Hello! You may call us (creative)cornea It's basically what it says on the tin, I write x reader for projectmoon and take requests, We’ll try our best to get requests done as fast as possible but uh… ok here's the rules now.
What I’m A-Okay writing!
Canon typical violence and gore
All cantos in limbus company
Headcanons
Character x Character
Request us this DESPITE knowing we’re not comfortable with writing this and I’ll have to put you into a timeloop.
Smut or anything suggestive
Incest
Minor x Adult
Other fandoms,
anyways feel free send an ask if there’s anything you want clarified !
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#CanonCornea for headcanons
#CreativeCorneais…CREATIVE!? for unrequested writing
#cottoncandycornea for writings thats mainly fluff
#crudecornea for writing thats angsty or something of the sort
I'd like to tell a story of mine rather than requested this time. One about someone named Avis. (Thank you @galloping-windmill for the nugget, and @t-01-54 for the AMAZING art)
She was somewhat of a veteran at that corporation. People came and died but she somehow stayed holding on to life. She had weathered countless monsters, been given some high quality ego gear too, she finally felt like she had somewhat made a place for herself in hell.
"Hey Avis did you hear? They got a new one of those monsters. They say this one could be trouble!" A junior said, Avis could have sworn she was torn apart just yesterday, "Yep! Are you scared? Hehe I wonder what it looks like! How could you not be fascinated by these things?" The junior blabbered on. "She isn't going to last long," Avis thought. The curious types never do.
"They get a new one every day kid, it's not like this is anything unusual. Let's just hope we don't die." Avis said, she didn't necessarily want her coworkers to die. Less people means more chances to get sacrificed to whatever beast gets here next. "Oh you're no fun! Well, I am getting sent to work with it, so see you later!" The junior said.
They never came back. Avis thought she wouldn't feel anything about it. She resented every Abnormality anyhow. But this one just a little more. Soon it was her turn to have a go at it.
". . . They want me to stare at it. . ?" Avis said under her breath. She had long since stopped asking why they wanted her to do such tasks. Whatever keeps her alive. Usually whenever it's this specific it means they've figured out the ugly bastards. She entered the containment unit.
All the breath left her body. She had seen monsters. A matchstick girl, murder happy machines, a goddamn butterfly man, a bathtub made of human skin filled with blood. . .
But this was different.
It was disgustingly beautiful. It was spread across the entire containment unit. And worst of all. . . Its eyes. They pierced her as hard as those branches would. Most of the monsters she saw didn't notice you unless they were about to strike. That's the horrible thing. This. . . This animal? Plant? Thing? Saw every part of her.
She felt the branches creep behind her. She couldn't look away. Every nerve in her body was telling her that if she looked away she was dead. It was absorbing her vision. She could feel the branches penetrate her eyes and grow inside.
She couldn't handle it, and blinked. Nothing
A deep sigh of relief, the blinking Camera in the corner signifying the manager was watching.
"Today's my lucky day, maybe I'll get a promotion for this!" She says aloud. The manager couldn't hear her, and this thing didn't understand. Surely it didn't understand. Hell, it hadn't even moved this entire time now that she thinks about it! She must have been imagining the creeping thorns!
Then the blinking light stopped. The entire thing convulsed. She felt it in her eyes, her entire being. Suddenly she was locked back into its many eyes. Her instincts said something had changed.
"I get it now," She thinks, "the gaze of others. . . It keeps it happy. But. . . Why is it acting strange now?"
The thorns start digging into her. From her eyes. From everywhere.
"Don't blink. Don't blink. Don't blink. Don't. . . Blink. . .!" That's all that she could think about. Her right eye watered.
"Surely it'll be ok if I blink one eye at a time?" She says, not really knowing or caring if it was in her head or aloud.
And her right eye closes.
As soon as it is out of view it strikes her right eye. Pain shoots through her entire face, she can feel blood spilling down her face, it was moving. Oh god it was moving. She couldn't blink, even still.
She screamed, it was getting closer, she tried backing away, only to find the thorns behind her. Her vision was slowly being blocked by the thorns.
The gap was getting smaller. And smaller. Until the doors hissed open, tearing the thorns from her back, as she stumbles back out of the containment unit.
"AAHH!!! OH GOD! HELP! I NEED HELP!" she screams as she stumbles back to the main area. The regenerator would help. Part of her right arm was stabbed through, as well as her leg and ribs. The rest was a blur.
The next day she was given a new weapon. As soon as she grasped it she felt it. The horrid creature was whispering in her mind. Avis wanted to vomit.
Another round of work. This time the manager's eyes stayed on the cursed thing. Nothing went wrong. Soon after she felt a weight on her head. She looked at whatever reflective surface she could find to see those same burrowing eyes and piercing thorns as a crown atop her head. She recognized those eyes. What was held in them was curiosity.
“…Pardon?” Funeral— no, Yi Sang looked taken aback by your words.
“I want to quit,” you repeated, staring into his eyes as you spoke so he understood that you were serious and that you meant every word.
The entire time you knew him, Yi Sang’s expression never really changed; only ever wearing that emotionless look on his face that only seemed to soften whenever he was “mourning” the death of an employee. Right now, however, he looked oddly upset with what you said to him.
“…Quit,” he breathed out after a moment, flinching as if the word itself was painful to utter even though he had no problems with it in the past. “You wish to quit.”
How ironic it was that the abnormality who usually left you puzzled with his words seemed to be struggling to understand what you were telling him. Seriously, what part of what you said to him was difficult to understand?
“Is there something wrong with it?”
“Yes— No! I…”
How ironic it was that for once, he seemed at a loss of words as well.
“You are cognisant of what it means to ‘quit’ in this place, are you not?” he asked, his voice almost trembling.
“I am aware of it but what other choice do I have?”
He didn’t answer beyond looking away from you. That’s what you thought.
“I’m tired of losing friends every day, tired of working with their killers,” you continued. “If there was a way to quit and live a normal life, I would’ve done that already but I can’t even have that here. None of us can! You’re the best choice I have. The higher ups might not let me quit, or they might throw me at an abnormality as a sacrifice after telling me they’ll let me go. I could go to another abnormality for this, but frankly I don’t want to give them the satisfaction of killing yet another abnormality. But, you…”
You didn’t finish. Didn’t feel the need to. Yi Sang seemed to understand where you were going with this all the same.
“You… really wish to…” He let out a shaky breath. “Is that what you truly desire?”
You nodded.
“…Very well.”
If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he hesitated to extent his hand to you then. He wouldn’t, of course. Hesitating meant that he was questioning his role, and given his existence as an abnormality thus a being incapable of changing, that wasn’t possible.
“Thank you,” you smiled as you took his hand. “I was a bit worried that you might refuse, to be honest.”
Then again, Yi Sang had never really been like the other abnormalities, had he?
He didn’t reply, instead pulling you close to him; close enough that he could wrap his arms around your waist. He was so cold.
“I’ll make this quick, dearest.”
…Dearest, huh. That was a new one.
Not that whatever he called you mattered now.
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₊✦Limbus Company | Dante x Gn!Reader | No spoilers!✦₊
When/How do they fall for you? When do they confess?
Dante’s the type to fall in love with someone fast and without knowing why or how they fell in love with you. If asked about their type, they’ll reply anyone is fine since they don’t know themselves nor have they thought much about it.
They also can’t confess for the life of them. Any time that they try to, something either comes up to interrupt them last second or they pathetically fail. The one time they do manage to confess is when your life is in danger one way or another. They’ll let you know that they love you then before forgetting about it as they focus on the situation at hand, they’ll panic afterwards when they remember what happened, though.
How affectionate are they? What about PDA?
They’re both shy and shameless about affection. Near the start of your relationship, everything feels so unreal to Dante that they overthink something as simple as holding your hand. They do gain confidence and become significantly less shy about it the longer they’re in a relationship with you, though. Sometimes to the point where they’re making you flustered instead of being the one who’s flustered.
What do they think of nicknames? Do they have any for you?
Dante heavily prefers to use your name for them, mostly because they’re not good with nicknames and they don’t want to be teased over whichever corny one they end up choosing. There are some instances where they call you their partner or love, though.
On the other hand, Dante doesn't mind nicknames but they do get very flustered if you call them things like sweetheart and darling.
Does their behaviour change in any way?
While Dante does change and grow as a person, it has little to do with their relationship with you. So no, their behaviour doesn’t change in any way.
Do they get jealous? How do they handle it?
Dante doesn’t really get jealous because they trust that you won’t betray them like that, nor do they feel threatened by you hanging out with other people in the first place.
However they still get upset about it here and there, though most they’ll do is make it clear that they are your partner by wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close. If it wasn’t for their clock head, you’d be able to see them pouting, too.
What about dates? How romantic are they?
Dates with Dante are simple and casual. They’ll take you out on walks, take you out to a library so the two of you can pick books and read together, or stay indoor for a movie night. They also love taking you out to eat but don’t do it much because they feel awkward sitting across you while you’re eating and they’re not.
They’re also not one to be romantic. They might plan a few romantic nights together here and there, but there’s a high chance they’ll ruin it with their clumsiness, but they don’t see much of a point to acting romantic either unless you’re into it.
To them, just getting to spend their days with you, by your side, is romantic enough. What more can they ask for?
How are they with domestic tasks?
Surprisingly good when they pick it up! They love cleaning up the place and look at it, knowing that they won’t have to worry about twelve idiots messing up and dirtying the place immediately after. Even though they can’t eat anything, they love cooking food that you like so that you may enjoy it.
They love handling domestic tasks in general since it’s a rare moment of relaxation for them. While they’d prefer to handle most of the chores while you act as the breadwinner, they won’t refuse if you offer to help them out since the only thing they’d love to do more than chores would be doing chores together with you.
How do they handle fights?
Dante communicates with you very frequently so there are barely any fights. However if one takes place anyway, they’ll give you time to cool off and use that time to cool themselves off before talking to you again.
They’ll pick their words carefully, making sure that you won’t feel upset which might lead to another fight. They listen to everything you say and take note of it, keeping it all in mind so that they can avoid this repeating in the future while listing their own problems to you as well.
They also get you a silly gift to help you cheer up, though they don’t realize how silly the gift in question is until someone — most likely you — points it out.
Hello!! May I request for Vespa x reader hcs? Thank you and have a good day! :3
A/n: I hope this is up to your liking anon!
Vespa x reader general hcs
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It'd take a while for Vespa to actually fall for you, let alone confess, he'd be straightforward and take you out on a date to his favorite restaurant. You'd start to notice him eyeing your food, he wouldn't admit to wanting it though. Not in a million years. If you conveniently don't finish your food, he'd take the rest, it's just not good to waste food, yknow?
Speaking of food… he's decent at cooking, as well as brewing tea, he'd brew the same kind each time, cinnamon tea, you'd smell that same aroma some mornings.
Now, would he enjoy cuddling? Yes. Anytime he's not working, yes. He enjoys spooning- being the big spoon, or alternatively, having you act as a weighted blanket. He'd operate with the same logic when it comes to PDA, he wouldn't be big on it- not while he's working anyway, if he's off the clock, that's a different story. Not anything too shameless in public though.
I think he'd be protective, but in the sense he'll start to panic internally if you go out during nighttime or you haven't been answering any calls. If you're a highly graded fixer yourself, probably he won't be as protective- for obvious reasons, but still, it lingers. . . If any of those syndicates hurt you like how the thumb did to him, he’d have hell to raise.
Petnames… Is a rough territory, if he perceives it to be the slightest bit mocking such as the ones Ezra gives him ("baby bee") then… yikes. He isn't the type to make up petnames for you.
Wasn't expecting to get tagged in such a post but a pleasant surprise!
Tagged by: @ohnomykokoro (answer and tag six people you wanna know better! (i dont know all questions, so imma copy everything... ))
FAVORITE COLOR: hm, I like pink as well as blue and yellow. I'm not crazy about any of them though.
LAST SONG I LISTENED TO: "Don't" from Persona 3 Reload by Azumi Takahashi and Lotus Juice...I've just recently got into Persona and have all games on the Switch (but none finished ;;;;) and while I am not fond of alllll remade songs, this one is a melancholic banger.
CURRENTLY READING: ....Disappointed but not surprised, Vinland Saga😐. I just really like looking at the pictures and analyzing the way Yukimura draws and maybe smell the fresh paper too and ogle at Thorfinn😩...but the last one I finished is "The Full Moon Coffee Shop" by Mai Mochizuki. It's a short read about several people feeling unsatisfied and lost in their life and a magical coffee shop run by cats comes by on a full moon and helps them. It's more of a feel-good-read.
CURRENTLY WATCHING: I'm currently not watching anything because I finished a lot of things recently. The Amazing Digital Circus, Death Note, If Wishes Could Kill, Beastars, Istanbul Encyclopedia...
Some were really just something to relax after work while I was intriguied and followed others. Overall good stuff.
CURRENT FAVORITE SONG: "Love Sick" by Keina Suda. Thought for a while since it was either that or "Ghost Avenue" by Eve but I seriously could listen to Love Sick all day, it's got such a banger melody it's hard not to bop your head to it. Another good one is "undress me" by Cö Shu Nie. imo she has a gorgeous voice and the way she composes feels and sounds breathtaking.
Mutuals I'm tagging: @just-some-user-hunny , @yanderes-galore if you feel like doing it!
Favourite colour: There are no favourites in ba sing se (it's yellow and pink, preferably pastel)
Last song I listened to: I've been listening to lax lullaby (void stranger ost) for the past weeks but the most recent song I listened to was this one
Currently reading: The Little Prince for yume purposes….. iykyk
Currently watching: nothing </3 very close to watching TADC and MLP though (and iron lung when it finally gets subtitles, among many others,,)
Current favourite song: it's close between signaling and mis-take rpg by anythingbecomesmoe right now
I will be tagging @paddling-dawn, @creativecornea, @teavich, @cubecat-sunshine, @salemcantupdate, @sinclaironestrogen but anyone is free to reblog this with their answer (please do that actually I love reading what everyone has to say)
Favorite color: Dark blue (On the contrary, I’ve begun to immensely dislike red.)
Last song I listened to: Bernadette by IAMX.
Currently reading: Mistborn: The Hero of Ages. I despise this book. It’s horrible. Reviling even. If I had a physical copy I’d burn it. <- This is all said with atmost adoration and affection by the way.
Currently watching: the Witch Hat Atelier anime if I remember correctly.
Current favorite song: The Masochism Tango, you know the one.
Curses left Hong Lu’s lips as he fumbled with his pockets, searching for boluses that he threw away a long while ago in vain.
“Don’t close your eyes,” he threatened. “Don’t you dare close your eyes right now.”
The mission wasn’t supposed to go this wasn’t supposed to end this way, no. It was supposed to be simple, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing that either of you couldn’t handle. You’d kill the bloodfiends, torture the big bad one that was responsible for turning people into their kindred and bloodbags, then come back home.
Things weren’t supposed to go this way.
He muttered your name before cursing again, gritting his teeth like he was the one in a lot of pain from a stab wound and not you.
One moment the two of you were fighting like usual and the next, he saw one of the bloodbags get a good swing in; its sharps digging into your flesh and left behind an injury far too severe to be ignored. Hong Lu didn’t remember what exactly happened afterwards, his memory was fuzzy and the last thing he saw that wasn’t you was the shouts of the bloodfiend he was hunting and the sound of footsteps growing more and more distant.
Things weren’t supposed to go like this. Things weren’t supposed to go like this. Things weren’t supposed to go like this.
Nothing he did seemed to make things right and he cursed himself over and over again for foolishly throwing away the one thing that would’ve helped in this situation. And all because of what? In a vain attempt to cut off his family when he was destined to return to them eventually anyway? What a joke.
He pulled back slightly, the reality of the situation weighing down on him as he took in the sight of you cradled against his chest: Blood spilled from your lips, one hand rested loosely over the gaping wound on your stomach, the light in your eyes fading ever so slowly…
The only thing he could do now was to rush you back to the office and use the medical supplies there. Supplies that he should’ve brought along with every mission instead of getting cocky. Supplies that he’d start bringing with him if you managed to make it.
“Stay with me,” his voice came out as a mere whisper as he stood up with you in his arms.
He doubted you would.
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questionnnn since I see a lot of people having anxiety about making their own writing blog for one reason or another
would anyone want me to make a post with my writing tips/advice and my experience with it + as well as the experiences of my writer oomfs?
I know writing can be especially scary when you're first starting out but it's really not I prommy. Besides, I think it's worth it to encourage people to write in an era when ai slop is everywhere and corporations are trying to take the fun out of creativity
I want to smooch Kim ji-hoon for releasing the new intervollo and nocturnal sweeping bokgak because I’ve sudden turned into The Writer ™
Idk if anyone remembers if they sent me a request or not but if you’ve been pretending to be Rapunzel waiting for her prince to write her fanfiction request from the start of this year then your in luck because I’ve decided to resurrect myself from the very depths of a lobotomy corp branch.
“Hold still,” Albina lightly chided you; hand leaving the buttons that she was fumbling with so that she can nudge your face back into position before resuming what she was doing before.
With the vest fully buttoned, she pulled away and looked at the mirror in front of you and her. She hummed thoughtfully as she took in your appearance. Her expression gave nothing away, but the slight furrow of her brows was enough to tell you that she wasn’t satisfied with the results. Too formal, maybe.
Refusing to hear a single opinion from you, she began to undo her work.
It was strange, in a way. Had it been anyone else that was stripping your clothes to dress you up in something else, you would’ve sat uncomfortably at best or pushed them away at worst. Yet with Albina, it was different. Somehow. It was hard to say if it was because of your closeness — which… was debatable, considering that your first meeting with her was her kidnapping you — or if it was because Albina didn’t care for the human body the same way that other people did.
After a short while, she had changed you into something with a lot of frills. She must’ve not liked the formal look if she was adding frills. Though judging by that look on her face — indifferent, yet with the same slightly furrowed eyebrows as before — she didn’t seem too pleased with this either.
“Nothing looks right,” she said. If she wasn’t stuck with a face that struggled to mimic expressions, you were sure she would be pouting right about now.
“You’ve only tried three outfits so far.”
“And none of them look right.”
You wanted to be positive and cheer her up, but her taste in fashion was… well… to put it in the nicest way you could, Callisto had terrible taste both in art and other matters and it undoubtedly influenced Albina’s self expression. The clothes she had lying around were few and far between and that was ignoring the fact that most of them didn’t fit you. It was a miracle that she could find anything that went well together to put on you in the first place.
Maybe — no, probably — that was why nothing felt right to her. So the first suggestion that came to your mind was, “Have you tried sewing something yourself and putting that on me?”
She perked up immediately. “Like sinews?”
“No, like string—”
“Alright,” she nodded to herself, interrupting you before you could fix your mistake. “I’ll go get materials. You sit tight right here,” was the last thing she said to you before leaving you alone in her room.
Oh dear… you sure hoped that she would get the material she already had instead of killing new people for it.
I don't mind if people write some yanderes as being mentally ill but it pisses me off to no end when they act like yanderes are inherently mentally ill which is just ableist bullshit. If you think the only way to do horrible stuff is through being fucked up in the head, then you are ableist and need to think about why you immediately associate a trope known for being violent and obsessive with a group of people that's more likely to be victims of violence. And a group who's been hurt by others and usually since childhood at that.
Like, at their core, yanderes are characters who feel entitled to another person's love and body. You don't need to be mentally ill to be entitled to someone's body, hell most people who are unable to take "no" as an answer fall into this trope and most of those people aren't even mentally ill. I'm oversimplifying things a bit here but my point is that the average person is completely capable of doing bad things and hurting others and I hate that it's mentally ill people who get flack for it.
Also saying "yanderes are mentally ill" and the mental illness in question being vague is also ableism. Stop referring to anything that's evil as mentally ill and using therapy speak to describe bad people doing bad things.
