monty

i figured I should probably actually say that because I don't have anything to do at the moment... (unemployment...i do have class but its only one for asl <\3) i do write nsfw, but absolutely not for any underage characters, and I don't feel comfortable just aging them up. here's all the fandoms I will (try) to write for (there are obviously characters in each one that I probably won't be able to write for, but it's worth an ask! chances are I'll try anyways):

Overwatch (2? I still just say Overwatch)

Psychopomp

Persona 4+5

Arcane

Regretevator

Dark Souls 1-3, Bloodborne, and Elden Ring

Dead By Daylight

Various slashers (Leatherface, Ghostface, Vincent Sinclair, ones I know)

i really don't understand the hate for vendetta :( her character is awesome its just her design needs a little..pizzazz especially as a fighter

Dating Vendetta would include…

Constant fear for her safety. Considering she’s a colloseo fighter (turned Talon leader), every day is a battle, literally. Marzia comes home every day covered in scratches, bruises, and gashes, yet shows no discomfort in the face of them. Sometimes your doting annoys her - deep down she’s more guilted that you worry so much about her well being. But at the end of the day, coming home to someone to care for her is the highlight of her day

LOVES to spoil you–with a catch. She doesn’t believe in indulging, or gluttony, so as long as it’s something you’ll use, something reasonable, she’s more than willing to splurge. A new $1000 winter coat? She’s seen the raggedy one you wear now. An expensive laptop? Your work is important, she knows that. Those designer shoes you saw? Okay, maybe not a necessary purchase, but God, you lit up like a damn beacon when you pointed them out on that shelf. Being the daughter of the (former) big wig of a terrorist organization, financial burdens are something of a myth to her, and now to you, something of the past

You don’t often go to watch her colloseo matches, but the one time she convinces you to, she puts on more of a show than usual–unnessecary spins, the occasional glance at you, and of course, a spectacular finisher

After she becomes head of Talon, you immediately gain status alongside her–the remaining members are to treat you with the utmost respect, and you’re always by her side

By her side is an understatement anyone who comes into her office finds you both cuddled up on a sofa

On that note, she isn’t very open to PDA, mostly because she’s invested in keeping her reputation after building up to it, but that doesn’t mean she’s ashamed of you. Quite the opposite–in lieu of PDA is her gloating about you, making sure everyone is aware that yes, you are taken, and yes, you are the boss’ significant other

Pardon my amateur-ishness for this one, i have never taken a request nor done scenarios like this in this format, but i find it really fun !! and apologies for the long wait im aware its been like 2 months LOL i totally forgot… AND if anyone is horribly ooc i apologize again - elden ring lore i am not the best versed in, but this is all for fun anyways

Morgott (Margit), Mohg, and Messemer accidentally wack you with their tail…

Morgott

Having initially disliked you, he didn't want to immediately check on you

You've been through worse, he knows that

And  you have quite a bit of armor

But goodness he is big and of course it would be rude not to check on you even if you are just an acquaintance he tolerates moderately

So with such brute strength (and how tiny you are compared to him) he doesn't say anything before he yanks you to your feet

Only for you to immediately stumble and fall back

“Foul tarnished, must you be so dramatic?”

When you don't say anything he notices a dazed look in your eyes

Brief concern

Until you start chuckling softly

“Gods - you should watch that thing more carefully,” you tease, and he helps you to your feet once more

Morgott stammers, clears his throat, and lets you grasp him for just a moment longer to steady yourself

“Your comfort is not my responsibility. You need to be more vigilant, less…frail” 

(your comfort is, in fact, his #1 priority)

(he even cleared the guards from the front of stormveil castle just so you could linger about collecting materials for various crafts)

“I am not frail” 

And of course, he lets you get the last word

Mogh

Mogh was pleasantly surprised when, even after discovering the…plan with Miquella, you stuck around

Even trying to help him

And even going so far as to dote on him

Sure, Miquella was his consort 

But who was stopping him from sharing his attention with another? 

He rather enjoyed the treatment he received from you anyways - affection he hadn’t bore witness to since…

A rather long time, he hated to admit

He hated even more to admit that he enjoyed you even when you weren’t completely at his beck and call

So when he turns to address you, standing just a bit too close, he doesn’t notice the way you’re standing directly in the path of his tail

Instantly are his hands hoisting you up to sit on his tail

He inspects every inch of you, even as you swat him away, softly laughing, insisting that you’re okay - just a bit stunned

Yet he insists that you must be in the best health

Only to continue to worship him (and Miquella), of course

You are his, and his alone - which also means you are his responsibility, for the time being 

A sentiment that you are, in a world such as this, tremendously grateful for

Messmer

With his tails being literal serpents, it happened quite often that one would accidentally poke you, prick you, or simply crack against your nose 

The first time it happened, you'd seen an expression you hadn't seen on his face before

Concern?

A strange emotion to be coming from someone such as himself, for someone so...puny, such as you

Yet every single time Messmer would apologize and assume the nurse role 

The couple times the snakes have bitten you he takes responsibility and cleans you up

He’d swore himself to be more vigilant, to be aware of how close you are to him, where you’re standing at all times

You think it’s rather amusing how paranoid he is now 

If he doesn’t see you in his direct line of sight, he’ll instantly go on a swivel 

Only for you to be in another room completely, laughing as you witness his antics

“What a mongrel, you are, tarnished,” he growls softly, glaring all the while

“You’d be rather bored without me, I suppose”

pairing: venus (psychopomp) x reader

Real world tip: Your coworkers are not real. Your boss put them there to keep you company while you lose your mind!

word count: 1229

venus as requested!! i dont think i captured her pre-awakening self all that great but it was fun to write :P

“Hey, are you, like, okay?” 

Vena’s attention snaps over to you. She had been taking drag after drag of her cigarette, right down to the butt, and now the ember was burning dangerously close to her fingers. You were already on your third, with her only on her first. 

“Fine!” She says, but her wide, hollow stare tells a different story. “Just fine.” Her jaw is clenched so hard it’s a miracle her teeth haven’t been expelled from her mouth.

“You out of cigs? Want another?”

“Uh - no, I-I have some.” 

You absentmindedly reach out to fix her collar. Work had just been let out, which meant you and your peers could finally, after a grueling 8 hours, abandon the squeaky office chairs and buzzing lights overhead in favor of some fresh air. Ironic, considering your daily after hours smoke break you took with Vena. You heard that only 10% of smokers actually get cancer from smoking. You mentioned this to Vena. At the time, she thought it was funny. Recently she had found the thought rather frightening. Uncharacteristically so. 

“What’s up with you today?” 

Vena brings the lighter to the stick between her lips, but doesn’t light it. 

“Um,” she starts, as if to begin a sentence. 

“Um?” 

“Don’t know.” Her cigarette is swiftly returned to its spot in the carton. It’s almost full. She runs her hands through her blond hair. It certainly did not look brushed today. 

“I just, er…There’s…” Vena’s hands wring themselves together. Your eyebrow raises with a slight head shake, a silent, well? 

“I have to get home. Gotta. Do stuff.” 

“It’s only 5:10.” You frown. “Stay a bit longer. Stuff can wait, right?” 

Vena frantically shakes her head. “I have to go.” 

Your mouth falls open, and your hand raises in protest. Vena is already scurrying back to her car, which, as of late, had been parked as far away from the building as possible. 

“Are you going to that - that meetup at the bar later?!” You cup your hands around your mouth after abandoning your cigarette. Vena barely spares you a glance - no answer. “Well, okay…” 

Your coworker was always a bit strange - dark sense of humor, weird routines, that much everyone knew. But in the past 2 weeks it’s almost like she had seen or heard something that had been plastered in the front of her mind indefinitely. An eldritch horror? Did someone die? Surely not. Shifty eyes, riddled with paranoia, excessive nail biting, too many coffees? Nobody knew. In fact, you weren’t sure anyone had actually noticed how off Vena was acting. You thought to bring it up, but then your evident affinity for the strange blonde would only be affirmed, much to your chagrin - and to the delight of your coworkers. 

You didn’t suspect she harbored anything towards you in particular. Being the oddball she is, it was apparent she acted the same way towards everyone else as she did you, though your peers would beg to differ.

You sighed. What a stupid thought! 

That night you passed up the bar on your way to Vena’s house. You hadn’t told her you were going over. You supposed it was a bit rude to just show up to someone’s house uninvited, especially one you hadn’t known for the better part of a year, but who could turn away a guest with gifts? 

The clock read 7:30. More than enough time for her to do whatever it was she did when she was home. Come to think of it you’ve never quite seen any hobby-ish items around the couple of times you’ve been there. Her bedroom was quite plain, personal bathroom a bit messy. Nothing that had really screamed, ‘this is my personality and I’m going to plaster it all over my apartment’. Perhaps she didn’t find pleasure in personal hobbies, but more so in external interactions.

You pondered this thought as you slammed your car door shut. So much for a surprise. 

The curtains inside briefly swish open, then are quickly shut. 

“Bad timing…?” You mutter, trudging up the steps to her door. 

Before you can knock, the door swings open, a hand darts out, latches onto your arm, and drags you inside. You almost drop the bag of food. 

You squint, trying to adjust to the interior. There are no lights on except for the ones in her bedroom, and every window has been shut off from the outside world.

Vena is but a faint figure in front of you. You can’t see the way she’s grinning, or the object that’s on her head. 

“Look.” Her silhouette becomes clearer as she directs you to the overwhelming washed out light. Her vice grip hasn’t once let go of your arm.

“What’s going on? Why’s it so dark, and…what the hell are you wearing?” 

Vena presents herself with a flourish, once you can see her. She dons a helmet, almost like the ones you’ve seen in war movies, yet this one is…decorated. A radio dish and antennas stick out from the top, while the lower ends are adorned with strange flags. 

“Uh…” 

“This is it,” she beams. Vena trembles with what you presume to be excitement. “It’s done.”

“What is ‘it’?” You back away, but Vena’s arm shoots out to keep you in place. 

“I call it,” she pauses for dramatic effect, “‘Machine that lets me read people’s minds when I want to’”. 

“Sorry?” 

“Psychopomp for short.” 

“No, I mean…” You gesture vaguely. “What’s it? For?”

“Well,” Vena begins, pushing past you to retrieve something from the kitchen, and you watch with great concern and mild interest, “I’ve discovered that everyone has been keeping one big secret from me, so I made this helmet to read their minds.” 

You raise your brows. “Oh? How did that work out for you.” 

“It didn’t let me read their minds,” Vena drawls, “But I do know there are catacombs under every government building now, and I’m going to make sure I explore every last inch of them.” 

“Yeah?” You can’t quite tell if she’s joking or not. Who would let a joke like this go on for so long? “Um…like an escape room, or?”

She turns, now wielding a hammer. 

“I don’t understand.” Vena advances towards you, but you’re confident she’s not going to use the hammer on you. Rather, her hand extends to touch your hair, and her eyes turn just the slightest bit thoughtful. Maybe she’s thinking thoughts. You, strangely enough, don’t find her action unusual or even repulsive. “What are you talking about?”

“You don’t understand,” she pants, a nervous smile growing on her face. “But I do. I understand everything!” 

Vena presses her cheek - or rather, the side of her helmet, against your face. The metal is cold. You shiver, but not from the steel. She pulls back, gaze raking over you once, twice, thrice. Inspecting you, like an athlete would a trophy.

“Catacombs full of creatures, secrets, everything that I didn’t know about. From now on–” Vena releases you and prances towards the door, failing to address your very awkward presence in her home,  “–I will not allow any more secrets to be kept from me, or you.”

The door swings open. You aren’t fast enough to stop her from bouncing through the threshold and into the night.

pairing: mercury (psychopomp) x reader

Real world tip: You will never get ahead in life if you doubt yourself for even one moment, nor if you slow your pace for others.

word count: 584 oh mygoood i saw the post for psychopomp 2 as i was writing this and am freaking out im SO EXCITED ♥

ps proof that ill literally write about anything we know next to nothing about mercury and i only know that i like him

“So what does the pup have you doing today?”

Mercury strides along with you in tow. The sun beats down on him uncomfortably, and he can feel sweat gathering under his heavy suit jacket. You seem unaffected, strangely catlike eyes just as bright as ever. 

“Gathering the others for a meeting.”

“Meeting ‘bout what?” 

“I’m not sure.” 

“Then why are you–” 

You’re interrupted when Mercury begins to talk to someone. A woman in a hood, speaking nonsense about snakes and the like. Mercury ignores most of what she says, opting to inform her as soon as possible of her needed presence. As soon as he turns back to your beaming face he’s met with more chatter.

“Then why are you gathering them?” 

Mercury doesn’t answer. His odd face–admittedly, you can’t discern if it’s truly his face or a mask–betrays the slightest hint of annoyance. 

“I bet you don’t even know.” 

“Don’t you have other business to attend to?” 

“Not really.” 

He’s walking fast, faster than you can keep up, like his very life depends on this ‘mission’. A nail is clutched tightly in his gloved hand. 

“Also, what’s the nail for? Why’s your face like that? Would you slow down?!”

Mercury finally spins on his heels. His ‘eye’ resembles something of a half moon. Fitting, considering the current state of your solar system. Can it really even be considered a solar system? There’s no sun. What constitutes a solar system, anyways? 

“You’re making it harder for me to finish what I’m supposed to do. Do you understand that?” Mercury hisses. His ‘pupil’ darts around frantically. “We don’t have much time.”

“How do you know?” 

“I can feel it. Now leave me be. I have to finish this.”

“You want me to go away?” You pout. He hadn’t noticed your strangely animal-like ears until they began to droop. You’re surprisingly easy on the eyes, unlike some of the others here. “I met you…5 minutes ago. Don’t you want to talk more? The others around here aren’t much for conversation. Plus, I’ve been here longer than you! I can tell you everything about everyone, and–

“Okay. I didn’t say that. I just need you to make yourself…less known.” His face contorts, then settles into one of dismay. “I don’t indulge in gossip, and neither should you.” 

“Gossip is fun.” 

“It’s unnecessary.” 

"Okay."

You hum along, now pleasantly quiet. He’s slowed down a bit, and though he’s still walking at a hurried pace, you’ve found that simply holding onto his jacket has proved a worthy method of keeping up. He doesn’t mention it, nor does he seem bothered by it. Not that you would care. 

With each new creature he meets, provided they’re friendly, Mercury continuously shakes hands with them, a gesture you find wholly uncalled for. 

“Can I talk?” 

The abstracted man sighs, and smooths out the wrinkle your sweaty fingers have indented into his jacket sleeve. “What is it?” 

You think for a moment, staring freakishly hard at the void that should be his face. 

“Why do you keep shaking hands? You can always just say hi, and wave, or even just smile. Though, I guess you can’t really smile, can you? But still, I think the eyes smile when the mouth doesn’t, or so I’ve heard. What do you think? Me personally…”