Hi everyone. Sorry for lack of updates, my ability to focus feels like it's flown out a window and I am trying my best to lock in. As an apology, I offer you all crumbs of a Lobcorp fic I'm working on slowly. (By the way, if this is posted as a fic, it'll come after I finally finish my requests. I SWEAR I'M WORKING ON THEM--)
Let's start off with some points of familiarity:
Do you know those Self-Aware Genshin Alternate Universes (SAGAU)? It once was something I consumed a lot of content of. For those unaware, they were all essentially self-aware Genshin Impact AUs, but the characters viewed the player as god. Often in these fics, there would involve an "imposter" with the true god/creator (the main character) having golden blood.
Furthermore, do you know of death time loops? If you read a lot of Shiny-jr content or watched Happy Death Day (or it's sequel), you may be familiar with this concept. Essentially, the main character is stuck in a time loop. Yet, unlike the traditional time loop, the main character always dies to reset it. And there always seems to be a limit to how much they can die...
Now what if we combined these concepts? The worship and self-aware aspects from SAGAU (with some golden blood) with a time loop where the deaths take their toll, yet vague memories remain in almost all when the reset comes... and mix it in with Lobotomy Corporation and add a toss of yandere into this mess.
Intrigued yet? What if I introduce you to our cast? (Spoilers for Lobotomy Corporation's story under the cut)
A Malkuth who resents never quite being your favorite, desperately trying to overcompensate to earn your approval once she learns of your identity.
A Yesod who desperately tries to avoid getting attached, but breaks in the end and spirals out, clinging to your flesh like rot.
A Hod who endlessly seeks your validation, your praise, your confirmation that she's "good". And anything less never ends well...
A Netzach who's given up. Who can't understand why you haven't. Who allows your care to worm into him, who makes him want to make you stop. It doesn't matter if to him you are a god, you don't deserve to keep pushing yourself when all it does is lead to suffering.
A set of Tiphereths who each take a god in this midst with wildly different views. A Tiphereth B who smiles and continues to break, but is pleased to see the Creator. A Tiphereth A who resents this god for never doing anything to help before, but she can't stop her other half from trailing after you, so she follows.
A Gebura who resents you. Who meets you and watches you fail every expectation she had. You're a pathetic thing to her, but you remain a constant. She'll inevitably cave and come to care. And this time she refuses to lose what she cares for.
A Chesed who calmly watches you keep hoping, keep trying, keep putting in effort when it means nothing. Unlike some others, he won't attempt to change it. Merely smiles, offers you some more coffee, and waits for you to inevitably break. He understands you, and perhaps that's why he can't stop caring about you.
A Binah who always fully anticipated meeting you someday. The Head always planned for the technology to bring you into this world. It would not have been in a situation like this, but she is not responsible for this. She's content with watching you suffer from afar. Even if she cannot remember your deaths, nor will she bring suffering to you herself, there's something that pleases her in watching a god slowly fall to the depths. To be degraded just as she was.
A Hokma who cares for you just as he cares for A. Who sympathizes with your struggle and yet does not interfere. As Benjamin, he was unable to interact with you. And now, in this form, he feels undeserving of you. And he always will.
And for some other stars:
An X who doesn't recall why he deeply admires you. Perhaps it's the snippets of A being twisted into another form. Perhaps it's always been there. Yet, nonetheless, he takes upon a fake name and seeks you out. Even just a word from you to him makes all this suffering seem worth it. Perhaps this shall change once he remembers. Perhaps not.
An Angela who is the only one to understand your suffering. She is the only one to remember the cycles alongside you. To watch you die again and again and again, and to watch you wake up when it resets. You are the only one who understands her suffering, just as she is the only one to understand yours. And when the day comes she can finally interfere... you'll have quite the part to play in it.
And a selection of some miscellaneous Abnormalities <3
I hope you'll enjoy the finished product, if I ever manage to get it out. :]
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dante x reader who’s chronically ill and been having a rough time perchance 🙏
DANTE X CHRONICALLY ILL READER.
( the way i have several chronic illnesses its like this ask was catered to me HAHAHA
i'm gonna just self project methinks. also, sorry. my brain could not compute a plot! )
you can feel the concern in dante’s gaze as you limp away after hours, their clock head following you. you wish that you knew the problem this time- did you overexert yourself? did you forget to stretch? should you have used your cane a little sooner? ugh. needing to keep track of everything is such a damn pain. exiting the main bus through the backdoor, you begin to make your way to your bedroom. however, a hand gently makes its way to your shoulder before you can turn that doorknob.
tick, tick, tick..
were you injured?
the question initially catches you off guard. injured? you pause to internally assess yourself. no bleeding, no bruises, no broken bones.. you shake your head, and dante’s posture relaxes a smidge. you wonder what has them so tense.
“uh, no. i’m pretty sure if i had been, your clock did the job.” you assure, offering them a wry smile. “is something wrong, manager?”
dante hates when you refer to them as something so impersonal. they’re grateful to not currently have a face, knowing that their current expression would betray them.
tock, tock, tock.
no, it’s just.. you’re limping a little?
“oh!” you almost laugh, mirth dancing in your eyes. “that was why you’re all worried?”
your head tilts briefly. well, you suppose it’s only natural for the person in charge of you and all of the other sinners to fret at least a little, right? you swear the following ticks come a little faster.
i.. well, yes. but-. right. this is a chronic pain thing. their clock would not aid if they were to turn the hands back. is there.. anything i can do?
you raise a brow. sure, dante has their moments of worry, but you don’t recall them ever necessarily going out of their way to help others. whatever. you suppose it’s not worth ruminating on.
“my heating pad,” you begin to say, “it’s.. one of the ones that you put in the microwave. would you mind popping it in for a minute?”
dante grants you an affirming nod, following you in your room in order to retrieve the heating pad. their footsteps momentarily falter. your room is messier than usual- clothes strewn across the floor, socks sticking out of your drawer.
you offer them a sheepish smile. “between missions, i just.. haven’t quite found the energy to clean. uh, sorry.”
it’s alright, comes their soft-laced concern. it happens, right? they’re just glad that it was them to have witnessed, and not someone as willing to scold as outis. you’re just as sure that you would have certainly been lectured.
they watch you rummage through several piles of clothes before coming upon the heating pad, of which you hold out towards them. their fingers brush against yours as they move to take it from your grasp. you don’t miss the way they tense, perhaps unused to being touched. you pause for a moment, recalling the comradery between the others. seldom has dante ever been included.
moving a hand, you gently rest it upon dante’s forearm. the muscles of their limb tense before relaxing, their posture eased.
hello! i love your writing! could you please write sancho x affectionate f!reader headcanons?
( this is likeee assuming its pre limbus.. smiles! the reader’s bloodfiend name is inamorata, but sancho calls you by your name! sancho is tsundere. trust me bro.. i don't feel like i got her cadence right Idk 💔 )
SANCHO CAN NEVER SEEM TO STOP YOU FROM CLINGING TO HER. she’s attempted plucking you from the back of your collar as though you were a stray kitten, attempted to shut herself in one of the many rooms of la manchaland to tend to paperwork and the like. however, no matter where she flees, you find her.
“ sancho~. ” your voice merrily calls, and a flush begins from the blonde’s nape.
“ whatever do you need? ” she questions you with faux grumpiness, a hand lifting to rest upon her hip. why aren’t you like the other higher bloodfiends? where is your thinly veiled contempt?
“ you. ” you chirp, arms lifting to drape over her slim shoulders. “ you’ve been avoiding me agaaaain.. i need my sancho time, you know? ”
“ p.. puh.. pardon? sancho time? ” she manages to sputter, countenance flushed an indignant pink. “ you.. say the most absurd things. i am a very busy woman, (y/n)! “
“ so? i can’t sit on your lap while you do paperwor?—— ” her hand pushes into your face, and you laugh. “ alright, i’m sorry! ”
” you.. i’ll permit you to sit in the room, but don’t distract me! ”
she removes her touch from your countenance, but uses the same hand to grab your wrist and tug you along with such a feverance that you know she missed you as much as you missed her.
