General & Warnings
This is a fanfiction blog (focused on ENA for now, but this will expand). It's highly advised that minors don't interact, since some fics may contain suggestive material or more extreme things like gore, smut, etc.
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Author & Fandoms
I'm Wulfgang (or just JJWolves) and I write ENA and UT/DR stuff--X Reader related stuff most of the time--but this might expand in the future. I'm not in a ton of fandoms to be honest, and I like to try to base my ideas on established canon, which is hard for media I haven't seen a lot of.
I write for...
ENA/ENA Dream BBQ
Undertale/Deltarune
Loose Request Guidelines
Requests are generally open; send in a request and I shall respond. Fair warning: I may decline certain requests if they feel like they go a little too far for me, which might be slightly arbitrary, but for the most part I don't think that will be too much of an issue with this crowd (so far). I can't really write for OCs via requests (that's hard, man), but I can if it's a commission, since that's extra effort and time I'm being paid for in order to learn about this new character!
As implied at the beginning, I am willing to write things related to gore, suggestive subject matter, smut, yandere, etc. Don't be afraid to ask. The clown will not hurt you.
Despite this, there are some subjects I won't touch like zoophilia, scat, raceplay and other things which I sort of lump into that category. Why am I OK with guro but not with this other stuff? I dunno! Perhaps it's an arbitrary line to draw, but I figure it wouldn't hurt to put it here.
Commissions
If you want to support a writer in the fandom, then consider commissioning me, or even just sending a request my way. They both mean a ton to me, and they show me that people like my work (yay)! However, commissions will be given priority simply on the basis of respect for someone taking the time and money to support me.
I will write for OCs, unlike normal Requests.
To request a commission, send me a DM and we can go over what you want for your headcanon list/story in order to tailor-make it (tailor-write it?) to your preferences. (Things you want to see included, excluded etc.)
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Hello!! Um I was wondering if you can do headcanons for Coral Glasses x cannibal! reader ^q^? They eat entities (if its ever considered cannibalism cus they're all unique lol) but leave Coral as an exception specifically /nf
BLACK AND WHITE AND RED ALL OVER
What: 5 Coral Glasses X Cannibal Reader Headcanons
Who: Coral Glasses (from ENA Dream BBQ)
How Much: ~1100 Words
Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G, Divider -> @suupersonic
Warnings: Cannibalism, Violence Mentions
The Hub has a certain magnetic pull towards the odd and unusual, at least that's what you've gathered so far. It has a tendency to pick up weird, colorful little loiterers like a scratchy sweater picks up lint. They're more interesting than lint, at the very least, and fun to watch, too. You pick up on subtler quirks underneath their surface-level madness when you wipe away the drool and watch from a distance. Coral Glasses certainly has some. She constantly sweats and, when nobody's looking, wrings her hair out into the blood lake. She bites her nails when she's nervous and switches to knuckles when her fingertips start to get sore. You always catch her looking at you over her shoulder and she always turns away as soon as your eyes meet. And she's always fidgeting with her fingers when she talks to you, her reef pulsing erratically. You can't judge her too much, though. You have your own quirks too, you're sure. Maybe watching her mannerisms a little too closely is your quirk. Watching her rare, unbothered smile makes your heart readjust itself in your chest to get comfortable. Or maybe your quirk is that you eat people. You've been told that's a pretty unique one even around here.
You're walking next to Coral Glasses, her pale complexion a tad darker around the cheeks today. Maybe the extra work with the genie's door-founding is taking its toll. When you two happen to pace behind a building, its shadow darkening her blush to black, she makes a shaky grab for your hand and scandalously fondles your elbow instead, awkwardly pulling you back to her. "Hey." You turn to her, already attending her voice. "I want to kiss you, if you could see yourself agreeing to that..." Maybe it's odd that this is so innocuous, so not grand, but you don't humor these ideas as you feel yourself nodding along to Coral's request like a fool. Her grip tightens as she closes the distance, boldly exchanging flavors with you: her synthetic bitterness for your rainbow candy man who wouldn't leave you alone. When you've both had your fill of each other, Coral's sweating, of course. Her reef is seemingly melting. She's a little shaky. Instead of the nervous quality assurance you're expecting, the was it okays and the is it okay I did thats, she smacks her lips curiously, blush deepening, if it were possible. "I think I can see myself understanding the appeal of yout... Diet," she comments, wiping her mouth with a sleeve much too casually before hiding her face in her hands and sweating from every pore. Now this was much more expected. "I feel like management's going to come down on us at any second. And I think I like it..."
Before you were decidedly together, even, Coral Glasses had taken a bit of a shine to you. Her post-shift routine set her on a track straight out of the hub and into an apartment building that was forcefully deposited onto the ground from another planet, if the foreign coral growths on it were any indication. Her path was a logical, direct one that implied an avoidance of anything that could fall between the margins of work and home, and yet she waited. When you stalked after her, entranced by her, she'd stop at every corner and turn her head ever so slightly. Waiting for you to follow, maybe. Trying to pretend that she didn't notice you, definitely. A blind reef was certainly turned later on when you pounced on solicitors and door-to-door banana worshipers (disgusting). You outgrew the small blind spot Coral Glasses set aside for you when you cornered her outside of her building. What you saw on her face when you loomed over her was something decidedly not afraid, but anxious in a different direction entirely. "I just wanted to tell you to be more careful," she murmured, sorting papers in her hands that you were sure had nothing on them. "If you get caught, you might be demoted, and... Well, I don't know if there's rules even made for this yet, but, I feel sick when I think of you getting in trouble. You know?" You probably made it too clear that you didn't know, if the fast-pulsing reef in Coral Glasses' eye was any indication. Her gaze caught yours and let it slip away a second later. "You should admit yourself here. I'm a little homesick for you, I think. Homesick..." Her voice drifted off as she stared through you, lost in deep thought as the door to her apartment complex cracked open. Without a word, she entered and beckoned you inside.
Coral Glasses did her best to accommodate you, printing out blank sheets and taping them to the walls of the guest room to absorb the blood, ichor and various other fluids dripping from whatever half-rendered quarry you dragged in through the door. "The juices... Stay here. I want to keep them separate from the house." When you pointed out that her faucet is always running and keeps the floor eternally submerged up to your ankles, so it doesn't matter, she tapped her chin and argued, "Those aren't juices. Those are fluids, which is different, I think... I care about atmosphere." You asked if you were staying in the blood-room, not that you minded. Coral Glasses didn't say anything, but her reef dulled as she looked down and idly kicked some water up. You... Asked if she wanted you? In her room? And while she didn't say anything that time either, the nervously happy fidgeting she did with her hair seemed to say everything you needed to hear. "Just don't track anything in... okay?"
And now you work with her after she vouched for your character with a letter of insistent employment that Froggy forgot to send to the "do not hire" pile. As far as the Hub is concerned, you're her essential assistant. This is a nice way of saying that you do nothing but wait for the moment when Coral Glasses fidgets with her tie, a secret signal for a kiss she's desperately needing. That, and sentencing belligerent Genie candidates to butchery when she jabs a guilty, sweating thumb in their direction. It's amazing how little anybody else besides your girlfriend cares about your shenanigans here in the Hub, but that's a good thing--it's an easy payout: seeing her hide her mouth in surprise (a hidden smile?) as you quickly trap the ex-candidate troublemakers in a big crock pot that looks like a Shinto shrine and whisk them away while Froggy stares on apathetically. That's what really puts gas in your tank, and food on Coral Glasses' plate later, too. That's your "payment".
I feel bad when I watch Alice in Wonderland because this poor little girl is lost and this rude ass atheist caterpillar keeps vaping in her face… poor kid
In your hands is a dark teal envelope "sealed" with colorful staples that are embedded into the paper flap holding the packet shut. It smells floral and overly sweet, almost like some sort of cherry soda was spilled on it. Opening it is a hassle that pricks holes into the paper and tears it if you don't take the staples out one by one.
Open it?
How does one begin if not by getting their foot in the door and wishing you well on your commencement! Of course, I refer to your number! You are now eligible for a "drink on the town". A "night of refreshment". Congratulations!
I was informed by a superior that this means you've purchased a subscription for mind-altering celebration! Do you feel dizzy yet from the towering plans that g0d has for you? Here's a hint to your puzzle: Say yes, my dear associate.
Of course, you're obligated to share your revelries with me once you've had them. Keep me informed on all of your trends!
Everyone knows I ain't invited!! I'm the goose in a game full of ducks, but FUCK THEM! When you go swim or go sinking, you better remember to sponsor me. Deal's a deal, otherwise, lose my number!!
I don't promote these ideas YES I DO It's really just my preference I WANT FUN-HAVING WITH YOU NOW YOU ASSBUTT INVITE ME
Walk whatever path has less mines on it. Do what thou will, you MAGGOT!!!!!!!
Ha! Either way, my portfolio could use some liquidation. Employment is certainly not for the bleak of heart. So, even if you decline my offer... Maybe you'd be keen to share a fragment with me. I'll even trade you sometime...
ok i did it. image for people who like defending caine but also want to make it clear that they Understand that He Did Bad Things. feel free to use, no credit required. enjoy
