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[1x1darling]

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╰─ ♡ meet the mod !

୨୧┇name: mod heartsong

୨୧┇pronouns: she/us

୨୧┇other : we’re a 1x yume ,, thatz it

╰─ ♡ DNI & more

୨୧┇what will i write for? : EPIC the musical, PHIGHTING!, forsaken ( more to be added ..)

୨୧┇no dni, we block freely.

୨୧┇birthday: 3/11

୨୧┇timezone: PST

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୨୧┇I WILL DO: most things lol

୨୧┇I CAN’T DO: smut, weird kinks, romantic minorxreader (exception: teen character x teen reader, NO nsfw mentions)

[1x1darling]

tangled

coil x reader but you confess to each other at an ihop (written at 1am)

coil was always a clingy inphernal, all of his friends knew that. especially you. ever since skateboard had introduced the two of you, coil always looked at you a certain way. sometimes, he’d just rest his head on your shoulder while you worked on your computer. and with his dog-like instincts, he’d nuzzle up against you during these moments. originally, you thought it was just how he acted. you saw how he’d be clingy with skateboard when they hung out. coil always had a habit of keeping an arm around his friends. any sort of physical contact was enough for him, actually. it made him feel like he would stay there — be stuck with you forever, and never be taken away by blackrock. as these little interactions went on, they grew into a larger thing, and a closer bond between the two of you. coil ended up running straight to *you* after boxing matches, not the crowd. he didn’t want to hear their praises, because he just wanted to hear your voice. sure, it was nice having the world call him amazing. but having *you* call him amazing? it made his tail wag and ears flop a bit. most from his pack would call it a sign of weakness, but coil always boasted about it. if someone pointed it out, he’d simply say, “well, it just means i’ve got an awesome .. friend!”

..*friend.* coil always called you his awesome friend, best friend, cool friend, best bud. all the nicknames. yet whenever he said them, it felt somewhat empty. those names couldn’t possibly encompass how amazing you were, nor how much he loved you. he shrugged it off as some weird feeling that’d pass within a few days. but it never did pass. skateboard was the first to notice, obviously. he’d see coil’s tail wag slowly whenever skateboard mentioned you. whenever you touched or embraced coil, his ears would flop so quickly, like his body knew that his guard could be let down. eventually, you ended up catching on as well. you told skateboard about it, wondering if you should try and confess your feelings to him. rejection was always harsh— but hearing it from coil would ruin you.

after telling skateboard, he immediately laughed and patted you on the back. “dude, you should confess already. trust me when i say coil’s been running around in circles wondering if you liked him back!” the sudden revelation left your eyes wide. coil liked you back. coil, the inphernal who was so incredibly handsome and beautiful and sweet and charming and strong.. you sent coil a text, asking him to meet with you at the local ihop, because what’s more romantic than a confession between pancakes? he responded *very* quickly— almost like he was ready to respond the second he saw you typing. you couldn’t help but smile at his readiness, but you didn’t have much time. you had to get ready for this *date.* you searched through everything, and you called skateboard a million times to ask if coil would like your outfit. skateboard only had one response, “he’d like you no matter what you wore, (name).” something about his relaxed answer calmed you, strangely. coil *would* like you no matter what you wore, right.

you got to ihop five minutes before the scheduled time. after getting a table, you waited outside for coil. he came riding in on a red skateboard (which you could only assume he stole from skateboard), his hair all messy. despite the appearance and slightly horrid smell of sweat and cheap cologne that was probably *also* stolen from skateboard, you found coil strangely attractive. maybe that’s another reason you two liked each other. the mutual feeling of “i don’t care what they look like, i love them.” coil ran up to you, giving you one of his classic pats on the back as the two of you walked into the ihop. you were seated at a booth, skimming over the menu multiple times so you could hide the underlying fear of being rejected at an ihop. coil broke the awkward silence and spoke, “so..you got any recommendations? usually skate only goes to denny’s or slingshot’s.” you smiled at his words, but quickly hid your face after feeling the heat creep into your face.

unfortunately, your attempt at hiding was to no avail, as coil noticed immediately and decided to use his “rizz” that he always talks about. “oh, what’s wrong, bud? wolf got your tongue?” he laughed, slamming a hand down on the table. you mentally died inside. not because you were flustered in front of your crush, but because he was the loudest person in an ihop at night. coil noticed your discomfort, and immediately shifted the topic, “um, anyways. menu recommendations?” you sat up at his words, giving him your favorites from the menu, “the servings look big.. wanna share?” coil’s offer to *share* pancakes felt so.. intimate. but maybe you were just being delusional, and you kept telling yourself that throughout the date.

after the pancakes arrived, coil suddenly spoke, his tone a bit serious. “(name), i have something to tell you.. and it’s important.” you realized that it could also be an opportunity for you to confess, so you also spoke, “oh, me too.” coil’s eyes widened, and he chuckled, “oh, maybe we can say it at the same time! okay, count of three. 3, 2 1..”

“i’m in love with you”

“we should get chocolate syrup!”

oh. my. god.

it wasn’t a confession, far from it. he wanted syrup— not you. you felt like an idiot, and nearly cried on rhe spot. coil took notice to your confession and immediate reaction, his eyes widening. “woah, (name), i didn’t—“ you cut him off, expecting rejection anyways, “no, i get it! it’s alright! we can be friends!” he sighed at your response, placing a hand over yours. “no, (name). i.. i like you too.” the two of you stared at each other for what felt like forever. you could count every single pore on his face from how intense the staring was. you noticed the little flecks of light in his eyes, and the way his horns shined so brightly despite their state.

the rest of the meal was silent. all you did was eat the pancakes and pay the waiter. after leaving the ihop, the two of you just stood outside in the darkness for a moment. coil looked at you, and you looked at him, staring at each other for the millionth time. he knew you were holding something back, like you wanted to touch and hug him but your body didn’t let you. he noticed, obviously. he let out a laugh, one that you had grown to love. it wasn’t long before you were laughing too. the two of you laughed outside of the ihop, and passersby stared at you with weird looks. but you didn’t care, and neither did coil. the two of you kept laughing for what could’ve been forever. eventually, the laughter stopped and the two of you stood in a comfortable silence. coil looked at you once more, asking, “what does this make us? like, what are we?” you didn’t respond immediately. he had a point- were you still friends? partners? friends with benefits? (god, you hoped not.)

“..i’d like to be your partner.”

“i’m sold, then.”

the two of you smiled at each other, skipping off into the sunset (getting into your car) while an orchestra played happy ending music (the radio.) coil decided he’d stay with you for the night without making skateboard aware. but could the two of them stay mad at each other for long? not really. coil walked right beside you into your apartment, running into your bedroom and flopping onto the bed without an invitation. did he really need one though? nope! you sighed heavily at his action, but you loved him too much to be mad at him. after the lights were off and you had finished changing into something you’d sleep in, coil immediately had you in his arms. he nuzzled his head into your shoulder, slightly poking you with his horns. you didn’t complain, though. you ran a hand through his hair, your horns slightly poking him in the cheek. both you and coil were okay with it for a while, until it just got annoying. again, you stared at each other for another minute or two, contemplating if this could really work.

coil muttered out a low, “fuck it,” and went back to holding you close to him, both of your horns intertwining as the two of you giggled and laughed about the horn contact. “ey, you’re tickling me here, man!” coil chuckled, flicking one of your horns. “not my fault my horns are this way,” you retorted, yet there wasn’t much malicious intent. you two were just playing around. the two of you continued this playful banter, shifting your positions as the night continued. by the time your clock read 1AM, the two of you were so close, your horns were practically tangled with each other. you looked up, wondering if it was a good idea to fix it to prevent discomfort during sleep. but once you saw coil’s sleeping face, you shrugged it off. he looked so comfortable, being this close to you. your horns beinf tangled weren’t a downside— it just meant the two of you were connected and bound to be together forever. nobody would ever take him away again. your eyes softened, pressing a gentle kiss to his face before allowing yourself to drift off into sleep and join him in dreaming.

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omg the 1x x reader hcs were sososo amZinf and we loved it and we . ate it up burps . oh golly rhere it is!!! um ,, can we reqjest 1x with a s/o who is his opposite? like a pure good creation of love 🥹

𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓

࿐        1x4.forsaken x reader

summary :      headcanons about 1x with a s/o who's the opposite of them.

tags :      romance, established relationship, and this is short I'M SORRY !!

𝓷 𓏲     i was going through my inbox and let out the most devious laugh of my life so i just had to write this, enjoy

— you make him wish they could feel positive things.

— with you, there's something there—she knows that. he notes the way their mind feels fuzzy whenever you're around, or how she seemingly relaxes whenever you laugh.

— he doesn't understand why you're with them.

— you—the purest soul to ever walk on soil—chose her—the literal manifestation of negativity.

— that's all they could feel, and you knew that. you knew almost everything about him, yet despite that information, you loved her as if none of that mattered. you loved them as if they could feel it back.

— why did you treat him as if they had done no wrong whenever she literally killed people? you sprawled love across the grass while they only discarded dead bodies on top of it.

— he never questioned you, though. she believed it would be idiotic to do so, for they feared it would show weakness somehow.

— if only they knew that's why you had fallen in love with her.

— you didn't care that you both were practically opposites. you didn't care that he could only feel negative emotions. what you cared about was that despite those emotions, she still showed care—whether they knew it or not.

— you had seen the way 1x let c00lkidd play with their minions whenever the kid was bored, and you also noted the way he was gentle with you.

— she knew her strength, and you did, too. you had seen them break things with their bare hands, yet despite that strength, never once had he hurt you.

— every time you held their hand, she would barely grasp yours back while a slightly panicked look crossed his expression. whenever you hugged her, their arms would slowly wrap around you before he placed a kiss against your forehead.

— just because they only feel negative emotions doesn't mean they're a monster.

— and being around you made him slowly realize that.

— every graze they felt against your skin sent a jolt of something through his bones, and it was addicting in a way.

— this would result in her being clingy with you. were they still gentle? of course, but he'll literally follow you everywhere just to hold you.

— whenever you show affection to them, though, she freezes.

— it's different when he holds you, but when you initiate love, they can't help but pause as they attempt to comprehend what's going through his mind.

— they're not used to love, so receiving it feels odd at first, but he'll get used to it.

— eventually.

— until then, she'll just continue to blush whenever you show him affection, and they'll look away while mumbling random nonsense.

— but even if they got used to your affection, he doubts he could never not get flustered when you're around.

[dollettiye-deactivated20251027]

Could you write something with 1×1×1×1? :]

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

࿐        1x4.forsaken x reader

summary :      what it's like to date 1x1x1x1.

tags :      romance, established relationship, and some angst not much.

𝓷 𓏲     starting off with the basic headcanons because i fear that i will absolutely make a character ooc so we ball

— he sucks at showing affection.

— they're literally the manifestation of hatred, so she doesn't really feel anything but negative emotions. yet, with you, there's something there. she just doesn't know what because it's hidden by negativity.

— you're the only person they've ever actually hesitated to kill, so that's why he knows there's something there. you're different. a kind of different she oddly finds herself longing for.

— with that in mind, he'll try to show affection. they'll plop their chin on top of your head in belief that she's proving something, and in the end, you eventually grow used to it.

— they like it when you braid their hair. he'll sit as still as possible while you work on her locks, and they'll peer blankly at the ground until you're done.

— very touchy.

— yes, he sucks at showing affection, but that doesn't mean they can't be touchy. to elaborate on touchy, she pokes you a lot.

— he also picks you up constantly.

— whether she tosses you over her shoulder, puts you on their back, or just picks you up. he likes seeing you squirm in her grasp. it amuses them.

— they'll laugh at you when you squirm. it's a deep, quiet sound that kind of sounds like an old-timey villain laugh.

— it's literally a mwahahhahahaha.

— whenever you taught them about nicknames, she didn't understand it whatsoever.

— he started calling you, "my rose."

— and, occasionally, "love."

— they can genuinely be mean without knowing it sometimes. you'll say something, and she'll remark it without thought then gets confused whenever you get upset.

— since they feel negative emotions, he can feel guilt. she knows she did something wrong whenever their stomach twists or drops, so he's quick to apologize.

— comfort would be a constant thing with them.

— since he's the physical manifestation of hatred, she's constantly stuck with feeling all these negative emotions, so just a simple hug makes him feel somewhat better.

— they prefer to put their chin on your head, though.

— would teach you how to work a sword.

— likes to rest their head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat. she doesn't know why, but it just feels different compared to the emotions bubbling in his body.

[1x1darling]

“ so anxious … “

a/n: we love wriitng for 1x omga . also its so funny that your friend is scared of only them!! hes literally like the cutest killer ever. also for some reason we couldnt answer this ask normally?? huh 🤔 he/they used for 1x

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you weren’t scared of any of the killers in this realm. a red flesh monster child? light work. a weird purple man whose skin is rotting? not scary!

but for some reason, a certain green skeletal killer just.. irked you.

maybe not irk — even if he was annoying — but more like they just scared you.

during rounds with him, you wouldn’t use your abilities the entire time, because it meant getting close to 1x.

your teammates always scolded you after the rounds, complaining that there’s worse in this place. no matter what, 1x just continued to scare you.

1x on the other hand, was slightly confused at first.

if you’re a sentinel — 1x prepared to counter your attack, just to see you running away. you had a perfect opportunity to stun him, why leave? but he paid no attention, and just chased after you until you died.

if you’re a support — chance was on 10 hp and had almost a million stacks of weakness. chance ran up to you, begging for a heal. right as you were about to fulfill their wish, 1x was right behind chance. you froze up, and chance was beheaded right in front of you.

if you’re a survivalist — shedletsky was about to be hit by an entanglement. you could’ve taken the hit and distract 1x.. but you just stood there and watched shedletsky die.

after a few rounds, 1x finally realized you were afraid of him. it wasn’t something new, really. every robloxian feared them. with you, though, there was something different.

you didn’t immediately get on your knees to beg for mercy or fight back. you just froze up and/or ran, causing a bigger commotion than necessary.

this made things much more fun for 1x. he’d purposely leave you for last, just to see you running around the map and screaming for your life.

they’d corner you when the timer was close to finishing, asking if you had any last words. you just screamed, shaking in your boots. 1x couldn’t help but laugh at your cowardice.

if the other survivors could spectate rounds, chance & elliot are definitely teasing you about it.

“you having some enemies to lovers tension with the killer, (name)?”

“hey, no need to heal me. whatever advances the plot!”

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𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘

⋆        mafioso.forsaken x reader

summary : after upsetting you, mafioso tries everything to gain your forgiveness.

tags : romance, established relationship, profanity, and mafioso being everyone's dream man because damn would he know how to treat someone.

note : i love me a man who knows how to apologize

he had done the one thing he swore he'd never do.

upset you.

mafioso sat at his desk with one hand holding his head, and the other hastily clicked the pen that was in his grasp. the object was gripped so tightly that you could practically hear it breaking with each second, yet he would always loosen his hold before it could do so.

why did he let this happen? how stupid did he have to be to upset you?

pretty stupid, apparently.

you didn't ask for much—you never did, yet the one time you asked him to meet you somewhere for a date, he fails to oblige. he had reassured you so much that he would be able to make it, and that you had no reason to worry. yet, the genuine meaning his words held seemingly died as soon as the day actually came.

he had gotten caught up with someone attempting to run off without paying their debts, and the fact that he failed to meet up with you because of some lowlife only made his remorse worse. the only reason he decided to deal with them today was because he believed that they wouldn't take long. dealing with people never took long, yet this person just had to prove him wrong and spend the whole day running off.

throughout the day, mafioso kept nervously glancing at his watch. he told himself he could wait a few more minutes and that he wouldn't be late, yet his attention was directed towards the person for so long that he wasn't only late.

he had missed the date completely.

the place was closed by the time he finally arrived, and he could only stare at the sign that practically taunted him with the fact that he had missed your date. the guilt that rested heavily in his chest was no match for the anger that seethed in his mind, and his goons could only watch as he stormed back to the car in silence.

the irritation he felt was pointing at him with what felt like millions of arrows, and each one had insults written on them in bold. each one informed him about how horrible he was for thinking he could finish work before meeting up with you—how he practically prioritized work over you. he did that, didn't he? he chose work over you.

it wasn't long before his mind started imagining how long you had to sit there for—staring at an empty chair that was never going to be filled. you had been thrilled to plan this date, for it wasn't often that he found the time to go out with you. he could vividly recall the gleam in your eyes from yesterday as you talked about the date, and his hands gripped the wheel tighter at the thought.

it wasn't long before he arrived home, and that was partially due to the fact that he had been speeding. he didn't want to waste another second away from you, because that meant another second you were alone.

the car screeched into the driveway, and he didn't even bother turning off the car, nor did his goons bother to comment on it. one of them just twisted the key before everyone exited the vehicle, but as they peered up, the only thing they saw was mafioso storming inside.

the few workers who saw him didn't even bother questioning him, for they assumed that many things were going through his mind, but they couldn't have been more wrong. only one thing was going through his mind, and that thing was you.

it wasn't long before his footsteps echoed as he went up the stairs, and eventually, he stood in front of the door to your shared bedroom.

shaky breaths left his throat while he attempted to catch his breath, and he found it odd how he had been rushing to get here, yet now that he was, he was frozen.

did you even want to see him? what if he walked inside, and you announced that you were leaving him?

since mafioso wasn't really used to feeling things like this, whenever he did manage to catch these feelings, he felt them hard. that cold exterior he had grown to perfect shattered whenever it came to you, and this was no different.

mafioso grasped the handle before pushing down, and the door popped open as he let go of the handle. his hand then pressed against the wood, and the door creaked before he was met with the sight of your room.

yet, also in front of him, resided you.

your back was turned as you stood in front of your nightstand, and you seemed to be moving things around. despite his obvious presence, you didn't turn around. you just continued fidgeting with the stuff on your nightstand.

every word he had been waiting to say died down in his throat as he made his way inside, and he shut the door behind him while he took off his hat. the object was set on top of the coatrack that stood next to the door, and he peeled off his coat while his eyes remained on you. never once did he look away, nor did he plan to.

"doll..." he finally spoke up, and you only hummed at him. you didn't greet him with the warm smile you usually had, but even then, he knew he didn't deserve to see that sight. he had done nothing to be blessed with your kindness.

"i'm so sorry, i got caught up—"

"—with work. i know." you finished his sentence as you stopped messing with the stuff on your nightstand before you sat down on the bed. though, as soon as you looked at him, it was obvious you were upset. a slight frown was on your face while you stared at him, yet your eyes didn't linger for too long as they flickered towards the floor. "it's fine."

by the expression on your face, it obviously was not.

he let out a low breath before grasping his temples, and the irritation he felt towards himself only grew. he just had to let this happen, didn't he? he just had to go chase after someone who owed him money like that was the most important thing, when in reality, it was you.

"fuck, dollface..." he mumbled, and his hand trailed down to cover his mouth while his fingers pressed into his cheeks. what was he supposed to do? how could he make this up to you?

it wasn't like he could rewind time, and he felt like an apology was too idiotic, yet an apology seemed like a decent place to at least start.

he stood near the door for a moment before making his way towards you, and he stopped in front of you while he peered down.

before you could even look up at him, he kneeled down as he got on both of his knees, and his hands grasped your calves while your eyes widened.

you stared at him as if questioning if he was serious about his actions, and you were only met with his solemn expression. silence echoed in your room before you decided to break it.

"what are you doing?"

"i'm sorry."

"i said it was fine—"

"but it's not," mafioso firmly spoke, yet the lecture in his words wasn't voiced towards you, but rather himself.

"you took the time to plan a date for us, and i messed it up. i told you so many times that i'd be there...so, no, it's not fine, and i don't want you puttin' it off as that."

his hands removed themselves from your calves, and he lifted them to gently grasp your hands. his hold was light in a way that made it evident he was worried that you'd pull away, yet it held a certain grip to it that almost pleaded for you to keep your hands in his.

his eyes were no better, either.

they held a gleam to them that made you question if he was holding back tears or not, and you furrowed your eyebrows in concern before mafioso sighed. "no, no—don't look at me like that. i'm the one who's worried for you right now."

"but—"

"no."

the sudden sternness in his tone made you slightly smile, and mafioso seemed to relax at the sight while he held your hands a bit tighter. "listen, doll, i'm not askin' for your forgiveness right now. even if you were to forgive me at this moment, i wouldn't take it. i messed up, but i want to prove it to you that it'll never happen again if you'll let me."

you only remained silent as he took in a deep breath, and he slowly released it. "i do want your forgiveness, and i'll do whatever it takes to get it back. i'll wait as long as i need, and hell, i'd even understand if you never forgave me—"

"i think you're worrying about this a little too much."

"i'm not worryin' about it enough," he replied. "i hate when you say that things aren't a big deal, or that it's fine. it's not fine, doll. it made you upset, didn't it?

he stared at you expectantly, and as you slightly nodded, he hummed. "then that makes it the biggest deal of all."

at your words, you let out a breathy laugh while you pulled one of your hands away, and you placed it against his cheek. his hand wasted no time grasping your waist, and he tilted his head to place a kiss against your palm.

"you want to earn my forgiveness?"

"more than anythin'..." he mumbled against your skin, and you caressed his cheek while he closed his eyes.

"then you can start by getting up and getting ready for bed. it's late..."

his eyes opened to peer into yours, and he let out a short hum before placing a final kiss against your hand.

he pulled away from you as he stood up, but instead of stepping away, he leaned forward while his hands placed themselves beside your thighs. his forehead pressed against yours while he stared at you, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"i love you."

the sentence was whispered, yet the sincerity in his words was louder than anything you had ever heard before.

"i love you too." you responded, and he seemed to hesitate for a moment before speaking. "can i kiss you?"

"since when do you ask?" a snicker erupted from you while a smile twitched onto his lips, and it only grew once you pressed your lips against his.

he moved one of his hands to rest against the back of your head, yet he didn't push—he just rested it there before you both pulled away.

the look in his eyes made it obvious he wanted more, yet instead of doing so, he slowly pulled away before standing in front of you.

"do you need anything while i'm up?"

"just you."

a light flush sprawled across his face while he stared down at you, and your smile widened as you shifted more onto the bed. "that means hurry up..."

"of course," he finally responded, and he made his way towards the door before you piped up.

"on second thought, could you bring me something to drink?"

a low chuckle echoed from him while he stopped in the middle of the doorframe. "of course. anything else?"

"just you," you repeated, but instead of saying the same reply like he did before, he peered over his shoulder.

"then i'll hurry up."

[1x1darling]

hai.. can i requessttt windforce x reader hcs＾_＾

windforce x reader general headcanons

a/n: can our gun stop exploding

windforce is a very large individual, (8ft tall good golly!) so height plays a huge role in your relationship.

with her destructive nature and actions, she tends to push you around carelessly. you’re obviously small compared to her; she takes great pleasure in seeing you all scared.

windforce doesn’t like apologizing. it’s just not natural for someone like her. saying a simple, “sorry,” feels wrong to her, even if she said it sarcastically.

if you’re absolutely upset to the point you won’t talk to her, she won’t push it. she’ll pretend you don’t exist at all, actually. fights with her can be frequent. they always end with the two of you ignoring one another.

unfortunately, you might cave in and just go apologize to her instead. you know she won’t apologize either, so someone’s gotta do it.

whenever the two of you aren’t fighting, windforce enjoys playing around with inphernals as you watch from the sidelines. windforce isn’t one to enjoy praise from mortals— but something about you telling her how strong and powerful she is just makes her feel all giddy.

windforce’s hand just reaches your arm, making any hand-holding quite awkward. but to fix the issue, she’ll let you sit on her shoulder as she flies around.

sleeping & cuddling with her is very interesting. you’re practically a toy-sized teddy bear to her. most nights, you’re just smushed against her chest.

every once in a while (almost never) windforce will be actually tired from the day. she’ll just jump on you no matter where you are. couch? she’s on you. bed? mhm. middle of work? she’s giving you an early break.

windforce doesn’t get sick. so any “sick days” are all you! she does know how to deal with a sick inphernal, as ban hammer tended to get sick often as a child. she’ll make you some soup and keep you in bed at most. she’s not the best with these comforting things.

[1x1darling]

Your yume origin story is so real. And really heartwarming to read if that isn't strange, hehe <:)

Your devotion burns bright!!!

-one eggs anon!

this makes us happy Okay? guys we like 1x a lot.

[1x1darling]

rainbeau is cool. nerdy shit cant even deliver a lettr to his lovr

[reiwini]

hi i love ur art sm, it's what got me into forsaken

may i ask for 1x1 x reader crumbs ... pls 🙏 i love 1x1

Limon ^_\ ....

[1x1darling]

HI GUYS THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT WE’RE GOING TO ATART DOING XREADER DRAWINGS AND YIU CAN REQUEST ON OUR STRAWPAGE… OKA?? MOD HEARTSONF (US) CAN DRAW TOO!! ITLL JUST BE THERE FOR YU GUYS OKAY..OKAy??

tuneofmyheart's strawpage

[1x1darling]

One eggs... ONE EGGS...

Cool blog aesthetic! As a lighthearted get-to-know-you, may you elaborate on what about 1x draws you in?! Or just use this question as a get out of jail excuse to ramble, etc etc about your blorbo!

WE HAVE BEEB WAITING FOR THIS AND NO PROOFREADING HERE EVERYTHINF IS FROM THE SOUL .

okay so obviously, 1x is attractive. but rhats not the point here!! we’ve known 1x sincw all the “hacker!!” lore things yaya . so seeing them agaon in forsaken was like “omg thats. thats 1x” and when we heard about their lore in forsaken!!!? WOW WOW WOW!! we felt rlly bad for her and just . cried for a night about it. it was so bad that we just started yumeshipping with him to give 1x a s/o who actually loves him . hence the creation of a new oc who we wont share because its secret!! we lnow its delusional of us to just think we could “fix” 1x like that, but it was always a nice thing to keep us occupied. eventually we got rlly attached to 1x and just . erm he became the reason we were stable?? so yeah thats it for now we probabtl have more lore ??

[1x1darling]

i love these green n black theme so much oough just had to share that with you

ahh …. thank you so much !!! our theme is verry precious to us aha … also . heres our banner since we love it SO much .

[1x1darling]

Boombox or Banhammer x reader headcannons?

banhammer x reader hcs

a/n: again.. so sorry this took so long to get out. bh isnt my strong suit .. and rlly sorry this one is short!!

first of all, getting in a relationship with him is already a big achievement by itself. you’re casually dating the warden of banlands— a demigod?!

but beware: you need to get past his mom!!

if you successfully get windforce’s blessing, you’re good to go.

ban hammer is a huge mama’s boy. he wants nothing more than making you proud. (and if windforce likes you: that doubles his passion. you’re obviously gonna be one of windforce’s priorities, so keeping you safe is important to ban hammer.)

ban hammer’s a big guy. sometimes, you have to tell him to just.. stop. stop as in tell him it’s not okay to lay his entire weight on you!!

sleeping with ban hammer is horrifying. he likes to face you, which means you get a look at all four eyes when he wakes up!!

he’s a gentleman,, if you’re going somewhere fancy with him & wearing heels? he’ll gladly carry you back home.

please, please don’t ever try to spar with him. even if it’s for training, you’re going to lose.

[1x1darling]

hio!!!! reminder that our requests are ALWAYS open!! so aha…. send in an ask ….. no this isnt us asking for requests

[1x1darling]

Medkit divorce headcannons pls... make it super angsty on both sides pls (both of them don't want to let go of eachother but reader (whose from nobility) is forced to so that their parents can arrange them to someone more suitable)

“watching her drift away”

mini medkit x reader oneshot , gn!reader w no specific pronouns used !!

a/n: we tried our best with this one aha… not the best at writing angst clearly

medkit knew you deserved better than him. he always felt as if he was bringing you down every time you interacted. and he was- you were a person of high status, and he was practically a cultist. the two heavily contrasted with each other. despite these obstacles, you still wanted to marry him. and how could he decline a proposal from the only inphernal who loved him enough to make him feel something in return?

you never told anyone about the marriage. nobody could know at all, because it would ruin both of your lives. the two of you were great at keeping the relationship secret. often, you & medkit would use disguises if you wanted to go out in public. most of the time, they worked.

well, until a family member of yours recognized your face under the wig and clothing. knowing how fast gossip spread through your family, you and medkit needed to split up. neither of you wanted to leave each other. all you could do was hold onto medkit as tightly as you could before your parents sent you off for a “better” husband across the country.

despite medkit knowing it would’ve happened eventually — he didn’t want it to happen now. no, not when both of you were happy. not when he was finally feeling loved. what would he do after this? medkit would have to go back to feeling empty. he hated to say it- but you were the piece he was missing in his heart. he hated it so much. medkit wasn’t supposed to need anyone that badly. but as you walked away into your parents’ car, his fists clenched as his heart slowly broke into a million pieces, unable to be fixed until you returned.

[1x1darling]

Hiiii!! If you're still taking requests, can I please request something with Coil? Like, hugging him after a long phight?

Thank you for seeing this!

coil x reader ; comfort

a/n:new theme who this?? anywyas we loved writing this!! thats all

coil always had a big ego. and he knew that he could use it. he’d intimidate his opponents, make them believe he was all-powerful, (which he was) and no matter what happened he’d always keep his head up.

so when you saw him come home all sniffling and crying, you couldn’t help but crack a little smile. it was funny to see your boyfriend all down in the dumps— a sharp contrast to his usual look. at first, you went to go pat him on the back and have him laugh it off. but when you approached him he immediately crashed into your arms, a crying and sobbing mess. having this big, strong, and tall man crumble in your arms felt.. somewhat liberating. maybe coil was a pro boxer and cocky man, but he was still mortal. he felt things like everyone else— just not as visibly.

you dragged led him to the couch, letting him rest his head on your chest as his tears stained your sweater. you didn’t understand a single word he said, because everything was quickly cut off by another sob. what can you even do here? you can’t give him any advice. so instead, you began to just rub his back, hum a tune, and run another hand through his hair, hoping it’d help at least a little bit.

..and it did. coil slowly fell asleep to your voice. his head laid on your chest, your gentle heartbeat helping lull him to sleep. the sound of coil’s light snoring was the only sound in the room, as you didn’t want to wake him up at all. despite your own efforts to stay awake and wait for coil to wake up, his warm body on your own wasn’t helping at all.

well, maybe it’d be okay to rest with him. just for a while.