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   A/N: Hello your author here. I will be accepting requests for ships! Try to be detailed in your request (preferably a basic story outline). Now also accepting requests for headcanons!

   Ex (ship or /reader): Could you write a Kunikida/Dazai ship that's based on Kunikida comforting Dazai after an attempt, ending with fluff?

   Ex (headcanon): How about some headcanons about being in a relationship with the cast from Winnie the Pooh? No smut please.

   You don't have to be that formal but it'll get you brownie points.

   Now, I will explain some of the symbols used. As I post this on Ao3 I will forgo the symbols and just say what it is next to the title but I’m too lazy to delete the explanation of the symbols.

☁️ this is used to represent fluff stories (think happy ending and stuff you can't help but smile at)

💧this is used to represent angst (sad endings I WILL NEVER DO MAJOR OR MINOR CHARACTER DEATH anyway...)

🍋‍🟩 this is used to represent lime (implied or referenced sex but no actual act in writing)

🍋 this is used to represent lemon/smut (the actual act of sex in writing) 

   Some symbols may be used with each other, which just means that the story includes both. Whenever I write smut I will section that part off. So it would look like:

>>>Smut starts here<<<

*said smut*

>>>Smut ends here<<<

   This is so that anyone that doesn't want to read the smut can skip it, and anyone who does want to can only read it. Freaky people. Most one-shots will be third person. And most /Reader’s will be second person. Feel free to leave requests and criticisms. If I’m taking too long it’s probably because I have like fifteen drafts I’m working on.

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~Third Person POV~

   There Dogman stood with Petey in front of him pointing a weird-looking raygun at him. On the side was the symbol of a heart and overall the raygun was very pink. Petey was doing some stupid monologue. Dogman rolls his eyes as he begins to take out his handcuffs.

   Then the raygun went off. Dogman didn't feel any pain so he looked at Petey. He signs *Does that even do anything?* Petey laughs as he checks the manual. "Yes! It does! It- uh... Hmm. That's a problem. It will make you madly in love with whoever you first look at."

   Well, that was certainly a problem. Dogman felt his heart throb as he fell to his knees as a severe heat overtakes him causing him to pant. He whines as he silently curses. 

   Petey finds that his fur is standing on its end. "You... can talk?" What a stupid question. The orange cat had the dog at his whim. Petey could smell how much Dogman was affected by the raygun.

   Before Petey can do anything Dogman runs off. Fine. The orange cat glanced through the manual and saw how it warned to not make the affected jealous. Petey could do that... then Dogman would run back to him. Like a good puppy.~

~One hour later at Dogman's house.~

   Dogman groans as he collapses in his shower. "Fuck... what is wrong with you Greg...?"

>>>Smut pt 1 starts here<<<

   He hurriedly pulls down his pants gasping in surprise at how hard he is. He's never been this hard in his life. Greg shakily reaches for his clothed hardness and gasps as his paw makes contact with it. "Fuck..." He mutters. "Petey what are you doing to me...?" 

   Greg throws his head back as he slowly pulls down his boxers to reveal that his hardness is leaking. He slowly wraps his paw around his length. Greg has never done this before and it showed. His paw slowly moves up to the tip, feeling the strange sticky substance that soaked into his fur.

   Imaging that it was Petey's paw instead of his own Greg felt something unravel. He whimpered. He didn't want to let it go yet. He wanted more. "Fuck...~" Hearing his voice like this was embarrassing.

   Greg started to moan Petey's name as his hips thrust into his hand. Shit... he was close. Really close. He didn't know to what but he could feel it coming. Greg's back arches subconsciously as he lets out another moan before his paw and chest were covered with the sticky white substance from earlier. He curiously lapped at it and recoiled when it tasted salty.

>>>Smut pt 1 ends here<<<

   Dogman reaches for the shower handle and turns it on, not caring about the cold water. He just wanted to get clean. After his shower, he changes clothes and sits on the couch. Turning on the TV to distract himself. Unfortunately, Petey was on it. ... With someone else.

   Petey's voice rings out. "Yes! This is my newest evil assistant, Lin." Dogman finds himself growling. What was this feeling...? Did he feel jealous? Dogman sighs as he looks over to a knife sitting on the table. He... he could- no that's not like Dogman.

   He'd never kill anyone. So he'll just show Petey who he should be with.

~Two hours later at Petey's secret layer~

   A strong insistent knock sounds out as Petey shuts down the robot he used to pose as an assistant. Petey knew who it was. "Dogman what a nice surprise!" Dogman stares before practically throwing himself at Petey. "Greg..." He mutters. Petey tilts his head. "What?" Dogman repeats. "My name is... Greg."

   Petey smirks as he whispers. "Good boy telling me your real name." Greg moans softly as his legs shake. "S-Shut up." The orange cat smirks more. "Aren't you my good puppy?" Greg swallows thickly. 

   Petey slowly slips the collar on Dogman- Greg. Greg moans again. "Please..." Petey smirks. "Please what?" Greg whimpers again. "You know what I want..." The dog leads the cat's paw to his pants.

>>>Smut pt 2 starts here<<<

   Petey's eyes widen. "G-Greg... fuck did that raygun really affect you that much?" The orange cat looks over the manual again. Blah blah blah, amplifies existing feelings to an irresistible lust. "Shit..." Petey cusses as he picks up the dog causing him to whimper with need.

   Greg grinds against Petey. "Please... I need you." Petey nods as he lays Greg on his bed. "I know, I know. I'm going to make you feel better." Greg nods needily as he strips. Petey curses under his breath as he spreads Greg's legs.

   Petey gets a devious idea. "Bark like you want it." Greg growls but he needed this badly, it was starting to hurt... "Fine..." Greg chokes out as he barks softly. Petey smiles. "Good boy." Greg whimpers as he watches Petey grab a tube.

   Petey whispers close to Greg's ear. "Because it's your first time..." Greg swallows thickly as he watched the orange cat coat his paw with whatever was in that tube. He adverts his eyes when he sees that Petey is lathering it on his member.

   Greg blushes more as he feels Petey's paw around his entrance. "Petey..." Greg whined as Petey looks at him "Never had anyone touch you like this?" Greg nods at the question. Petey's eyes widen slightly but soften as he smirks. "Good. I was hoping to be your first." Greg swallows thickly as Petey pushes a digit in. "Fuck..." Petey shakes his head softly. "You're so sweet like this." 

   Greg groans at the comment but is quickly shut up by the second digit pushing in. Petey whispers praises right next to Greg's ear and starts to move his digits. "Petey..." Greg whined as he clawed the floor. "Could we... move this to your room?" The orange cat smirks as he keeps his digits in Greg and carries him over to his room.

   Petey closes and locks the door behind him. "There you go. Not as embarrassed now, Greg?" Greg moans as Petey's digits press against a certain bundle of nerves. "I wasn't embarrassed. I just- didn't want to get seen." Greg defends as he huffs. Petey grins while continuing his assault on Greg's prostate. "For now I'll just be doing this. Don't want us to move too fast."

   Greg's back arches as he starts to moan. "Fuck..." Greg spasms. Petey coos softly as he keeps working his digits against Greg's prostate. "Go ahead, puppy. Cum for me." Greg gasps as he feels a knot come undone.

>>>Smut pt. 2 ends here<<<

   Greg gasps softly after what just happened. He blushes as he sees the mess he left on Petey. "Sorry..." Petey chuckles as he kisses, or tries to, Greg. "It's alright love. ... I guess we won't be fighting anymore."

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~3rd person POV~

   It was a dark stormy night. The perfect night for Batman to be on the prowl. The problem? Bruce Wayne had exhausted himself to his limits. Yet here the man was. In his stupid costume. He hadn't slept for a while due to the surge of crime in Gotham City and his symptoms were showing. Bruce swore he heard a laugh but when he turned no one was there. Despite Bruce's body pleading with him to let him rest, he pulled the cowl onto his face and now he was committed to being Gotham's crime fighter tonight.

   Batman jumped down into the alley below, hand resting on his batarangs. He looked around, There was no one in eyesight. At least Batman hoped, About a day ago he started to see shadows due to his sleep deprivation. As he exited the alleyway he heard a familiar laugh causing the bat to whip around. "Oh, Batsy.~" The familiar voice called. Batman grabs his batarang but misses substantially. The missing part isn't abnormal for the bat. He tries not to harm Joker.

   Whenever Batman misses it's usually just by a hair. It seems that Joker notices this. "Seems you're off your game Batsy. No worries I'm not here to pull anything. Promise." Joker purrs as he places his hand on Batman's shoulder. "You can't fool me, Joker. I know your tricks. You can't pull the same surrendering trick again." The bat bellows as his gruff voice echoes off the small alley's cramped walls.

   Joker's smile stretched from ear to ear as he snickers. "Oh Bats, Bats! You know me too well! For once I'm serious though." Joker turns away from Batman as he laughs. "I noticed that you haven't been... at a hundred percent in our fights. I, as your greatest enemy, would know what that looks like." Batman didn't like where this was going as he didn't want to be lectured more. He's already been lectured by Alfred about how unhealthy pushing past his limits is. "Not interested Joker." 

   Joker frowns for only a second before he smiles again. "I wasn't asking. Tell me... I have connections. I can do anything." Batman scoffs and scowls as he feels his body beg for sleep. He could toughen it out. He's fucking Batman. Criminal fighter and hero of Gotham. He didn't need sleep. He couldn't sleep with all the crime. Only when Joker was right in his face did Batman realise that he was zoning out. "Batsy... please just tell me." Joker pleaded as his smile softened. Batman felt his guard lower, his body pleading louder than ever.

Batman scoffs but he quietly gruffs out. "If this is a trick, you're dead Joker." He looked around before leaning against the alley wall behind him. Batman starts explaining everything. How he hasn't slept in days maybe even weeks because of how rampant crime has been in Gotham lately. Being Gotham's only protector makes it impossible to relax when crime is this high. Joker sat and listened. He may be the clown prince of crime but even he could recognise when someone was past their limits.

Joker stayed silent for a while after Batman was finished before he finally spoke. In a surprisingly calm voice. Usually, his voice is manic. His c-shaped hand clinked together. The plastic on plastic was the source on the clinking noise. Joker reached a hand out to Batman. "Remember when we saved the city together...?" Batman looks at Joker's hand. He hesitantly reaches out. Their hands clinking together and connecting.

   Batman looks away as he grumbles. "Don't think this means anything, Joker." Joker chuckles manically as he smiles widely. "Of course. Just like how the flush on your cheeks means nothing." Joker throws his head back as he laughs louder. He was enjoying seeing the tough Bat less standoffish. Batman grits his teeth as he huffs. His face, or what is visible of it, twists into a sneer. "You are the bane of my existence."

   The clown prince of crime shoves his face closer to the cowled bat. "Aw, are you saying what I think you are? I knew I was your greatest enemy!" Batman grabs Joker's face. God, he couldn't believe he was doing this. "I... Hate you." There he had said it. Now all that was left was to make sure Joker knew how the Bat meant it. So Batman gives the crazy clown a quick peck on the lips. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, long enough to transfer Joker's red lipstick to Batman's lips.

   Joker stood in awe for a while before a crazed smile broke out onto his face. He starts chuckling then giggling and finally laughing. Then his white face turns as red as his lipstick. The clown prince of crime takes deep breaths before he finally manages a response. "I hate you too." Joker said it more sweetly than he meant too but it was fine. Anyone else would look at the too and think they were crazy but the two men knew exactly what they meant. 

   Even if they weren't saying it directly. Batman softly grumbles. "If you wouldn't mind using your so-called 'connections' to get me a break." Joker's smile softens to a sweet one as he holds Batman's cowled face. "I'll get on it Bats. I don't want you going Batty yet."

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~2nd person POV~

   You had decided to go to the art museum in town. It was the grand opening and people from all walks of life were going to the museum. The museum was even gracious enough to offer tickets half off just for the grand opening. You decided that it was too good of a deal to give up so you had planned this a couple of days ago.

   You were in some comfortable clothes. Since it is hot outside you figured it was best to not bring a jacket. Assuming that it would be the same temperature in the museum. Parking your car (or walking to the museum) you got a glimpse of just how grand the museum is. As you step out (or don't if you wanted to walk) you come face to face with a white marble staircase. Perfectly pristine with absolutely no trace of any marks– yet.

   There were workers welcoming each patron that walked in, including you. You nod politely as you step in and get blasted with cool air from an AC. You should've brought a jacket... At least it was better than outside in the heat. Still a shiver went down your spine as you buy yourself an all day pass. Or at least as long at the art museum is open. You finally get to see what sort of exhibits are on display. It's a same you can't touch any of them, you enjoy feeling the craftsmanship beneath your fingers.

   It was no big deal. You could still enjoy just looking. You pass by a little girl with brown hair that was wandering by herself. You thought about asking where her parents were but you figured her parents probably trusted her enough to wander alone. So you kept walking around looking at the various art pieces. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a tall lanky man with dyed purple hair. You could see his darker roots in fact. He didn't quite look like he belonged in an art museum given his... odd choice in clothing.

   It was no matter of importance though. He wasn't intruding on your enjoyment of the museum. You move on to the next piece and suddenly there was a black out. You heard everyone rushing to find the entrance but you could barely keep standing. You had no clue why but suddenly you were very light headed. You felt as if you were going to pass out. Only as you feel your body falling do you realise that you are passing out.

   You awake to an unfamiliar room. The only familiar thing in the room was the art hung up on the walls. You recognise a lot of it as being from the museum. Looking around more, you feel something in your hand that you didn't register before. A rose that was your favourite colour. How strange... Walking around aimlessly for a while you run into the same small brown-haired girl from earlier. Has she been wandering on her own in this strange world?

   You approach her carefully. Trying not to frighten her. "Hey little one... what are you doing here?" The girl looks at you. She speaks very softly. "I'm looking for a way back." You nod like you understand what she means. "I see and what's your name, kid?" You see her shifts as she mutters out. "Ib." You are briefly taken aback by her odd name but shake Ib's hand. "I'm [Name]. Is it okay if I join you?" You introduced yourself before asking the question as you didn't want Ib wandering alone.

   Ib tilts her head before she slowly nods. "Okay. Mister. ... Miss? ...What are you?" You chuckle at her innocent question. You weren't sure how to explain it to a child but you did your best. "I'm neither. Most people use Mx for me. But you can just call me by my name, Ib." The girl looks at you as she nods. While she doesn't understand the why, Ib was always taught to respect others so she would call you whatever you wanted. Ib wrings her hands together. "Okay."

   You two continue on your way until you find the tall lanky man from back at the museum. He seemed out of it. Ib ran off to 'find something'. She disappeared out of your sight before you could catch up. So you stayed with the strange man. Absentmindedly you began running your fingers through his hair. It is soft... Comforting almost. You sit by him for a while until he jolts up suddenly causing you to  stumble back in surprise. "Ah!" You yelp. Ib walks back into the room and to your side. Holding a vase of water with a blue rose in it.

   She hands the rose to the man. He looks between you and Ib. "Is she your kid?" He asks. You quickly shake your head trying to explain. "Oh- Ah- no she isn't. I was wandering around this strange place and I bumped into her. I saw that she was alone so I joined her." You smile as you ruffle the young girl's hair. She cracks a smile too as she introduces herself to the man. "My name is Ib." The man nods as he awkwardly clears his throat. "I'm Garry. Nice to meet you." Garry then looks to you.

   You sheepishly blush as you remember running your hand through his purple dyed hair. "Right... You can just call me [Name]." You say as you hold out your hand. Garry shakes it causing you to blush. You two hold hands in the handshake for longer than necessary. Causing you to pull away and clear your throat. Red... your face has to be red. Garry was wringing his hands nervously as his palms get sweaty from nerves.

   Ib looks between you two and she keeps walking. You see this causing you to clamber to your feet and go after her. "Ib, don't wander off!" Not too far behind is Garry. Once the three of you have been reunited again you take a second to pant. "Ib. We don't know if this place is dangerous. You can wander off like this." You huff as you pinch your nose. You glance over at Garry finding him panting with a slight flush to his face due to his exhaustion. You tear your eyes away quickly before any thoughts about how this made you feel could form.

   Ib deadpans at you as she whispers. "You are so obvious, a ten-year-old can pick up what you can't." You turn bright red as you quickly waves your hands in defence of yourself. "No, no. It's not like that!" Ib raises an eyebrow as she turns to Garry. "Mister Garry, what do you think of Mx [Name]?" You try to stop Ib but she doesn't stop. Garry blinks as he looks away. "I guess they're cute..." You turn bright red at the compliment as you try to appear normal. But you end up stumbling over your words. "Gee, uhm, that's really, well, you don't have to– ah..." 

   Garry briefly makes eye contact with you before you feel the softest shove by Ib causing you to stumble on top of Garry. Your lips connect with his during the fall. As the two of you hit the ground you quickly part and try to apologise. You feel Garry's soft hand on your check. "What....?" Hesitantly you lean into Garry's hand. "It was nice... I wouldn't mind another." You feel your face burn. If you weren't red already you would be now. You slowly move your face closer to his. "Yeah... is– is that so?" 

   You close your eyes and tilt your head as you connect lips with him again. Letting yourself enjoy it this time. You couldn't quite pin the taste of Garry's lips but you didn't care as it was good. You slowly part and open your eyes. "Was that good?" Garry smiles as he blushes. "It was perfect."

~Time skip to the good ending cuz I ain't writing all that.~

   You woke up lying next to a statue. As you got up you see the art museum around you. Did you pass out? Faint flickers of memories flash in your mind but you push them away until you see him. A strange lanky man. ... Garry. All the memories come rushing to you. You run and tackle him in a hug. He's confused at first but he eventually recognises you. Garry breaks out in a wild smile as he holds you even tighter. 

   You kiss him over and over again. Garry laughs as he playfully pushes you back. You stop but not before giving him a softer kiss. "So... we're lovers now, right?" You hesitantly ask. Garry's eyes soften with affection as he whispers in your ear. "Nothing would make me happier."

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[Leshy, Scrybe of Beasts]

This scrybe is at first hidden in shadow except for his eyes which turn into yellow and black spirals when he talks. When revealed he is shown to be a plant-like being. Having light green skin. His bottom half of his face is covered in, what appears to be, leaves.
In this makeshift beard is a small (3 or 4) collection of brown mushrooms sticking out of it. The leaves on top of Leshy's head makes it look as though he has a receding hairline, much of his forehead is exposed. Branches with leaves stick out of this portion.

• Leshy would call his SO (Significant Other) sweet things. IE: Honey, Cutie, Love, Dearest, etc.
• However some of his pet names can be a bit more weird. IE: Bunny, Champion, Mine. Just words you wouldn't immediately associate with being meant towards you.
• Leshy is rarely touchy however after the "deletion" he gets more touchy. However he is still more for quality time and acts of service.
• Sometimes him and his SO will just sit in the same room in silence. Being alone together.
• He is very hesitant with kisses given... everything about him. So Leshy prefers when you kiss his hands.
• Finds it funny to wear the boss masks (Trapper, Trader, Angler, and Prospector) to make you laugh.
• Leshy enjoys playing his game with you and occasionally will make it easier to see you smile.
• Automatically calls you his partner but will change what he says if you ask him too.
• Leshy doesn't tell the other Scrybes you two were dating until he gets your permission to.

!NSFW! (Not Safe For Work)
• Leshy accidentally did the voice for one of his bosses while you were pleasing him and he was embarrassed for weeks.
• Gets needy very easily however he does very well to conceal it.
• Leshy doesn't care whether he's submissive or dominant; top or bottom. He cares about being safe and respectful to each other.
• Refuses to do it raw either way. He always wants to make sure whichever one is receiving is prepared.
• Makes soft grunts usually.
• Big on aftercare.
• Melts of you say his name or title. He doesn't even know why.
• Leshy tends to make it a game.

!End NSFW!

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[PO3/Po3, Scrybe of technology]

This scrybe appears to be a robot. Seen floating of the ground as it has no legs. It uses its screen to display its many faces. All a light blue with a slight glow. Its head is boxy and mostly sharp corners to make up the face. However the bottom two are rounded. Po3 appears to be damaged and/or dirty. with what seems to be oil dripping from where its neck connects to its torso/chest. One arm is more claw like while the other is a crank.

^HCs^
• PO3 isn't open with its affection at all. In fact it is quite mean when you two first started dating.
• It takes at least two months to warm up to you. Only then PO3 will show you affection.
• Doesn't like PDA (Public Displays of Affection) at all. But it will show you a lot of affection–far in the relationship– away from the other Scrybes
• Rarely calls its SO pet names. But when it does PO3 uses common ones. IE: Honey, Darling, Sweetheart, etc.
• Can't give kisses due to its screen but appreciates being given kisses on its screen. However asks you to clean it after.
• PO3 prefer physical touch and words of affirmation. Although if you are earlier in the relationship will insult you. (Doesn't mean it)
• Can play music for you. Once played the wedding march as a joke.
• PO3's faces change with its emotion, as in game, but there's one with softer blue lines on its cheek to stimulate blushing.
• Never tells the other Scrybes you two are dating, you will have to.
• It will call you its Player 2 however knows that is odd and, with complaints, will change it.
• PO3 doesn't make its game easier at all. If anything it makes its game harder.

!NSFW!
• Wire play.
• It is an absolute brat but quickly starts begging.
• Sub but pretends to be dominant.
• PO3's screen sometimes turns off while doing it.
• Degrades you but as soon as it starts begging it turns into praise.
• PO3 is very needy if you get it in the right context. It doesn't hide its needy-ness well.
• Its moans are robotic beeps. And its voice glitches the longer you do it.
• Could not care about you doing it raw but if you want it to top it can't do it raw.
• Passes out/turns off as soon as you two are done.
• Sometimes crashes when it finishes.

!End NSFW!

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[Grimora, Scrybe of Dead]

This scrybe has a more feminine appearance. Her eyes glow a soft yellow and she wears a simple cloak that buttons all the way to her neck. Her face has black marks that appear like tears on her cheeks. She also seems to be older by her wrinkling. Her lips are covered in black lipstick.
Her hair is up in two connected buns with some stray strands of hair sticking out onto her face. Her skin appears to be a lightish grey colour. On top of her hair she has some kind of garment, perhaps a cloth or crown, with a skull on it.

^HCs^
• Grimora has a soft voice and calls you sweet pet names. IE: Sugar, Doll, Angel, Love, Sunshine, Pumpkin, etc.
• Gives the best hugs out of the four Scrybes.
• Grimora shows her affection very openly and uses acts of service and gift giving mainly.
• She is very openly to cuddles and kisses though.
• Never raises her voice around you.
• Grimora likes to be by your side and whenever she isn't she will talk to her ghouls about you.
• When the deletion was happening she played her first game with you and after everything was recovered she asked to play another.
• At first she was angry that everything was recovered but upon learning that the Old Data was gone she was less upset.
• Grimora gushes about how cute you are to anyone that will listen.
• She enjoys running her hands through your hair if you'll let her. If her SO doesn't have hair she'll rub their face.
• Grimora will refer to you however you'd like but defaults to partner or lover.
• She doesn't adjust her game unless you are struggling to beat a boss.
• Grimora accidentally lets it slip that you two are dating and immediately apologises to you.

!NSFW!! (Not many I don't like writing nsfw for women.)
• Covers her mouth.
• Doesn't care what position she is.
• Is hesitant to do anything not vanilla.
• Grimora likes to cuddle afterwards.
• Clean freak once it's done.
• She likes to be able to look at you.

!End NSFW!

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[Magnificus, Scrybe of Magicks]

This scrybe is incredibly weird. His eyes are a very light yellow with blue, green, and red circles that overlap. These circles are only the outlining of the iris which is white or the same light yellow. He is glitchy, as in semi pixelated.
Apart from his eyes he is covered head to toe in dark faded green fur/hair. When revealing his arm it is shown to be that of a skeleton. Honestly don't know how to describe him further...

^HCs^
• Due to how... awkward it is to kiss Magnificus, he prefers to spend quality time with you and give you affirmations.
• He also enjoys surprising you with a gift in the form of a painting.
• Introduces his students and if you worry about how they're treated he treats them better for you.
• Magnificus is always very warm so expect warm cuddles.
• Gives you advice on how to play his game.
• He enjoys painting you.
• Magnificus doesn't often use pet names, opting to use your name but sometimes calls you his muse.
• Writes love letters and leaves them around for you to find.
• He keeps forgetting to tell the other scrybes that you two are dating.
• Magnificus doesn't mind PDA but he won't initiate it.

!NSFW!
• Loud af. (As fuck)
• Gets pleasure from pleasing you.
• As his anatomy and physiology are difficult to understand.
• Magnificus would worship you all night and the next morning act like you're the one that worships him.
• Open to trying more kinks but is mostly vanilla.
• He does like being bounded however.
• Magnificus prefers oral.
• Constantly touching you throughout it.
• While he doesn't care what role he plays, sub or dom– top or bottom–, he prefers to do whatever will bring his SO the most pleasure.
• Enjoys aftercare only because he pampers you. Refuses to do anything for himself.

!End NSFW!

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~2nd person POV (it'll make sense dw)~

   You grab your controller and see the choice pop up on the screen. Go with Berdly to the festival or sing the wrong number song. You have so far been doing the pacifist route as you couldn't bring yourself to kill any of the Darkners. So you flicked the soul icon over to the go with Berdly choice. The bird goes on to speak about having to fight for his love or something like that. You just wanted to see what sort of funny things happened.

   So now, a day later, the soul you were controlling was there. Floating in front of Kris, the vessel for this soul. You weren't sure if Kris could even survive without the soul as they seemed slow without it. Kris, however, insisted they didn't need you. Or well, the soul. Options popped up again. You picked one that said; I won't control you during the festival, but I also don't want you to drop dead. Kris stared at the soul before finally lowering their head in registration.

   ~3rd person POV~

   Kris grabs the soul and forces it back in. They stand still for a while. Almost as though waiting to move against their will. But they don't. At least they had control. Even if Kris had to do something so stupid that they wish they didn't. They were tempted to bail but at that thought Kris's arm moved against their will. Guess they can't do that. Kris seemed to get the unspoken idea that if they bailed or cancelled that the soul would control them. 

   If Kris wanted control for the day or maybe longer, they had to go with what the soul wanted... Unfortunately, the soul wanted them to go to the festival with Berdly. They looked around their closet for something to wear other than their usual sweater. But Kris didn't see anything that called to them so they just grabbed their sweater. Kris shuffled downstairs from their bedroom to the bathroom. They checked their hair. Yep, still covering their eyes.

   Kris felt a slight tug. ... Seems like the soul is getting impatient. They sigh as they drag their feet to the door only to see their mom inviting Berdly in. Curse the Angel... Kris was tempted to rip out their soul right there and then. But... Surely Kris could make it one hour. The soul made them step closer to Berdly. Dang it... they were going to have to spend the whole day at the festival, aren't they? Fine. Just because they get to be in control.

    Kris fixes their sweater as they stare at Birdly. The soul made Kris talk which Kris doesn't like since they don't speak for a reason. So they just raise their hand in a greeting to the bluebird. Berdly scoffs. "Back to being silent, I see." Kris couldn't stand Berdly's voice. They shrug as they head to the door. Kris hoped that if they walked fast enough maybe Berdly would lose them. They exit their home with Berdly behind them. Well there goes the plan of having Berdly lose them. Kris mentally groaned to themselves as they walked downwards to the other houses. 

   The festival took place in the main area of the town and for the day the roads were blocked off. Kris saw the festival just down the road. They really did not want to do this... Whatever fine. Berdly started talking about the deep history of festivals and how that corresponds to gaming. Kris simply tuned the bird out and nodded. To appear like they were listening to him.

   Which is how Kris found themselves having to win something for Berdly because they unintentionally agreed to it. So much for tuning him out. Kris groaned as they approached a familiar looking game. It was some sort of rhythm game. Some guitar hero shot or whatever. Kris could feel the soul trying to control them. They couldn't talk with the soul they'll seem crazy. Plus they don't like talking. The soul pleaded. "Please I'm so fucking good at guitar hero. Imagine the carny's face!" It cries. 

   Kris stops. Thinks about it. From the high record they assumed it was a hard song like Through Fire and Flames or something similar. It would be really funny to see the carny's shocked face when someone won when it's clearly supposed to be rigged. Kris shrugs as they resign to their fate. The soul, if it could, was beaming. "I promise I'll give control right back!" It says as it takes control of Kris. It moves Kris like a puppet but with more articulation. Kris could feel the cool guitar. After all they still had some basic control of their body.

   The soul waits for the music to start up. Kris has guessed right it was Through Fire and Flames. Kris felt their hands move to the buttons. The soul preceded to not miss a single note. As soon as the song was done the soul relinquished control and Kris could move again. They turn to the carny and fully enjoy the look on their face as they grab a prize. Kris gives it to Berdly since they don't want it.

   However, this seems to make the bluebird happy. Berdly suddenly covers his face, beak?, with his wing. Kris glances over as they notice the lack of Berdly's annoying voice. Suddenly they feel a wing on their hand. For the first time, Kris pays attention to what Berdly is saying. "This... is the nicest thing anyone has done for me. Thank you, Kris." Kris stops in their tracks as they look at Berdly. The blue bird seemed to be embarrassed and he almost ran into Kris as he didn't realise that they stopped walking. "What is it Kris?" 

   Kris almost never talked before the soul. They just didn't see the need for talking. Kris only ever talked with close friends or their family. The soul however seemed to like to make them talk with everyone. Even that weird skeleton at the supermarket. However, Kris found themselves speaking out of their own volition and not because they had to. "You said it was the nicest thing anyone has done for you."

   The blue bird looked at the human. Berdly opened his beak then closed it. Before eventually speaking and carefully choosing what words to use. "I... yeah, yeah you giving me this prize is—by far—the nicest thing anyone has done for me." Kris slowly nods. They slowly they wrap their hand around Berdly's wing. "Your wings are soft..." Kris said softly as they look away. God they weren't supposed to fall for Berdly! They're supposed to hate this. ... Even if the soul will control them tomorrow, Kris enjoyed today. Maybe Berdly isn't too bad...