#exorphilia

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Dr. Rhapsody (Dream Entity) x Anonymous Reader (Sfw)

[ An odd duck. A late night Whimsy Writes! Running off into the land of phantasmagoria, strange dreams and the beings who live there]

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A clock keeps ticking… from somewhere. Somewhere being relative as the clock tends to move. Not only does it move, it likes to add numbers and move them around. The last time N looked at the clock, it had read 111111111111111111 the ones trailing up and off of the clock face to float distortedly in the air.

”N? Are you paying attention to me N?”

“That isn’t my name.” N looks to the chair on the other side of the room. The being sitting there, doesn’t seem like it can decide on what it wants to look like. It keeps shifting around. Right now, a bunch of mouths float around a melting face. The room begins to mimic the strange creature. N pulls their leg’s up onto the chair as the rug underneath their seat smears and ripples.

”Really?” The entity speaks gently, in affable tones, all mouths moving in unison. “It isn’t Nobody, No How, No Where or Null and Void?”

”No.”

“Are you sure it isn’t ‘No’?”

“What?”

They lean back, fingers steepling with an indulgent chuckle, “Well, so far you’ve mostly answered ‘No’ to my questions. Are you sure that isn’t going to stick?”

”I have a name.” N says, irritated. “It’s,” then grows silent. “It’s something else, no one can be named just No.”

”Why not?” The innocent curiosity in the beings voice makes N itch.

”It’s just not okay?”

The mouths split open and fold back to become peering eyes.

“Okay N,”

N groans and the entity splays their fingers appealingly, each tip now tipped with a round shiny eye. That uncomfortably, are all peering in N’s direction.

”I do not have any other name to call you. You cannot remember your name. I cannot just call you something like ___” Static ringing fills the air, causing N to shake their head and scruntch their nose.

”Look. Okay, just look. I know you think these sessions will help or something, but I’m sick of it! I just. Want. To. Go. Home.”

The entity becomes silent, N stares up at the ceiling, watching it move like waves in a choppy sea. Wishing they could take back the outburst.

“Do you know where you are N?”

”The Here.”

”Do you know who I am?”

”Dr. Rhapsody.”

“Do you know how you got here?”

N sighs, their chest and back rising up and falling with the action. “No. I can’t remember.”

N already can guess the Dr. isn’t going to reach for a pen. They keep staring at the ceiling.

“Still no memory of it?”

N closes their eyes and shakes their head slowly, side to side, the motion strangely soothing.

”I can’t remember anything, no.”

”Do you remember falling up or down?”

”No.”

”Do you remember anyone calling your name?”

”No.”

”Have you seen any doors manifest around you?”

N sighs again. “No… I can’t remember anything, like I said.” N perks up as the sound of a pencil begins scratching on paper.

”I think that will be all for today N. No progress with your memories, but I am sure you already know that.”

”Do we have to keep doing this?” N shifts in their seat, “It feels like beating our heads in against the wall.

Dr. Rhapsody stands, and begins to peel off their suit. Not only their suit, but their skin as well. It slithers onto the floor revealing a different shape underneath. Like cracking open a jawbreaker, a layered rainbow of colors.

“Dr?”

”Rhapsody. Please.” The entity says. “Dr is for when I am at work, I would very much like to relax now.”

”Right.” N says, staring at the shed skin on the floor. The Dr. part of Rhapsody’s personality lifeless and unmoving until they pull it on again. “It’s still weird you don’t take that with you.”

Rhapsody looks down toeing at the Dr. “Is it? Do humans bring their burdens home with them? It sounds so uncomfortable.“

N barks a laugh at that. “You have… no idea.” Rhapsody warms, the blues and greens of their skin dissolving just a little, peeling back more to reveal yellows and reds.

“You may tell me all about it at dinner.”

”May I?” N raises an eyebrow before their feet land on the floor. The rug kicks up dust as the particles revert back to inertness. “I thought you said you don’t like to work on your off hours.”

”Oh it’s certainly not work, curiosity drives me to the brink of sanity N. It shall do so, until I become quite sane indeed.

”We’re all Mad Here,” N quotes softly. Utterly and truly I am feeling quite mad.

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Starship AI (Castor 5) x Anonymous Reader

Part I ♡ Part II

(An AI idea that I joted down here previously that I decided to make a short of. Castor 5 is a sassy troublemaker who is perpetually bored, ='3c they sure liven up the lives of the people around them. )

"You and I are going to have a chat-" You started in, as the cold metal doors whooshed open to reveal a large circular chamber. A striking humanoid figure in an emblazoned jacket and dark slacks stood staring out the starship window. Their plated robotic form tethered to long thick cords and wires that were connected to their back and the back and head.

"Back already?" Their soft smooth voice droned. Your eyebrows raise as they do not turn around to greet you. They keep their back towards you and facing the large starry window. From where you stood the image before you looked almost picturesque. The look of the jacket that rested over Castor 5’s frame, made them resemble the image of a captain themselves, staring pensively outside and pondering greater meaning.

"Feigning innocence huh? Well I just had to break up another fight between two workers because their communicators mysteriously started mistranslating what they were saying, and turning them into insults."

"I thought it was rather funny. The look on Vlis'ner's face when they were told 'Your mother was a hamster,' they have no idea what a hamster is, mind you, but it still came across well, I think."

You sigh and rub your temples. "So you've gotten into the old Earth Archives again. Lovely. You do know this is one of the reasons you got wired into a starship in the first place. . . right?

Castor pauses, their hands laced behind their back before they pivot on their heel to face you. Their face a blank screen except the multiple dotted cameras that were attached to the face plate. "Don't remind me. Anyway, this is a lot more fun than reading those filthy short stories you like to read on your holo-book in your spare time."

Your eye's widen and your mouth drops open, once again in shock of the sheer audacity of this AI. Castor was one of a kind, extremely sharp, and they took as many liberties as they could to abuse their intelligence and capabilities, like right now, in this very moment.

They swoon dramatically, a hand over their chrome temple.

"Oh Fernal! My love! Even though we will be stars apart and our homeworlds are at war, we can at least make love one last time! Muwah-Muwah!"

"You've read my data history?!" You hissed as your body tingled with embarrassment all over. "You assh--"

"Ah, ah," They wagged a finger at you, "You can't call me that, I don't even have one. And besides, if you didn't want anyone perusing your personal browsing history, you should make it private."

You screw up your eyes, squinting daggers at them. "Yeah right. You probably would still be able to snoop around in my data, even if I crypted it three times over. . . What the heck were you even doing anyway? I can't imagine you like romance."

"I was, truth be told, gathering intel."

You make a face, ". . . Oh no."

"I was curious--"

"Abso-lutely not!" You huffed, crossing your arms, feeling another surge of hot embarrassment. "I am not answering any questions! I have no 'personal experiences' or "input' I would like to express! You keep your weird, organic-being studies to yourself!"

“I have to find something to do with myself,” They complain in that soft spoken eloquent voice. The contrast between their personality and their voice makes your brain itch. “Piloting a ship is one thing, but it’s all background noise. Coordinates here, variables there. Adjust, adjust, adjust. It’s so dreadfully dull I could do it powered down and sleeping.”

“Lucky you. . .” You grumble, “Maybe if you stopped causing trouble the rest of us could have an easier time too.”

Castor reachest a hand to hold the railing behind them, tilting their head. “It would be helpful if I had. . . a little incentive. Then I would be less likely to, how you phrased it, ‘cause trouble’. “

You cross your arms, bouncing your shoulders slightly before pulling them backwards. Castor 5 mimics you, though does so in a more fluid manner.

“. . .What do you want? I can’t put in an appeal to give you more data rights or anything like that, you abuse what you have too much as it is.”

“No, no. Nothing like that. I want a companion.”

“That’s all?”

Castor 5 shrugs their shoulders, “That is what all artificial intelligence was made for. Companionship. It may have taken different forms or is used in different environments, but it’s a form of companionship.”

“And who. . .”

“I thought you would have figured it out by now.”

You turn your head suspiciously.

“No? Not as clever as I thought you were then, my, my.”

You rock on your heels looking annoyed, “Maybe ‘I’ would have more ‘incentive’ to come keep you company, if you didn’t pick on me all the time. Ever thought of that?”

“What can I say, you’re cute when you’re mad.”

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I’m not sure if you’ve written for trolls before

Wdyt about a troll courting a bookish girl in town?

Female Troll ( Agatha ) x Female Reader

(Whew! This story had eluded me for quite a spell, I had a hard time starting this, and I hope it’s not too corny XD I hope you love this badass gal hehe! )

You remember when you were younger, when you and your friends used to find music and tell each other songs that reminded you of each other. Or finding music you felt that best resonated with your soul at a particular time in your life. You would listen to it on repeat for days, putting your heart into your voice when you would sing them alone.

As you got older, the idea of thinking of quirky theme songs for others, was more of an occasional thought. But there was a figure that entered your life, that gave you such a strong impression you couldn’t help yourself. From the way they walked, from the way they talked. There was a song that dropped into your head instantaneously.

Bad to the Bone.

B-b-b-b-bad

B-b-b-b-b-bad

The swagger in her step, pointed ears with enough piercings to set off the metal detector in the modest local library. She was taller than an average human, a troll with wild raging hair that was messily pulled back into a ponytail. A sharp angular face, with a hooded brow that gave her a permanent glare. With a dark and well worn leather jacket covered in patches. One stood out the most, a large patch across the back with the head of a troll with x’s for eyes. Troll Hell, it read, emblazoned in large flaming letters.

You peek around the shelves almost dropping your books, and many of the normal library patrons seemed to share a similar gawking expression. Though, the face you made was more in awe than the more disapproving faces.

Bad to the Bone.

The strong lady with the lovely mint skin, suddenly became a library regular. And you could hear that motorcycle coming from a mile away. Sounding more like it was charging into battle than coming to quietly read in peace and quiet.

You passed her out the door one day and made the mistake of watching her for a moment too long. Piercing eyes glance in your direction and she cracks a cheeky smile. You jerk your head, burying your face in your newly borrowed books and hurry a little faster out the door. As you walk around your car to hop inside, you notice the beast of a motorcycle parked beside your parking space. Cherry red and black, polished and glittering.

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That was then, you thought, your hands wrapped her waist as you close your eyes tightly. You could barely hear anything over the roar of the motorcycle and the wind rushing in your ears. Pressed against the warm leather jacket and letting yourself being carried along to work.

You knew the folks at the library were going to stare.

Good for them, you thought.

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Request :)

A police centaur x female reader where she always brings him coffee and cake since she met him

Oh my gosh so okay! We have a cervitaur who owns a flower shop, a manticore who owns a tea shop and now a centaur policeman?! Some of these requests have been slowly building up a cute little town, and I didn’t even notice until now. But oh my gosh I couldn’t be more excited for that?! I love that there are a lot of the four legged folks here, that is so cool!

Okay-- enough of my rambling! Let’s go >:D

Male Centaur (McNair) x Female Reader (Sfw)

Your hip juts out, pushing the door to the pastry shop open while you balance two coffees, and a bag in your arms. “Need help with that?” You cast a grin over your shoulder at the owner's voice. “Course not! I do this all the time!” The door swings closed with warm laughter echoing behind you. You step out onto the sidewalk, carefully rearranging the things in your arms to get a better grip.

You turn your face to the sky and take a deep breath. Fall was coming, you could smell the changes in the air. You couldn’t have been more welcome to the thought of the cooler weather blowing into town. It had been an especially hot summer. You walk down the street, stopping to bump the crosswalk with your elbow. Waiting patiently for the sign across the street to signal you.

You get to the station and set the coffee and large paper bag down on the tall countertop. “Hey! Good morning! I brought you your coffee! You lean over the counter to see if you were able to get McNair’s attention before he had gotten himself too swamped with paperwork. You hear the all too familiar sounds of his hooves as he rounded the corner. His long auburn hair pulled into a messy ponytail today. “You look exhausted,” You comment as he rests an elbow on the table. “You’re an angel,” he breathes, picking up one of the cups and taking a hearty swig. He sighs heavily, “Thank the gods for coffee,” the slight cadence in his voice causes you to giggle. Even though he had been living in the sleepy little town for a number of years, he has firmly held onto his Irish accent.

“They left you with a lot of work again today huh?” You cross your arms on the counter, restings your chin against them. McNair rolls his eyes, “When don’t they?” He grumbles, “You’d think livin’ in a little town would mean things wouldn’t be so. . .” He trails off trying to find the right word. “Hectic?” You inquire, he wrinkles his sharp nose and shakes his head, “Something like that, instead I get to do the job of two people.” He scoffs before he looks at you with a smile, “But you’ve already heard me moan about my aches and pains too much already.” He leans over, giving your forehead a whiskery kiss. “Thank you again for the coffee, your visits are the best part of my morning. I always look forward to them.”

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Hope request are open because i just had this cute idea and i needed to put it somewhere

Flirty mershark that allways brings little or shiny objects from the sea to chubby!reader that makes little accessories for a living (rings, necklaces, earrings, etc), and the mershark even comforts reader when they feel insecure or self-consious abaut their body and reader in return allways makes custon jewelry made just for the mershark.

Yup, yup! I am still doing requests! Since I have been getting about one ask every couple of days, I have just been keeping them open! :>c I hope you don’t mind if I roll with both of their genders being undetermined and neutral! I didn’t see you mentioning any preferences anywhere!

Gender Neutral Mershark (Rowan) x Anonymous Chubby Reader

You smooth down your top, nervous, self conscious. With how hot it had been this summer you had been hard pressed to ditch the long sleeved shirts and wear something more weather appropriate. Only your crumbling self esteem held you back from the idea, that is, until today. It was scorching, and you were too hot and sweaty to care at first. Ditching your go to clothing of choice to wear a tank top. Outside however you felt so exposed you felt ridiculous, but you decided against running back home to change. You were already almost there.

You look at the sandy coast and open your rainbow beach umbrella. Letting the pole lean against your shoulder and shade you from the sun as you walk along the sand.

You find Rowan sunbathing lazily in the shallows, a pair of sunglasses perched on their nose. “Hey there,” They grin widely at you, pushing their sunglasses up onto their forehead, “Don’t you look nice today!”

Your shoulders raise and you give a weak smile, “O-oh. . . thanks.” Rowan nods, turning to dig through the satchel on their hip, “Of course! It’s nice to see you wear something that isn’t baggy, that hugs your shape really nice,” They ramble, “You have a nice shape to you! You know?” You rub the back of your neck, before crouching to see what they are looking for. They pull out a handful of pearlescent shells. “Here we are! For your collection, I thought you could make something nice with these.” They dump the small trove of shells into your hands, grinning. “Promise me you’ll show me what you make though okay?”

You nod, pocketing the shells before you take something out from your pocket. “Actually, I um, I have something for you too. . .” You hand them the wire wrapped necklace you made, you had used a pearl that they gave you last time as the centerpiece. Rowan’s eyes go wide, they slowly and embarrassedly sink back into the shallows, small bubbles rumble to the surface from their mouth and you laugh. “I take it you like it then?” They lift their head back up and swallow hard, “Th-this is gorgeous. Are you sure you want me to have it?” You smile and nod, “I used a stainless steel wire and chain, so hopefully this won’t rust out in the water.” Rowan goes silent, turning the pearl over in their fingers. “You really are so talented with these kinds of things.” They murmur softly, “You should really open up a shop or something.”

You beam and shrug, “As long as you like it, that’s the important thing.” Rowan’s clawed fingers fumble with the latch until you help them clasp the necklace around their neck. Their fingers fidgeting with the pearl as a smile threatens to break their face in two. “I love it. . . I’m never taking this off.”

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Hihi!

I was wondering if you can write for Barbeus again? Even if it’s a short please 👉🏻👈🏻

Hello there! I am sorry it’s been a minute, but I haven’t forgotten you or your request! I do plan on writing more for Barbie in the future (in fact there is ahhhhhhh quite a few things I have written for him that are unfinished ////u/// ) but I would be more than happy to give you a short response in the meantime! A little add-on to his original story!

Demon (Barbeus) x Reader

Barbeus massages his temples with his clawed fingers. What to do, what to do. . . “So,” his voice rumbles, “Here we are again,” Your shoulders pop up as you grin sheepishly, “Ah. . . ahah. . . y-yep.”

There is a deathly silence that permeates the room for a moment, then he slams a fist on the table causing you to jump. You watch him get up from his chair angrily and cause you to shrink back. “That does it--” He growls, jerking a thumb towards his chest. “From now on. You’re gonna be workin’ with me.”

“Wh-wha?” Your voice a small croak as your mouth goes dry.

“I’m not blaming you,” he chuffs, “But I shoulda known sooner this wouldn’t work with you with the rest of them idiots. It’s too dangerous for you to be workin’ on them lower levels.” He waves his hand, shakes his head with disgust. He snaps his fingers to make a green flame appear on the tip of his clawed thumb. His other hand pulled out a cigar from a box on his desk side.

“What exactly d-does that entail. . . ?” You whisper.

He was just about to light his cigar when he heard your comment. His eyes go wide, his face brightening and almost glowing as brightly as the greenish yellow flame. Thinking you had meant something suggestive by your comment.

“That’s not what I--!” He yelps at you in horror, fumbling with his cigar and droppin in on the table. “I would never!” He blusters as he quick to pick it up, “It would be an assistant job-- wh-what kinda man do ya take me for?!”

You blink in confusion before you also realize the misconception. Giving a gasp of horror and beginning to talk at high speed yourself. You can feel your entire soul screaming from your accidental innuendo.

And this is how you began your promotion and new job. <3

Part 1