Angel

Angel (Killer Chat) themed blog. I hope to make many mutuals, followers and people to talk to!

I want to write fics here, as well as head canons of course, and anything else, of course!

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MAGA supporters annd political blogs in general

Different fics will have different age minimums. If I notice someone interacting with non-age-appropriate content on my page you will blocked

p.s. I freely block!!

I am a chronically ill, rotting, bisexual girl. I’m excited to become friends with anyone and everyone! My dms are also always open to talk in any way!! I also love asks, feel free to send them anon or not.

I love photography, fashion, aesthetics, lots of music, writing, art, classic literature, and more

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Things I will write:

Light NSFW/Suggestive

X Reader

X Character (Less common/likely)

Gore (Within REASON!!)

Most things really!

Non-Romanticized Noncon

Things I will NOT write:

Hard NSFW

X OC

Noncon in a romantic light

Its mainly just a case by case situation really!

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CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR:

All Killer Chat LIs (Not as active anymore)

The Freak Circus (All Characters)

Sol (TKATB) but less likely

Casper (ADWD) (Not as active anymore)

More will be added soon maybe hopefully

Before Relationship/Platonic:

Before a relationship with Pierrot, when you may be a lot less inclined toward him, he may not quite feel a complete understanding of your lack of interest in interacting with him outside mandated hours at work.

This means he would keep a lot to stalking, watching really how much you can handle, possibly even attempting to tamper with your schedule to make it easier on you without you even knowing. 

He would be suprised by you. The silent performer would see and learn your short fuse swiftly, though it always surprises him. He stares with large, black, puppy-like eyes when you snap over the overwhelming scene of the public. 

The thing about Pierrot, is for him to listen, much as I hate to say it, you may need to lash out and tell him to stop. He has a problem with boundaries and that simply won’t work in this relationship. I won’t say he wouldn’t sulk, because he would, a lot, but he knows it’s his fault. He’s not going to blame or get angry at you, never ever. He would likely bake you something as an apology, and more apologies for when he inevitably oversteps again.

As I said though, he would learn. He has found peace in silence alone and he easily finds peace in silence with you. He would sit in the cafe after hours, just gazing while you clean, every once in a while only speaking to offer help. 

Confessing his love to you would be intimate and quiet like everything else in the relationship. It would be away from the public, maybe stargazing right outside the city reaches. Neons below and blazing dancers in the sky. He would describe the reasons he loves you, but what differentiates you from simply a kind human is that you define for him silence in a new way. It is not necessity and oppressing. Instead, warm, comfortable. Glances, smiles saying what could never be put into words. 

In a relationship/Romantic:

In a relationship, once you start to seek Pierrot’s presence out, rather than need a break from it the same as everyone else, he would be ecstatic, his poor heart. That means he is something special to you, a whole other subject from stranger or friend.

It’s slow and it’s sure. I wouldn’t be suprised if he wrote in a journal updates, looking back on how far the two of you have come. 

Touches become more consistent, resting into his arm when people are too much, rather than avoiding it. He may slowly condition you into it too, first a few grazes on the hand while walking, noticing when you stop pulling away. Maybe he would try to hold hands, and so on from there. Like I said, slow and steady progress, and that’s enough for him. Well, for the most part. 

He does spiral some. If you backtrack he is afraid something has happened. For some odd reason you do not love him, he hurt you somehow, someone is taking you from him. As much as he’d be there for you, he is something you have to be there for too. 

Slowly, he starts to feel more understanding and comfortable about your needing time alone, respecting it more often. You would smell something cooking, usually, when this happens, from the kitchen. Eventually there would be a knock at the bedroom door, light as a feather, and once you give approval, he’ll set down a plate of dessert or dinner and leave you with it— that is, if you want him to. He is happy to stay. Always.. so happy to stay. 

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I hope this was what you were looking for! I am really sorry if it was not, but I did my best. Thank you for sending in an ask!!

As redundant he complain about your proud personality, Casper could not help but be attracted to your aura. Outgoing. Lively. Possibly not always the best decision maker, but still holding such a bright soul for him to gaze upon. 

He is canon adjacent with this kind of person. He is agasp by some of the things that manage to escape your lips —The ones he can definitely stop staring at by the way— And I don’t believe a bimbo/himbo reader would EVER let go of the soul babies talk.

He often questions your extravagant personality, in general, he’s not used to someone like you. He doesn’t hate it whatsoever. You were the opposite of the harsh silence by those caught up with their grim jobs alongside himself.

Describing him your style and everything, he’d research, try to match your energy in some way, match your freak so to say. But if you do uphold the aspect also, of a lack of intelligence, he would likely use all his chances to tease you back— To the best of his ability. Either that or judge you all together. He’s got the sass down. Just maybe not the references and vocabulary! 

When saying anything sexual about you, after being in a relationship of course, depending on your reaction he would either confidently smirk, way too proud of himself or quietly add, “respectfully.” if you don’t seem in the mood for it. 

Time Again

       You twisted your hair between your fingers, the reaper which you liked to call a significant other on the other side of your computer screen. You could not help but slip glances at your own camera, outfit tight and pretty, the star of every street you crossed that day.  

    “It’s never a good sign when you do that,” Casper muttered, eyes narrow as he watched you. “You have one of your thoughts.” 

    His words caught your attention, a smile crossing tinted lips. “Glad you noticed!” You replied in the same bouncy tone as per usual, the particular one he had earlier whined so often about. The voice ever so theatrical and confident in endeavors yet to escape the vocal cords that hold it, and yet that one as edgy as a reaper of souls fell to the merciless fingers of love for. 

     A moment of thoughtful silence caught between you and him, one of his white eyebrows raised, awaiting where your brain had led your imagination.

    “Well.. Y’know when you came here that one time? Gave me flowers and all that?” You started rhetorically. “Ah- Of course you do. How could you forget your… what should be.. lawfully wedded spouse! But yeah. That? You should do that again!” 

     Casper’s expression stuttered, his entire stature seeming to be stuck in two places at once. “You— Ahem.” He coughed, no underlying illness awaiting, “You can’t simply ask for that. I do that out of the kindness from my own heart. Stop being so foolish.” 

     Casper shifted his head slightly to the camera-mirrored left, refusing to make complete eye contact with the camera. 

     You pout, to your dismay only gaining, at most, a miniature glance from him. “C’mon, please? I could even post them, show you off and brag?” You continued to press, leaning forward to sit, face closer to the camera. “Although, I presume there’s the possibility that..” Your breath caught, dramatically.

     That peaked his attention, his eyes back on you swiftly.

      “You.. don’t love me!” You accused. 

     Casper argued quickly, only seconds after being stunned, mouth agape at such proposterous allegations. “How have you even come to that conclusion?” He asked, incredulously. “You’re far gone for tonight. Off to bed! Right now!” Grim demanded. 

     “Mm..” You hummed, “Getting dominant? —What if I don’t, huh? What’re you gonna do?” gaining a rise from him.

     Casper’s face a rose shade, he ended the call, leaving you alone with nothing more to do, truly, than to go to bed. 

     You dressed down and curled up beneath your sheets, not long passing before exhaust carefully brought you under to dream about who knows what and who knows where. 

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     Morning come, a yawn escaped your lips. As you rose from your laying position, body stretching, arms above your head, you noticed something on your desk not present the night before. 

      A handmade bouquet of flowers.

Living in Angelwood, Ronin likely would have difficulty meeting you at times, not quite because of his own past presence and for the possibility of being noticed, nor his own religious trauma, no, he’s not thatincompetent— or mature to think too hard about it— but because of his old lover from here. 

He would possibly talk to Angel about you in the server, no one else though. No one else truly is close to his background like that to understand the inner conflict he faces around you

He would attempt to not compare you to Ther as best he could, but every once in a while he’d let it slip, especially if you had a personality somewhat akin to theirs. 

Ronin would often, similar to his alternate versions of, try to convince you to come with him, come far away and never come back. There’s nothing that important to you here right? Not more important than him, right?

If you do fall under the religious nature of the place, he’d, of course make his sarcastic comments and playful statements, although, his concern would be unwavering, anxious you’d fall into something you might can’t climb out of ever. 

He would be EXPECTING you to have gossip for him, sitting on your bed already before you’ve even gotten home from wherever you were, asking about all of the small town drama, and he’s such an active listener too. “No fuckin way. She actually said it? Carol’s got such a stick up her ass she doesn’t even know it,” He would comment. “Always has.” 

He wouldn’t tell you immediately he was from Angelwood, but things like that would slip through, and eventually he would give you a watered down, broad explanation, but finish it off with a quick “Thats nothin’ you need to worry about, Darlin’…”

He would be even more pushy with you, being as you live in a place of such faith and faux purity, he would try to urge you even more than the normal —for him, I mean— to do “sinful” actions in whatever way you’d like to percieve. Really anything, small petty theft from a big business to show you truly it does not matter, flirt and say things to stain your face red with blush, he would not murder around you right away unless you two met in the canon way (through the server) Otherwise, he would be concerned it would scare you off.