✦ HYMN TO THE DECADENT LIFE!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ sorry, forgive me, I'm a useless adult! (x reader blog. MINOR WRITER.) ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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ummm .... i don't feel like making this too fancy. so

hi everyone :). minor writer (kiana, or gray); 16+, she/they! adults a-okay to interact , but 18+/mdni accounts are not allowed in!!!!!

will usually write for limbus company , but will sometimes do other sources!

irregular posting schedule. i'll talk here often, but actual writings won't be released in a steady pace. requests will also be closed forever and ever. sorgy

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ok im not exactly back yet but 🤤🤤🤤 OH MY DAYS MEURSAULT WITH LONG HAIR 🤤🤤🤤🤤

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hi friends. errrrrm i'll post a thing soon. i have like two other unrelated writings i have to finish first but TRUST i will be back to making stuff soon

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c9 part 1 spoilers

ryoshu i want your father. i want all of the nursefathers actually but i ESPECIALLY want the index one

do we make a fic for this guy (featuring the other nursefathers) eventually 🤔🤔🤔🤔

FUCK yes 🥹🥹✌️

no 💔💔💔

Voting ended onJan 4

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✦ YOU’RE ALL I NEED — UNDERNEATH THE TREE!

LCB sinners x reader.

overview. mistletoe headcanons, featuring a few of the sinners!

warnings. discussion of spoilers. possible mischaracterization.

notes. very late christmas special… i hope everyone had a nice christmas ❤️❤️; and have a happy new year :) these hcs are a bit lower in quality… please forgive me sniffles

:: rodion.

intentionally brings you under the mistletoe.

she’s smooth with it; shamelessly and deliberately leading you towards the hanging, decorated plant, making sure that you’re completely unaware of this even happening. sure, she’s kissed you aplenty before—but this feels more special. some of the other sinners can’t help but sigh and shake their head over your obliviousness. other sinners (don quixote, gregor, and possibly ishmael) are actively egging on the 9th sinner.

once she finally gets you directly under it, rodya is quick to alert you on this ‘interesting circumstance’; it is so obvious that she did this on purpose, to the point that it makes you laugh. nonetheless, you can’t help but to go along with her hijinks. the sinner will give you a biiiig ol’ smooch, on your cheek and mouth. maybe even a hug (that’ll leave you clawing and gasping for air) as well.

:: heathcliff.

you’d have to be the one to bring him under it—maybe even pull him over.

his excuse is that he doesn’t have time for entertaining such a lovey-dovey action, and as much as he tries to convince you, it’s obvious that he’s lying. the 7th sinner, even after the events that transpired at the wuthering heights manor, heathcliff struggles with vulnerability—and especially when love and romance is involved. he’s still all messed up with █████████; he was so sure that he would never find a love like that again. and this just sounds… a bit too much. but, then again—another part of him desperately wants to feel that way. with you.

when you eventually lead him under, he stiffs up and basically becomes a statue. maybe blushing a whole lot, too. it worsens when you go for the (possibly multiple) kiss. the rest of the sinners can only watch—and laugh.

:: meursault.

it can either be him, or you. he doesn’t mind either way.

the 5th sinner is one of few words; he does what’s ordered, and remains stoic beyond anything else. this only truly changed—bit by bit—the more he traversed within and outside mephistopheles. more often than he realizes, he’s begun to do things without being ordered to, not excluding when it came to you. in fact, he’s done much more for you personally at an almost hourly rate. this is just his own way of showing his affection and love for you.

a chaste kiss is what meursault will give you, should he be the one to lead you under. short and sweet. you’re free to smother him in affection; and while there isn’t any visible reaction at first, the lightest tint of pink slowly makes itself known, on both his ears and cheeks. (and yes, rodya is on her way to tease him.)

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LCE SHOT DEAD IN THE BACKSTREETS...?????!,!,! WHAT

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sometimes i forget that this isn't my main blog . fuck my stupid chungus life

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canto 9! just a month away! canto 9 is in a month! woohoo! i am so happy about this informatio

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✦ OPEN HEART, OPEN MIND — NEVER KNOW WHO YOU’LL FIND!

LCB sinners x reader.

overview. kissing headcanons! yay! featuring a select few of the sinners.

warnings. discussion of spoilers (their cantos). possible mischaracterization.

notes. hehehe… the entire lcb has an unmatched face card. lowercase cont’d.

:: sinclair.

he’s very hesitant at the start. while he recalls the faintest memories of his parents—before their decision to go through the procedure of replacing parts of their body with prosthetics, and then their subsequent demise—he hasn’t had much else in terms of affection; he doesn’t necessarily count the actions of his colleagues as such, either. that is, until you came in.

the 11th sinner was, to put it bluntly, a wreck during his first attempt at a kiss. he was quick with it; flustered beyond belief, a stuttering mess… the works. the only reason why he had the courage is thanks to the 9th sinner, rodya. he leaned forward, placed a soft, chaste peck on your cheek, and ran away before you could do anything. hah!

that is to say, he does get better at this. he’s not at the point of kissing you directly on the lips, but he’s getting there. generally, sinclair likes to press his lips on your forehead and cheeks; it’s efficient, yet sweet.

:: don quixote.

she’s open in her affection towards you; to anyone, truly. the version of herself from many, many years ago—sancho—would never ever be this touchy and lovey. perhaps the thought lingered in her mind—to be vulnerable, and allow herself to be soft and loving—but she’s quick to dismiss these thoughts. she can’t be this bare. she won’t allow herself to be.

however, don quixote, the 3rd sinner, both pre and post memory loss, is un-shamelessly lovey-dovey. her first kiss left you dazed; she placed both of her hands against your face, “officially” proclaimed herself as your knight, and placed a biiiig ol’ kiss on the lips. truly—she holds no shame!

don quixote places her lips alllll over you; your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your neck… the list goes on. she just can’t do the bare minimum when it comes to her lover!

:: gregor.

he’s—honestly not entirely sure on how to go about something like this. not once has he received pure-good affection or attention; his mother…haah, she’s a can of worms that he wants to get rid of but cannot. his colleagues… he knows that they don’t usually mean harm with their words when they’re directed at him, but it hurts all the same. it truly does. because of this missing piece in himself, he’s unsure of what to say or do when it comes to being affectionate to—you. but he’s trying. and that’s all that matters.

he was also nervous when going forward with the first kiss. not as unprepared as sinclair, but definitely a bit scared. rodya—bless her heart—was, again, the pusher, hyping him up to the best of her abilities, which is a grand scale of things. he reached out with his human hand, leaned in, and kissed the corner of your mouth. not too direct, but not too indirect, either. despite so, the faint flavor of smoke lingered.

loves him some side-kisses. quick and simple, yet full of love anyways. he won’t let this become a fleeting thing. he can’t let that happen.

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✦ I WANT TO QUIT BEING A MAGICAL GIRL / I ONLY WANT TO PROTECT THE ONES I LOVE!

forsaken cast (survivors) & queen of hatred!reader.

overview. general headcanons on how a select few of the forsaken survivors go about interacting with a being like yourself, and vice versa. can be seen as either platonic or romantic.

warnings. possible mischaracterization. QoH reader being…difficult. yeah.

notes. walpurgis!! just a week (a day) away!! these are also a lot shorter and lower in quality…i wanted to get this out asap. lowercase cont’d.

:: noob.

“not to worry, my dear friend! i’ll protect you!!!”

they’re the pinnacle of the beings you strive to protect; relatively weak, relatively powerless, and relatively in need of someone to save the day. and—that’s a job for someone like yourself! whether it be during rounds—your role as a sentinel makes having to save the others an inevitability—or outside of them, you make it a note to come to their rescue first. in general, you prioritize protecting the survivalists over everyone else, and you specifically prioritize saving noob before the others. they’re not sure if they should be all that grateful.

you become a lot more scary when in your “second form”—lots of things scare them, but most of those fears go away when they’re whisked away from the rounds, and returned to the temporary tranquility of the main cabin. your true monstrous form was sealed away as soon as you were dragged into this realm; what replaced it was an appearance nearly similar to your regular look, but with a slouched posture (as if you’re one small noise away from pouncing), a shadow that covers your eyes (with only one of them being visible—one that glows), and a deep, deep frown. they’re prone to avoiding you when you’re like this, but that also proves to be difficult—you’re practically clinging onto them!

“where…where are the villains…? don’t tell me—must i be the one to take their place…?! where are they?!”

“u-uhm…wait! d-don’t come any closer! i-i’m not—!”

:: two time.

“ggrh…ahem! let us protect the others from these rotten villains!”

there is something about them that unnerves you. the way they almost never drop that scary, scary, smile…the fact that you can always feel a remnant of their gaze on you, both in and out of rounds—the list can go on. but, you can’t fully see them as a villain in need of defeating; they’re the opposite, in theory. a protector of the helpless, just like you. perhaps if they acted differently, you’d see yourself willingly going to them more often than not. however, since that’ll never ever happen, you stick to the safer option of only ever approaching during rounds. unfortunately for you, they do not reciprocate these thoughts; rather, they find you wholly interesting. it feels as though the realm itself struggles to fully contain and restrain your power; this must be a result of your never-crumbling faith in your beliefs, as fragile as they are. just like their belief and love for their “god”.

oh, and of course they feel no fear or concern to your other form; another link, another way that you mirror them. for as much as you find them uneasy to talk or look at, they’re one of the two that can quickly and swiftly bring you back to a stable state. perhaps they can’t suppress this form of yours via brute force, but they’re all too good at lowering guards and allowing relaxation to come in. you’re back to your “regular” self in such a short gap in time, you can’t solidly recall what happened. are you at risk of falling to such a state again? yes, obviously. but there is no need to fear.

“a–hah? huh? where am—eeeek!!”

“hmm…? is something that currently ails you? please—do tell.”

:: dusekkar.

“hooh! you’re also a magic user!!! definitely not of the arcana, but still.”

magic buddies! magic buddies! lingering around the staff-wielder is something you’ve begun to do more often, once realizing that he’s willing to listen through every single story of yours (even after repeating them for the nth time.); when the conversation isn’t about your stories—and thus isn’t one-sided—it’s about magic! maybe a sprinkle of actual important information, but you mainly care about the magic portion of things. the spells that he’s prone to using are entirely different from the ones you use. it’s wise to learn about your enemies, and even wiser to learn about your allies! maybe he’d get along with one of your other friends (that knight…what was her name, again? it’s right on the tip of your tongue, but you just…can’t remember—)

he is the other member of the duo that is capable of dragging you out of your delirious state with little to no difficulty. he is the one to disarm you, to take away your staff, and talk sense into you. if that doesn’t work, then a little miracle from his own magic can do the trick just fine, as well. you aren’t the only one that the realm’s puppeteer finds challenging to properly and fully weaken, after all.

“have you come to? or, shall i need to bring more sense onto you?”

“aah—yup, completely fine! a magical girl like me can’t stay down forever, haha!”

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nevermind lord of hongyuan hong lu fic CANCELED i have another idea

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time to write for This Freak

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✦ CONDOLENCES, AND THEN LIFE GOES ON.

forsaken cast (survivors) & ryōshū!reader.

overview. general headcanons about how [a select few of] the forsaken survivors go about interacting with someone like yourself, and vice versa. can be seen as either platonic or romantic.

warnings. descriptions of injury and violence. possible mischaracterization. possible spoilers for limbus company.

notes. cough. first time doing something like this...please be kind to me 🥹🥹. lowercase cont'd.

:: shedletsky.

“...miss that slash again, and i’ll S.Y.N.C.”

he angers you to no extent. in exchange, he loves to get under your skin on purpose. if it weren’t for the fact that you were thrown into this place as a survivor—and would thus have to give the other dwellers here a mere fraction of the respect you gave to the sinners—you would’ve already sliced his stupid head off. and, while he could never be a one-to-one copy, there are some traits of that damned “winged tiger”, lei heng, that you see in the sword wielder. you’d be better off not sparing even a single little thought about that.

…speaking of his capabilities with the sword, you cannot lie—he does indeed know what he’s doing; with what he’s limited to, anyways. the being that’s holding you all down here makes extra sure to dwindle everyone to be as bare-bones as possible. it’s even more infuriating than the binding done by limbus company’s contract.

however, you use the compliment of “knowing what he’s doing” very scarcely. knowing that he’s bound to fuck up more often than not, you’re prone to sticking around him, acting as his “second chance” if he misses; while you’re left with using a permanently sheathed ōdachi—courtesy of the spectre—, you were never going to unsheathe it anyways. if anything, this was more of a buff; now with the worry of ever having to use it out the window, you’re free to hack your weapon around without trouble.

“are you kiddin—you get three whole slashes?! i can’t properly get even one out!”

“pfft. T.L.C.B.”

…it’s not too surprising that you’re quick to comprehend the deeper, more shameful relationship between shedletsky and that killer, who you “lovingly” call G.F. (green fucker). you drag him out to the dock, flimsy cigarette replacement in hand (a lollipop).

“now; start talking, C.B.; no one will listen in.”

:: noob.

“so wimpy, J.L. champagne hair. but i see potential.”

out of the rest, you consider them to be your hypothetical favorite. would you ever admit that? no, never. over your dead, cold, ash-like body. at best, you let off the person who asked such a question with a glare and a “N.Y.B.” (none your bizz). at worst, you take out your ōdachi and whack the asker’s head on the back. but, none of them need to question you—your gaze and gestures alone speak volumes. you’re visibly more tender with them, in your own little way. tossing over a medkit to them when able to, intentionally leaving another survivor in order to help them; the little things.

they’re also capable of understanding and decoding your abbreviations; it’s amusing to see them effortlessly comprehend everything you’ve said while the rest are left squinting their eyes and mashing their brains together in order to translate the absolute nonsense coming out of your mouth.

“G.T.P.B., marigold. the oven's on fire.”

“g…get th–the pizza b–wha–huh?! e…elliot, elliot—!!”

sometimes, you find your gaze lingering a bit too long on them. when that happens, you begin to see someone else, in their place; that timid and nervous blonde sinner who slowly learned to grow out of his egg, and become a better version of himself. it doesn’t help that they also have a knack for easily decrypting your figures of speech, too—just like him. when noob does question you, all they get in return is an answer that explains nothing. but they can tell that something is up.

“…D.W.A.I, kiddo. trust me.”

:: 007n7.

“hooh...an outcast. just like B.G.”

you’re one of the only few people (if not the only one) who willingly goes up to him on a regular basis. sometimes you go in order to toss over some food; the rest of the time, you speak to him because you want to. the city was not a pretty place—and it never would be. death and gore was a constant; agony was a friend. all of the adults there had blood on their hands—literal or not. most remember the first life they had to take. hardly any of them feel guilt over it, including you. upon being told to either “steer clear” or “be wary” of the man, all you could do was scoff. to you, he’s done nothing. his crimes are light, at best; pathetic, even. after all, you’ve done far worse.

if noob was to be called your “favorite” survivor, 07 would be considered the “runner-up”. while you’re not as tender with him as you are with them, you care for him all the same. as a bonus, you often slap a slice of pizza in his hands during rounds, even if you need it more. part of it is to provoke elliot just a bit, another part is due to the small amount of pity you have for the former hacker, and the rest is due to the fact that you want to.

“you...don't hate me? at all?”

“pfft. i'd be a hypocrite if i did, B.H.; i'm worse than a 'hacker' or 'exploiter'.”

there is a dull ache that likes to make itself known when it comes to seven and his child—the little red killer. while you have no intention on ever revealing anything of your life before being flinged into this realm aside from the bare minimum, you decide to share with him a tiny, tiny piece of the woman you were before this—before the company—before everything.

“S.D. and get comfortable. i'm no storyteller, but there are things i wish to tell you; only you.”

:: abbreviation translations!

S.Y.N.C. — Snap your neck completely T.L.C.B. — Tough luck, chicken brain C.B. — Chicken brain J.L. — Just like G.T.P.B. — Get the pizza boy D.W.A.I. — Don't worry about it B.G. — Bug guy B.H. — Burger head S.D. — Sit down

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