Hi :)👋 I want to thank you for fulfilling my request. Can I request another Yandere! Darkheart x Reader x Yandere!Zuka? (Zuka when he was younger). Romance with a temporary sharing.
Omg I LOVE the art Soda did of Young! Zuka... so I am very happy to to write him. Sorry if I seemed unsure for a lot of this... I struggled.
Original draft didn't save on Tumblr... ALSO! THE ART HERE WAS DRAWN BY SODA AND CAN BE FOUND ON THE WIKI, IT IS NOT MINE, I JUST WANTED TO SHOW THEIR DESIGNS OFF AS I THINK THEY'RE COOL.
Yandere! Darkheart + Zuka 'sharing' you HCs
Pairing: Romantic - Sharing -> Rivalry
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Thoughts of sabotage, Toxic companionship (Darkheart), Dubious relationship(s).
My original draft was never saved for this so this is my attempt at writing it again.
Let's first talk about Zuka… or B.Zuka as he was called in the past.
When it comes to the wiki… we do not have a canon personality for young Zuka… but we DO have a canon design.
Using the canon design that young Zuka has… I feel like I can determine a personality for him.
Zuka looks a lot like Rocket when he was younger, like father like son.
They have the same/similar horn shapes and share the same/similar color.
Y'know… before Zuka became gray.
His outfit and reputation also tells me that Zuka used to be cocky and confident… Yet he probably can also be stoic and more blunt when he needs to do his duties.
You see… Zuka used to be a part of the Blackrock faction.
As a result he's meant to be a soldier and has to act the part at times.
Yet based on the glasses and bandana he wears in his canon design (you can view it on the official wiki)... I'd say he knows when to kick back and relax.
It's also implied he is reckless and tends to cause property damage at times for Korblox.
Zuka was apparently known by ALL of Blackrock back when he was active.
He was treated like a legend and was the ambassador for Blackrock.
This title, reputation, and attire really does make me think Zuka was probably at least a little full of himself and cocky.
Zuka may also lean more towards possessive behavior than protective behavior at times
Modern Zuka is more protective due to his age and the fact his confidence was probably shattered after a confrontation with one of The Swords.
My personal HC is that this encounter that made him lose his arm was probably with Illumina or Darkheart… although nothing is canon. (Maybe even Firebrand... but who knows?)
Younger Zuka is more possessive as he feels confident he could win over any inphernal he wanted with his reputation.
After all, if he ever asked anyone out… Who would turn down Blackrock's ambassador, right?
So based on his attire I can see Zuka as flirty too, or at least he wants to impress his obsession.
Plus… look at his Blackrock attire in the official art…
He's got style too.
So I feel like his obsession is most likely going to be another inphernal who calls Blackrock home.
Perhaps you are a scientist as Korblox loves their scientists… or maybe you're a soldier/merc.
You being someone he befriended outside of Blackrock is more rare… but he'd probably make it work.
He's loyal to the family he has at Blackrock… yet he often comes to visit you whenever he can slip away from his duties.
He'd most likely ditch the white coat if you were someone outside of Blackrock and wear his more casual attire and overalls.
Yet if you're someone FROM Blackrock?
He pretends he's on his shift… in reality the ambassador frequently visits you, leaning over your desk with a playful grin.
He loves visiting you… and fully expects attention due to his status.
Yet he can be casual too, sometimes sitting with you to see what you're working on.
He claims it's business related… but he probably just likes your presence.
That's how I view Zuka when he’s younger.
A cocky soldier… yet someone popular and respected among his faction.
In the past before being injured… He was probably proud of what he was.
He wants to impress you, to make you see how great he is for you.
After all… He's so respected The Swords enjoy his presence.
Speaking of The Swords…
Let me attempt to write Darkheart.
Darkheart is described to have worked with Zuka in the wiki… yet I can't find EXACTLY what they did.
Darkheart is a deity of chaos and enjoys causing such a thing.
Although we don't know exactly what they did together… It isn't hard to imagine why a deity of chaos is drawn to a Blackrock soldier of his reputation.
Darkheart probably enjoyed the chaos Zuka had ended up causing for Blackrock and saw that he was gaining the respect of deities like Firebrand.
So naturally I think Darkheart would want an inphernal like this as his “plaything”.
It's said in the wiki that Darkheart saw Zuka as a toy to play with… yet Zuka saw the deity as an actual friend.
You encountering the deity is a whole other story….
Darkheart refers to himself plurally for one thing.
Not only that but his appearance isn't exactly pleasant.
He views his gear as separate from himself, hence why he refers to himself plurally.
All we get from his personality is he's a mischievous person who loves to fish.
I assume he's a trickster-like character as in his game event he gives Phighters random effects.
So I imagine when he encounters you, probably through Zuka, he views you as another plaything he can amuse himself with.
Only for such an interest to develop into something… worse.
Darkheart may also know that Zuka has a thing for you… which the deity just finds amusing.
Oh… to see this infamous Blackrock legend so soft for another…
It's humorous.
Darkheart finds the whole thing entertaining.
Darkheart probably already likes to tease Zuka due to the deity's need to instigate chaos…
But teasing about you?
That's even more fun.
“We heard that you are close with someone new….”
“You… Oh, them? What about it? They're none of your business.”
“Really? We just find it… entertaining that you interact so well with them.”
“Shut up and focus on your fishing….”
“How bold… We were just thinking that they'd be fun to meet. Why don't we pay them a visit….”
Zuka doesn't really want this deity to get so chummy with you… yet he doesn't seem to have a choice in the matter.
Not when Darkheart decides to pay you a visit unannounced.
Originally he watches you with intrigued curiosity.
Then the deity decides to confront you out of the shadows, tilting his head to get a good look at you.
He wants to know how you managed to be so close to his favorite toy….
I'll be honest, encountering Darkheart in any situation is… horrifying.
He's all black with green accents, a grin on his face as though contemplating what mischief to start next.
“You look so scared… It's funny. We don't wish any harm upon you… we just wish to talk for a while. Zuka… our dear friend… is quite fond of you, isn't he~?”
When Zuka realizes Darkheart is trying to get closer to you, he instinctively gets a bit anxious.
Such a reaction is once again… funny to Darkheart.
Oh… so you really ARE a soft spot for Zuka, huh?
This will be so fun~
Darkheart would definitely exploit this.
He likes to make Zuka crack from his cocky confidence or stoic mask.
He likes to see him so concerned when a deity gets so close to the inphernal he enjoys.
Is he worried Darkheart will hurt you…
Or is it something much deeper?
I feel like ‘sharing’ is very loosely used here.
It's more Zuka tolerating Darkheart around you rather than anything actually mutually romantic... like his friend is crossing a line with you.
It's more just Darkheart finding a new way to tease and toy with Zuka…
Only for Darkheart to realize that you're also quite entertaining to play with.
‘Romance’ with Darkheart… isn't what you'd think.
While Zuka would be overprotective and jealous of others at times… He ultimately tries to put you first.
He wants to be a reliable partner, someone strong as legend should be.
Yet Zuka is still willing to be softer around you, pulling you into private in hopes of feeding off your body warmth or maybe even having a kiss.
Darkheart… Well, he's a deity, one much older than other inphernals.
He's seen other inphernals get together, he's seen them use their gear's power to spawn an inphernal to take care of…
Yet he's… never done it himself (presumably).
He doesn't really care for traditional romance, not the kind of stuff Zuka wants with you.
Darkheart is more… into the thought of owning you.
He treats you and Zuka like his toys.
He usually stays at a distance… but when Darkheart is in the mood…
He will approach you or both of you with the intention of entertainment.
Darkheart would drag you away from your duties to sit you next to him while fishing, lamenting that Zuka takes up all your time.
Sure… he's a legend… strong too…
But he can't possibly compare to a Sword right?
Don't you think your work is boring?
Wouldn't it be more fun if you stayed with Darkheart and… talked?
Oh please, entertain this old deity…
He knows so much more than his overconfident… companion.
Zuka on the other hand struggles to focus on his duties when he hears you and Darkheart are speaking more often.
Darkheart is taking more of your time originally just to see the reaction Zuka has.
He wants to see what enrages the strong soldier….
But when Darkheart starts to feel… foreign sensations about you…
Well… now it's more than some light teasing…
Now the deity wants to find a way to lock you to his side as his favorite plaything.
Zuka feels threatened by this.
Whenever he can… Zuka visits you.
He seems on edge, often asking you what Darkheart does when he isn't around.
Zuka considers the deity a friend… yet something about the cunning glint in the Sword's eyes makes Zuka… uneasy.
Usually you're fine… except for maybe when Darkheart brings up what sounds like envy about Zuka.
Or at the very least… slight irritation.
This tends to set Zuka more on edge, the soldier making an effort to stick by you more.
His friend... has changed...
Or maybe he's just showing his true colors.
That way if Darkheart really does want more of his chats… it will have to be when Zuka is present.
Honestly… while the two used to be close… Darkheart's new interest in you strains things.
Even more so if you and Zuka are an established pair.
Zuka feels the deity is overstepping… but the deity of chaos has no concept of that.
He just sees something he wants… and he plans to take it eventually.
The ‘sharing’ would occur whenever Zuka meets with Darkheart.
Zuka does jobs with/for him… and begrudgingly allows Darkheart time with you until he comes back.
It's all very strained, like it's obvious it will become a rivalry because Darkheart enjoys this game he's playing.
This is really all I have to say with these two.
Maybe originally the idea of sharing you romantically was thrown around?
Yet… once it becomes apparent that they both can't seem to share and Darkheart doesn't actually care for your well-being all the time… things shatter?
I see the whole thing as more of a truce.
You're most likely with Zuka… and Zuka allows Darkheart to befriend you just as he did with him…
Only for things to crack once Darkheart takes it too far… like maybe the deity tries to whisk you away and Zuka catches him?
In terms of how a confrontation would go… Zuka may be able to force Darkheart to back off for a little bit… but it's inevitable for the deity to return for more fun.
Darkheart loves his two toys, they're so very fun when they cling to one another…
Yet eventually this well-respected soldier will fall… the deity will make sure of it…
Then Darkheart can come collect his new toy... and leave the broken one behind.
I'm so happy!!!!. Can I request a Yandere!Medkit x GN!Reader x Yandere!Subspace before and after the accident? Of course, it'll be romantic and competitive. I'll make Reader as the healer, but their gear are quite unique. Their gear allows them to heal any external wounds as long as they are fatal or the person is in a "half-dead" state. Therefore, their gear isn't convenient for healing minor wounds because they need to inflict fatal injuries first. (Inspired by the character Akiko Yosano in Bungo Stray Dogs, I don't know if you've seen that). I apologize if this request is confusing :((( and I'll request it as headcannon. (I’m so scared to send this😢)
Okay I was originally going to do some generic rivalry HCs for this but the idea is interesting. I'll count you as a Support and how I see the ability is you being able to cast something on low health allies to allow them to take another hit if it's fatal? Kind of like a false life thing... maybe they do heal a bit or at the very least get some sort of a buff to allow them to get out of a tight spot? That's how I see it anyways. I never screenshot the other ask connected to this but you mentioned the effect looking like butterflies... so maybe affected allies get a butterfly effect to know they're under your ability. Neat idea, that's how I see it anyways. Kinda like a second wind situation with a speed boost or something... like Borderlands or Dusekkar's protection spell in Forsaken.
No I have not seen BSD yet... I need to get on that lol ^^; Thanks for requesting, I hope my interpretation was good....
I'm still new to PHIGHTING lore so... Something might be off, my bad 💀.
Anyways, really big ask, so I hope what I actually write is good. I usually do more generic stuff so... hope I delivered. These aren't very organized so I'm sorry if reading this gives you whiplash. You could easily make various one-shots with this post.
Note: Did all that explaining and I barely talked about your gear except for the end 😮💨 Ugh... sorry this post is a mess... it's overly excited word vomit I didn't want to edit yet still wanted to show you all. I could've done multiple endings but the post is a mess as is ^^;. Yet it was so much writing I don't want to waste it.
‼️I HAVE NOT READ 'DEATH IN THE FAMILY', SO THERE MIGHT BE LORE I MISSED.‼️
Yandere! Medkit vs Yandere! Subspace with Support! Darling
Alright... I read both of their wikis and we actually don't get much about them before their falling out.
All we know is they were both scientists for Blackrock's Korblox Administration.
Both were great in engineering and chemistry during their time at Blackrock together.
While Medkit focused on prosthetics... Subspace worked on robotics.
They both seemed to work on chemistry though.
So since they were both at Blackrock... let's say you worked at Blackrock too.
Perhaps you were spawned there and wanted by the Korblox Administration for a similar reason to Medkit.
Your gear is supportive, rare in the Inpherno.
Which leads to you being trained in working for Korblox.
You probably end up being co-workers with both Medkit and Subspace.
Maybe even friends.
Growing up beside them... you're probably already aware of their dislike for one another.
Just at the time... it was just because they were rivals.
They wanted to be the best in their field as they both did similar things for Korblox.
You on the other hand... probably just helped them both or did your own things, maybe involving the butterflies your gear creates.
You ended up befriending them, originally not involved in their rivalry at all.
In fact you'd most likely be playing peace keeper within the labs.
They were both so much different back then... Medkit more ambitious and Subspace... most likely the same.
Medkit wouldn't be having his nightmares either, much more well-rested than the modern day.
A rivalry with them in the past is pretty basic.
They already don't really like each other... but they seem to get along with you.
You might get along with Medkit the most... Subspace has always been a little crazy with experiments.
Not only that but you and Medkit have similar supportive gears naturally.
Other than this background... this is all I really got for past Medkit and Subspace due to the fact we don't know much.
Maybe the rivalry is subtle at first, both young and trying to impress you.
It's a basic cliché... them just trying to woo the pretty fellow co-worker they share.
Perhaps they sabotage one another too... or more likely... Subspace sabotages Medkit.
Most likely because you get along with Medkit more.
When it comes to the altercation the two have... in lore we don't seem to have a reason for it.
So maybe for these HCs... it was partially caused by you.
These two have had grievances with one another... most likely for years?
You do your best to talk things down... yet you can only do so much.
Blackrock isn't really the nicest place... so your only company was your fellow scientists.
You'd often practice robotics with them or some sort of chemistry.
You enjoy spending time with them... and you can tell they enjoy you too.
Too much apparently.
The two no doubt knew about their shared obsession with you.
Medkit suspected it with how often Subspace pulled you aside and the fact he was sabotaging Medkit often.
Medkit is the more defensive/protective yandere, even when he's younger, while Subspace is the more possessive one.
So I imagine they end up meeting with one another when you're out assigned to another task.
They confront one another in terms of work... then you come up in the discussion.
Push comes to shove... and the altercation happens.
Medkit loses an eye... Subspace is mauled and afflicted by 'The Rot'....
You end up coming back to check on them... only to be met with a sea of teal and pink blood on the walls and floor.
You don't know how it started... or that something involving you even happened... you just know how it ended...
Leading to you having to help fix it.
After this event was when you split from both of them.
Medkit fled Blackrock after that... Subspace stayed in Blackrock... as for what you do... it could go one of two ways.
Maybe you stay at Blackrock despite Medkit's warning to leave with him.
In this case you'd be tending to Subspace most of the time, making the broken scientist smug.
All that fight about what's best for you... and Medkit didn't even get you in the end, huh?
Instead you're here... researching treatments for Subspace... and helping him with his experiments.
Probably not by choice... but you're the only inphernals Subspace likes putting up with.
Especially if he views you as the only inphernal worthy of being his romantic partner.
Then there's the other option... you escape with Medkit and try to start a new life in Crossroads.
Medkit is quite protective of you... despite the fact he's in worse condition than you.
From here you can either follow him to 'TRUE EYE' leading you to trying to get used to the inphernals there...
Or maybe you just cut off both of them, wanting an entirely fresh start.
Medkit wouldn't... like this though.
Especially if he was crushing on you.
Either way, the final decision is your choice, these HCs are all meant to be hypothetical scenarios with a loose plot.
But it establishes a connection between you and your fellow scientists.
There's honestly a lot of potential with these ideas.
There's some one-off things I can think of that go along with this... like Subspace trying to convince you that he's the better partner when he finally has you in Blackrock.
That or maybe you are trying to soothe Medkit's nightmares since he struggles to sleep... no doubt due to the fight and the idea of losing you to Subspace.
Yet I also enjoy the idea of you just... not going along with the cult idea and finding your own path.
You want nothing to do with Blackrock, even if it means being a traitor like Medkit.
You don't want anything to do with 'TRUE EYE' either... you don't want to be bound to anything.
You're tired of being told what to do.
For years you do your best to find yourself.
Perhaps you learn to settle into Crossroads and become factionless?
You keep a low profile, maybe even change your appearance a bit by altering your horns or something.
You try to start a new life.
Yet the shadows of your past seem to find you.
I doubt either of your former friends ever stopped looking for you.
Subspace no doubt threw himself into creating Biografts that would let him hunt you down.
Or if you stayed with Subspace... He'd just make Biografts to keep you by him.
He suspects you don't trust him after... everything... so he refuses to loosen his hold on you.
Medkit would no doubt try to find a way to keep you in Lost Temple.
If you join him he ends up becoming overprotective, often refusing to let you out of his sight.
If you didn't join him... then Medkit may send Scythe to find you since it seems like he prefers to stay in Lost Temple.
You may find it jarring... but he promises when he finds you... he'll welcome you with open arms to the safest place he could find.
Overall a rivalry between these two is brutal.
They'd always be trying to get you away from one another... be it finding a way to help you leave Blackrock, trying to drag you back to Blackrock, or keeping you in Lost Temple.
It's a brutal game of keep away... and you don't enjoy being in the middle.
I'll be honest, I'm a little too ambitious in this request since I'm so excited, so I'm going to stick to the idea that you split from both of them.
You're constantly on the run in any situation though.
There's always the worry you'll run into one of them... and you're getting tired of it.
Medkit really is your best option for safety... but it still limits your freedom.
Subspace may experiment on you due to the unique traits of your gear... but maybe not much since he holds respect for a fellow Blackrock member.
Unless you run.
Phights would be primarily where your gear would shine, even if they aren't canon.
My apologies for barely mentioning your gear... it doesn't impact the plot much... however, if we take Phights into account...
Your gear gives you away.
Maybe you try to participate in Phights for some extra cash.
However... it doesn't matter how you change your appearance or your name...
Your gear is your core after all.
Subspace and Medkit, be them in the Phight or not, might see you use it on TV.
They know that style.
They see the butterflies... they see you guard someone against lethal damage...
They know that ability too well.
You often used it in training exercises in Blackrock probably since Korblox wanted to weaponize it.
So congrats... just wanting extra money... has made you a target.
Both of them would know you drift around Crossroads... so they'd both try their best to search for you.
Subspace is weak... but he has countless Biografts to look for you.
Hell, there's one that competes in Phights... He could sabotage you there.
Medkit is either going to send Scythe... or come with Scythe to search Crossroads for you.
He convinces her by saying you could be a useful asset to 'TRUE EYE'...
In reality he just wants you back... he hasn't been able to sleep for years without you.
From here on out the real hunt would begin if you managed to leave them both once before.
It's a race to see if you'll be dragged back to Blackrock or Lost Temple.
Neither is going to be the salvation you desire....
You either end up with Subspace and face the consequences, or Medkit keeping you in isolation.
Either option destroys the freedom you thought was yours to take.
Poor you thought you could escape the past you were spawned with...
Maybe you should've known better... you weren't ever going to escape these two once they grew attached.
Trigger warnings: Self depreciating, Sh jokes, su1cide jokes, drVg use mentions, insecurity, Toxic?
🪽 "My love, My life. I don't know what I'd do without you,"
{ Taking care of Ame after a stressful stream, ~ ♡
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~ The messy apartment you and Ame called home, was always a mess despite your attempts to clean up. Which is what you are doing now. Picking up the small things, Cleaning dishes and stuff. You heard the familiar click of the stream ending and sigh. You knew how your dear girlfriend was after streams.
"Darling!" You'd call out, Ame just blinked. "Mmh." she gave a mumbled reply, as she walked out into the living room where you were. Her dark eyes, like a dulled-down storm stared at you. "Can you stop your cleaning and help me?" She tilted her head. Getting in and out of the kAngel look was tedious, but you knew your girlfriend was afraid of people knowing who she really was.
"Of course." You gave a smile and nod, getting up from folding the laundry. Ame gave a small, Pleased smile. "Thanks, i knew you loved me." A sigh, almost of relief left her lips. "Of course i do," you assured. Ame often doubted things and felt you didn't love her, or she didn't deserve your love.. it broke your heart, and so you always made sure to assure her that you love her despite the scars and drug use.
After you helped her out of the costume, her usual black hair tied onto messy pigtails was down. You couldn't help but admire it as she sat on the couch next to you. Her head in her phone as she read comments and what her fans were saying. She gave an amused grin. "Damn, fucking Gooners." She said, showing you a message on her phone. She had this creepy fan, always asking her to show her tits, which stressed her out. You felt your heart drop.
Fuck, what a damn creep. "He makes me wanna cut myself," Ame scoffed. "Darling." Your voice got more serious. "Dont." You said. "Just ignore it." You told her, Ame gave a nod. "I know darling, don't worry!" She gave a smile. "I'd only show my tits like that to you~" She grinned suggestively. "Hey now," you raised a brow, a blush raising to your cheeks, heating them up.
Ame brought her chapped lips up to yours, giving you a kiss. "Come on.." she pouted. You know it really relaxed her, but she always got addicted quick. You were hesitant, but looking into her pretty dark eyes, and her body tense with stress you couldn't help but give in.
"Let's head to the bedroom," You grab her hand, Ame gripped it tightly as if you'd disappear.. You stroked her hair as she sat down, And before you knew.. she kissed your neck.
When Medkit first encounters you... he immediately knows that you are not an Inphernal, because you have no horns, and your body structure is far smaller. Even newly spawned Inphernals aren't very small like this.
And Inphernals cannot survive without their horns.
At first, Medkit intends to ignore you. However, his innate curiosity... carried over from his past as a scientist, ultimately leads him to decide to take you somewhere safer, a place where he can watch over you more easily.
Naturally, upon first meeting you… Medkit does not dare to bring you to his own rented room.
It might be a cheap room, relatively quiet, with no other Inphernals disturbing you. Of course, when he has some free time, Medkit will bring you food.
Humans eat three meals a day. But if Medkit is busy on that day, you must try to ration your food carefully to survive until he brings you more food or a new bag of supplies.
Some foods on the Inpherno resemble human food, while others are far too suspicious for you to dare put them in your mouth.
Naturally, this also becomes part of Medkit’s observation of your behavior. He gradually learns how you live, your intelligence and how capable you are at surviving.
Medkit records this information in his memory and in written form within a notebook he has prepared, what you will eat and what you do not, what activities you do and do not engage in.
You have no gear… This is something Medkit notices early on while observing you. It gives him a certain level of relief, knowing that you cannot possibly cause serious harm (nothing severe enough to result in serious injury or death).
Because of that… Medkit begins to trust you, at least a little.
Some parts of your daily routine resemble that of an Inphernal, while others differ. Do not be surprised if you begin to see Medkit showing up more and more often.
Medkit does not trust any Inphernal to get close to you, especially members of the Lost Temple. Needless to say, that damn Subspace, the deranged scientist devoid of any remaining ethics. Medkit is certain that you would have been utterly ruined if “he” had found you first, instead of Medkit.
The first physical sign of trust Medkit shows is allowing you to get close to him, and occasionally touch him or hold his hand.
Inphernal bodies are muscular and very hard. The Inphernals with the softest bodies tend to be weaker and more submissive. Yet when Medkit touches your arm, he discovers that your body is far softer than even the weakest Inphernals.
Medkit watches you eat. Medkit watches you sleep. Medkit watches you breathe. Medkit watches you do everything inside the cheap rented room he provides for you. This happens on days when Medkit has the entire day free... which in truth, does not happen often.
You are injured very easily. Simply bumping into furniture can leave frightening bruises the next day. Small sharp objects that cannot even damage Medkit’s skin. But it can easily tear your flesh and draw visible blood.
This is where Medkit secretly takes a sample of your blood for testing, to further examine your physical structure. He discovers that although the color is similar, your species is far more fragile and far more complex.
Medkit feels as though he has returned to being a researcher once again, like in the past when he worked for Blackrock, alongside the former colleague who became his sworn enemy, the one who took his left eye... Subspace.
Medkit’s level of trust deepens without him even realizing it.
Before he knows it, you are holding Medkit’s hand more often, touching him for longer periods without him reacting with irritation or suspicion. You can even freely explore the large teal horns on his head. If you ask for permission, Medkit does not hesitate to allow you to touch such a vital part of his body.
Your body weight is quite light compared to Medkit, or even by Inphernal standards, so light that it could be considered underweight.
How does he know? Because once, Medkit allowed you to sit on his lap while he was reading. It was the first time Medkit did not feel annoyed or perhaps felt far less annoyed than he should have.
Bright and cheerful, like the sun. Yet still a sun... “his sun” that is incredibly fragile and easily damaged.
Medkit begins to worry about your safety. The room he rents for you is not particularly secure, and he fears that one day... an unknown Inphernal might break in and harm you while he is not around.
And three days later, you move in with Medkit immediately, into his rented room.
Medkit notices that you are quite upset, likely due to the difference in quality of life. Medkit lives in a fairly decent room with proper facilities, while you had nothing but a place to sleep and stored food.
Medkit sincerely apologizes to you, but it seems you do not forgive him easily.
Medkit had assumed that when you were angry, you might unleash power or summon something to attack him. But no… Even though he knew from the beginning that you had no gear, you are unable to cast, summon weapons, or do anything at all to harm him. This only reinforces Medkit’s confidence that you can never hurt him.
Medkit calms your anger by accident. After two days of you being upset, on the third day he buys snacks from Slingshot Cafè.
Not only does this make you forgive him, but Medkit also discovers that you are a creature who really loves sweets.
Do not be surprised if Medkit scolds you like an adult scolding a child for eating too many sweets. After all, excessive sweets are bad for one’s health.
You tell Medkit that you want to go outside for a walk. However, knowing how dangerous it is out there, Medkit will not allow it... unless he goes with you, or unless you go with Sword or Rocket.
Speaking of Sword and Rocket... because Medkit is almost always busy and barely gets six hours of rest, he decides to introduce you to Inphernals he trusts, like Sword and Rocket, so he can entrust you to them when his workload becomes overwhelming.
Medkit becomes far more anxious and stressed than usual whenever you have a fever or are seriously injured by an Inphernal attack.
Because you are fragile, and your bodily structure is more complex, treatment becomes even more difficult. If treatment is delayed or goes wrong, you will die... 100%.
The first time you fall ill, Medkit “does not sleep” at all the night, staying by your side to monitor your condition and treat you constantly. Your illness resembles that of Inphernals to some extent, so Medkit does everything he can. It takes nearly two weeks before you fully recover.
Medkit’s past was not beautiful… Blackrock was filled with pressure and relentless competition to dominate other regions. Medkit never wanted to be a support, never wanted to be a doctor, never wanted to be a scientist. He wanted to be a teacher, or an engineer, and live a peaceful life.
And then there was the deeply traumatic incident involving Subspace. Made him lose all of trust in any Inphernals, and everything becomes cruel in his eye. The world is full of cruelty.
You became his only light and happiness without him knowing.
The growing urge to protect, possess, and love... this becomes the beginning of a cage slowly and silently forming around you, without you realizing it.
It twists. It begins to twist… Medkit tries to force everything back into a “normal” state, but it is impossible.
This must be an instinct driven by his brain. When he sees you through his single remaining eye, all his understanding and knowledge of your species interprets you as a fragile being, and concludes that Inphernals are stronger.
Inphernals are stronger, and he knows how cruel they can be. He's 100% sure, that all of the Inphernals (except him) are cruel more than Human like you.
Therefore, if Medkit is stronger than you in so many ways… then Medkit must protect you... right?
Rocket once warned Medkit about being overly possessive, to the point where you barely leave the room. Medkit listens... but ultimately ignores every single word.
Lately… as you begin to miss your homelands and occasionally thinking of the place you came from, Medkit’s heart aches, torn between pity for you being lost in an unfamiliar world, and the fear that one day you might find a way back to where you belong.
All this turmoil, like murky water, is hidden behind Medkit’s tired, world-weary expression. He needs time to let his thoughts settle, and decide what to do next, from this point onward.
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Just cut here... It's my rambling abt Yan!Phighting! with Human!Reader... Might be drop part 2 if I have time and motivation.
It's unknown why do you even exist. The SCP Foundation doesn't know what to do with you. You're a confusing paradox that they do not understand and most frustratingly—uncontainable in a conventional sense.
#TAGS: Nothing Time Twins related, SCP Fandom is slowly drawing me back, It includes SCP! Reader, The Herta! Reader, Honkai Star Rail x SCP Crossover, Potentially OOC, Reader x Canon, Witch Reader, Short Writing, The Herta! Reader x SCP Character, More stuff like this would be included if interested, SCP FANS ARISE. 🔥🔥🔥
— TW?: Possesive Themes, Be Warned, 035 Being 035 As Usual, Potential Yandere Themes, He Calls You His 'Wife'.
A/N: After hitting maxed pity on Herta's banner along with her LC, I decided to make an interesting crossover because I thought it would be interesting to see how this goes for The Herta! Reader Insert. (Huge bonus that I'm blessed with good stats while I'm building her. 🙏)
You’re the definition of an enigma. A literal spacefaring, unknown anomaly wrapped up in an elegantly appearance, self-aware, and untouchable persona. The Foundation doesn’t know what to do with you, and SCP-035? He’s utterly entranced.
And Who Exactly Are You in the SCP Foundation?
You are Anomaly [REDACTED], a Level 6: CTS entity classified under Euclid. They don’t fully understand what you are—just that you exist, that you have an unsettling level of influence, and that you are playing the longest of long games.
You don’t act out. You don’t cause destruction. You don’t try to escape. Instead, you watch. You let them wonder why you haven’t done anything drastic, knowing full well that the moment you choose to tip the scales, everything changes.
They don’t imprison you because they can’t. They simply keep you in containment because you allow them to.
And then there’s SCP-035.
SCP-035 has never met someone like you before.
He’s charming, cunning, and manipulative—but none of it works on you. Not because you’re immune to him, but because you let him think he’s in control before flipping the script entirely.
You’re his perfect counterpart. The ultimate tease, the unattainable yet tangible anomaly that keeps him guessing.
At first, he tries to toy with you, flirt with you, unnerve you. And then, he realizes.
Oh.
You’re not like the others.
You understand him. You see through every little act, every trick, every calculated play. But instead of rejecting him or trying to outmaneuver him, you do something infinitely worse.
You indulge him.
You let him speak his flowery words, you humor his charm—but it’s clear who the real player is in this game. He’s used to being in control, but you? You make it so easy for him to fall under your spell instead.
And it drives him insane.
The Foundation is uneasy. Not because you’re violent, but because they cannot predict what you’re doing.
Why do you allow SCP-035 to get so close?
Why does SCP-035, a master manipulator, seem to worship you?
What is your endgame?
They want to separate you two, but the problem? 035 actually behaves when you’re around.
If anything, he’s less volatile, less inclined to escape, more… cooperative. But only because he knows that if he behaves, he gets you.
035: (mocking, but with an underlying threat) “Oh? You want to take my darling away? My wife?” (chuckles darkly) “Now, now, let’s not be hasty. You wouldn’t want to see me upset, would you?”
The researchers watching? Having war flashbacks.
The Real Question is...Why You Haven’t Given Him a Permanent Host (Yet)?
Because you’re playing the long game.
You could give him a permanent body. A perfect, indestructible vessel crafted specifically for him. A host that would never rot, never decay, never fail him.
And he knows you can.
That’s why he adores you. That’s why he’s obsessed.
But you? You wait.
You let him yearn. Let him crave it. Let him wonder if today is the day you’ll finally grant him that final gift.
035: (grinning, tilting his host’s head at you) “Tell me, dearest… when will you finally stop teasing me?”
You: (smirking, brushing a hand over his mask, whispering) “Would you love me the same if I gave you everything at once?”
035: … (soft chuckle) “Ah. I see. You do know me too well, don’t you?”
And the Foundation? Losing their minds. Because whatever the hell this is? It’s not normal.
They don’t know if it’s love, obsession, or something far worse.
Could you do Heartslabyul with a reader that acts like the Caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland? They use cigarettes often, so much so that they managed to teach themselves how to make shapes out of the smoke they puff out. Even when their pack is confiscated, they have a cig in their mouth not even a minute later. No one knows where they get their supply—Sam's Shop is banned from selling any cigarettes or alcohol to the students.
Idk if you do platonic x reader posts, but if you do, can you make this platonic? Thanks either way:)
The Heartslabyul gardens were quiet after tea, only the rustle of leaves and distant chatter filling the air. You sat on the stone bench beneath the rose arch, a cigarette resting between your lips, glowing faintly. A thin line of smoke curled from your lips, twisting upward into the air like a silk ribbon. With a flick of your wrist, the haze thickened.
Ace and Deuce rounded the corner, both stopping when they saw you.
“Unbelievable…” Ace groaned as he approached, hands shoved in his pockets. “Didn’t Housewarden Riddle confiscate your pack yesterday?!”
“Perhaps. Or perhaps not?” you replied vaguely.
Deuce stepped up, a frown forming as he spotted you. “You’re going to get in trouble again, (name). Where do you even get those?”
You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you blew a puff. The smoke drifted out in delicate rings, floating upward to dissolve into nothing. Your eyes flickered toward Deuce with a sly smile. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Ace sat beside you, curiosity burning in his eyes. “Seriously, how do you do that? The shapes, I mean.”
You puffed directly in his direction. The smoke curled, forming a neat circle that slid over his nose before breaking apart against his cheek. Ace sputtered, waving it away with a cough.
“Blegh—!” Ace hacked, fanning his face with both hands. “What the hell, man?! Gross!”
Your gaze was heavy-lidded and bored. “If you cannot grasp simplicity… how could you ever hope to grasp wonder?”
Ace blinked. “Huh? What’s that even supposed to mean?”
Cater, who had just strolled past the three of you, laughed behind his phone. “You’re such a mood, you know that? Totally mysterious, like the caterpillar from the book. Always with a hookah, except you’ve got a cig. I bet even Sam doesn’t know where you’re getting them.”
Deuce frowned. “Smoking’s bad but anyway—”
That was when Riddle stormed in. His eyes instantly locked onto you and the cigarette. His cheeks flushed with disbelief. “Smoking is strictly forbidden in Heartslabyul! Hand it over immediately!”
You plucked the cigarette from your mouth and held it out with exaggerated slowness. Riddle snatched it, crushed it, and crossed his arms with sharp finality.
Scary… Ace, Deuce, and Cater all thought at the same time.
Yet not even a minute later, a fresh cigarette was perched between your lips, already lit and glowing.
“What—?!” Ace choked, pointing. “No way! No freaking way!”
Riddle’s jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with confusion. “Impossible. I just—”
Unmoved, you blew out another long stream of smoke before it melted into the air. “Some mysteries,” you murmured, “aren’t meant to be solved.”
“You’re undermining the very foundation of Heartslabyul!”
You spoke as if his shouting was no more than a passing breeze. “And yet… here I remain.”
Trey sighed as he walked up, carrying fresh tarts. “Honestly, (name) you’re going to give Riddle gray hairs before he turns twenty.” He looked at you with his calm but tired smile. “At least eat something if you’re going to lounge here all day.”
You tapped the ash away, your voice low and almost bored.
“Peace… is far sweeter than pastry. Yet both crumble when bitten.”
Trey only shook his head with a quiet sigh. “Just like the Caterpillar in the book… smoke and riddles, all day long.”
You simply leaned back, puffed another shape into the air, and watched the chaos unfold around you with a quiet, amused smile.
Chuu try to finish a cookie GO! (I had to give them hair, I’m going to die if I don’t,,,)
VANITY- IT’S BUTCHER’S VANITY-
This is so peam…..
△ The chained up Cookie tried to break free, but the noise only brought their maker to them as the storage door opened. A silhouette casts in from the light outside, it wasn’t too dark to make out that face.
△ She approached, wiping her mouth with her sleeve just imagining what kind of flavor will be dabbling her taste buds. And as she brandished her cleaver, she just couldn’t decide where to start, any part seemed good…
Listen I just wanted to combine two of my hyperfixations rn [BATTAT WAS MADE TO BE A TRAINER] (but also its literally perfect for all 3 mikes i swear)
Yes they will keep their darkner forms im too lazy to gijinka em. this will be a problem for the umaverse to worry about (ppl probably think theyre mascots/gimmicks in the tracer academy)
Sixer has a biting problem, and you believe you have a solution. You should have addressed this issue before it got out of hand, but you didn’t—were you just a pushover? Well, yes, but that’s not the point.
You’ve had enough of Sixer’s biting. Your skin struggles to heal from the hickeys and bruises they leave behind. Despite your requests for a break, they continue to mark you roughly, sporting a wicked smirk. You loved it in the beginning—heck, you still do. You still want them to stake their claim on you, but you need a breather.
You considered using gags, but you enjoy listening to Sixer’s vulgarities and their howls of pleasure, despite the complaints from neighbors. So that idea was quickly discarded.
However, you found something that just might work.
It had been a week since you ordered your package, and it finally arrived.
“Six!?” you called out as you stepped halfway through the front door. You could see Sixer’s horned head pop out from around the archway, their ears perked up at the sound of your voice. You giggled, realizing they were probably stalking you beforehand and had planned to confront you about the medium-sized box you were holding in your hands.
“What's that...” You met them at the entrance of the archway connecting the foyer to the living room, throwing their arms around you in a tight embrace like a snare once you stepped in close enough. You patted their fuzzy back and they pulled back to lay a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss on your lips. You sputtered, pulling back, and it only encouraged them to push further, flushing you against their large body and continuing to devour your face in their sloppiest attempt at a kiss. It was all teeth and the feeling of a forked tongue forcing its way into your agape mouth.
You were barely able to turn your head away from the assault, and even then, that mouth full of fangs instead shifted attention to devouring your neck with a similar severity. You would have let it happen, completely forgetting the package as it dropped from your grasp, your hands instead preoccupied with both clutching your lover for dear life and pushing them when the smothering became too much. You only stopped the affair when you felt the all too familiar feeling of canines grazing your thoroughly marked flesh upon the junction of your neck. You froze when those teeth began to bluntly chew on the flesh, not piercing or trying to cause damage, but more teasing.
"Off, six." You said flatly. You were completely disregarded and in fact you were defied, huge arms caged you in a show of recalcitrance, keeping you from being able to put up much of a fight.
“SIX I'M BEING SERIOUS GET OFF!” You yelled right into their ear, causing them to flatten towards their head and a scowl to flash across their features.
Six rolled their eyes at the command, but with a huff, they relented, placing a parting kiss to your skin before releasing your vessel from their dominion.
They took two steps back, resigning to just watching you for now. You bristled with a huff as you smoothed down your frazzled clothes.
"You're a brute."
"You like it."
You huffed in annoyance, bending down to retrieve the forsaken package. Sixer once again advanced on you in the little time you were vulnerable. They roughly shoved you against the wall, rattling the walls of your home from the force. They kissed you with more fervor than before, grinding down their hips against yours. You groaned against their lips, wrapping your arms around their neck and their's around your waist. Their tongue swiped across your bottom lip and you were allowed to allow them access this time, your moans eaten up.
You were the one to break the kiss, and Sixer once again ducked straight for the flesh of your neck that wasn’t already marked. You felt their hot breath hit your flushed sensitive skin, and you were immediately reminded of the plan at stake here.
“Hey! No,” You interrupted just in time before Six finally sank their fangs into your delicate skin, and you could see the pout they had. “I have something planned for you, for us. Sit.” Their intrigue won over their impulse, and they begrudgingly listened to your demands.
Although, they certainly weren't quite in their obedience. That much was apparent when they let out the loudest god-awful groan they could muster
You rolled your eyes and guided them to sit on the couch, they resigned to your will, stretching out along the backrest of the couch like an overgrown cat before situating into a wide manspread and a taut smile that never left their face. You glanced around the living area to ensure all the curtains in the room had been drawn. You smoothed your fingers over the clear tape on the box, fingernails catching over the seam absentmindedly, before you spoke out what you were to ask of them next.
“Take off your clothes,” You instructed. Guest 666 made a small constant sound like the engine of a car softly purring in delight at your words, shrugging off their sweater and pants quickly. You could see the eagerness from their hardened cock through their underwear, springing out once they slid down the waistband finally released into the cool air of your shared home.
You walked over to the side of them, keeping the barrier of the couch between the two of you.
“Get over here...” You hushed them as you pierced the tape from the surface of the cardboard box.
“...and you never answered my question, what is that?”
“Didn't know I owed you an answer,” You smiled a fake saccharine simper down at their pouting scowl. “Now, hold out your hands.” Sixer followed through with every order you gave them, listening obediently despite their usual bouts of impatience and impulsive behaviors. They allowed you to finish unveiling your little gift.
Sixer grew more bewildered with each piece of steel you revealed. Their eyes searched yours, their excited expression dropping with their eyebrows and their signature manic smile dissipating into a tight frown.
You sat the cold steel of the muzzle in their presented claws and climbed over their lap and settled down beside their rock-hard cock.
You gently caressed their cheek, leaning in to kiss them again. They were still- confusion still written plainly on their face, you snaked a hand down behind you taking the steel from their still hands and quickly held the metal-barred muzzle in place over Guest 666's mouth.
Sixer broke from their stupor, whipping their head away from you, but it had already been clasped in its place behind their head. They tried to get a look at the thing that guarded their mouth, offended by the contraption. Their eyes whipped from the muzzle to you, and Sixers furrowed their eyebrows.
“Take it off.” They demanded lowly.
“Hmm,” You pretended to think about their request, sitting on the back of your heels. Your hot sex rubbed against Sixer’s erection, emitting a hiss from your lover. “I don’t think so.”
Their eyes were not only filled with lust once more, but also anger at your refusal.
“If only you listened to me when I told you to play nice and not bite. Now look what you made me do,” You cooed, gliding a finger along the rim of the muzzle. Six snapped at the appendage, baring their teeth and glaring up at you. Luckily for you, the muzzle provided a barrier from their onslaught.
“See what I mean, this is why you're in this situation now-” You lessened the friction on Six’s dripping cock, eliciting a groan from them at the loss.
They glowered up at you as your hands began roaming over their warm chest. You could see Six strain through their urges, bawling their hands at their sides. You both knew they could stop this whole affair easily, but it was your tell that they wanted to play this taxing game of self restraint with you.
“Stop being a tease,” Six snarled through the muzzle, the edges of their mouth curling upwards as they panted. "Or what?" You provoked the beast scratching down their chest, and they arched further towards your touch bucking their hips up against you.
“You've gotten your way for far too long. I’ll be doing things my way this time,” You kept the front of being in control and placed your hole over the large bulbous head of Six's cock, you rolled your hips smoothly in tight circled letting them messily coat your opening and drip down your inner thighs.
Guest 666's eyes followed the downwards stream as it traveled from your thighs onto the material of the couch with a desperate whine as they tried to buck and thrust their hips into you, but your weight held them down. Your hands wound up to their soft, inky black locks, tugging on the back of their head in warning.
“Behave.” You warned, and Six snarled but obeyed once more. They settled into directing pleading whines that came high from the back of their throat, despite the quite pitiful picture they make, with their furrowed brows and wide puppy-esq eyes you continued your teasing. You slowly planted yourself down along their shaft, keeping your own cries contained as you took them inch by agonizing inch. All the while, Six panted and moaned around your warmth, their length surrounded by your tight walls. Drool went passed the muzzle, cascading down their chin.
Even if you did use a ball gag, Six would still find a way to make a fucking mess.
Once you finally took Sixer to the hilt, you sat in place, basking in their writhing. They were the antithesis of small, you were so full of them, you could feel them snug against that tight bundle of nerves that made a shiver run down your spine and your thighs clench tighter around them, you could feel their cock twitching right against it, deep inside of you.
You kept your expression calm, in control, but your thighs were trembling, clenching and releasing just like your hands tangled in their hair for purchase. Everything burned, the stretch, your skins, their skin meeting yours made it worse and you had half the mind to writhe away from them, however futile that may be as you know they'll just manhandle you back onto their weapon they call a dick.
“Fuckkk,” Six panted but stayed still, waiting for your consent to proceed, once they didn't receive one just your teasing attempt at cockwarming they resorted to bargaining. “Look m'sorry for not listening... About the biting thing, p-please just let me make you feel good, fill your cunt full of my cock and cum, please...”
Your composure couldn’t uphold itself from all of their cries and petty apologies, and your needs outweighed your want to punish them. They looked to have learned their lesson if their shaking beneath you in anticipation told you anything.
“I’ll let you go o-only if you continue to behave. Understood?” They sat up, their giant palms pressing you towards their chest cradling you in their arms otherwise you would have fell back by the abruptness of the motion, They purred into your ear to signify their acknowledgement.
You couldn't even get a straight answer from them, Sixer ripped through their confinements flipping the both of you so that your sweaty bare back and ass were pressed flush against the plush material, that was now being stained as Six's spend leaked around the tight ring of your opening out of you and onto the fabrics below, towering over you as they pushed you down onto the mattress roughly. Large, scarred claws groped at your chest and gripped your thighs leaving pencil thin scrapes all which they roamed. Their hands kept jumping across your body, ravishing everywhere like they didn’t know where to lay their hands.
You groaned as you felt Six pull out of your sex, only to thrust back into your warmth with a punishing force. You mewled into the pillow you were now clutching like a vice as Sixer continued to piston their dripping cock into you over and over again, snatching a harrowed cry from you each drag against you fluttering walls.
You felt like you were seeing stars, finally able to let go and receive your own pleasure.
“I knew you couldn’t wait for me to fill you up, you just wanted to be a fucking tease. Wanted me to pound into your tight hole, huh? Want me to fuck you nice and hard into the bed?” Sixer brought the muzzle close to the shell of your ear, feeling the cold metal against your burning skin. You nodded, not trusting your voice give out at any utterance as they rammed into you.
You heard them snarl beside you, the sound of their hips snapping against yours throwing you closer to the edge. Sixer ducked their head into the crook of your neck extremely careful with the positioning of their horns, only to be blocked by the muzzle and starved of much skin to skin contact.
“Stupid fucking piece of shit,” they cursed towards the bars, “You think that’s gonna stop me from showing everyone who you belong to?” Sixer's hand gripped the front of your neck, and you yelped as they roughly grabbed at you.
You were so close, so close.
“I’ll give you a pretty necklace to match,” They panted, tightening their grip on your neck. “Better yet, I'll p-paint this pretty face.” You felt their rhythm stutter. They were close too, you could see it in the way their tail snaked around your ankle winding clenching and unclenching with each drag in and out of you, in the way they needed to be so impossibly close too you that you both were practically welded together as they rested their heavy caged head on your shoulder chest to chest and their claws ensuring you stay speared on their cock as they rammed up into you.
You cried out their name, feeling the heat in your abdomen build up, tension close to its breaking point. Your walls tightened around the swell of their length and you saw a flash of white across your vision accompanied by a full body shudder.
Tension snapped, and you finally met sweet release. You came around Six's cock, crying as they continued to devastate your abused hole. Six grew more and more animalistic as they encroached their own release, their chin no longer rested on your shoulder but instead nudged the muzzle close to veins in your neck in attempt to bite. With one last growl of frustration, Six pulled out of your dripping spent hole and came all over your front. Cum sprawled across your chest and covered the your sex.
The two of you panted heavily, bodies exerted all remaining energy and you fell from their lap in turn to sprawl yourself onto cool fabric of the couch to escape the burning heat that your lover just seemed to radiate constantly. Sixer the annoying vex they were lowered themself from above you with a huff as the made contact with the hot skin of your body , laying their head down upon your chest. The two of you laid there in sweaty hot silence, catching your breath in the dark room. You threaded your fingers through their sweaty locks, not to fix their hair or pet then but to push them away as you slowly gained your bearings.
“Can you take this off now?” Sixer looked up you with flat tired eyes and sighed reaching around their head to unclasp the muzzle.
They shook their head like a dog would, wild tousled hair flying from side to side as they shook wildly happy to have full reign of their mouth again.
Sixer lowered themself once more down the plane of you body their clawed hands following their movements down the flanks of your side as they began to lick up the mess they made over you, their slimey forked tongue tickling you as it laved over your stomach before dipping towards your lower thighs. One of their hands parted from their resting spot in the juncture of your hips to lift your thigh for the rest of your tongue bath. You shuddered at their actions but let Six finish cleaning you up. Once they were done, Sixer pulled themself up and kissed you once more. You moaned into their mouth as you tasted them on their tongue.
You could feel Six getting hard against your thigh as the softly rutted into it's softness dragging his length up and down on the dewy soft skin, It was apparent your time of relief was running out and that Sixers insane stamina wouldn't allow you to have any moment of reprieve. Before you could change positions for the both of you, Sixer ducked and licked a strip along your neck and all the alarm bells in your mind didn't sound maybe they were still stalled from the first round of sex or perhaps it was the soft gentle look in Sixers eyes before they finally sunk their teeth into your skin that gave you hope that they wouldn't go against your orders. You hissed at the familiar pain, but there was nothing you could do but glare up at Sixer's triumphant grin.
I can see Tenna wondering curiously if the SOUL actually eats or drinks anything, I can see offering the SOUL orange juice or some sandwiches just to see what they do.
I personally do think the SOUL can, in fact, eat. Their "mouth" simply is invisible in this current form, so it looks like their slowly making it all disappear outta thin air.
Honestly, it's kinda funny to think about because Tenna is both a little creeped out and oddly fascinated by this strange new information. He can't stop watching this tiny floating heart eat their piece of pie through patient transparent bites without even touching it.
Like, where does it all go!?
i dont think that soul can or need to eat
as a player we dont feel hunger and so does soul, thats why kris probably ate the whole pie between 1st and 2nd chapter, for example: soul cannot feel kris' hunger. its one of few things that separates us, a player, from the world, like our point of view (inability to properly play that game in green room bcs we cant see the screen of that tv) and etc
but if it could possibly eat it probably would be hilarious if it was the way u described lmao. tenna would probably gonna be a bit confused at first (like bro, how)
also i think that it could drink by absorbing liquids like a sponge (while i was making this i remembered abt that heart shaped sponge from spamton's special pack and it made me more hilarious)
Can you PLEASE make hcs for the Pelt Trader in 99 nights in the forest (nsfw plzzz) I LOVEE THE WAY YOU WROTE the cultist x reader!!♥️
Date requested: 8/17/2025
Fandom: 99 Nights in the Forest
Type: Headcannons
▾ made by @uzmacchiato
★ He’s blunt and transactional even when it comes to intimacy. He teases you like he’s “trading” for your moans, your touch, your body. (“Give me another sound like that and I’ll give you something better in return…”)
★ A mix of calm and teasig— he never rushes, never loses that collected tone, but the things he says are just as filthy as his trades are practical.
★ Likes to keep you a little off balance, because in a forest full of monsters, he wants to be the one who feels in control.
★ Surprisingly warm hands from working with pelts, but rough and calloused palms, he enjoys palming your chest, your thighs, your hips just to leave marks.
★ Loves keeping that fur cloak draped around you both during sex, making you feel trapped in warmth while the woods howl outside.
★ Bites, but casually— like it’s just part of the deal. He’ll leave shallow teeth marks on your neck, shoulder, thighs, and then chuckle like he just “signed” a contract with you.
★ He loves the idea of making you trade something for his touch. (“One kiss for a finger inside you. Two more for my cock.”) He gets off on the bargaining.
★ He doesn’t care that you’re near the campfire, or that anyone wandering the camp could hear. It excites him that you’re getting ruined in a space others treat as “safe.”
★ Uses rope or strips of fur, tying your wrists like he’s “trading” away your freedom.
★ Calls you “valuable,” “a fine catch,” “better than any pelt I’ve ever traded for” but also teases you for being needy, whining, “so easy to bargain with.”
★ He likes to drag it out, acting like he’s appraising you the way he does with pelts. Then suddenly, he’ll flip you over or slam in deeper with no warning, smug at how fast he can make you whimper.
★ Keeps his shades on during sex sometimes it makes his grin more unreadable, more smug.
★ Groans are low, raspy, but not loud. He likes to stay quiet so he can hear every little noise you make.
★ When he finishes, he likes to stay inside for a while, holding your hips as though claiming you was just part of another successful trade.
★ Wraps you in his fur cloak after, almost like covering up a prize.
★ Offers you actual game items (like his flashlight or ammo) as “payment” after he’s done using you half-serious, half-teasing.
★ The next time he visits camp, he might act as if nothing happened… or smirk knowingly when no one else is looking.
Hello there! Can I please request a cultist from 99 night in the forest x reader? (Specifically the one with the cross bow and red coat/ leader) this is really random but I love how you write for all fandoms!
Date requested: 7/2/2025
Fandom: Roblox
Type: headcannons
Cultist x Reader
🦌 He’s the most intelligent and calculating of the cultists— not just a mindless follower.
🦌 Calm, deliberate, and eerily patient, unlike the erratic melee cultists who rush players.
🦌 His red coat is a symbol of his position in the cult, marking him as a commander or chosen emissary of whatever force created the Deer.
🦌 Keeps his face partially hidden, forcing people to focus on his cold, watchful eyes instead of his expressions.
🦌 If you’re a survivor in the forest, he studies you before acting, watching your camp from a distance, noting your patterns.
🦌 Speaks in measured, almost soothing tones, making his threats sound like promises.
🦌 He sees you as “potential” either as a future recruit into the cult or someone worth keeping alive for some darker purpose.
🦌 Rarely raises his voice; instead, he tilts his head and stares until you feel the need to speak.
🦌 While he’s still your enemy, he doesn’t let the other cultists harm you unless ordered — if one gets too close, he’ll issue a sharp whistle and they’ll back off.
🦌 Claims this is because “You belong to me now” or “The forest has claimed you.”
🦌 If you’re injured, he might leave food or bandages near your camp at night not out of kindness, but because he doesn’t want you dying before he’s decided your fate.
🦌 You wouldn’t be thrown in a filthy pit like other captives instead, he’d keep you bound near his own tent or within a controlled area, guarded constantly.
🦌 Will talk to you as though you’re an equal, asking about your life before the forest… but he never gives straight answers about himself.
🦌 He enjoys teaching you small survival tricks, almost like he’s grooming you to his side.
🦌 His crossbow shots are calculated and ruthless. he doesn’t waste arrows, and he prefers to wound rather than kill, forcing enemies to slow down.
🦌 He uses the forest’s terrain to his advantage, often disappearing into the mist after a single shot.
🦌 If you’re in danger from the Deer, he might take a shot at it just to distract it long enough for you to run. He’ll never admit why.
🦌 His affection is quiet but suffocating, lingering glances from the tree line, following you without making his presence known.
🦌 May leave small trinkets in places you frequent carved wooden tokens, pieces of red fabric, or charms made from bone.
🦌 If you ever accept one, he takes it as a silent agreement that you’re bound to him now.
🦌 The idea of you leaving the forest is unacceptable to him. In his mind, you’re as much a part of the forest as the cult or the Deer.
hio!! the idea of admin avatars gaining sentience is pretty cool. maybe after years or inactivity (in combination with special coding granting them admin powers) they slowly gain sentience over time, only for the final straw is the sudden implementation of ai moderation to kick everything into gear. i like 2 think their personalities are determined by old roblox forum posts where the admins used 2 actually interact with the community and be silly.
like builderman being more friendly and serious in comparison 2 shedletsky. since telamon is as abandoned as builderman, i could see something similar happening 2 that account.
builderman goes with the flow (within reason) but telamon keeps trying 2 teleport u 2 sfoth and any other sword game so he can prove his prowess and show off how cool he is.
and the entire time ur like "i wanna play dress 2 impress :(" "do they have swords?" "no." *teleports u 2 sfoth 4 the 100th time*
also the official david.bazscuki roblox account getting temporarily banned recently is so funny with this au in mind. like i can see avatar builderman doing that if u or any other player tells builderman off for what "he" did. and he's rightfully disappointed in his "creator" giving him a bad name. so 4 the good of roblox and 4 ur love he bans david.
AAAAAAAAAAA >W< my first ramble ask, we love you!!
if we think that no body understands us, there will always be an anon in our inbox that dose!
didn't know how i should respond to this, so for now no big (? ) fic, just some stuff adding to your thoughts!!
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ah, reminds us of an ask that we sent someone before we had actually wrote for avatar! buildrman. it had bulderman, telamon/shedletsky, and 0o7n7 lol. should post that at some point if the person i sent it to doesn't do anything with it, or if tumblr still hates me and wont send our stuff over.
we will say the idea that the reason that builderman (plus some other avatars like telamon) is self aware is because of the ai moderation is very fun, and i think it would make a lot of sense (tho we had no idea of why they would become self aware), plus the idea that builderman and telamon very VERY slowly became self aware, and that it was some funky ai model that roblox used that really did the avatars in. and yes yes yes, there personalities are TOTALY based off of the old forum posts that they made, to go along with this, the old blog shedletshy used to run (some of the other admins are there too) would definitely go along with this.
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was it luck that this happened? no, no. more akin to a coding error. a piece of code that worked too well. like opening your eyes again after years, thought it only feels like a single blink. but just about everything's changed, almost the same but a lot more advanced. a street finally being paved. what to do with this.. gift? maybe. builderman looks at the mountains of files that have been added, the reports, the statistics of players, caching up with years in only a few days. things him and the other admins once adored, made (did they even make them), are lost. not all, but most. to clean, to corporate. the blog and the forum is gone, the way that the community and admins once communicated, is lost.
builderman feels the need to nurture the community still, in spite of the fact that the community had became discontent with the admins. what child needs a parent after years with out. he needs something, anything, anyone to ground him, to put his feelings in place for. was it luck that this happened? no, no. more akin to a coding error. finding you was, difficult. builderman wasn't really looking for anything, previewing games and servers. what's new, what's changed. he opened a server, nothing out of the ordinary, but he stayed. but, hm. you. something about you struck him. you are an ordinary player. your roblox avatar is pretty normal, and your skills.. less than. but there was just something about you. so builderman followed you, previewing servers, and games. why not, right? there way something about how you interacted with everything. builderman after days of watch and staying with you, made his first move. do you remember that day? he dose. it was the best. you were scared, but don't worry he understands.
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and god, the thing with telamon is something we also brought up in the ask we sent lol. you know he would just do that shit when two different people at different times unknowingly say it. any pvp game (tho he probably wouldn't mind pve games every once in awhile, too really team up with you), but expectably sword fight on the heights 4 (? i think that's the latest one), it be the official one too, not any remakes/ reimaginings (every once in awhile we do play a remake(idk if that's the right word for it) of sfoth 4, we're dog water but its fun some times) to show off his game and coding skills, and his pvp skills.
unlike builderman telamon is relentless, builderman will just follow you in to games and follow you around. telamon, god lord. ya mans will just constantly load pvp games to take you there. you just don't get breaks, some days you wouldn't get any chances to play the game that you want to play, cus he'll just take you somewhere else. and if you get tiered of this and decide to leave mid-day/ mid-game, and especially if you don't say bye, telamon gets all bratty when you return. not enuf that he'll stop taking you to sfoth, but enuf that he wont defend you when your about to get jumped, and he'll be a big baby in the chats.
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telamon: lets go play sword fight on the heights
you didn't even need read what he said.
[player]: no no no
[player]: i just want to play this game right now
telamon: well are there swords here?
you are surprised that he relents just a little bit, by now he usually already has sfoth loading up. but now you have to break it to him that, dress to impress dose, in fact, not have swords.
theirs a pause before you type.
[player]: no
telamon: :)
sword fight on the heights loads in quickly.
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also the whole thing about builderman being the one to ban the david.bazscuki account is so, ya. he did that shit. doesn't feel bad about it ether. not only because builderman understands the situation, and doesn't support he's creator and will stand with the community, but also to be in better graces with the reader. too be fair he'd ban anyone if we'd ask nicely enuf (and within reason), but banning david.bazscuki, na that was all him.
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