at half wit..

s: .*blushes more remembering his dream*... Left when I looked at you..

t: *drags shadow milk over to him via his collar* what was that...?

s: ...i...l-lost them..wh-when I looked at...you...because y-you're so...stupid!

t: yeah get better insults asshole..

s: *shaky pant* <- freak

t: ...ah...f-fuck your fever.. are you okay..?

Go back to the bath *ushering him over*

s: *hops back in and just hides.*

T-That fucking dream is messing with m-my head. Urghhhh this is fucking humiliating.....focus get it fucking together shadow milk cookie...

[geeforsakenarchive]

HAI HAI I AM A BIG FAN OF UR WRITINGS‼️‼️

I hope you're doing well and having a nice day! Can i request for a 1x1x1x1 x reader? Like, image during pre-forsaken, reader as shed's close friend and take care (or keep her company) of 1x4 for him (i apologize in advance if i dont get the lore right t_t) and after forsaken'd he and reader will have a reunion. I kinda prefer romantic more, but its up to you to decide!

Feel free to ignore this! Tysm <3

- anon request

𝘞𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘷𝘦

1x1x1x1 x Gn!Reader

tw: Mentions of violence, kidnapping, emotional manipulation, possessive behavior, and mild horror themes.

Shedletsky, your close friend, asked you to keep his creation, 1x1x1x1, company. You didn’t hesitate; you always wanted to help your best friend.

“I’m sorry I have to ask this of you,” Shedletsky said as he adjusted his coat. He was heading off to meet Builderman for a development project they’d been planning.

“No, it’s fine. I’m happy to help,” you replied with a smile.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a green figure with long white hair sitting quietly in a chair, looking like someone who had been forgotten.

“Well… thank you again,” Shedletsky said. Just as he was about to leave, he turned to you and added with a smirk, “Don’t worry, I’ll bring fried chicken when I get back.”

You closed the door behind him and walked toward 1x, who remained silent, his gaze lowered.

“Are you going to stay quiet?” you asked, glancing around the peaceful, quiet room. 1x didn’t respond, still staring at the floor.

“You know, I heard you and Shed don’t have the best relationship,” you said, standing up from your chair. “But he actually cares about you.”

Finally, 1x lifted his head and looked at you.

“He’s lying. He doesn’t show it,” he muttered.

Your smile faltered for a moment before you brought it back. “Even if he doesn’t show it, I know he cares. He just doesn’t like to show emotions openly.”

He looked at you again, as if your words had struck a chord.

“Don’t let those negative thoughts get to you, 1x,” you said with a soft smile.

A faint smile appeared on his face, and you noticed.

“How about some cake? I’ll bake one,” you said as you got up from your chair. “You can help me.”

He followed you into the kitchen, handing you ingredients as you worked.

Once the cake was in the oven, boom. A delicious chocolate cake was done. You both ended up eating it peacefully, laughing together as you comforted him with sweet words about him and Shedletsky.

You just wanted to keep him happy. And he was trying.

...

But everything changed.

Like an asteroid crashing down and wiping everything away.

You and Shedletsky were suddenly teleported to a strange place. A game, Shedletsky said. A survival game. The goal: survive.

You both managed to make it through a few rounds. Now, the next one was about to begin.

You looked up at the sky, wondering what had happened to 1x. You and Shed had vanished without warning, leaving him behind.

*Damn it,* you thought. *He must think we abandoned him.*

A loudspeaker crackled to life. The next round had begun.

You stayed close to Shedletsky, he was the only one you trusted here. You followed the others too, but staying near Shed felt safer.

Then, a sudden slash of a sword separated the two of you. Before you could run back to him, someone approached.

The killer.

“Go, Shed!” you yelled. He hesitated, but nodded and ran, just as you did, taking a different path.

You heard footsteps closing in. Before you could reach a nearby building, black tendrils wrapped around you and dragged you toward the killer.

You gasped when you saw a familiar green aura. Your eyes widened.

It was 1x.

But he looked... different. Dangerous.

He pulled you close, and you stared at him, shocked and worried.

“1x…” you whispered.

He lowered his sword and gently cupped your cheek. “I found you, my dove,” he said with a smile, sinister and unlike the gentle one you remembered.

“W-what happened to you?” you asked.

He chuckled, pulling you even closer. “You’re supposed to ask me if you missed me.”

You looked at him, confused, but yes, you had missed him. You hugged him, and he hugged you back. His white hair was longer now. You reached up to touch it gently.

He noticed and chuckled. “It grew out. I took your advice.”

You smiled faintly, remembering how you told him to grow it out. But your mind quickly returned to the present.

“Shed… he’s—”

“No. Don’t mention him,” 1x snapped, his expression darkening.

You blinked, confused. Before you could speak, someone appeared, another player. He raised his sword and knocked you out before you could react. The tendrils carefully lowered you to the ground.

As your consciousness faded, you watched 1x begin slaughtering the remaining survivors.

You wanted to stop him, but everything was going dark.

“Sleep, my dove. I’ll wake you when we’re alone… together.”

[robloxiaswasteland]

" ₑₙₜₑᵣ ᵢF Yₒᵤ Dₐᵣₑ ! "

[THE START]

> * You've been walking for what has felt like hours . Your feet ache , causing a hitch in your every-step . Where are you , exactly ? The BanLands , of course . A mesh of Experiences long forgotten by the Admins , and where Robloxias' most wanted come to die . You can't shake the feeling that someone is watching . What have you done to deserve this fate ? Have the Admins abandoned all faith in you ? You weren't deserving of this place , or at least you believed you weren't . All you could do is pray that BuilderMan have mercy on your Soul during your ventures here . .

Your walk is one that has been uneventful so far . The occasional Robloxian you'd expect to meet here were beyond unwelcoming . The BanLands were a mixed bag . It held banned Games , banned Players , Items . . It was the RobloxHQ's garbage disposal . All your thoughts are a whirlwind of worry . Will you witness rumours concerning the BanLands to be true ? Will you meet the infamous rulers ? Hackers ? You have nothing to defend yourself with ! As if these Lands had read your thoughts , your paranoia spikes up as you see a red-figure by the corner of your eye . Quickly , you whip your body around only to see the remains of buildings . Was it your mind playing tricks on you , or something more ?

You are quick to get your answer as a pure-red Robloxian steps into your field of vision with a menacing smile . .

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[everlasting-rainfall]

Hay so I got a question, you see I just read your one shot on yandere imu and I have one question what if the reader tries to kill themselves to get away from imu what would happen then? Also make sure you take care of yourself and drink plenty of water and food stay healthy too many people don't

Unknown anon

Hey! Thanks for the ask, Unknown Anon!! And thank you for reminding me to drink water and eat food because I don’t have the best memory

Also thanks for sending in an ask about Imu! I really do enjoy writing for characters who have done truly awful things though (as long as the awful things aren’t absolutely disgusting…), something about it is just fun.

Anywho, that’s enough out of me! Let’s get into your ask, shall we?

Real quick as well, I probably didn’t do the best job with this so I sincerely apologize if it’s bad.

BEWARE SPOILERS

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

SUICIDE, SELF HARM, Imu being Imu, Isolation, Immortality, Rainfall Probably being Incorrect about Things, Death, Bathing Together, Being Watched While You Change, Being Locked Up, SPOILERS

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

So I honestly truly believe that if you were to ever try to take your own life then the key word would probably be try. I don’t think that you’d be able to completely take your own life.

Severely injure yourself? Yeah, but not kill yourself…

With the way that all five Gorosei have regeneration abilities, I assume that unless it’s something related to their Devil Fruits (which it probably is, and I’m just forgetting or not realizing) then I would assume that maybe it’s a power granted by Imu?

Because all five of them being able to teleport, communicate long distances with telepathy, regenerate, and seemingly be immortal. I don’t think I can accept that all of that comes from Devil Fruits.

I have to assume that some of that comes from like Imu granting them these powers or something like that…

So if that is indeed the case then Imu might have given you one of these abilities too just to ensure that they would never lose you. You belong to them after all, and they aren’t going to allow death to take you.

No matter how much you might want to get away from them.

Imu might not even bat an eye when you try to end yourself in that case. It probably does hurt them to see you trying so desperately to get away from your loving partner so much, but you’d never know that.

They know that you’re not gonna be able to get away from then so there’s no purpose in trying to stop you. That is unless you get too insistent or brutal about your attempts.

That’s when Imu will have enough, you won’t be thrown into a cell and left there until you stop. However Imu will have anything that you could use to harm yourself removed from the area until you finally stop or show signs of improvement.

Keep trying though even after things have been removed? Imu’s eventually gonna have enough, and it’s back to the cell where you stayed locked up until you learn your lesson after trying to kill them… It’s for your own good in their opinion…

Now in the event that Imu didn’t or wasn’t able to give you regenerative or immortal abilities? I still don’t see you being able to succeed in what you’re doing…

You’d be able to severely injure yourself, sure and probably almost die. But you’d find yourself waking up back in your bed with medical equipment attached to you, and your injuries stitched shut.

Imu might even be sitting by your bedside doing… whatever it is that Imu does to pass the time… Reading? Knitting? Napping? Making Plans for Something? Who knows, but you might find Imu sitting there

After an event like that, Imu is going to keep an intensely close eye on you… Whatever you’re doing, Imu is there…

Are you reading? Imu’s now sitting next to you looking at the pages of your book… Are you taking a bath? So is Imu, move over… Getting changed? Imu’s in the doorway just staring at you… Going to sleep? Imu’s in bed with you even if they aren’t sleeping…

Imu can’t trust you to be on your own after something like that… What if they had lost you? Imu isn’t risking anything like that…

They don’t care how much this might irritate or frighten you… You belong to them, dammit and if keeping you means doing all of that? Then so be it…

Imu will keep this up for as long as they feel it’s necessary until they feel like they can allow you to be on your own again…

This also might be the time when Imu might also be the most lenient with you as well. Don’t get them wrong though, you still can’t leave or talk to anyone who Imu doesn’t approve of…

But let’s say that you wind up mentioning at one point about something that might help to improve your mental health. Like something you lost when Imu took you, you mention it?

A few days later or even the next day, there it is…

Also Imu would allow you to talk to a therapist, but that would require speaking to someone that Imu probably doesn’t approve of…

So unless one of the Gorosei can act as a therapist, or Imu gets really desperate then you probably aren't seeing one… And with the second case, the therapist would be killed as soon as they had finished their work with you…

Not in a “Our sessions over” and then they’re shot sorta way, but more like “Dear *Insert Name*, I do believe that we’ve made all the progress that we can… I wish you the best…” and then they’re escorted out and killed…

[askthefuturestickgeneration]

(Teleports near Selly, hoping I won’t be seen by the ghost) (whispers) Selly, are you sure Mr Ghost is nice? Someone said he might be very dangerous… I suggest you go away from him… NOW!!! -teleporting ^w^ anon