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[melloeyed]

Gaslight District X Mom!Reader Headcanons

Part Two

(Reader is Butcher Ken’s wife and Mel and Breadhead’s Mama.)

• Being the wife of a mafia boss while being the mother of a human and a yeast golem is pure insanity, but when it comes to the love for your family, there’s nothing you cannot handle.

• You mostly spend your days tending to The Whale Belly Butchershop while Ken and Mud are on their missions with the kids, but it’s not unheard of for you to join them.

• Mel would always be the first person to bounce into your arms after a successful killing mission, rambling about how awesome the trip was and how she helped the gang. She would always love hearing your words of praise after putting up with Ken’s endless bickering for her safety.

“…and then I used the chainsaw! Pretty cool, huh, mom?”

“Oh-ho-ho! I wish I was there to see it, sweetie!”

• You would always quickly tend to Mel whenever she was injured after a mission.

• Like Ken, you were severely worried about your daughter’s safety, considering how you and your husband are the only people who know she’s a human. Though, unlike him, you’re not as overprotective.

• And Mel absolutely loves you for that. She would often use you as leverage for winning arguments with her dad when it comes to her safety.

“Mel, I always told you not to-!”

“Oh, c’mon, Ken! You never let me go outside on my own! Mom always lets me!”

“DON’T BRING YOUR MOTHER INTO THIS!”

• Breadhead is a total mama’s boy and will always look forward to at least spending time with you every single day. The silly bread man just loves your guts. You’ve been nothing but sweet to him since he was a bun in the oven and he’s always willing to return the love.

• Anything his mama says, he’ll do it. Do chores at work, he’ll do it. Bring a souvenir from one of the missions, he’ll do it. Cement the man that insulted your cooking, he’ll do it.

• Just like how Mel wants Ken to be proud of her, Breadhead can’t get enough of you being proud of him.

• There was a time when you joined the Smiling Dead on a mission and Breadhead was bubbling with excitement. He was twice as excited to fight with his mama and often turned to you for praise after brutally mutilating a random Rotling.

“Mama, did you see that? Did you see what I did?”

“Of course, honey bun. Mama’s so proud!”

“Heh heh! Mama’s proud of me!”

• Even though you don’t join missions, you’re just as insane and demented as the rest of the crew. Though you do a better job at hiding it than the others. Ken and Mud find you fun to be around because of this.

• Your kids would be busy ripping apart their latest victim and you would be just watching them, unfazed with a calm yet proud smile, completely splattered in the victims purple blood.

• Ken would always plan date nights with you whenever your schedule was open. Slow dancing in the closed butcher shop with soft music in the background was always his go-to for a romantic night.

• You and Ken were the undead Bonnie and Clyde of the town, but better. You, Ken, and Mud were the only members of the Smiling Gang before Mel and Breadhead were born.

• Mud would often reminisce those days. He would always bring up how he missed those good old times when it was just you three and how much more exciting and crazier the missions were back in the day.

“Ah, Mel. You should’ve seen (Y/N) back then when she was in the crew! She was one crazy bitch!”

“Watch it, Mud! But yes, I quite was…”

• Mud often tends to steal your things just to rile you up. He knows that pissing you off is like playing with fire, but hey, what’s more fun than bickering with his sister-in-law?

• Being the wife of a mafia don always has its perks. Ken never stops spoiling you after making a good amount of scarab from work. Dresses, jewelry, custom-made knives, he always knew what you wanted.

• He happily remembered how you squealed with joy and covered his face with kisses after he gave you a torture rack as a gift on your 4th anniversary together.

• And just like Ken, you know how to spoil him too. Cooking his favorite meals, gifting him a new car and weapons, giving him a divine massage after a long and hard day of work, and always being there for him when he needs a hand.

• Ken feels like the luckiest man on earth whenever you have his back. He always tends to solve his own problems when it comes to crooks that try to mess with his family, but when his wife does it for him? He has hearts in his eyes for you.

• There was a time when a random creepy guy tried to grope Mel in the butcher shop. Before Ken could skin the fool, the creep was already bleeding on the ground, shrieking for mercy from you. But his pleas fell upon deaf ears.

• The other residents of the shop nearly pissed icicles from the smiling death stare you gave to the creep while slowly torturing him. Your calm threats to him didn’t make it better either. While Mel watched you slowly eviscerate the creep in excitement, Ken swooned at the sight of his beautiful wife defending their daughter.

“PLEASE! I’M SORRY! I WON’T DO IT AGAIN!”

“…If you ever try to touch my baby girl that way again…I’ll tear out your spine through your dickhole and mulch your shit body into steaming mush…repeatedly and SLOWLY…”

• And yeah. That turns Ken on.

“Uh, dad? Why are you looking at mom like that?”

“Oh, Mel…your mother sure knows how to disturb the peace…in my pants…”

“AUGH! GROSS! TMI, DAD!”

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Breadhead and love at first sight

★ You don't believe in love at first sight, but Breadhead did! The first time he saw you was during a job. But you didn't see him. It wasn't just attraction. The way you carried yourself stuck to him. Still, he had something to do, and couldn't waste time looking at a pretty person.

★ It starts out as a one-sided puppy love. He doesn't mean to be creepy, but he figures out where you live. Don't ask how. Breadhead wouldn't show up uninvited or cross any lines! Just knowing the address is enough for him.

★ When he falls for you, he falls hard. To get your attention Breadhead would learn what you like. Probably by asking you. Then try and get you something related to your interests. Not anything too flashy though.

★ If you like flowers, he might bring you a bouquet. If you like to read, he hands you a book while looking at the floor. “Thought you’d like this.” He says while awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. Too flustered to look you in the eyes.

★ Mel knows what's going on. She even teases him about it. "So, when’s the wedding?" Asking even though you aren't together yet. Also, she encourages it. Pushing him to make a move whenever he gets the chance.

★ He's a bit more traditional. Pulling out chairs, holding doors open for you and offering his coat when it’s cold. Even if you aren't a lady. Because to him its not about that. Its about showing you he cares.

[clean-bubbles-aka-bubbles]

₊❏❜ ⋮[ 𝔸𝕨𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕟 ]⌒

You awaken to static that permeates more than just your vision-it thrums insistently within your mind. A fizzing hum envelops you, reminiscent of thousands of tiny cicadas creating a symphony behind your eyes. Breath is unnecessary, and blinking is a forgotten action. Instead, your head tilts at an unearthly angle, an unnatural slow-motion scan of your surroundings beginning.

Ruins stretch out before you-an endless expanse of gray under a dilapidated ceiling with light bleeding through cracked metal like blood through a wound. Shadows dance furtively, shifting as four figures retreat slightly, their expressions a mix of disbelief and astonishment.

"What the hell is that-" one of them spits, a beefy figure with heavy boots and hands balled into fists. He exudes a sense of raw power-not yet hostile, merely loud and brash.

"Ken, you kicked it," another groans, this one a small, slim figure adorned with a crooked smile and vibrant, red eyes. Her voice crackles like the surface of a well-worn vinyl record-nostalgic and charmingly battered, yet imbued with an insatiable curiosity. She's the one who planted the chip inside you, igniting an ember where there had been none.

Your legs twitch as they unfurl from the strange position they've been in, long and eerily smooth, stretching out like fine strands of metal. Your hands flex, fingers clicking into an articulated shape, fitting together like pieces of an abstract puzzle. You are tall-towering over your previous self, or perhaps towering over a past you can no longer grasp.

A glimmer of sunlight caresses your chest, and instinctively, you glance downward. Armor-sleek and glossy-wraps around you like a second skin, a shield reflecting the fractured light. A smooth screen occupies the place where your face should be, and within your chest cavity, a hum resonates as if a quiet engine purrs beneath the distortion, carrying warmth-a comforting familiarity.

Tentatively, you attempt to speak, yet your voice bursts forth in glitches, reminiscent of a warped cassette tape. "...H-hel... lo?"

The girl- Mel -steps forward, her interest piqued. "It can talk?"

The third figure, a wiry guy with exaggeratedly large red eyes, makes a bold advance, excitement thrumming through him like an electric current. "Can it dance?" he adds with a snort of laughter.

"Maybe don't provoke the potentially sentient murder-machine?" the fourth quips, a zombie wearing a dusty detective-like jacket and sporting a melting green face, lurking behind a crate as if sheltering himself from the chaos unfolding.

Confusion reigns in your mind as the chatter swirls around you. A wave of static crashes against your thoughts, accompanied by echoes of distant laughter-images of sunlight, warm embraces, parents, and blurred faces drifting further into oblivion.

You blink (symbolically and with effort). "...Name...?" you rasp, each word slipping from your voice box like a garbled disc. "Do I... have one?"

Mel tilts her head, her expression softening amid the sharpness of the moment. "You don't know who you are?"

In response, you shake your head slowly, static crackling through the motion like a fragile wire. "I was... in a field. Then... dark. Then..."

You look down again at your hands; these appendages are unfamiliar to you. You are-indeed-an enigma, a puzzle you cannot solve.

She crosses her arms, contemplating. "Well. You woke up smiling. Kinda." Her brow furrows slightly, aware that your face is merely a screen with very large and unnerving eyes in place of a typical visage. "And you've got a screen for a head..." Her lips twist into a playful grin. "We'll call you TV Head for now."

You blink, processing what she has just assigned you-a name, a label. It feels like a placeholder, yet it carries a certain resonance.

"TV Head..."

You repeat, your voice still distorted but managed with newfound steadiness. You tap the side of your face-your screen-with a mechanical curiosity, marveling in a moment of clarity. "That... is me."

The four of them exchange glances, a web of silent communication weaving between them, one you cannot decipher. Then, with a heavy sigh, Ken breaks the silence.

"We're not takin' it home."

"Yes, we are," Mel counters, her tone firm. "You broke it, and it imprinted on me."

"I didn't-!" Ken throws his hands up in exasperation. "Fine. But if it starts talking backwards or eats one of us in our sleep, I'm dropping it off a cliff."

You remain motionless as they continue to argue. Not out of fear, but because your mind is in overdrive, processing every detail.

The world is decidedly different. The air is tainted with the scent of rust instead of flowers. The breezes carry no melodies, and the ground below lacks warmth.

Yet they... they feel alive. Even in their stitched, fractured forms, there's a vitality that emanates from them.

Perhaps you are, too.

Inside you, something flickers-like sunlight filtering through the veil of an old memory, promising that there could still be remnants of the one who once danced freely in fields of green.

You just have to survive long enough to find it.

With (Y/n)-or rather, TV Head-an intimidating and lanky tall entity now tagging along like an awkward, towering lost puppy, the journey to the Smiling Dead's run-down car was slow and full of curious glances. Not from strangers-they were far out of sight in these rusted wastes-but from the mismatched crew themselves.

TV Head followed just a little behind, the screen of their face flickering occasionally with static lines and soft glowing shapes. Their voice came out in slow, drawn-out distortion, like it had been dragged through an old cassette tape and stitched back together. Yet each garbled word carried a strange warmth, as if they were trying to show their gratitude.

"...Th-th... ank... y-yo... u..."

Melancholy Hill, whom TV Head promptly nicknamed Mummy Girl, turned slightly to glance back at them. She didn't seem to mind the name. If anything, she seemed amused by the way this glitchy stranger perceived the world. With her pale blue skin, ginger hair, and thick white bandages wrapped around most of her body, she looked more like a mummy cosplay than anything undead. But TV Head saw her as something oddly human. Familiar.

Next was her brother-non-blood-related-who, to TV Head's utter confusion and admiration, appeared to be made entirely out of... bread. A literal loaf, with eyes and a mouth, casually adjusting his hoodie as they walked. He had introduced himself as Breadhead, but the nickname Bread Man stuck in TV Head's glitching processor.

Then came the uncle, Mud. TV Head didn't quite understand what he was. His face looked like it was melting right off his skull, and his dull, swampy-green skin stretched loosely like wet clay under a cowboy hat. Add the cigarette permanently attached to his mouth and a wrinkled suit like he'd slept in a coffin, and TV Head decided on Mr. Melting Face.

Last, but certainly not least, was the towering, half-naked man who introduced himself with a glare and a growl: Ken "The Butcher." His scarred, muscular body was intimidating enough, but what really sealed the name Mr. Butcher Knife in TV Head's system was the actual knife sticking out of his skull. That, and the fact he was wearing an apron and only a single undergarment beneath it. Covered in blood. Lots of blood.

They reached the car. A black limousine with the attitude of a coffin on wheels. The immediate problem became apparent.

"...It's not gonna fit," Breadhead muttered, eyeing the 8'5" figure.

TV Head tilted their head in anticipation. They weren't worried.

"We're not leaving it behind," Mel declared. "We brought a friend. We're taking a friend."

"Friend?" The undead butcher with a knife in his head raised an eyebrow. "We don't know if it has a soul or just wants to microwave us in our sleep," Ken grumbled.

Still, they tried.

Attempt 1: Tip him sideways and try to slide him in like a rolled carpet. Result: Screen gets jammed in the doorframe.

Attempt 2: Head first, legs up. Result: TV Head folds like a noodle, but now the screen is poking out the rear window like a periscope.

Attempt 3: Lay him across all the backseats with everyone else squished around him. Result: No one can breathe. Bread Man gets crumbs in TV Head's wiring.

Through all of this, TV Head remained completely still and completely patient. No signs of pain, frustration, or offense. Just an occasional "...You are... t-t-tired..." or a hopeful "...May I... h-h-h-help...?"

Eventually, Mel, panting heavily and her bandages askew, threw up her arms in surrender. "Okay, okay! Maybe we let it choose how to fit?"

TV Head, a peculiar figure draped in a patchwork of wires and screens, slowly raised a hand, the movement almost mechanical as if it were deliberating.

"...C-c-can... r-return... t-to... b-base..." came the stuttering voice from its screen, like a glitchy digital echo.

"Base?" Mud asked, his brow melting under the weight of confusion as he raised an eyebrow, the heat warping his expression.

"...Ori-ginal f-f-form," TV Head replied, its lanky finger tapping against the flickering screen on its face, the gesture oddly human but unsettling in its mechanical precision.

This revelation made them ponder deeply. Mel turned to Mud, her eyes brightening with a spark of inspiration. "Hey! Maybe if we pull the chip, it goes back to sleep? Y'know, like a reset."

"Maybe." He crouched low, extending a cautious hand toward the port nestled in TV Head's back. The chip sat snugly inside, but no matter how hard he tried, it stubbornly refused to budge, as if it were glued in place.

"Great," Ken grumbled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Did you break it again?"

"She placed it, Ken," Mud deadpanned, frustration creeping into his tone as he shot a glare over his shoulder. "Calm your apron."

With a grunt of determination, Ken, unwilling to be sidelined, reached past them all and pressed a small, blinking blue button nestled beneath the chip port, an illustration of hurried resolve flushing across his face.

Click.

The chip popped free with a small, satisfying sound.

TV Head dropped suddenly, like a marionette with its strings cut, crashing to the floor in a lifeless heap.

.

.

*CRASH!*

The towering, elegant figure slumped immediately into a pile of unnaturally flexible limbs and cables, their screen face going dark. Their limbs twitched once-like the last shudder of a VHS dying in a dusty player-and then they were still.

"...Okay," Breadhead muttered. "That was terrifying."

"Yeah, well," Ken said, tucking the chip into his blood-splattered apron, "at least now it'll fit in the trunk."

Mel leaned over the motionless form, gently tucking one of its arms in. "Don't worry, TV Head. We'll figure you out."

They loaded TV Head in like a folded-up beach chair. Somehow, it worked.

Next stop: home. Or... whatever you call the place the Smiling Dead called home.

[i-loved-silly]

please pls pretty pls can you do cuddling headcanons with Mud x reader??? I loved your previous post abt him

YAY MORE MUD ASKS! tysm :3

MUD X READER | CUDDLING HEADCANONS

You'd assume hugging him would feel rather slimy and bony, to which you're correct. However! All his layers make hugs pretty comfortable.

Since he's technically an accountant....I assume he has an area to himself somewhere in the shop, right? Maybe if Ken was feeling generous. Either way, he feels most comfortable in private. As I mentioned before, he doesn't outright avoid PDA. It's just in small gestures. In private though? He's much more comfortable.

I feel like he's a relaxed but clingy cuddler. He could act like he doesn't gaf, he's lying on some old couch with you resting on his chest, maybe one of his legs is hanging off the couch or they're both propped up, one arm loosely around you, a cigarette in his mouth. But!! As soon as you try to get up, he's not letting you go. Nuh uh.

"Where do ya' think you're going, eh? We just got 'er."

Like I said, all his layers make him surprisingly warm. He's been sleeping on that meat hook for long enough, it's a nice change to have someone to hold onto at night. He's basically a good cuddler for when it's cold out in Gaslight District, usually during the chilly nights.

If you fall asleep on him, he naturally doesn't move. Not an inch. It doesn't matter how uncomfortable he is, he doesn't want to wake you. When you're awake, he'll definitely complain about it though — about how he was in an awkward position, his neck bones aching, you drooling on him, grumbling and whining. It's all for show, don't worry. Don't mention how you felt him stroking your hair, or running his fingers along your side as you slept. That was a dream!

After spending so much time with him, cuddling is an instant stress reliever. After a long day of arguing with his brother, yelling at Mel not to mess up his shot, all he wants is to sit down and rest. He'll take a seat on his old, ripped-up couch, throwing himself on it like a sack of bones. He'll pat the spot beside him without even glancing your way, just silently hoping you take a seat next to him. When he feels you curl up beside his shoulder, he lets himself sigh out, wrapping an arm around you.

"Was lookin' forward to this all day, dollface."

[doodleferp]

So Mud is pathetic and we love that about him. And we all know the trope of “person loses brain cells around their object of affection”. It’s fun. It’s juicy. It’s entertaining. But I think it would be so fucking funny if Mud was the exact opposite of this. Somehow, some way, our pathetic goopy guy gets smarter when his partner is around.

Like, Mud’s already a pretty competent guy, if not sleazy and kinda lazy. The moment his object of desire comes into view, Mud’s neurons are firing at ludicrous speed. They’ve gone to plaid. They are working strict overtime to get his brain in proper working order. His critical thinking skills get dusted off. He’s less impulsive. His jokes are actually funny. He actually works at the register and doesn’t steal from it because a few extra scarab isn’t worth getting his digestive system rearranged. Even his aim and shooting techniques improve. It’s like he suddenly woke up and decided he was gonna be the most motivated dude on the island.

And it pisses Ken off so much. Why? Because this shows him Mud DOES have the drive and skills to be a competent employee. He just CHOOSES not to be for one reason or another.

Edit: I may or may not be already working on something to show this goofy little goop in uncharacteristically-competent action

[breadheads-wife]

Stuff Breadhead would make you from the bottom of his heart

[ihaznoclue]

May I please have some crumbs of Breadhead x reader hcs?

Pairings -> Breadhead x Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> Just fluffy headcanons

Genre -> Fluff, Headcanons

BREADHEAD

First of all I like to think that he has many nicknames for you like - Pretty Bird, Ma'm, Little Bird, Angel, Honey or Sweetie and other cute nicknames

This man is tall, like hella tall, taller than his own dad! Like he can easily carry you whenever he wants attention

He teaches you how to play piano if you wanna learn how to play it but it does take you some time but in the end you become a really good pianoist all because of him

Breadhead would most likely be a sweetie to you but if someone or a rotling goes near you, he's creepily stare them down

Like standing tall behind you, as he stares down at them making them scared and run away making you confused until you look up to see Breadhead smiling down at you all lovely

Some people may know that he has a tattoo with the word dad and a heart on his bicep, I would also like to think that Breadhead would get a tattoo of your name or maybe a wording that you always say if you say a word a lot one too many times

He LOVES to see you in his jacket, if you are short or tall either way it's going to be big on you like really big on you

His jacket would mostly smell like fresh bread and beer in my opinion

And come to think about beer, we all saw how many bottle was placed into his bread-head

So when he is drunk, he would be either clingy or very childish around you which is quite cute and funny at the same time

Breadhead loves you and you need to earn his family's trust, mostly ken's of course, he can get a bit worried for his son

Whenever you are asleep after a long day of working at the butcher shop, he would love for you to cuddle up to him as he just lays near you on guard like a dog protecting his owner

If someone even dares to wake you up, he would glare at them until they know what he is saying and leave

He's just a CUTIE PATOOTIE

Damn I did a lot but I hope this feed the Breadhead fans and simps (Me)

-A<3

[grimpath]

Breadhead x human!scientist!You

As requested, with minor narrative changes. Here I rely on one of the theories that humans are born randomly, not exclusively once every 10,000 years. It's just that such humans either do not pose a danger, or they are used for scientific purposes. Mel exists, as well as reader, who is also a human.

"...the child born of the angel egg will determinate the fate of the gaslight district"

— you are aware of your own role in the prophecy. the mother of angels, however, completely ignores the thought of a favorable outcome for rotlings, insisting on the extermination of those who roam on earth.

— you've been everywhere. even in the porcelain hands of virtues, who intended to turn you into a weapon, too.

— you've been partly raised and strongly affected by temperance, who has sown a thirst for knowledge in your soul.

— you renounced them all, escaping, finally choosing to seek your own path. joining those who you are expected to demolish.

— it's hard to be someone who is rejected in both worlds. you truly are alone.

— you've found your place amongst rotlings occasionally. and started to perform experiments. it's hard to live among those who want you dead. especially when you crave immortality yourself.

— you've vivisected dozens of denizens. scraped hundreds of black hand's marks off their rotten flesh. nothing helped to get closer to figuring out the solution. not a jot.

— one day, while looking for another victim, you stumble upon him. someone who is different from them all. the one whose identity you immediately guessed. but why was he created? and by whom?

— you found the answers to your questions almost immediately. it's amazing how they manage to hide the truth in plain sight... unlike you, who live in the shadows, afraid of any unnecessary attention.

— however, you doubt that the peculiar specimen knows about the origin of its protectee.

— you postponed your experiments for a while, deciding to devote yourself entirely to observation. not only because of curiosity towards certain family, but towards the particular member of it…

— you cannot even explain such an interest to yourself. an interest you've never felt for anyone or anything before.

— he stands out from the general crowd so much... untainted by the filth of both worlds. of course, not physically... he resorts to violence without a murmur. but mentally, he's not doing this just because he's hungry for blood.

— his views are controversial, but he seems to lean towards the better side of himself. dauntless. reliable. caring.

— such creatures as him aren't mere puppets. the more they live, the more conscious they are. the more of a person they become. and he… seems to have exactly the one your soul craves now.

— you barely even realize how you managed to become Ken's employee. what the eyes fear, the hands do…

— you feel like you're not yourself. it's like your body is dictating its own rules, and your mind has receded into the background.

— you often find yourself closer to him than you better be. it's so easy to identify you by the warmth of your body. by the sound of your accelerated heartbeat. even by too alive behaviour. you hope that the burning cheeks are not visible under the layers of disguise...

— you cannot but cling to him when he's playing the piano, hoping he's the most distracted at such moments to notice your origin.

— as you found out by eavesdropping on conversations, he doesn't know about Mel's belonging. moreover, he seems to target humans. it made your heart drop.

— you don't even know how it happened, but you ended up being closer than friends but further than lovers.

— you even became a little too reckless, clinging to him whenever there's a possibility. he even comments on your warmth, referring to you as ember/emby. it made you think he supposes you're a rotling, yet somehow with a high body temperature.

— the other crew of the smiling dead doesn't seem to be bothered about you too much. Mel's happy for her brother, Mud's throwing jokes in the style of "keeping each other's buns safe", and Ken… he's just keeping an eye on you.

— but one day the idyll ended. when you were reckless enough to join one of their deals. it was an honor for you that they invited you, and it was just impossible to refuse.

— the bullet went tangentially, slicing your flesh, drawing blood. the first one who noticed was him, and you were ready to get crushed.

— you noticed how realization flashed in his eyes, which for a moment lit up with bloodlust. you remain frozen like a deer in the headlights, afraid to even move, waiting for the verdict.

— despite expectations, he grabbed you with the tenderest care and hid you in a secluded place, and then turned the culprits into an unidentifiable mess. with such brutal cruelty that the others stared at him in a frenzy for a moment.

— whew, no yeast can do this to him like this one can!

— while others were distracted, you managed to take care of yourself, at least hiding the stains and wound itself. you always carry things for such occasions, such as disinfectants and bandages.

— from that moment on, everything changed significantly. he didn't tell anyone about your origin but never discussed it with you either. now he just doesn't let you out of his sight, ready to strike whoever would try to hurt you.

— since then, it's both easier and harder for you to accept your own mortality. the care he gives you makes you feel safe, even as a human being. however, you hate the idea that one day you will have to say goodbye due to your finiteness. you'll keep searching for the solution, but now with a beloved guardian by your side...

[shrimpswritingblog]

On me hands and knees may I request general romance hcs with Mud x reader? Maybe what he's like when he's whoops in way too deep and realises? Thank you omg

۶ৎ Mud x GN!Reader General Romance HCs

《 A/N: YESS I GOT YOU ANON!! THE CROWD GOES WILD 🗣‼️‼️ I'm IN LOVE with this guy I can't even lie, this prompt is cute asf <33 Ty for requesting! 》

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☠︎︎ He realizes he's in love with you when he catches himself stealing trinkets, not for himself, but because he thought 'Y/N might like this.'

☠︎︎ The realization hits him like bullet to the neck!

☠︎︎ He'd try to deny it at first, telling himself that you're just another ‘scheme’ he's working on.

☠︎︎ What scheme you may ask?

☠︎︎ Uh…

☠︎︎ "Just gettin' close to earn their trust... that's all." He lies murmurs to himself under his breath.

☠︎︎ Sure.

☠︎︎ You'd notice him watching you from across the butchershop, quickly averting his eyes whenever you catch him staring.

☠︎︎ Despite his decaying appearance, Mud becomes oddly self-conscious around you when he’s fallen deep!

☠︎︎ He’s adjusting his fedora, straightening his tie and even making sure the melting skin on his face looks ‘presentable’.

☠︎︎ Ken can read his brother like a book, he often catches him staring at you when he thinks you aren’t looking.

☠︎︎ "Me? In love?! With Y/N?! HAHAHA! That's rich!” He throws his head back as he cackles fakely. After he’s done ‘laughing’, he’ll probably beat on his chest to clear his throat.

☠︎︎ Ken just rolls his eyes and gets back to work.

☠︎︎ There’s definitely been instances where he asks Ken to cement a person who’s been harassing you around town under the guise of them being an awful person (which they are) similar to how Ken avoided telling Mud why they were trying to hunt Jack.

☠︎︎ When you ask him directly why he's been acting…strange, he'd respond with something like: “Strange? Me? I ain't strange, doll! I'm the most normal rotling in this whole district. It's YOU who's been actin' funny!”

☠︎︎ Watching the light in your eyes sparkle as he hands you a present really warms his heart…wait does he even have one—

☠︎︎ He’ll probably confess with a bouquet of stolen flowers, the ones you once mentioned liking in passing.

☠︎︎ He'd try to impress you with his shooting skills FOR SURE!!

☠︎︎ Despite all these cute gestures, the guy is a BIG flirt and a little shit!

☠︎︎ Since Mud is over 7 feet, the MAN IS TALL and will use it to his advantage!

☠︎︎ And so, he WILL blow smoke in your face lovingly and has the AUDACITY to chuckle to himself as he watches you swat away the fumes from your face

☠︎︎ Plus it doesn’t help that he finds you even more irresistible when you’re mad

☠︎︎ Despite his crass nature, he's surprisingly gentle with you, ONLY in private if course!

☠︎︎ But sometimes he does forget when he’s in front of his (soon to be your) family or flat out doesn’t care, so his sudden tenderness confuses the hell out of the others.

☠︎︎ “GET A ROOM!”

☠︎︎ Speaking of rooms!

☠︎︎ Since the poor fella sleeps on meat hooks in the freezer room, you bought him the mattress he’d been desperately wanting. (The gesture made him fall for you even harder)

☠︎︎ His idea of romance would be teaching you how to shoot/improving your skill if you already know how!

☠︎︎ He starts setting aside some of his stolen goods in a special "Y/N Fund" for your future together.

☠︎︎ He feels so cheesy but he genuinely thinks not being around you is worse than the Inferno itself.

☠︎︎ He’d say cute stuff like that all the time before adding something along the lines of: “Don't you dare tell anyone I said that."

☠︎︎ When you two drift asleep in the same mattress you bought him, he definitely stays awake a little longer to watch you sleep with a content smile on his face before he dozes off.

[bunnyvirgo-thechocobunny]

oooh, wait wait, idea. what about smiling dead members x reader but, like..the reader gets hurt REALLLY badly in an asassination attempt against another rotling or something? think like, the reader is somewhat immortal but has a slow healing factor unlike other rotlings, so that would make them need to be safer- that is until that biiiig injury happens. you can choose how they get injured! whether it be in a car chase the car crashes and reader gets a bit stuck or maybe a bullet wound?

꧁A/N: oh am I gonna enjoy this >:))))))))꧂

The Smiling Dead fam (separate) x Reader who is injured and has slow regeneration

Damn…that dagger went really deep in your upper chest and the wound was very wide and went all the way down near your stomach but you weren’t able to get it out and the other stab wounds weren’t really helping either, thankfully you still had enough strength to walk to the Whale Belly Butcher shop before you collapsed on the floor from losing a lot of blood, out wishing that you could just heal faster..

~🔪Ken The Butcher🔪~

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOing….”

Ken really didn’t expect this to happen at all, you told him that you were going to be more careful and THIS is what he sees in front of him!?

He could carry you bridal style into the freezer room, pushes everything on the side on the table and carefully places you down trying not to cause any more pain then you already are.

Ken is REALLY careful with wrapping the bandages on you, checking for any signs of flinching from pain. After he’s done with that he slaps you at the back of your head basically as a scolding you for not being more careful, He knows that you can heal yourself but the healing process is way too slow.

He still allows you to go out and do your job, just not without someone watching you because after that little fiasco he’s not letting do solos anymore (he’s just worried for ya that’s all.)

~🍞Breadhead🍞~

“Are you- what happened!?”

Breadhead would be panicking a lot even though he knows you’re going to be alright when you slowly heal but you basically were bleeding out on the floor in front of everyone

He rushes towards you and places you down where he usually plays the piano and uses his jacket to apply pressure to at least stop your chest wound from bleeding more. Even though your vision is a little blurry thanks to blood loss you can still see Breadhead’s worried puppy eyed face as he still presses his jacket on your chest

He can’t control his strength sometimes whenever he’s stressed or upset so when he puts pressure on your wound you yelped in pain and that caused him to rapidly apologize but you reassured him that you were okay by giving him some pats on the head

Some hours after you’re healed finally, you still needed to at least get Breadhead to stop keeping you in place after you just got injured since he’s still scared that you’ll get hurt really bad again but he did eventually let you go. but still makes sure that when you come back you’re not very injured

~👑Mel👑~

“Oh…”

Mel gets really concerned with you since you slowly heal and all but she doesn’t panic that much since this isn’t the first time someone came here in a bloody mess so it’s a normal Wednesday for her but with you it’s slightly a little bit different for Mel.

Mel lifts you up with just one arm and takes you to her room where she has some extra bandages that she has for occasions whenever her bandages are starting to get loose or rips open, just like her dad she’s very careful with you and seems to look like she knows what she’s doing.

Mel now secretly follows you when your on a mission making sure you don’t get hurt that badly again after what happened (totally not in a creepy stalker way of looking after you)

~🚬Mud🚬~

“Oh boy…”

Mud is a mixture of worry and slight disappointment, very disappointed but a little worried. But eh, he’s seen worse in his time

He would tell you to focus on your heart rate and breathing so that you won’t lose anymore blood, the more you panic the more blood that you’ll lose if you keep focusing on that deep wound of yours. After you calm down causing the wound starts to bleed more slowly but didn’t stop, Mud would leave you for just a moment to get bandages.

He’s a little uncertain about leaving you alone so just in case if anything like this happens again he’ll be right beside ya as a way of back up

[melloeyed]

More Gaslight District X Mom!Reader

(Mostly Ken x Wife!Reader Headcanons)

Warning: There are spicy parts in here!🔞

Part One

(A/N: I’m actually glad you guys liked the previous post, so I guess I’ll make another one! Man, so many people liked it-🫀🫀)

• You and Ken’s relationship was the perfect example of unhinged and wholesome. Two proud parents of a big, happy psychotic family. You both have never been more happier in your lives.

• You were always the calm to Ken’s storm. Whenever the gears would shift in Ken’s head, you would always be there to calm him down during his random wrathful outbursts.

• You always thought losing his temper was cute, but work was too hasty for him to flip shit every 5 seconds. Ken would always feel ashamed whenever his wife would calm him down whenever he got too wrathful.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! I SWEAR I’LL-!”

“Shh, Ken! You’re yelling again. The kids are sleeping!”

“…oh…sorry, honey.”

• Of course, you’re always there for your husband whenever he needs a hand. Being a father and a don of a mafia is never easy, so you’re always willing to switch places with Ken if it means that your hubby gets the rest that he deserves.

• Marrying Ken was the greatest thing that’s ever happened to you. In all of your undead years of living in The Gaslight District, you’ve never thought you’d find someone to finally complete you. Ken has always felt the same way.

• Your wedding night with him was absolutely unforgettable, too. Instead of saying wedding vows at a chapel, you and Ken completed your vows by bombing the building of the rivaling gangs. You still remember how the remains of the victims rained down upon you and Ken while you two kissed, nearly staining your wedding dress.

• The honeymoon was even better. You two nearly spent the entire day gushing over one another and loudly bumping hips (much to Mud’s dismay). In bed, in the car, on the kitchen table, in the shower, even on the floor. Ken was always rough with you and you loved it.

• Ken knows how much of a hold he has on you and he loves it. To his deep and attractive voice, his handsome strongfat body, and his loving personality. This delicious man leaves you weak to the knees with the littlest effort.

• You also tend to do the same to him, only unintentionally. Wearing his favorite perfume makes him more clingy to you than ever, soothing him with your sweet voice leaves him all flustered, and bending over while at work can guarantee that he’ll leave a hard smack on your ass.

• Ken has a secret little hobby of flustering you out of nowhere. Watching you perk up and blush by his words really strokes his ego.

“You know, Ken. Considering how much beefy you were back in the day I’m not surprised you stretched your old clothes out!”

“Heh, that’s not the only thing I’ve stretched out, hon...”

“O-Oh, my…”

• The last thing you expected was starting a family with Ken. Sure, kids are great and parenting was a beautiful yet, difficult thing, but you never really saw yourself being a mother, considering how violent your life is.

• Although it has been hard for you to decide, you immediately changed your mind when you first saw Breadhead and then Mel as babies. Two beautiful bundles of joy that you would destroy the world for.

• When Breadhead was first born, you and Ken were all over him. Your firstborn son, fresh out the oven, joyfully being held in a bundle by his new tearful parents.

“Oh, Ken! He’s perfect! Look at his cute little bread head…”

“I know, look at him! Our son! Our little roll of joy…”

• After you and Ken became parents, you began to stay behind at the Butcher Shop to take care of baby Breadhead. Ken and Mud were bummed out that you couldn’t go with them, but someone has to babysit.

• Your favorite memory of Breadhead is when he first ate a Rotling in one bite when he was 3. You still have a picture of that moment.

• Watching Breadhead grow up was a wild but enjoyable experience. From his first steps, his first word, and his first kill, you were nothing but a sweet and loving parent to him. Hence, why he became such a mama’s boy.

• But when Mel came into the family, so much has changed in your life. You weren’t fully aware what kind of bad blood Ken had with the Virtues and he never really wanted to talk about it. You remembered how shocked you were when Ken arrived at the shop with the human baby in his arms.

• Like others, you were fearful of the legend of the human child that would end The Black Hand’s curse of immortality throughout The Gaslight District. You first had thoughts of getting rid of Mel out of panic, but you then stopped yourself after seeing her for the first time.

• You remembered how her small pale head poked out of the bundle she was wrapped in with her precious round red eyes looking up at you in wonder. This beautiful human baby girl gazed at you with no fear regardless of your deathly appearance and immediately your panic was replaced with love.

• Ken was unsure whether or not he could trust you with the secret that Mel is the human, but when you slowly walked up to him, with you’re eyes glued to baby Mel, relief was what he nearly expected.

“(Y/N), please just-“

“…She’s beautiful…”

“…I knew I could trust you.”

• Words couldn’t describe how relieved and overjoyed Ken was when you agreed to keep the secret with him without hesitation. You two both knew that he couldn’t carry that burden alone and you completely moved by the fact that he believed that he could trust you with such a thing. You and Ken became much closer while raising Mel.

• Unlike Breadhead, Mel would always want to spend more time with Ken, but unfortunately he would always go on missions with Mud and Breadhead so she was mostly stuck with you in the Butcher Shop.

• Mel barely admits it, but she thinks you’re way cooler than Ken. As much as a daddy’s girl she is she can’t get enough of you being badass. Especially the time where she watched you traumatize the hell out of a creep.

• Ken absolutely loves it when you and Mel have precious mother-daughter moments together. Nothing makes his heart burst more than seeing his two favorite girls having a great time together.

• Ken nearly cried tears of joy when he watched you two slaughter a gang of Rotlings trying to rob the store with absolute glee together. When the entire gang was practically mincemeat, you and Mel’s similar deranged laughs echoed through shop as Ken heart melted at the sight of his wife and daughter together.

• Like mother, like daughter, right?

“Ken, are you crying, mate?”

“With pride, Mud…with pride…”

• Even though your marriage is perfect, it’s not unheard of you two getting into fights. Usually it happens when it comes to regarding Mel’s safety from The Gaslight District. Of course, it would never get physical though.

• The outcome of these fights would never be pretty, but in the end, you and Ken would always make up and apologize for the conflict you two put each other through. Parenting is never easy, but you two always needed each other to keep things straight.

“Look, (Y/N)…about the things I’ve said before I-“

“No, no. It’s alright, Ken. I know you want what’s best for Mel. It’s just that…it’s really difficult…”

“I know. But, all I know is that we’re together in this and I know you have my back…”

• You and Ken would always love to go back on old memories together. You two would usually sit on the couch looking at old pictures of the family and talk about your favorite old times together.

• Mel, Breadhead, and Mud would often join in on these conversations. Mud really took time to remember each and every moment you, him and Ken spent together. Of course, he would always poke fun at you two being gushy over one another.

• And everyday, you and Ken always take the time out of your day’s to remind each other how much you love one another. You two would usually find romantic ways to pass up the time whenever you two were alone, either in a sweet or spicy way.

•You can’t imagine yourself being with another man other than Ken. Your life has changed so much for the better with your amazing husband. As for Ken, he feels the happiest man on earth whenever he sees you every day. Proposing to you was the best choice he’s ever made in his life.

• As the killer couple of The Smiling Dead, you two have made quite a reputation together. Every Rotling in the Gaslight District knew better than to oppose one of you two, knowing that you have each other’s back always. A mafia couple so strong that not even death could bring you two part.

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

headcanons for Breadhead with a fem reader (whose pronouns go by she/her) who’s secretly a human/fallen angel but she keeps her identity under wraps and disposes any witnesses if her true identity is discovered. Bonus if Breadhead is deeply in love with Fem!Reader and Fem!Reader really loves Breadhead but she’s also afraid of him + his family because they are The Smiling Dead and she knows that if they find out that she’s a human/fallen angel, she’s dead or worse. (She does not know Mel is a human here)

Commissioned by the lovely @zodiacfan32 :D

Breadhead x fallen angel Reader

★ Your fall was not a graceful one. It was violent, a nightmare that you couldn't wake up from. Leaving you broken in more ways than one. And adjusting to life in the Gaslight District was a challenge. The memories of heaven haunted you, and every corner of this new, harsh world seemed more dangerous than the last. 

★ Trust became a foreign concept. Quickly learning that survival meant staying hidden. For years you lived like that. It wasn't great but you survived. Until, one day, you crossed paths with a certain yeast golem.

★ He calls you “birdie” on account of your wings. To him, it’s just a fun nickname you seem to like. To you, it's the most adorable thing ever. Every time he says it you light up a bit.

★ If you mess up and get caught, don't be afraid to ask him for help. He's been making people “disappear” for years now. Taught by the best, too. “Don’t worry, I’ve done this before!"

★ After he killed an angel during the egg heist, you felt a bit unsafe. Keeping your distance for about a day. Breadhead just couldn't figure out what he did wrong. According to him, it “tasted gross" and that, somehow, made you feel better.

★ His family scares you. Their reputation doesn't help much, either. You know what'll happen if you cross the Smiling Dead. Drowned, cemented and killed. Best to stay away from them...

★ You were human once. A long time ago. Before the Gaslight District was built and humans thrived on the earth. Despite everything, you still yearn for those days. Everything was so simple, so easy. You didn't need to watch your back. 

★ Life might be complicated, but with Breadhead in it, things feel a little better. It’s the small, quieter moments that mean the most. Like when he pats your head after saying goodbye.

★ When you let your feelings slip out, and say “Maybe if I weren’t so broken, I wouldn’t have to worry so much.” Breadhead turns his head towards you, frowning gently. He doesn't think before speaking. “Don’t be silly, you’re not that broken.”

[i-loved-silly]

I GOT AN IDEA: smiling dead members x reader but reader is a slooooow healer compared to the others who heal very quickly (besides mel) and the reader gets horribly injured,,,,,,,,,,,,, >:]]]]]]]]] (can be angst & comfort OR just angst, whatever you want)

Made these short headcanons :3

SMILING DEAD X READER | SLOW HEALER

Reader is a slow healer because something went wrong. What curse could’ve possibly fucked up their regeneration this bad? They’ll always come back to life anyway—but the pain? The pain is the most annoying part. In the Gaslight District, no one usually patches up their injuries. It heals up pretty quick, and there’s not really a point. But since your healing is so slow, it could really drain you.

If you’re a risk taker, you’re gonna get hurt often.

KEN is usually the one to cover for you if you’re being shot at or attacked by several rotlings. While he’s gruff about it, he makes sure you’re not in too much pain.

He enjoys inflicting pain on those who wrong him or cross the mafia, but seeing you in pain? That makes his skin crawl. Occasionally, you’ll get a bad injury—nothing out of the ordinary for them. But for you…You’re in agonizing pain, bleeding out while your body refuses to heal for the first few minutes.

Usually, he’s the one to carry you back to the shop or anywhere low while you heal up. His words aren’t comforting, but you’ll always see a hint of concern in his eyes.

It reminds him too much of the fragility of anyone who isn’t rotling. Even if you are one, he’s reminded of Mel (whether you know of her humanity or not). He’s reminded that with the smallest careless slip-up, she could end up like that too. The problem is her wounds wouldn’t heal like yours. It slowly eats at him

MUD is another one who hates seeing you in pain. He knows how much you enjoy going out with them, so he’s torn. He wants you there—with him and everyone else—but he also doesn’t want to let you go at all, not when it means watching you bleed out and pass out.

To be fair, the old asshole might make fun of you for it at first. Usually.

“Damn, why didn’t you move outta the way?”

“Why’d ya let yourself get stabbed like that?”

“Hey, your guts are spillin’ out!!”

He might calm down if he sees you’re in real pain though. It makes him uneasy when you’re screaming and yelling. Too much noise, the type he’s usually the cause of.

Sometimes he’ll make an effort to lift you and get you to safety, but he’s more likely to ask Ken to do it—while he watches very closely.

BREADHEAD would seem very calm about it on the outside, but inside? He’s SHAKING.

It’s safe to say everyone hates seeing you in pain, but Breadhead gets really sad about it.

He feels guilty, and he won’t leave your side until you’re at a safe point. Even then, he insists on covering for you. You’ve basically got yourself a huge, loving shield (in the nicest way possible).

Out of the four, he’s the most gentle when he carries you to safety. There’s a part of him that has to keep reminding himself—you’re still a rotling. You can’t die. It’ll be okay.

Now MEL! This girl can be a little reckless when you’re all out and about. She might not even notice you’re horribly hurt until you’re groaning, face-down on the concrete.

She’ll try to lift you, or drag you away—either way, it just makes your pain worse. Her heart starts racing at the sight of all that blood. My It’s even WORSE if it’s a huge wound or gash.She’s prone to hyperventilating if your injury looks too bad. It reminds her of her own humanity. That same helpless panic she hates feeling.

She’s the most likely to stay at your side until you recover. Always huffing about it, forcing you to promise to never get yourself hurt like that again.

—as if you can control it.

[ihaznoclue]

For once requests are open, could we get a Ken x wife reader??

Pairings -> Ken the Butcher x Wife Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> Reader and Ken are together in this

Genre -> Fluff, Headcanons

A/N - Guess who burnt my brothers pizzas... this is why I'm not allowed in the kitchen when I'm sick ;(

KEN

Man you never knew how it would come to this, marrying and being a wife to a Mafia butcher rolting who is part of the smiling dead, well the leader of the smiling dead

Raising a family, a golem son that is made out of bread and a daughter.. (Who is human)

Ken has been the most loyal and trustworthy kind of a guy but with anger issues, a switch in the brain that would make him go mad even the sight of blood on you

He is really protective I mean LIKE REALLY protective

Some days Ken would go out on missions while you take care of the buthershop which he knows that you would handle it pretty well without him there and once he comes back, the whole place is clean and spotless and the cashier is filled with Scarabs which impresses him in the most way

But if you are the one to finish a mission, he would most likely take care of the shop with his family and would sometimes worry for you like he worrys for Mel

I mean you're his WIFE

But you usually come with a whole heap of blood on you which is of course not yours and he immediately falls in love with you over again

He's even more prouder of you as you told him that you got the job done and cleaned the crime, he has taught you well

Ken would mostly spoil you like he spoils his children, I mean YOUr children

He would maybe give you some stuff here and there, maybe a few nice hair accessories, some jewelry like rings or braclets and you would wear them every day and every night

You would literally never take it off and Ken loves that for you

I feel like Ken would be a snorer ANd a heavy sleeper, like imagine one night you are trying to go the bathroom and this man has his arm around your waist and he is gonna be heavy, snoring away as you struggle to get him off of you so you would have to push him away and if that doesn't work then maybe give a hit or two that would surely wake him up

I would also feel like Ken would be the type to go for sweet like ladies that would turn aggressive if someone messes with their family

Like Sweet but crazy kind

Overall Ken is just a sweetheart that just has anger issues sometimes meaning that you two argue a lot, time when it happens on missions, maybe that you want to do something but Ken is saying no because it's too "dangerous"

Oh you can show him dangerous

But it would end up him apologizing for being wrong and that you were tougher than he thinks

But you apologize too to him which makes it equal

You just love to be apart of this family

-A<3

[grimpath]

Ken x angel!You

Request! I've chosen to make some general headcanons, a little more easy-going than my usual, rather angsty ones.

— you were a bit of a rebel, leaving the lost paradise behind. momma wasn't happy about it. not only that, but now you can't come back. the choice has been made and there's no turning back for the wayward child. such things are not forgiven. you have to take responsibility for your actions.

— the good old problem of parents and children, although your feuds were about discussing the interpretation of the fundamental principles of your world, so it's a bit more complicated than just tantrums from scratch.

— technically, she's not your mother at all. she didn't give birth to you, but she raised you, just like she's raised many other angels.

— but you didn't just run away; you decided to do one last dirty trick. you plunged to the very depths of hell, with the intention of releasing the one who was serving the harshest of punishments.

— how can a traitor judge who is also a traitor? it's easy to question the legitimacy of the punishments inflicted.

— the guards weren't a problem, of course. no one dared to suspect an angel, even though they were eyeing you.

— Ken's escape wasn't entirely thanks to you. he was already close to it. you just, well, provided a helping... wing. and beak. yeah, the ices of inferno failed to resist the angel's beak.

— in return, he gave you a job and a roof to live under. that's a fair trade.

— everything went pretty usual, as usual it could be for an angel living among the rotlings. most of the visitors even thought of you as a kind of puppet or a disguised one of their own.

— until one day Ken disappeared. and returned a few days later, covered in blood, both purple and... black.

— Mud came across to the sight and commented nonchalantly:

"you and the big lug had a little spat, huh?"

— after brother had left, Ken, with a terrifyingly serious face, nodded to the freezer, and you followed him on weak legs.

— you had your guesses. but you didn't expect big baby eyes to look at you from a shabby bundle. the silence was deafening. until a little one laughed and reached out a tiny hand to you.

— "that's... quite a fancy dinner you brought for tonight. but I think it's a little... raw. even for rotlings", — you said, using humor as a coping mechanism.

— as Mel grew, you two became closer. caring for a human baby in a world that is not suitable even for adult alive humans is a very bonding experience!

— one day, when you two were arguing about household chores, Ken was reckless enough to throw such a phrase:

"you better find your beak a better use than pecking at me"

and that was the turning point, when you went shooting first and asking questions later, turning anger into something better. you grabbed him by the straps of his apron and did peck him once again, this time literally. it actually more resembled a kiss. because it was.

a throaty laugh escaped his mouth as he grabbed you by the waist, yanking you closer:

"breaking the ice once again, dovey?"

— running away along with falling for a rotling is a recipe for exile. well, you definitely cooked.

[ablobwhowrites]

yandere gaslight district idea?

I love the idea of yandere platonic gaslight district with a y/n who is basically the scariest motherfucker you have seen. Like they are tall and kinda lanky like bread head but just for not being bread and mostly cast in shadow or just wear clothes that cover them so well that no one has seen what their face looks like but if you do, you are getting cemented.

Imagine they are somehow kinda the youngest in the family and just imagining some rotling comes into the The Whale Belly Butcher Shop and just greeted by the person who is built like a Slenderman and a cryptid of some kind. Y/n is a waiter like mel but also goes on jobs with the family cause they are apart of the smiling dead and cause they give ken the biggest sad eyes imaginable if they can't come.

Y/n is kinda the middle child but not really just seconds younger than Mel and seconds older than bread head and ken is protective like how he is with mel cause the cost of y/n being this tall and lanky has them being injured sometimes frequently on missions. Cause they are agile and quick but comes at cost of durability and some strength but not all of it. I do imagine just Mel being like a overprotective sister sometimes cause Mel declares y/n the youngest (they get annoyed because they are a full grown ass adult but everyone treats them like a little kid.)

I do imagine if y/n does go out on a date with someone just ken threatening the date with cementing them if they don't bring back y/n at 3:00 on the dot (bro got cemented😔) and y/n gets upset cause they were one second late but ken already stated what time y/n would have to be back then mud, Mel and breadhead back up ken which annoys y/n so much.

also cause y/n is basically built lanky as shit and tall, I imagine they run like a animal if they are determined to get something cause like they are fast already but when they do that, your dead bro like y/n would out run anyone if they did that.

(a little shit post ideas now)

*y/n who accidentally ruined the door to the meat locker as Mel and breadhead try to cover it up.*

Ken: "Mel! Y/n! Where are you two? I got some plates who need to be on tables!"

Breadhead: "does he know about the d-o-r-e?"

y/n and Mel: "huh?"

Breadhead: "the door!"

(anyways I just thought of this and wanted to share. But if you do like this please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's you have. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)