βHi, the name's Plucky and I go by they/them pronouns! I'm a sleepy AF self-shipper who has a lotta faves, mainly from video games (one tiny percent is from anime)!
βI like rambling about random things, mostly my faves, the Kirby series, vidja games, and stuff I'm currently doodling!
βMy current obsessions rn are J/ujutsu K/aisen and Stardew Valley!
βMy carrd is here! I would love to meet even more people!
Omggg hello again!! I have another idea that is Jojoβs and genshin related! Itβs nothing too complicated like the Rohan and Yae Miko oneshot one. Just Joefoes X Columbina!Reader , please and thank you! I've been wanting to request this one for a while but forgot and I mean like about two to three months ago but I rememberd it today!
It's always so fun to see you post and I'm glad you took the time to rest! π
Off topic but I really like those DIY things you made in older posts they're really cool. :0
hi again, omg thank you!! i've made some genshin ones of arlecchino, venti, zhongli, and raiden, i never finished my nahida one π it's just a head currently lol i think the only one i posted was the arle one but i may be wrong- also SO excited for nod krai omg lol anyway thank you for requesting and i hope u enjoy <333
Dio
At first, heβs like β???β because youβre so quiet and ethereal- itβs the opposite of his loud, domineering nature.
But then he gets obsessed with the way youβll sit by him, humming softly, hands folded neatly, smiling like you know something he doesnβt.
When you speak, everyone else has to shut up- Dio listens so carefully, even if itβs something mundane.
He loves how your calmness balances his fire. Like when heβs angry, you just tilt your head and teasingly murmur, βYouβre so frightening, Dio.β And he actually chills out despite knowing youβre nowhere near intimidated by him.
He calls you his βsongbird.β Sometimes even lets you sit on his lap during his dramatic speeches just because it unnerves his minions.
Kars
He sees you as this fragile, beautiful creature- like an odd little flower he wants to study.
Your dreamy tone fascinates him. Heβll ask questions just to hear your slow, melodic answers.
Sometimes youβll say cryptic stuff like, βEven gods can be lonely,β and heβll spend days obsessing over what you meant.
He indulges your spacey, floaty vibes because itβs like watching a painting come to life.
Secretly, though, he thinks youβre dangerous. That softness? That calmness? It makes him feel like youβre hiding more power than you show.
Yoshikage Kira
He appreciates your quiet, peaceful mannerisms more than anyone.
You never raise your voice, never disturb the peace- he thinks youβre the perfect partner.
The way you smile and calmly say unnerving things makes his heart skip.Β
Youβll be calmly arranging flowers and casually murmur something like, βDeath is such a gentle thing, donβt you think?β and heβs instantly blushing.
He absolutely melts when you touch his hand lightly while whispering something soft. Itβs too much for him.
Diavolo
Your detached, serene personality lowkey terrifies him.
Heβs used to chaos, to drama- so when you justβ¦ stare through him with that dreamy smile, he gets chills.
Heβll try to assert dominance, but your calm βYes, I understand,β throws him off completely.
You almost feel like fate personified to him. Like you know things he doesnβt.
Deep down, he becomes obsessed with keeping you close, because your calm presence grounds his paranoia- even if it unnerves him.
Doppio
He doesnβt find you scary- he just thinks youβre sweet.
Loves your soft voice- it makes him feel safe. Heβll cling to your sleeve while you hum to yourself.
Sometimes he doesnβt understand your cryptic, dreamy comments, but he just nods along because he likes the way you sound.
If you kiss his cheek in that gentle Columbina way, heβll go bright red and stammer for ten minutes.
He tells Diavolo about you all the time, like βBoss, you wonβt believe what she said today, it was so beautiful!β
Enrico Pucci
Immediately draws parallels between you and divine figures- your calm voice, your soft demeanor, your eerie wisdom.
He finds himself entranced when you speak, like itβs scripture.
When you say cryptic things about fate, life, or death, he takes them very seriously, like omens.
Sometimes he watches you in silence, convinced God has placed you beside him as a test or a guide.
Your affection (gentle touches, light smiles) feels like blessings to him. He cherishes every moment.
Funny Valentine
Your eerie calmness makes him cautious at first- he canβt read you.
But then he sees the usefulness: you never panic, never break under pressure. Youβre the perfect support.
Heβs unnerved by how casually youβll discuss violence, like, βThat manβs screams were almost like a song.β But he secretly admires it.
You become like a quiet angel at his side during negotiations, your presence alone making people uneasy.
He starts to view you as a symbol- his βquiet starβ- something divine and poetic to justify his actions.
Diego Brando
At first, he finds you irritatingly passive. He wants fire, energy.
But then he realizes your dreamy calmness is intimidating.
When reporters yell at him and you just stand there, smiling serenely, Diego gets a rush. People fear you more than him sometimes.
He grows addicted to your softness- it feels like a contrast to his venomous nature.
Heβll tease you, but when you softly giggle and look at him like you know heβs bluffing, he gets flustered.
Tooru
Heβs obsessed. Like completely gone.
Your eerie sweetness? The way you hum softly, your voice like honey even when saying unsettling things? He eats it up.
Heβll lean close just to hear you whisper nonsense in that calm, dreamy tone.
Loves how unpredictable you are- sometimes affectionate, sometimes cryptic. It keeps him hooked.
He fully romanticizes you as some mystical being.
The creepier you are in your soft way, the more heβs infatuated.
Kars x reader who somehow (maybe due to a stand that lets them explore space) comes across him floating in space and decides to bring him home?
What would he be like? How long would he need to acclimate? (Let's say reader lives in some kind of forest cottage and Kars doesn't immediately try to destroy humanity) How would he show gratitude?
I love Kars soooo muchπ«¦I hope you enjoy!!!
You didnβt exactly plan on rescuing a god.
Your Stand let you drift beyond Earthβs atmosphere, just enough to explore the stars. Thatβs when you saw him, suspended in silence, drifting like a forgotten jewel. At first you thought he was a statue, until his fingers twitched. Against all reason, you pulled him back to Earth.
When he awoke on the floor of your cottage, the air thick with pine smoke and herbs, his violet eyes burned into you with an intensity that made your chest tighten. ββ¦You brought me down,β he said hoarsely. The words were strange, rusty, like he hadnβt spoken in centuries.
You nodded, awkwardly brushing dirt off your apron. βWellβ¦ you looked like you could use help.β
His adjustment was both physical and mental acclimation. His body is perfect, he doesnβt need to recover, but heβs sluggish at first. Too used to endless, airless stillness. He spends days just breathing, walking barefoot on soil, staring at the stars through your cottage window like he canβt believe heβs really here.
Centuries of cosmic exile weigh heavy. Heβs quiet, detached, almost feral at first. But your quiet life, tea brewing, wood chopping, tending to plants, grounds him. He learns the rhythms of human living again by observing you.
He shows gratitude with protectiveness. He doesnβt say βthank youβ out loud, but he makes it clear, your safety is sacred. Even the smallest threat, a wild animal near the cottage, a villager giving you attitude, gets met with that sharp, predatory gaze.
Kars is clever, restless, and proud. He teaches himself to help with your daily chores, though his methods areβ¦extreme. Need firewood? He slices a tree down with inhuman precision. Need pests cleared from the garden? He hunts them with deadly efficiency. Itβs almost comical how overqualified he is.
At night, while you sleep, he studies your face as if trying to memorize the softness of your expression, something so opposite to the cold void he endured. One evening, you set dinner down and he blurts, βYou saved me. That isβ¦ unacceptable.β You frown, but then he adds, softly ββ¦Because I cannot repay you enough.β
Weeks in heβs calmer, more curious. He touches flowers, examines bugs, asks you about your books. His arrogance is still there, heβs Kars, after all but softened, tempered by fascination with the small things of Earth.
Months in he begins to mirror your habits, sipping tea, humming along when you cook, even fixing his long hair with your comb. You find him less like an untouchable god and more like a man who finally has a place to belong.
And when he finally thanks you? Itβs not with words, but by resting his forehead gently against yours one twilight, murmuring in a voice low and reverent βYou returned me to the Earth. To life. To you. For thatβ¦ I am yours.β
Helloo. This gonna be my first time requesting, kinda nervous π. Can i request a headcannon for Kars x pillarwoman reader. Where they've been married to each other for as long as they can remember, and hes just whipped for her.
Yes of course!!! I hope enjoy :3
Your marriage has lasted longer than entire species. Literal millennia. The dinosaurs died and your love did not. Period.
Kars acts all almighty and superior in front of othersβ¦but when itβs just you two?
Heβs touching your face gently like βI could destroy the sun itself, but your beauty outshines it.β
If any other being even looks at you wrong? Kars turns his head with that murderous slow stare βDo you value your existence?β
He ALWAYS stands slightly behind you in meetings or battles. Not because youβre lesser but because you are the one thing he protects above all.
Wamu and Esidisi have SEEN him softenβ¦They pretend they havenβt for their own survival.
Youβre the only person allowed to tease him. You brush a strand of his hair and he ACTUALLY smiles. βDo it againβ¦β he quietly requests.
When you sleep (or stasis, or whatever Pillarpeople do), he watches over you like an ancient dragon guarding treasure.
You tell him to rest too and he scoffs but if you lay down? Heβs immediately at your side.
Wrapped around you like a snake, protective tail and all. You could say anything and he believes you.
βKars, I think the moon is flirting with me.β
βI shall destroy it.β
You calm the raging god inside him. One hand on his chest and he stops, breath slowing, eyes full of you.
When you fight alongside him? He is distracted, admiring your strength, your grace. βBeautiful. Elegant. Deadly.β
Heβs whispering poetry while someoneβs trying to kill him
He doesnβt say βI love youβ often but he brings you gifts. A rare gemstoneβ¦ a flower extinct for 20,000 yearsβ¦trophies from empires that no longer exist.
To him, you are perfection, the only being worthy to rule eternity with him.
When he imagines the future:
Not ruling humans.
Not conquering the sun.
Just you and him, side by side, forever.
βLet the universe fear me. I only live for you.β
Haii how are you? I hope youre doing good! I have a request >.<
Could you write Kars x a reader who collects alot of plushies and anime figures? Thank you!
This is literally me, You asked the right person!! I hope you enjoy :3
When Kars first steps into your space, he goes still. Not out of caution, out of confusion. His eyes sweep across your room, taking in everything with sharp precision⦠and then narrowing. Small figures line your shelves. Brightly colored, exaggerated forms frozen mid-pose. Plush creatures piled on your bed, soft, oddly shaped, some with oversized eyes.
ββ¦What is all of this.β Thereβs no immediate disgust, just genuine bewilderment, like heβs encountered a new species. You brighten instantly. βOh! My collection!β You start pointing things out, completely missing the way heβs still trying to process. βThese are figures, like, from shows I like. And those are plushies!β
ββ¦You keep artificial replicas of fictional beings,β he says slowly. ββ¦Yeah!β He walks closer, picking up a figure between two fingers, holding it like something delicate but unimportant. He turns it slightly, examining the details. ββ¦Humans dedicate time to crafting these?β
βUh-huh.β you replied, your smile only brightening as he glanced towards the others ββ¦For emotional satisfaction.β You grin. βExactly!β
He sets it down with precision, gaze flicking to the pile of plushies. ββ¦And those?β You hesitate, suddenly a little embarrassed. ββ¦Comfort.β That makes him pause. Not mockery. Not dismissal. Justβ¦ a longer look. At first, he doesnβt understand it. Kars is a being of perfection, evolution, purpose, he doesnβt need comfort. Doesnβt need softness, or sentimentality.
But he notices.
He notices how you instinctively grab one of the plushies when youβre tired. How you absentmindedly adjust your figures, making sure theyβre straight. How your entire demeanor softens in this space. ββ¦You relax here.β You glance at him. ββ¦Yeah. Itβs mine.β That answer lingers with him longer than he expects. The first time he touches a plushie properly, itβs purely out of curiosity.
Youβve left the room, and heβs alone. His gaze drifts to the bed. To the pile. He walks over, slowly, like approaching something unfamiliar but not threatening. He picks one up, something soft, round, maybe a little worn from how often you hold it. His fingers press into it slightlyβ¦ Soft.
Thereβs a subtle shift in his expression, not quite surprise, butβ¦ intrigue. ββ¦Strange.β He comments before he sets it down. Then, after a moment, adjusts it so itβs sitting upright. You catch him once. Heβs standing by your shelf, holding one of your figures, studying it more closely than before. βYou like that one?β you ask, teasing.
βI did not say that.β he replied, his voice monotone βYouβre holding it.β you countered. Silence filled the air ββ¦The craftsmanship isβ¦ precise,β he admits, almost begrudgingly. βFor something so small.β You beam, immediately launching into details about it, where you got it, what character it is, why you love it.
He listens.
He doesnβt interrupt.
And when youβre done, he glances back at the figure, then sets it down more carefully than before. He never outright says he likes your collection. But his actions change. If something is out of place, he fixes it. Subtly. Quietly. If one of your plushies falls to the floor, youβll find it back on your bed later, positioned neatly, almost deliberately and once, just once, you see him sitting beside you while youβre resting, your arm loosely wrapped around a plushie.
Thereβs a second one beside him. He doesnβt touch it while youβre looking. But he doesnβt move it away, either. The real shift happens when youβre upset. Youβre quieter than usual, movements slower, energy low. You donβt even notice how youβve curled in on yourself, clutching one of your plushies tighter than normal.
Kars notices immediately. ββ¦You are distressed.β You shake your head. βIβm fine.β He doesnβt believe you. His gaze drops to the plushie in your arms. ββ¦This brings you comfort.β he asks, ββ¦Yeah.β A pause. Then, unexpectedly, he sits beside you.
Not touching, not intrusive, but close enough to be there. ββ¦Then continue.β Itβs awkward. Blunt. But sincere in his own way. After a moment, you lean slightly closer without thinking. He doesnβt move away. Over time, your collection becomesβ¦ familiar to him.
Not something he values the same way you do, but something he associates with you. With your space. Your emotions. Your softness. Once, you jokingly hold up a plushie next to him. βThis one kinda looks like you.β He gives you a look. ββ¦It does not.β You laugh. βItβs the hair!β
ββ¦My form is the pinnacle of evolution.β
βSure, sure. Plushie version of perfection.β He exhales quietly, clearly unimpressed but he doesnβt take it from you. And laterβ¦ much laterβ¦ You notice that same plushie sitting slightly closer to where he usually stands.
Once you stop worrying about all the things holding you down and start living for the things that lift you up, you realize some things were meant to stay beneath you.
Thank you for supporting FLY, from the bottom of my heart.
I canβt wait to spread my wings with you β€οΈ
A coming of age story about Black kids who finally have power to fight back against systems designed against them.
FRIENDLY REMINDER THAT you are allowed to feel proud of yourself for things that might seem silly to other people, like getting better at a video game or putting together a nice outfit for the next morning or finishing a book. You deserve to feel proud for your accomplishment.
F/os who might not often say βI love youβ but show it in other little ways. Gifting you things you mentioned you wanted in passing, cooking you something after youβve had a long day, surprising you with flowers or a treat just because itβll brighten your day. Even just acting the slightest bit softer with you... consider the little ways they might show their care for you .
