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??? x kid Reader (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/366897302-x-kid-reader?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=dgjdxbcgfyeuxncbgyd kjhgfrtyuiuytrerfghjg

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dimentio x Shiloh (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/367838825-dimentio-x-shiloh?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=dgjdxbcgfyeuxncbgyd "You change the access code." "I thought it would be best, you know it would be dangerous for your friends who came here to fight me. Your mother is gone, Shiloh." "I'll stop the signals, but she's not gone. I'll get the others here and we'll beat you and find mom."

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human malware X abused reader (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/368169037-human-malware-x-abused-reader?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=dgjdxbcgfyeuxncbgyd uytrtyhjhgtrerfgh

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Iris x reader (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/364658730-iris-x-reader?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=dgjdxbcgfyeuxncbgyd "Control is mine! Take this command in your hands and mind. my schedule is full, you will have to wait! Everything is on track for the day of annihilation! Hold this command in your hand and put it in your head. Your schedule is full." Wait! Everything is going well, towards annihilation. K?K"

[danganronpaheadcanons]

AU: Kaede stays the protagonist in V3, but Tsumugi is the rival instead of Kokichi (likely due to Tsumugi being frustrated that her framing plan in the first chapter failed).

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experiment 1006 x reader pt.1

You had just killed Mom when you heard the tapping of something metal in Morse code"..-. .-.-.- --- .-.-.- .-.. .-.-.- .-.. .-.-.- --- .-.-.- .-- .-.-.- -- .-.-.- ."

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

NWhile you're doing pokemon, might i ask, for a platonic headcanons ofseeiven, Penny and Nemona x reader,

where reader's showing them the snowy cat weasel legendary pokemon that was sealed away(i forget names atm-), i can picture arven at least being concerned seeing the dex's entry for it as reader's just all "oh but it's a sweetheart! Don't be so worried!" as theyre giving the pokemon that no doubt would absolutely cause a devastating avalanche if the reader wasnt there scritches and pats/lh

feel free to ignore just thought it could be amusing!/lh

-salt anon(stay safe btw!)

This is perfect timing bc I caught Chien-Pao today (and also Ting-Lu, my fav) after struggling and restarting the game a lot

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After Ms. Raifort piqued your interest in the "Treasures of Ruin", you set out to free them from their confinements, knowing these poor things were taken advantage of centuries ago.

You believe they could still be helped. It wasn't too late! All they needed was love and friendship, things you were more than happy to provide.

Of course, pulling the stakes that sealed the Icerend Shrine and challenging Chien-Pao afterwards was no cakewalk, but you caught it after convincing it to come with you, promising to give it a better life.

The feline ice-type was surprisingly quick to warm up to you after you gave it a bath during a picnic, figuratively melting its icy heart. 

You took great care in shining its sword fangs, smiling when it purred in thanks before taking a nap in the grass, curled up.

It becomes harder to believe this sweet creature had a hand in destroying an entire kingdom.

Soon after, you decided to call your friends so they could see it for themselves.

As expected, Nemona was the first to arrive, psyched to see a Pokémon she's only heard about in books. 

She could immediately tell it was quite strong (despite it being cuddled up to you when she got there).

"..and you're gonna let me fight it one day, right?" She dares to ask, taken aback when Chien-Pao wakes up and looks at her in disdain.

You just laugh and shake your head, giving the Ruinous Pokémon chin scritches. "Unless you wanna be swept away by an avalanche..I don't think so. Besides, I think it's been through enough fights in its life."

Not long after her arrival, Penny and Arven show up, completely shook(tm) at the existence of this bizarre Pokémon.

Penny’s surprised it was just stuck in its own little cave all these years, while Arven’s curious about what the Pokedex says about it.

But when he finds out..well...to say he’s just “concerned” is a huge understatement.

He’s downright scared for you, having no clue how you tamed it and fearing the repercussions of freeing it.

“...[y/n], this thing is more than just a Pokémon..it’s...it’s got a bunch of souls in it--angry souls of people who hated that “king”. It also causes terrible avalanches and-”

“Oh give it a rest, Arven...does this look like the face of someone who’d cause terrible avalanches?” You pouted, holding either side of Chien-Pao’s face as you stared at him. “Do you see any hatred here? Because I don’t.”

When he has no answer, you resume patting its head, treating it like a big ol’ kitty that was simply misunderstood.

Even Penny becomes brave enough to pet its back, only to freeze when it sends an icy gaze at her. “Uh....sorry...?”

She thinks she did something wrong and is about to invoke the wrath of this ancient beast....

Until Chien-Pao purrs and nuzzles her cheek, invading her personal space just like Koraidon/Miraidon did all those times, causing you to chuckle and shake your head.

You could only hope to nurture the other three in the quartet into sweet and cuddly creatures like this one.

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Dimentio x Reader - Showtime!

Wheeee, took me a few hours but I did it!! X) Enjoy, @thereaderinsertlady!

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“Come one, come all! The show is just about to start!” the ringmaster on the television program calls as the crowd erupts into screams of delight.

You smile, kicking your legs as you roll over onto your back. You look around at the empty room, your smile wavering. He’s still not here… where is he? You grab your phone, rolling back onto your stomach as you flip through your messages. You find Dimentio’s phone number easily, (you’re still surprised that Dimentio has a cell phone of all things - usually he’s very against modern technology,) and check the last message you had sent him hours ago.

We’re still on for watching the circus tonight, right? Sent: 5:22pm Read: 5:24pm

We are. I’ll see you tonight. Sent: 5:25pm Read: 5:26pm

Okay, so he knows you two are supposed to meet up, and he had said that he was going to be here. Then where is he?

Hey, where are you? I thought you’d come watch the circus broadcast with me?

You hesitate only a moment before sending the message. You set your phone down next to you, hugging a pillow close to your chest. Come on, Dimentio… You promised me. You glance up at the clock, counting the minutes until the top of the hour. Your mind started racing, the intrusive thoughts growing cacophonous: 

He said he’d be here. He’d never miss a chance to watch the circus. Why isn’t he here yet? He can teleport, for God’s sake! It shouldn’t take him five hours to come over!

Maybe his magic is gone? Or maybe he overused his magic?

I doubt it. He said he has a backup reservoir of magic in case he needs it…

Maybe he lied to you about that?

Tick… tock… tick… tock…

Did he forget? Did he get busy?

If he got busy, why didn’t he let me know?

Maybe it was important?

Important for Dimentio? Please! He doesn’t do important things! He enjoys spontaneity! He’s not one for serious topics!

You never know-

Dimentio would have told us! He should have told us! He wouldn’t leave us in the dark!

Would he, though?

Tick… tock… tick… tock…

We’ve planned this for weeks, and now… he’s not even going to show? Did he change his mind? Does he just not want to hang out? 

Does… Does he not like me?

Was… Was all he said just a lie?

Tick… tock… tick…

A yawn escapes you. God, I’m tired… I shouldn’t have stayed up so late last night… and I forgot to make coffee…

Tick… tick… tick… 

You close your eyes. Maybe… a quick nap wouldn’t hurt…

Tick… tick… tick…

Just… a few minutes…

Tick… tick… tick… tick… tick-

Ding!

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I watch your sleeping form, laying across the top of the couch as I say nothing. Those ignorant buffoons… Why did they have to insist I socialize with them? I sigh, glancing down at you before checking to make sure the television had properly recorded the broadcast for the- oh, how many times have I checked by now? Twelve? I believe it was more than twelve times, but the exact amount escapes me. Taking a more humanoid form, I remove my mask and run a hand over my neck. “Of all the days they choose to socialize, they just had to pick today.”

I hate being late. It’s far from acceptable. It’s something you expect from someone like, say, O’Chunks, not me. I prefer to be early! I thrive off of thrills and action! Being late is like having melted ice cream in a hot summer sun because you had forgotten to eat it the very moment you bought it! I like being fashionably late if I absolutely have to be late for anything, but this time… Well, when you hang out with people who have no concept of time, you forget to check a clock. (Thanks thrice over for that sleight, Jevil - may your dimension dissolve into the nothingness you were born from. How can you do anything but refuse to summon a clock to check what time of day it is?!) And, when those people who have no concept of time forget to warn you to check a clock, you end up like a clownfish sucked into a swirling whirlpool of regret and anger .

Needless to say, Marx and Jevil are now hanging by their feet over an endless abyss now. Clods.

 I sigh again. Oh, in the name of the Chaos Heart, I’m beginning to act like the old lovesick fool. I make a mental note to disrupt the count’s peaceful time with his - eugh - wife for their influence on me.

The sound of fabric moving quickly attracts my attention. I walk over to the couch, returning my mask to my face before sitting next to you. “Darling?”

You don’t respond.

You’re still asleep… dammit. I hum in annoyance, turning to look around your room. “Well, there has to be something entertaining in here while I wait…” I walk over and examine the bookshelves. “Hm…” I frown. “Why in the Underwhere do they have Romeo and Juliet?” I pull the book out, then toss it over my shoulder. “So primitive. Let’s see…” I pause. “Oh, in the name of the Chaos Heart- why are they reading this?! Why read poetry?! There’s so much better material to read!” I toss that book over my shoulder to join its pathetic brother. “Alright, clearly I have to organize all of these for them!” I wave my hand, pulling all of the books out of the shelves and floating into the air myself. “Let’s see… drab literature can go in the corner… literature that isn’t pathetic can be near the center… Ah ha ha, there’s a much better book! That one can go on the other side.” I spend a few minutes organizing before hearing a noise. I glance over my shoulder. “What in the-?”

Your phone glows in the darkness of the room.

“Oh, for the love of- ugh.” I walk over and pick up the phone, answering it. “What do you want?”

“Dimentio?” a voice on the other end asks in surprise.

Oh, great… the wonderful hero Mario. I roll my eyes. “No, it’s O’Chunks. Yes, this is Dimentio, you ignorant plumber. What in the name of the Chaos Heart do you want?”

“I thought I could talk to… you know, the owner of this phone?”

“They’re busy dancing a waltz with sleep in Dream World right now, so you’re out of luck. Now what do you want?”

I lose track of what all is said in the conversation. It was a barren wasteland of stupidity while I was the wind that wished to move the conversation along to its conclusion. At the end of the conversation, though, I do write down what Mario wants to ask. 

“Alright, fine. I’ll let them know when they wake. Ciao.” I hang up, setting your phone back down on the table before looking at you. “In the name of the Chaos Heart, darling, how do you handle such idiocrasy every waking minute? It’s so taxing. I’m surprised you can still keep a clear mind with such trivial mediocrities.” I turn, glancing at the clock. 

6:39am.

I frown, shaking my head. “Of course… of course it has to be morning. I swear, if Marx and Jevil ever make me late again, I will not hesitate to let the Chaos Heart consume their very essence!” I wince, placing a hand over my chest as the fragmented Chaos Heart pulsates violently. “Yes, yes, I know.” I glance around. 

Marx has an endless appetite. It’s nigh-impossible to get any sustainable nourishment when socializing with him and, unfortunately, I had forgotten to eat anything before going over to his place. Yes, call me a fool for not preparing a lunch or something, but in my defense, I had believed I would only spend the morning with Marx and Jevil, not the entire day. I had wanted to go back to the count’s castle around midday to get ready for this… date, I suppose you can call it. I didn’t expect to galivant around with them until half-past five in the morning the very next day.

“There must be something of substance here…” I walk over to the refrigerator and open it. “…What is that?” I pull out a glass of… something. “It smells like citrus.”

“It’s orange juice.”

My heart leaps like a ballerina performing for an opera. I quickly turn to see you awake and staring at me. “Darling, you’re awake!”

You rub at your eyes in a rather adorable way. “What took you?” you mumble. “You never texted me back…”

“Oh, you know how Marx and Jevil are. Disorganized chaos like children set free in a playground after a school day. Jevil had purposely misplaced my phone to ensure I didn’t keep staring at it while I was there.” I walk over to your side and sit down next to you, still holding the glass of juice. “May I?”

“Feel free.”

I down the contents in one breath. “Thank you, darling.” I teleport the glass to the sink, looking at you. “I apologize about my unexcused absence. I do hope it’s alright that I took the liberty to record the performance to make it up to you.”

“You know how to record TV shows?”

“Of course I do! It’s not that hard to figure out how to work that machine!” (Alright, that’s a lie - I had contacted Luigi to ensure I was doing the entire thing correctly because I had no clue what I was doing, but you don’t have to know that.) “It was my fault for giving you a cold shoulder! I felt it only necessary that I try to atone for such a horrid sleight!”

You roll your eyes. “You can drop the fancy speech around me, you know.”

“I cannot possibly fathom what you’re insinuating, darling.” There is no hiding my smile, however.

You laugh quietly, leaning against my chest. “Dimentio, you goofball.”

“I wouldn’t call myself that, darling. I’m a jester, not a clown.”

“Those are the same thing.”

“Mm, I don’t believe so- mmph!” I feel my entire body freeze as you kiss me, somehow having moved my mask without me realizing it. As you move back, it takes a moment to regain any semblance of brain functionality. “Wha-?”

You look up at me before removing my mask entirely. “You know, you’re still pretty handsome when you’re blushing.”

My face burns. I can only imagine what it looks like to you. “Er… thank you…?” 

You kiss me again, your legs on either side of my lap and your arms around my neck. I make a… ahem, “noise” as an uncomfortable warmth fills my lower abdomen. I seize you close, closing my eyes and ignoring the Chaos Heart pounding in my ears like a percussion line in an orchestra. We break apart every so often, but for only a moment so you can take a breath before we continue to make out. After a bit, I find myself on my back with you straddling my waist. I glance at my chest to see both of your hands on my chest. “U-Uh… darling, you’re rather close-”

Your face turns a rather beautiful shade of red as you finally seem to notice our position. “Oh… oops.” You give a nervous laugh. “I-I guess I just… I-I missed you…”

I sit up, leaning back against my arms to look at you. “You knew I would arrive, though, darling. I just wasn’t accounting for Marx and Jevil making me lose track of time.”

“I-I know. I just thought…” My eyes dart lower to see you rub your wrist. “I-I thought you weren’t going to show up… I-I thought you had lied to me and… and didn’t actually love me…”

“Wha- Darling, of course I love you.” I sit up completely, moving you properly onto my lap and holding you close. “Don’t ever believe that I don’t.”

“But… But you…”

“Ssh…” I press a kiss to your forehead. “I do love you. I’ve never loved anyone more than I adore you.”

“Dimentio-”

I gently grasp your hand with one of mine and guide your hand to my chest. “Darling, can you feel this?” I ask quietly.

You blush as the Chaos Heart beats within me and against your fingers. “Your… Your heart?”

“It has never beat like this for anyone the way it does for you.” I lift your hand and press a kiss to the back of it. “I have never loved anyone like I love you, darling. Please… never forget that.”

“Dimentio-”

I close the gap between us, kissing you once again to silence you. The hand not on my chest reaches up and tangles in my hair while the other hand presses against me a bit harder. I moan at the feeling, voicelessly scolding myself as one hand goes and cups the back of your head and my other hand caresses your back. After a minute, I move back and look down at you. “I love you, darling. I really do.”

You stare up at me before the most adorable laugh I’ve heard escapes you. It lights up your entire being with happiness. For the briefest moment, the Chaos Heart quits beating, letting me feel my own heartbeat for the first time since the Chaos Heart had been destroyed by the count. “I love you, too, Dimentio.”

I smile in turn and lean back against the arm of the chair. “Well, since I’m here, and we have time to kill before the count starts getting suspicious of my whereabouts, shall we do what we should have done last night?”

You smile, laying against my chest as you pick up the remote and click the recording. “Afterwards, do you want to watch anything else? Or maybe play a video game?”

I chuckle. “You just want an excuse to be around me longer, don’t you?”

Your face turns a cute shade of pink. “Are you okay with that?”

“Ah ha ha ha ha~ I’d enjoy nothing more, darling.”

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(via You Are The Waiter! | Which 123-Slaughter Me Street Puppet are you?)

I am the waiter look at me turn away from me bear bones you we be with three of a kind way I hope you don't mind just understand your blood is mine!

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123 sms x cop reader pt.1

The young police officer fell through the hole in the roof and landed on the floor with a little 'oof' upwards and saw the door, talking to the others on the radio, but also on the piano and always having an interest in a piano She, went up and started singing a song.

Y/N: Don't be fooled might be a fox What are you doing here, ya lost? You've boarded here now you've been caught Now take my fire extinguisher into your face Oops, that must've hurt Kinda like when, my skull fell apart Don't look in my eyes, I only have one You will not have either of yours when I'm done My names' Archie, come with me You will be, dead, soon... Don't think you're getting away, from me Nowhere to go but the open sea Though you are trying you won't be free You gotta give up come along with me Now you belong with the crew, yeah you're dead now you'll be infected in the head Just you remember what I've said what I've said, what I've said... You're gonna be entranced from my scary shanty You'll fall into my trap and then you're dead, guaranteed You probably have regrets about embarking with me Now you're going to perish into the deep dark blue sea

Your fox ears perk up, you sigh but continue playing the piano anyway without realizing that 4 puppets are watching you.

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Screamer is not helpful sometimes

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Tim: Is this guy really supposed to help you?! the Seeker: Yes, that's him… the screamer:be stupid and don't concentrate on the game

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scps if they catch you changing

SCP-035:He apologizes to you and closes the door

SCP-049:He apologizes and locks the door for you

SCP-069:starts crying and apologizing and closes the door in a panic

SCP-682:just says “No,” closes the door and goes to bleach his eyes

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New story!

SCP x chien pao x reader

"Look, there's a little girl here all alone!'' said the murderer, pressing his ice sword to her neck.

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female SCP x female Deku reader

A small trailer about what's to come

Y/N:"Even if what you say is true…I won't give up on saving them!"

(Coming soon on quotev and wattpad)

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Trailer for upcoming stories

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The Treasures of Ruin

I wanted to put all of the Treasure of Ruins together in one place, since I love all of them a lot. I made up some lore/backstories about them, that's under the cut!

Ting-Lu: a priest tasked with ritual sacrifice. When he spoke blasphemy that the King used sacrifice against his political enemies, his crime was punished by removing his tongue. His fear eventually fused with the ritual vessel.

Chien-Pao: a murderer who killed the King's favored official. Claims that the official had acted inappropriately with the man's beloved sister were deemed to be unsubstantiated by the King. For his crimes, his arms were bound with never-melting ice. His hatred eventually fused with his broken sword.

Chi-Yu: A beautiful women who was the envy of every man and woman in the land. Though she belonged to the King, she continued a relationship in secret with a man she had known before. For her crimes, her wandering eyes were removed and her lover was put to death. Her envy eventually fused with beautiful beads.

Wo-Chien: A scholar who wrote blasphemous lies against the King. Though she tried to escape her punishment, she was captured, and for her crimes, her legs were bound. Her grudge eventually fused with her writing tablets.

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