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Disregard all my older posts

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MARINA HEADCANNONS feat. DITZY R

just some thoughts i had + not proofread. as always, praying i wrote marina right. i love her so much istg

contains relationship hc’s - r’s pronouns are not used but they wear makeup + skirts, r is very bimbo leaning, fluff, marina thinking you’re pretty (as she should). lastly, definitely some details that aren’t 100% accurate to the game like body glitter, but walk with me here kay?

̥ .‧⋆ went from finding you incredibly irritating, (why did you have to sit so close to her on that train? all you did was smile, giggle and bat your eyelashes!) to thinking you were cute in about an hour - she did not realize the eyelash-batting was all directed at her

̥ .‧⋆ she’s not sure how you made it through the festival alive. was sure you’d be the first to go, so she was hesitant to actually team up with you at first. somehow, as hours passed, you were fine and just as bubbly as ever? eventually decided to actually put some effort into keeping you safe. if nothing else, you were a good source of entertainment and a distraction from everything going on. how you actually survived any of this, even with her help is still a complete mystery to her.

̥ .‧⋆ loves the way you dress. it’s definitely different from what she’s used to seeing; basically, a whole lot less practical or conservative. something about your mini skirts, crop tops, and flashy jewelry is really doing something to her though - catches herself spending a few seconds too long focused on the way you skirt fits while you walk in front of her or the low necklines of your shirts a little too often. thank god you never notice! (thinks she’s being slick, she is not) you’re just hot pretty, okay?

̥ .‧⋆ although she’s absolutely guilty of it herself, does not appreciate other people looking you up and down at all. she’s allowed to check you out, you’re with her. when anyone else does, it takes everything in her not to give them a good kick to the knee. shes really trying to be mature about the whole situation but it's so hard

̥ .‧⋆ was not expecting to find the fact you’re a little clueless (in her opinion) as attractive as she does. being so appreciated and respected for things she considers easy (especially anything relating to the occult) isn’t something she’s used to and it’s definitely not a bad feeling.

̥ .‧⋆ even when you get distracted by just how shiny her piercings or lipstick are, she doesn’t mind. marina’s never been that patient, but she’ll gladly take time to explain anything from ritual circles to why the sky’s blue. especially if it means watching your eyes get all big and glassy while you listen anytime.

̥ .‧⋆ you already know getting ready is going to take some time. between both of your makeup routines, picking out clothes, perfume, jewelry, and everything else, it’s impressive you get out of the house at all, and best believe every surface of your room will be covered in cosmetics, perfume bottles, and hair products.

̥ .‧⋆ you’re both very girly, just in different ways. she has her darker makeup, longer skirts, lace blouses, and heavy floral perfume (even though she always smells a little like incense). you’ve got your sparkly lip gloss, fruity body sprays, shorter clothes and tiny purses. you look adorable together (think a porcelain doll next to a bratz doll)

̥ .‧⋆ thanks to you, there’s always some form of body glitter on her now. usually can’t stand anything getting on her clothes, but u can’t tell me she doesn’t love feeling sparkly, if said glitter is from you, of course.

̥ .‧⋆ lastly there are usually more lipstick stains on either of you than anyone wants to think about

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d'arce hmu

[urfavedumbblonde]

In the summer, somewhere around July, I saw a survey on your account that had a point about " D'arce Cataliss x bimbo! reader" and I can’t get it out of my head, can you please write something about this?

D’ARCE HC’s FEAT. DITZY! R

sooooo i started this half a year ago and its been buried in my drafts ever since 🙃 as always these are just a few thoughts i had xoxoxoxo

contains: d’arce x fem!reader, bimbo-leaning r, yes they definitely had rhinestones back then i asked d’arce herself trust me, some internalized homophobia, heavily unedited, you never get a confession but there’s something going on

̥ .‧⋆ long story short, she found what looks like a pile of ruffles sank into a corner of an otherwise empty room. on further inspection, turns out it’s actually you, scared and a little frazzled but otherwise okay. still, she can’t just leave you, right? besides, given the way you’re dressed and the jewelry you’re wearing, (a lot of rhinestones, especially for a medieval dungeon), she’s pretty positive you’re some sort of royalty. yes, she will be treating you like it

̥ .‧⋆ maybe you’re not as good with a sword but your company is worth a lot to d’arce! she lets you ask as many questions as you want; how’d she decide on that hairstyle? why did she decide to be a knight? why did they call it “midnight sun” if there isn’t any sun at night? was that on purpose or did someone forget how the sun worked? yes, you’re seriously wondering. it is nice to think about anything other than what’s possibly happening to le’garde for a little bit so she’s grateful you’re chatty.

̥ .‧⋆ she’s smelled a lot of death, decay, sweat, rot, and other less than pleasant things, so no matter what you usually wear, your perfume really helps to clear her head. she was a little worried about becoming an easy target if anything could sniff you out but so far everything’s been fine considering you’re lost in a dungeon. bonus points if you let her borrow it, she’s not used to walking through the world smelling like caramel or amber but doesn’t mind it at all

̥ .‧⋆ so chivalrous. she tries to put her best foot forward with most people but between your lack of weapons and primary focus being how hot your own shadow looks in torch light, she feels like she ought to look out for you a little extra.

̥ .‧⋆ this starts to go beyond just pulling you away from things in tunnels though. any hint of anyone (including you) making a degrading comment about your intelligence will be corrected. i can only imagine someone like enki would have a lot of opinions on you if you meet. shes always quick to jump in. you are helpful (how? she’s not sure but still, hey!) and no you can’t be used as a sacrifice, stop suggesting that!

̥ .‧⋆ won’t let you touch her sword no matter how much you pester her. even though the polished metal is just “so shiny”, she’s (wisely) worried you’ll loose a finger

̥ .‧⋆ she lets you use her armor as a mirror as much as you want. your alternatives are usually a puddle of murky water or blood so this is definitely an upgrade. besides, it’s a great excuse to primp in front of her without being too obvious about it. of course she notices something’s up, but she’s not sure what exactly. still, she doesn’t mind. she can pretend you’re blowing kisses at her instead of your own reflection if she squints

̥ .‧⋆ likes being able to see all the work that goes into your appearance. she’s also been introduced to your world of cosmetics. of course she knew about them, but wearing all that just wasn’t practical under armor she’d probably end up sweating in. some of the products are a little foreign to her but she admires the effort and always (very earnestly) tells you that you look beautiful at the end. she’s not sure why her voice shakes so much when she does.

̥ .‧⋆ freezes up if you’re too close every time which of course, makes you worry. can you really blame her? next thing she knows, you’re leaning over, practically in her lap in a low cut blouse, just to ask if she’s okay (of course she’s brave, and you’re sure she can handle anything, but the dungeons are scary! who wouldn’t be a little unsettled?). she has to physically stop herself from putting both hands over her eyes and praying for her heart to stop beating so fast.

̥ .‧⋆ unfortunately she’s realizing in real time that she actually feels valued around you and likes your company a lot more than le’garde. that can’t be right. a big part of her is is positive this isn’t supposed to happen, she loves le’garde right? you’re just a very sweet acquaintance who just happens to be a lot more interesting and attractive than any men she’s met before and that’s fine, right? it doesn’t mean she’s attracted to you, right? (she is in fact obsessed with you and knows it. she just hates it so much)

[tryfondlin]

how many medieval assholes does it take to change a lightbulb

[spooklain]

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throw me into the catacombs i’ll come back PREGNANT.

extras under the cut (tiny blood warning)

[tenebristism]

'machine that lets me read people's minds'? i can't even read yours

pairing: venus (psychopomp) x reader

Real world tip: Your coworkers are not real. Your boss put them there to keep you company while you lose your mind!

word count: 1229

venus as requested!! i dont think i captured her pre-awakening self all that great but it was fun to write :P

“Hey, are you, like, okay?” 

Vena’s attention snaps over to you. She had been taking drag after drag of her cigarette, right down to the butt, and now the ember was burning dangerously close to her fingers. You were already on your third, with her only on her first. 

“Fine!” She says, but her wide, hollow stare tells a different story. “Just fine.” Her jaw is clenched so hard it’s a miracle her teeth haven’t been expelled from her mouth.

“You out of cigs? Want another?”

“Uh - no, I-I have some.” 

You absentmindedly reach out to fix her collar. Work had just been let out, which meant you and your peers could finally, after a grueling 8 hours, abandon the squeaky office chairs and buzzing lights overhead in favor of some fresh air. Ironic, considering your daily after hours smoke break you took with Vena. You heard that only 10% of smokers actually get cancer from smoking. You mentioned this to Vena. At the time, she thought it was funny. Recently she had found the thought rather frightening. Uncharacteristically so. 

“What’s up with you today?” 

Vena brings the lighter to the stick between her lips, but doesn’t light it. 

“Um,” she starts, as if to begin a sentence. 

“Um?” 

“Don’t know.” Her cigarette is swiftly returned to its spot in the carton. It’s almost full. She runs her hands through her blond hair. It certainly did not look brushed today. 

“I just, er…There’s…” Vena’s hands wring themselves together. Your eyebrow raises with a slight head shake, a silent, well? 

“I have to get home. Gotta. Do stuff.” 

“It’s only 5:10.” You frown. “Stay a bit longer. Stuff can wait, right?” 

Vena frantically shakes her head. “I have to go.” 

Your mouth falls open, and your hand raises in protest. Vena is already scurrying back to her car, which, as of late, had been parked as far away from the building as possible. 

“Are you going to that - that meetup at the bar later?!” You cup your hands around your mouth after abandoning your cigarette. Vena barely spares you a glance - no answer. “Well, okay…” 

Your coworker was always a bit strange - dark sense of humor, weird routines, that much everyone knew. But in the past 2 weeks it’s almost like she had seen or heard something that had been plastered in the front of her mind indefinitely. An eldritch horror? Did someone die? Surely not. Shifty eyes, riddled with paranoia, excessive nail biting, too many coffees? Nobody knew. In fact, you weren’t sure anyone had actually noticed how off Vena was acting. You thought to bring it up, but then your evident affinity for the strange blonde would only be affirmed, much to your chagrin - and to the delight of your coworkers. 

You didn’t suspect she harbored anything towards you in particular. Being the oddball she is, it was apparent she acted the same way towards everyone else as she did you, though your peers would beg to differ.

You sighed. What a stupid thought! 

That night you passed up the bar on your way to Vena’s house. You hadn’t told her you were going over. You supposed it was a bit rude to just show up to someone’s house uninvited, especially one you hadn’t known for the better part of a year, but who could turn away a guest with gifts? 

The clock read 7:30. More than enough time for her to do whatever it was she did when she was home. Come to think of it you’ve never quite seen any hobby-ish items around the couple of times you’ve been there. Her bedroom was quite plain, personal bathroom a bit messy. Nothing that had really screamed, ‘this is my personality and I’m going to plaster it all over my apartment’. Perhaps she didn’t find pleasure in personal hobbies, but more so in external interactions.

You pondered this thought as you slammed your car door shut. So much for a surprise. 

The curtains inside briefly swish open, then are quickly shut. 

“Bad timing…?” You mutter, trudging up the steps to her door. 

Before you can knock, the door swings open, a hand darts out, latches onto your arm, and drags you inside. You almost drop the bag of food. 

You squint, trying to adjust to the interior. There are no lights on except for the ones in her bedroom, and every window has been shut off from the outside world.

Vena is but a faint figure in front of you. You can’t see the way she’s grinning, or the object that’s on her head. 

“Look.” Her silhouette becomes clearer as she directs you to the overwhelming washed out light. Her vice grip hasn’t once let go of your arm.

“What’s going on? Why’s it so dark, and…what the hell are you wearing?” 

Vena presents herself with a flourish, once you can see her. She dons a helmet, almost like the ones you’ve seen in war movies, yet this one is…decorated. A radio dish and antennas stick out from the top, while the lower ends are adorned with strange flags. 

“Uh…” 

“This is it,” she beams. Vena trembles with what you presume to be excitement. “It’s done.”

“What is ‘it’?” You back away, but Vena’s arm shoots out to keep you in place. 

“I call it,” she pauses for dramatic effect, “‘Machine that lets me read people’s minds when I want to’”. 

“Sorry?” 

“Psychopomp for short.” 

“No, I mean…” You gesture vaguely. “What’s it? For?”

“Well,” Vena begins, pushing past you to retrieve something from the kitchen, and you watch with great concern and mild interest, “I’ve discovered that everyone has been keeping one big secret from me, so I made this helmet to read their minds.” 

You raise your brows. “Oh? How did that work out for you.” 

“It didn’t let me read their minds,” Vena drawls, “But I do know there are catacombs under every government building now, and I’m going to make sure I explore every last inch of them.” 

“Yeah?” You can’t quite tell if she’s joking or not. Who would let a joke like this go on for so long? “Um…like an escape room, or?”

She turns, now wielding a hammer. 

“I don’t understand.” Vena advances towards you, but you’re confident she’s not going to use the hammer on you. Rather, her hand extends to touch your hair, and her eyes turn just the slightest bit thoughtful. Maybe she’s thinking thoughts. You, strangely enough, don’t find her action unusual or even repulsive. “What are you talking about?”

“You don’t understand,” she pants, a nervous smile growing on her face. “But I do. I understand everything!” 

Vena presses her cheek - or rather, the side of her helmet, against your face. The metal is cold. You shiver, but not from the steel. She pulls back, gaze raking over you once, twice, thrice. Inspecting you, like an athlete would a trophy.

“Catacombs full of creatures, secrets, everything that I didn’t know about. From now on–” Vena releases you and prances towards the door, failing to address your very awkward presence in her home,  “–I will not allow any more secrets to be kept from me, or you.”

The door swings open. You aren’t fast enough to stop her from bouncing through the threshold and into the night.

“I’m going to fix this. Don’t you worry!”

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hi guys

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Denjibowl

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i know i literally DISAPPEARED from the roleplay scene but ive been on twitter..

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// the concept of me crying like a little girl again because i just want motherly love ☹️

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mini printer has quanxi

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Awwww you obsessed with me

darling ur back!!

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if you look like this, please, hit me up asap🤍

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hi guys

[shymagnolia]

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

[shymagnolia]

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

[flagellant]

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

[coffee-or-hot-cocoa]

i need all the help i can get for finals

[finnglas]

Hey so

the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like. 

So you know. 

This might be the real one, y’all.

[ladyadrasteia666]

Reblogging to spread the luck and the good fortune

[sunnypopoki]

Y’all I don’t even believe in luck all that much but good luck to everyone and I hope to see your endeavors succeed. 🫡

[ciderciderciderr]

hahaha gl

[keyserelric]

Chainsaw Man – The Movie: Reze Arc

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hes so siwwy🥹🥹