Yes I'm back with the random headcanons (33 characters. That's a lot I didn't even notice)
Name Day is the type who'll force you to match with him in every game or customise his avatar to look like you in single-player games.
Moldir is the type of person who constantly takes care of you without expecting anything in return and gets very flushed when you try to handle things for her.
Medicine Pocket is the type to leave some treats around when you're in a bad mood. They're obviously doing it because it's annoying to see you frowning and not because they actually care.
Lorentz Butterfly is the type to whisper extremely inappropriate things in your ear at the worst time possible to see how you'll react.
Cheng Heguang is the type to carry you when you're tired, and he will insist even if you refuse multiple times. He'll gladly switch shoes or pieces of your outfit if you start to feel uncomfortable with what you're wearing.
Brume is the type to bring you tons of gifts and souvenirs from her travels because they reminded her of you.
Tooth Fairy is the type to make sure you always look impeccable before allowing you to step foot outside.
Paper Heron is the type to buy a bunch of desserts and sweets and ask you to rate them all with her (get ready, they're 98% pure sugar).
Aleph is the type who never gets tired of listening to you talk, even when he barely understands what you say. Bonus: he would read fanfics with you.
Nautika is the type to let you take naps on her. She will try her best not to move around and make noise. If you wake up because of her, she'll definitely feel bad.
Anjo Nala is the type who never leaves your side and over time becomes your shadow. She follows you around out of curiosity or to make sure nothing bad happens to you.
Enigma is the type who gives you his coat when he feels like it might be a bit too cold for what you're wearing. Try to complain and he'll completely ignore you.
Windsong is the type to reserve a front seat for you during her lectures. Seeing you there makes her extremely happy.
Sentinel is the type to enjoy long walks with you in places with beautiful scenery.
Semmelweis is the type who'd secretly do whatever catches your attention and give it as a surprise when you least expect it.
Hissabeth is the type to buy those flavored lip glosses and make you guess the flavor of each of them.
Tennant is the type to shamelessly slap your ass when you walk by and won't try to hide her amused face.
Horropedia is the type to wear those "I ♡ my partner" t-shirts in public and wear those with unhinged matching texts.
Dikke is the type to always open the door for you.
Isolde is the type who wears one of those necklaces with a picture or portrait of you.
X is type to hide your clothes so that you are left with no options but to wear his.
Reed is the type to give you one of her leaves to use as a bookmark and reminder of herself.
Willow is the type to decorate a whole room for you after your visits became more frequent. Now you have a place to go when she doesn't feel like seeing people.
Charon is the type who carefully preserves all the letters you send him as if they were written on the finest paper.
Beryl is the type who waits for you at the doorstep to greet you with a kiss.
Zima is the type who unknowingly holds your hand when you walk side by side. He will immediately let go and apologise if you point it out.
Centurion is the type who always stands up for you no matter the situation.
Corvus is the type who peels and cuts fruit and gives it to you during the day for no specific reason.
Kakania is the type to constantly brag about you to the point that everyone who knows her knows you, too.
Ulrich is the type to panic even for a sneeze and walk let you lift a finger if you end up getting sick.
Recoleta is the type who creates characters inspired by you in all her stories.
Getian is the type who won't eat anything you make unless you personally feed him.
Marsha is the type to play with your hair at night until you fall asleep.
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Truly, in the most realistic, and frankly, the most hopeless scenario of being in the game you love and almost hate with its ups and down-
You were going to die. You practically knew you would be disposed of like fodder within a horror movie, you were the side character meant to die, and none could have survived in this world, especially as a human.
At first, your rose-tinted glasses cracked when you saw how the humans in the Foundation couldn’t give two shits about an arcanist or their feelings, a broad stroke of humans just ignore them, and the arcanists that lived within the Foundation just seemed to be more like hardened soldiers, and the sickening feeling shattered your romanticism when you saw the little children being solemn, looking too much like their fate has been taken, only pawns.
Sometimes, you can really hate a game with how their lore seemed to hit you in the face, how closely similar it was to you life before.
And you were starting to go insane when you realized that you were stuck in this job, being with human bigots that claim no fear of The Storm, in fact their faces already reeked of the overconfidence of fresh faces, ready to use the system to their advantage.
It was hell, honest hell, being unable to argue against them, you were deep in enemy territory, and you were the epitome of it, as much as you hated it, you weren’t the bruiser, the intelligent mind able to bring them to their intellectual knees, you were pathetic, not the sniveling and pissed your pants kind, you were probably something worse, unable to speak out and afraid of the consequences.
Which led you to the next best thing, subtlety, or at least hiding your thoughts and spilling them out somewhere else.
The main character and her long time friend seemed to leave everyone else, it was almost expected by now, Vertin was important, everyone counted on her, it was unsettling to see her just be composed….
Maybe that’s why you wanted to join her, yet was unable to, mostly since it involved arcanists, humans being expended for such a thing was unthinkable to The Foundation. Your expression could only harden with a frustration, helplessness, and a fear for Vertin, you didn’t know when you were in this story, and frankly it didn’t seem this world would care of giving you a clear answer, only that you needed to do your job.
And so… imagine your surprise that you were dispatched to somewhere in South America, somewhere called Comala, it was strange, but with the team, and relief to hear hear that you would be joining Vertin soon after her investigation.
Being place in a small city, near a prison no less, you were nervous, not by the slightest of sounds or meek at the idea of helping, it was the kind of nervous feeling that you could be doing something, your fingers started to tap against your own palm, yet still there was the underlying fear, reluctance in joining them, not when you were vaguely aware of the events….
Maybe there might be the plot armor helping you out. I mean not like characters die in the same chapter they are introduced in, right??
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Within this prison, insanity is seen as normal.
Where the prisoners are basically free instead of caged.
But a cage was still a cage, and yet it marked the beginning for their writing, to be beyond of those who doubt them, it was admirable that they took this in stride.
But you rather be in the safety of your own home, it was indeed rather selfish to think about only yourself, but with how you have an innate disconnect with them, knowing they are nothing more than apart of a product you consume and enjoy, this distance made it easier for your conscious to…..
You shook your head, a grimace, a small pinch at your own wrist as you glanced downwards, continuing on after the moment.
The large prison, the Panopticon, it gave you the creeps, and supposedly this was where Vertin and Sonetto were, you really can feel how real the place is, lips pressed together, your eyes narrowed before squinting as a yawn made you unwillingly open your mouth, and immediately closing it after your yawn passed.
Your hand press against the wall, touching the bumps and slightly irregular areas of the bricks, the binding, the rough yet smooth surface entranced you by just how detailed they were.
From cracks to the weathered stone edges, to the floors and corners of the halls having webbing from the occasional spider occupant, the chill seeping in felt colder when the only color was the monotonous greys or off colored white.
You wrapped a hand around the other, rubbing them together to gain some semblance of warmth, deep breathes through your mouth as the scent of the air stung your nose.
Your gaze saw nothing, absent of human life, or even a presence of someone….
You could have sworn to see patients…
Your eyes narrowed, squinted with trepidation. Your breathes shallow and quick as you noticed red smoke….
Was that really red smoke?…..
Your fingers twitched, looking at the floor to see the red smoke seeping in, rolling across the floor like steam clouds, wisps that swarm, long tentacle shaped wisps of the red smoke began to slowly circle around your legs…
“What the-!?” You screamed in confusion and shock, backing away quickly as the tendril momentarily dissipated as your leg moved through it before it became tangible again, now moving more quickly while you began to turn away and run for your life.
“Oh god oh god oh god-!” You panted as you ran, the red smoke now chasing after you in droves of red wispy tendrils, you didn’t know how they got in, how it was humanly possible- yet this was a world of magic and reality warping phenomena, so it was a very much real thing that you unfortunately couldn’t rationalize as being fake.
Your shoes clicked against the floor, running like crazy as suddenly you didn’t see you were coming from, it was like the door vanished, the outside world was stripped from the inside, not allowing you to leave.
It was like someone didn’t want you to leave…
Your eyes widened as you noticed a door, opening it up with just a turn of the knob, you closed the door behind you, gasping for air until you realized the gap in the door, you curled up your extra clothes, stuffing it into the gaps just like how one might seal off smoke in those fire safety videos before backing away from it, now looking around for another door.
It was like the need for safety urged you forward, to find someone- anyone, for safe passage, for shelter from this weird phenomenon.
Your chest heaved with a sigh, opening a different door and seeing another room, only to see another door. It was like the doors multiples with each open and turn, some kind of sick inversion of a game show.
“Door number….” You said before opening a door of your choosing, a frown on your lips as you saw a dark hallway….
A whine left you, a frustrated, desperate, almost hopeless pathetic cry. You hated this. Why did this have to be so hard?
Well you guess there had to be drawbacks to loving the abstract.
You opened the door.
You opened the door.
You opened the door.
You. Opened. The. Door.
Your throat felt dry.
Hands twitched as they clasped at each other, your eyes wide with a startling annoyance that bordered on a violent urge to snap at anyone who you see next.
Your eyes twitched as you suddenly realized that you were in a new room, your eyes blinked once, then again, your pores felt cramped as your body itself ached, your legs pumping as your muscles twitched with taut exhaustion, just begging for the relief of rest.
The muscles seemed to cramp as your stagger gave way to a collapse, your body so wound up tight that it felt like it would break under its own strict pressure. Your body lay against the floor, your arms struggling to pull yourself against a desk, breathing heavily as you cling to the chair.
A gulp of your own saliva didn’t satisfy your thirst.
Your eyes wavered as you just slumped against the floor, the cold floor was like a heavy embrace, just hoping that someone, anyone, would find you.
And then your wish was granted…. Not in the way you expect.
Your eyes cracked open as you felt something, a weird tingle, a sensation that made your body tense and yet….
Your mind raced as your cheeks flushed with a mix of exasperation and frustration, was your body really getting horny now?!
It was more humiliating with the fact that you were slowly going paranoid by the lack of communication with anyone in this building, you didn’t even know which part you were in yet, or even where the exit was!
And here you are, being horny in the worst possible time-
Your thighs closed together, your face scrunched with frustration, your lips squeezed together as your mind tried to convince you to ignore the feeling and yet there was a haunting sensation in-between your thighs.
Your thighs unconsciously rubbing against each other, your breath heavy as you cursed, you were really pathetic now…
You didn’t want to look down, ashamed at the burning heat that was making your clit ache for stimulation, yet your hands bunched up into fists as you refused it. You needed to get out of here…
Your eyes reluctantly looked around, before your vision focused on a red tint……
“Wha…..” You paused, looking bewildered until you finally looked down, your expression turned dumbfounded yet abhorred by the sight of the red mist covering the entire floor like a fog, yet their were a few large tentacle-like wisps around your leg, rubbing against your clit, each rub like a lick of heat teasing your clothed cunt.
Your jaw parted from your mouth, your eyes widened before suddenly you found yourself on the floor, the red fog now forcefully dragging you away, doors opening and closing on their own like they were haunted, your hands scrambled to hold onto anything while your throat burned from the weird scent of rust.
Your eyes were so disoriented by the red mist that you have no clue on what is it that the mist was doing, why was it doing this, why did it touch you-
Your breathe shuddered as your mind hazed with a sort of lust, all that time absent of a…. ‘Affectionate’ touch to make your body content and lazy with an afterglow, yet this mist was acting like some sex-crazed animal!
Your mind snapped out its distraction, your hands now trying to block your groin from the wispy tentacles, yet they seemed to slip through like water, and punishing your resistance with more teasing strokes and your sex was getting wet, your breathes now desperately fast as your thighs clenched, you flailed until you found yourself in a dark room….
Yet that mist- the tentacles seemed to be more and more annoying.
A groan left you involuntarily as your body stiffened, your mind being more in a hazy state than full clarity, your hands trying to swat away the tentacles yet as quick as they dissipated back into the mist, they reformed into a group larger than before, they multiply with a vengeance, now what used to be just one had turned to four, and turned into eight!
“Oh-….” You wanted to curse out, to curse and scream, exasperation in your face and yet all you could mustered was a moan as the mist just pinned your body down with droves of wispy tentacles, eager to slip into your clothing and touch anything that was apart of your body.
Your body was shedding its clothes with each tentacle working with the others in order to achieve such a result, first your outer clothing, your accessories, down to your torso and pants, which thankfully had a few heavy equipment that clinged to your hips, and it was going to stay that way.
But that didn’t mean the tentacles gave up, the mist like appendages were more eager to test and probe your naked torso, your nipples being played with, your waist tickled, your neck feeling like it was being caressed by a tongue than a tentacle made out of mist.
Your eyes tried to look into the room, trying to stand up and defiantly escape its touchy ministrations, and when you finally tried, surprisingly the tentacles let go.
“Fuck…..” you cursed at last, your hands on your pants as though reassuring yourself that you weren’t fully naked, only thing was you couldn’t find your shirt or even a bra in the mist, your eyes glared before leaning away, not wanting to be dragged in again.
Your breathes huffed and puffed, feeling your thighs warm with your cum, was an orgasm really that easy? How long even was that? How even-
A growl came from behind, your eyes widened, your body froze like a predator was standing right behind you.
It was large, you weren’t mistaken, by the sound, the way the room quivered, the low rumble that seemed to be almost loud, it was right behind you yet the breathing suggested something large….
And from your sides, you say the red mist floating downwards like waterfalls of red pigment, your mind blanked out on what it meant, only it remembered being teased by those tentacles.
Your eyes slowly looked back, your body staggered as your neck craned upwards to see that the thing that growled at you look humanoid yet it was huge, way too huge……
Did it have…. Two heads?……
Your eyes widened impossibly further, your mouth agape as you saw the large faces, they looked like masks yet still uncanny in human appearance, their hair seemed to have been the cause of the red mist since it itself were blazing and lapping around like rolls upon rolls of red fog.
The masks gotten bigger- or some porcelain doll head lowered like a snake, the one with the parted mouth, jagged in its smooth like it has been split apart, it widened the distance between its mouth, a dark void of a mouth screamed danger to you, your eyes looking at it in horror and fear, your limbs not cooperating as you tried to move away, your naked body now not your main concern.
Yet the mouth moved quicker, yet instead of moving to swallow you whole, a tendril slithered out, a dark grey slimy tentacle by the looks of it, this strange tongue nuzzling against you while you gasped, trying to get away yet the red mist pinned your body in place as the peak of the creature’s tongue prodded at your exposed sex.
The sensation was slimy, it coiled and just seemed to push against you, your hands suddenly found itself touching the wall as you gritted your teeth, gasping as the salivating dark viscous grey tongue swirled subtly, yet to you they were as obvious as an earthquake.
An involuntary cry left your throat as the sensation felt like it was burning- maybe your sex was really not used to having a big fucking tongue inside your body like some kind of bastardized tentacle.
Your mouth opened and yet nothing came out, only your body responded to the touches as your slick was drooling on the tongue, the humanoid giant mask seemed to recoil its tongue with a desperation like they didn’t want to lose a single drop of your cum.
Your eyes looked around in a fevered panic, your vision blurred by the red mist until you felt something warm pressed up against your clit, it was almost as smooth as a mask, porcelain? Your head turned behind you to see the large head was pressing against you, its nose right against your clit.
Your thighs clenched around the thick ridge of the nose, your eyes shut and tense as the skin was rubbing painfully against the smooth surface of the nose.
The vaginal space within your space felt probed at, your body sore yet clenched on the thick and salivating tongue, the uncanny muscles squirming and writhing, trying to take up the warmth of muscles and slick.
And when it felt like the sensation was glazing over your mind like a haze of light, it stopped. The rush of cool air, the gap in your sex, your thighs twitched as cum thinly drooled out, mixed with the monsters saliva.
Your eyes hazed with the fulfilling touches, to feel an intensive pleasure, the wispy tentacles of the monster’s hair touching and teasing your skin, it felt so different in the texture, it was bizarre…..
Your eyes blinked as you found yourself shifting, the red mist seemed to pull you up before lips touched your sides, squishing you almost as you were picked off by the large humanoid figure.
“Wha-……. What?…” you only muttered out as your eyes were glazed over, the monster seemed to shift its head, almost rocking you in its jaws, a soft growl rumbling in its weird obscured or disembodied throat, the lure of sleep felt enticing after the stressful moments within the Panopticon… maybe you could find yourself an escape plan and find the people you need….
Though it was a waning chance now that the prisoner was taking in you as his companion……
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Featuring a completely, utterly self-indulgent cast of characters and content. Look, I’m a thirsty gal, okay
How it works:
I have a list of characters and a prompt generator. I’ll write a drabble/ficlet based on the pairing of character and prompt (not necessarily from the generator, this is self-indulgent). Day 1-15 has SFW works, while day 16-30 features NSFW works. Day 31 is a Halloween Special.
Now, welcome the stars! (characters in this Fictober):
Tennant with a reader who always struggled financially and had to work multiple jobs to survive. Since the day you guys started dating, she made sure you never lifted a finger. If you need something, just tell her, and she will find a way to bring you the moon if that's what you wish for.
Corvus, who crochets a new set of winter clothes for you every time the cold and harsh season comes. She's memorised all your measures, favourite patterns, and colour combinations.
Horropedia, who secretly spends his free time watching your favourite series and reading the books he has seen on shelves after he found out you loved romance (or something else) as much as he loves horror.
Aleph, who has always admired you from afar and is too scared to approach you in person. He spends a lot of time carefully writing perfect letters to send to you as your secret admirer.
Semmelweis, who has tried hard to get rid of her feelings for you, somehow always ends up by your side in one way or another. She believes you have cursed her or something.
Hissabeth, who has grown so fond of you, has named a most beautiful fish in her tank after you.
Gentian, who has given you one of his feathers as a good luck charm.
Medicine Pocket with a quiet reader who enjoys peace and tranquillity. They try their best not to shout around you and lower their tone when talking to you.
Tooth Fairy, who at the slightest signs of illness will insist to let her tend to you personally.
Brume, who never minds driving you whenever you like as long as you pay her with a bright smile or a good story.
Marcus with a confident reader who always seems to know exactly what to do. Around you, she feels like she could achieve anything and make you proud of her.
Pavia, who likes to make all your dates extravagant and unforgettable by bringing you to top quality restaurants, booking entire resorts, having professional chefs cook your favourite dishes, and buying a whole mountain of gifts.
