#animaniacs x reader

[wakkytoon]

Yakko Warner x reader

Yakko was just reeking havoc on the other toons in the Warner bros studios as always, until he saw y/n sitting alone on the bench . He walked up to them and smiled. I’m yakko! He sticks his hand out, waiting for you to shake it. Y/n looks smiles at him and shakes his hand. I’m y/n.

Yakko chuckles and smirks as he says. What’s a pretty little boy like you doing sitting here all alone? Y/n blushes and sighs. My friend ditched me, we were supposed to go to eat dinner at a fancy restaurant but, they kinda went without me. Y/n looks down. Why would anyone pass up an opportunity to hang out with someone as cute as you? Yakko asks curiously. Ehh they do it all the time. Y/n laughs sadly. Yakko frowns at Y/n and makes an offer. I could hangout with you if ya want. Yakkos tone is much Softer now. Y/n smiles shyly and looks at yakko. Really? Yakko laughs. Of course, I know what it's like to be left out of things by friends. Yakko smiles at y/n. Y/n says. Ok so what are we gonna do? Yakko thinks and then gets an idea. Hey, how about we go to my place and watch a movie! Y/n nods and smiles at him. That sounds fun!

(At yakkos place watching the movie)

Y/n and yakko are sitting on the couch as y/n leans their head against yakkos shoulder, yakko looks at y/n and smiles.

This was a great idea! Yakko says with a grin. Y/n giggles and agrees. Yep! Y/n snuggles closer to yakko as the movie ends. Y/n asks yakko. Can we stay like this, it's kinda nice? Y/n says shyly. Yakko chuckles. Sure I don't see why not.

[audaciousacolyte]

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• My name is Joan

• I really enjoy writing and drawing!!

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◇ Fluff

◇ Angst

◇ Hurt/comfort

◇ Headcanons

◇ Platonic relationships

◇ Queerplatonic relationships

◇ self-inserts x characters

◇ OC x characters

What I will NOT write:

♤ Explicit gore

♤ Explicit NSFW (BORDERLINE NSFW is alright)

♤ Anything kink related

♤ Hardcore Angst (ex. Character A dies in a dramatic/tragic way, while Character B is left to mourn)

♤ Anything trauma related, such as SA or abuse

♤ Anything related to SH or su!c!de

Fandoms and characters I write for:

《|| Animaniacs ||》

• Yakko Warner

• Wakko Warner

• Dot Warner

《|| BABQFTIM ||》

• Bendy

• Boris the Wolf (platonic only)

• Cuphead

• Mugman

• Felix the Cat

《|| Epic Mickey ||》

• Mickey Mouse

• Oswald the lucky Rabbit

《|| Homestuck ||》

• John Egbert

• Dave Strider

• Jade Harley

• Jane Crocker

• Roxy Lalonde

• Jake English

• Dirk Strider

• Karkat Vantas

• Aradia Medigo

• Tavros Nitram

• Sollux Captor

• Nepeta Leijon

• Terezi Pyrope

• Vriska Serket

• Equius Zahhak

• Gamzee Makara

• Eridan Ampora

• Feferi Peixes

《|| Lego Monkie Kid ||》

• MK

• Mei

• Red son

• Sun Wukong

• Macaque

• Nezha

《|| Sonic the Hedgehog ||》

• Sonic

• Shadow

• Amy Rose

• Knuckles

• Tails

• Rouge

《|| South Park ||》

• Stan Marsh

• Kyle Brofloski

• Kenny Mccormick

• Eric Cartman

• Leopold Stotch

• Wendy Testaburger

• Craig Tucker

• Tweek Tweek

• Tolkien Black

• Clyde Donovan

• Jimmy Valmer

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

[railwynn]

Rida and Yakko are back baby! Was finishing Season 3 of Animaniacs and it reminded me of the OC I made years ago ;w;;  Props to people who remember this pair XDD

[roxannefrostfox]

This is the boi that sustained me through Highschool. Both the episodes from the 90’s and 2020’s. I had a lot of comfort characters growing up, but no one takes the cake like Wakko Warner swallowed it whole and left nothing behind.

Love for my boi, he deserves all the cuddles from Roxy as a thank you 💙

List your favorite and least favorite episode from the series:

Episode 7, 2020: My favorite

Episode 6, 2020: For the love of all is holy… burn it. It never existed if I ignored it.

I haven’t rewatched 90’s series yet, but I’m getting to it… maybe.

[maki-matsurra]

I was wondering if you could write something where Yakko asks the reader out, but the reader is worried about getting in the way of his special bond with his sibs?

Howdy, Anon! Thanks so much for your request!

AWWWW! This is such a cute idea too! I love this!

Hope you like it! Sorry for the wait! The reader uses they/them pronouns!

Want to send in a request? Start Here!

(Y/N) continued to type away on their computer in the lot's cafeteria, seemingly in the zone with their work and ignoring everyone who walked in, out, or stayed to eat and chat with other workers and actors.

That was until he came in.

"Hellloooo (Y/N)~"

They finally looked up from their screen, a look of confusion on their face until it was replaced with a smile. "Hey, Yakko! You're done early."

"HA! I wish. I'm just on break right now. Have to go back to shoot a scene where I'm in Antarctica with a greedy Polar Bear here in a few minutes. I actually came by to ask you something."

Having his full attention, (Y/N) closed their laptop and pushed it aside, leaning on their forearms with a smile. "Alrighty. Shoot."

"You know how we've been going out for lunch for a long time?"

"Yeah, of course!" They replied with a wide smile, making Yakko nod, blush slowly creeping on his cheeks. "I was wondering if you wanted to go on another one... As a date... And at night."

(Y/N)'s (E/C) eyes widened in shock, blush creeping on their own face as a smile grew. They quickly nodded, but soon stopped as something came to their mind...

Yakko was very close with his little siblings. He practically raised them and took care of them. Their bond was close, so they felt like if they started seeing Yakko like that...

Their smile soon fell as they sunk into their seat, causing the toon to look at them, concerned. "Wha... What's wrong?"

They hesitated a bit, trying to find the right words. "I... I would love to go out with you, Yakko... But..."

"But...?"

They soon sighed and gestured to the toon. "You have a really good thing going with your sibs. You're close to them... Family. But if I started seeing you and messing with that..."

Yakko watched them with concerned eyes as they let out a sigh. "I just don't want to ruin that for them... For you."

The toon quickly took hold of their hands and swiped a comforting thumb over their knuckles, causing them to look up into the toon's eyes, a soft smile on his face. "Hey... You know my sibs absolutely love you, right? You treat them well... They already think of you as an older sibling."

"They... They do?"

"Yeah! So don't worry about them... They'll be a-okay with it... You have my word."

They soon bit their lip, seeming like they were still on the fence about their decision, but as soon as they looked back up at Yakko's face, and saw his puppy dog eyes, caused their heart to melt and a soft chuckle to escape from their lips.

"My house at 8?"

"I'll be there at 7~"

[rageing-fangirl]

YAKKO X READER

TW Smut TW

Summary: you and your boyfriend (yakko) got into a play-fight and you pinned him in a leg-head lock and he started getting ideas

"Tktktktktk" Yakko teased tickling your sides, trying to win "EEKKKKK Nohohoho!" I squeak out, squirming and trying to escape the tickles, I squirm away and pin his arms on to the cowitch "oof! hmm...y'know, you're pretty cute when y- *squeak* NO! *giggles*" I begin blowing a raspberry on his neck to shut him up. He started to squirm a bit too much and I had the bright idea to choke him. I jump up and wrap my legs around his head, what i didn't notice was that my pussy was right up in his mouth. I knocked him onto the floor and counted "1…2…3…and (reader) wins!" I screem out and try to get up but hands stop me. "Hm?" I look down at him and see his face is red. *loading, loading, loading* OH. I gasp and my face turns red

"O-oh! Yakko!" I say looking down at him. My thoughts started running but get cut off. *kiss… kiss…kiss* He's kissing me!?!?

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Request / Character Guidelines

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welcome to my blog my dear. tis here that i write fanfiction because my new dnd campaign is not yet finished and my creative writing class didnt live up to the hype

my name is casey

he/him she/her

you're welcome to talk to me, tag me in things, ask me things, block me, ask that I reblog something, etc

it's so much swaggier of you to reblog than to like

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I'm trying to restart my account which was @febreezecommercial until i got locked out so pls pls interact so i can get my ppl back ty<33

[kittyundercover1]

👋HELLO!!👋

I’m KittyUndercover, but you can call me Kitty or Kit for short.

To sum up my entire existence in three words: I’m a nerd.

I love cartoons, anime, graphic novels, comics, manga, drawing, writing, collecting trading cards (Pokémon, My Little Pony, My Hero Academia, etc) collecting Funko POP figures, you name it!

I’m interested in quite a lot of shows and fandoms which include:

Animaniacs

Blue’s Clues (& You!)

Bluey

Craig of the Creek

Elliott From Earth

Imagination Movers

The Amazing World of Gumball

The Wiggles

Wild Kratts

+ more!

I write OC-related stories as well as x readers from time to time (I don’t do requests for x readers):

The Girl From Virginia (Craig of the Creek)

Wattpad

AO3

Springs and Sunsets (Animaniacs) (Oneshot)

Wattpad

AO3

Broken Base (Elliott From Earth) (Oneshot)

Wattpad

AO3

The O Twins (Odd Squad)

Wattpad

AO3

Four Leaf Clover (Wild Kratts)

Wattpad

AO3

Lavenders and Lilacs (Lachy x Reader) (The Wiggles)

Wattpad

AO3

Concert (Bluey x The Wiggles Crossover)

Wattpad

AO3

My Art/OC Book

Wattpad

My Art/OC Book 2

Wattpad

Shall we Dance? (Imagination Movers x Reader) (Oneshot)

Wattpad

AO3

The Lone Inventor (PAW Patrol)

Wattpad

AO3

Today (Lachy x Reader) (Oneshot)

Wattpad

AO3

Imagination Movers x Reader Episode Insert

Wattpad

AO3

If you have any questions about my OCs, feel free to ask anytime!

List of my OCs and Personas:

Tammy Fitzgerald (The Amazing World of Gumball

Cammie (The Amazing World of Gumball)

Kaitlyn (The Amazing World of Gumball)

Kix (Animaniacs)

Tinx (Animaniacs)

Pix (Animaniacs)

Jaxson (Animaniacs)

Haven Sharp (Craig of the Creek)

Holden Sharp (Craig of the Creek)

Heaven Sharp (Craig of the Creek)

Gabriel Sharp (Craig of the Creek)

Nebula (Elliott From Earth)

Nevaeh (Human Nebula) (Elliott From Earth)

Era (Elliott From Earth)

Everett “Groundbreaker” (Elliott From Earth)

Clover Hallows (Wild Kratts)

Iris Hallows (Wild Kratts)

Aster Hallows (Wild Kratts)

Oakland (Odd Squad)

Orlando (Odd Squad)

Double Spark Cookie (Cookie Run)

Mya (PAW Patrol)

Marie (Bubble Guppies)

Pomegranate (Ben & Holly’s Little Kingdom)

Kit Wiggle (The Wiggles)

Mover Kit (Imagination Movers)

Kallie & Lightbulb (Blue’s Clues (& You!))

Connie (Little Einsteins)

Elizabella Alanis Moreno (Handy Manny)

Julia Matthews (Handy Manny)

Dana Daniels (WordGirl)

Lauren Daniels (WordGirl)

Cadet Kit (The Aquabats)

Cheshire (The Aquabats)

Trixie “Tricksy” Pixie (The Aquabats)

More places to find me online:

AO3 - KittyUndercover1

Art Fight - KittyUndercover

Instagram - kitty.undercover

Spotify - KittyUndercover

TikTok - kittyundercoverr

Wattpad - KittyUndercover1

YouTube - KittyUndercover

Master-link for all my social media accounts to make it simpler if you want.

Thanks for reading!

[sheepinthebigcity]

okay fine. ALL OF THEM. GO.

YOU'RE INSANE (am i even in that many fandoms)

the character everyone gets wrong

mad ducktor. enough said

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

i'm presuming they meant dom or sub in this regard anyway i feel like all my faves are like lame ass switches and honestly i am SO tired of seeing them as always dom. boring behavior.

3. screenshot or description of the worst take you've seen on tumblr

honestly i'm just tired of seeing takes in 2023 about my girl faves and how they're annoying and get in the way of either yaoi ships or selfships...

4. what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

not to go back into ducks again but i remember when the animaniacs reboot dropped i made a mutual with this super annoying person on twitter who kept talking about yakko warner and milk and about a week later an acquaintance of mine asked me how long i knew them and then said "we think that your new mutual is cannedtins"

5. worst discord server and why

im not in bad discord servers im normal 0:-)

i do have a lot of osc and em servers muted tho <:-D

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

a looooooot of shippers are annoying LOL. as far as not freak ships go, i sure do have a lot of hate in my heart for fenro... but are fenro fans annoying.... idk. i curate myself a lot.

WAIT NO JOIKE GOD THOSE GUYS ARE SO ANNOYING

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

i CANT just say mad ducktor again.... but honestly? 4 and X bfdi.....

9. worst part of canon

closing time being canon to catch 22

10. worst part of fanon

i hate when fanon unanimously agrees on a gender and sexuality headcanon for a character especially when it's one i relate to and i could make their gender and sexuality so so so so much weirder...

11. number of fandom-related words you've filtered

at least a dozen? i dont like a lot of popular fandoms.

12. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

i feel like all my unpopular faves are unpopular for good reason. i may not like the reason but im alone in my happiness.

anyway fanny bfb you should like her because she has a rough exterior and a soft interior.

13. worst blorboficiation

the guys from one but i dont mind too much because it's one.

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

i see a lot of x reader shit and it always feels like every reader is like. the same 19 year old girl. and man we're different in every way.

15. that one thing you see in fanart all the time

cat ears

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

honestly i guess i get it bc they're both protags but spifan... it's kind of... BORING to me! no offense to ppl who do like it but i find myself more into prufan and pacome x zorglub....

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

sheep in the big city fic and art that doesn't suck

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

honestly i'm in so many fandoms where there's a hero x villain old man ship and in SO MANY OF THEM it is ignored.... SAD!

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

let's just say there's a certain ship that goes against so many of my principles and yet i've shipped it for over a decade and got good friends to ship it too and leaf it there

20. part of canon you found tedious or boring

whatever the hell fireafy was doing in nubfb

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

clive dove professor layton. unwound future has better aspects

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

i think ppl should pay more attention to misa in death note

23. ship you've unwillingly come around to

i used to hate mei x red son from monkie kid and now it's my top otp LOL

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

"stop watching kid shows" these ppl aren't watching kid shows they are JUST watching owl house if they were wathcing kid shows i'd have someone to talk about rocketeer 2019 with

[wakkytoon]

Fandoms i write for: Beetlejuice the musical, animaniacs, looney tunes (Platonic only), rockafire explosion (if that fandom even still exists lol)

What I will not write: smut

[toontails]

Toon Quest

Chapter 12: It's All in Your Head

Y/n fiddled with the bow in her hands, she tightened and fixed the strings, sitting in the bed facing away from everyone. She felt Spunk hop onto the bed and lay down. Panchito was already asleep in her spot—for whatever reason, he would have been up by now, but crazily enough, he was asleep still. And she was certain it was because of the walk to and from their far off location. 

Mugman, Felix and Donald left into town to do more work considering Y/n would be going to the town's training this time, she decided not to tag along because of the sick feeling in her stomach. Cuphead had left shortly after to chase the 3 down when he woke up late.

Y/n didn’t bother to wake up Panchito, if he was still asleep then clearly it was for a good reason. She wanted to go trail off to Ruck to talk about the nervous feeling in her chest but she was certain he would either just toss her in the training hall to face the troubles head on, or just simply tell her to suck it up. But she didn’t want to. She held the quiver between her legs as she placed the bow on the bed, and picked up an arrow before picking up the damp towel near her and wiped away the dirt from the arrow. At Least if she planned on using it for archery training today, she might as well have her stuff look presentable. The last time she’s seen her contestee’s they all witness her get beat to bloody mess. 

She didn’t want to go back there, the sheer feeling of embarrassment was wavering around in her head like a flag. Even the constructor didn’t like her too much. 

She was proud of herself with how many minor achievements she made yesterday, but they would amount to facing the staring eyes when she walks through those doors today. She tried to have that suck it up attitude like Ruck always seemed to give, but it would only last for mere seconds before she would deflate into nothing but anxiety. Her fingertips felt cold as she wiped away the dried mood from the arrow. 

The sound of nails scratching against wood caused her to flinch and quickly look over to the floor, but it was only Spunk stretching. His nails accidentally brushed against the wooden floor, creating that familiar scratching sound. Oswald—who was seated on the couch near the door, noticed her sudden frightened movement and looked at her, her back facing him. 

“Are you okay?” He asks. Y/n glanced over her shoulder over to Oswald and nodded silently before looking back at her arrow and continued to clean it, it seemed her silent reply wasn’t enough. Oswald slowly stood up from the couch and walked over to Y/n. Walking over to the side, his eyes traveled down and watched as she placed the first arrow back in the quiver and took out another one to clean it. He slowly lowered himself down onto the bed and sat beside her. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks. Y/n flickers her gaze to him and deadpans. “Going back to training is going to be so embarrassing.” She responds. 

Oswald slowly nods his head—he immediately knew what she was referring to.

“Plus..I’m exhausted. I was going to go help out in town. But—I’m sore, and I gotta go to the training there—not to mention. I don’t even want to go head on with Stinks again. Jeez, that guy has some issues.” She muttered, she placed the arrow back in her quiver and looked at Oswald who was staring at her. 

“I dunno..if you ask me you seem paranoid.” Oswald states and Y/n was about to open her mouth to disagree, but she slowly closed it when she thought about it. With recent events, it was understandable that she would be on edge 24/7. Leaving town was already bad enough with the state she was in and her last unfortunate one sided brawl. Only to fall into another one here in the offlands. Which was Stinks. 

Having so much responsibility and eyes on her just for being a Vendolez, to getting dragged through the mud by some guy, not once but twice on multiple occasions. Having to make sure things were okay back at home and adapting to this new world. And not only that, adapt to being a hero because the book assigned her to, it was a lot for her to handle. 

“I guess I am.”

“Rest then?”

Y/n fell silent and looked at Oswald before smiling. 

-

Panchito wakes up from his sleep and slowly opens his eyes, Spunk had found comfort sleeping near his head. Panchito didn’t mean to fall asleep for so long, but Atleast he felt energized. When his eyes trailed over, he spotted Oswald and Y/n on the couch, they were asleep. The human laid on her side, half off Oswald and half on the couch, her leg over his as she laid on his shoulder. Oswald was fast asleep as well, he had an arm wrapped around her, his fingers gently pressed against her back, his ears hanging off of the couch. A blanket that was tossed over them before was slipping off as Oswald’s other hand was hanging from the couch. The two seemed utterly exhausted.

Panchito sits up from his position and smiles at the two, Spunk waking up soon after, looking up at the rooster who had looked at the two asleep on the couch.

He didn’t wake up the two—as he was certain they certainly needed the rest. 

-

Y/n walked next to Ruck who was silently listening to Y/n speak—who was mainly talking about what different foods she could make if they went shopping, despite her days she’s been through, she’s been starving for a meal, she ate, but she was really looking for some fries, for whatever reason. 

Once they reached the training arena, Y/n stared at the entrance where the contestants were walking in, some laughing around and joking around with each other, ready to begin the morning. The small nap Y/n took with Oswald did give her some energy, but that seemed to be quickly drained away when she deadpands at the building and sighed through her nose. 

“I was told today you’re going through two courses, archery and the obstacle.” Ruck starts and Y/n turns to look at him, her hands wringing the quiver trap in her hands. 

“Right..” she muttered. 

“You go below the percentage of 10, you’re kicked.” He adds and Y/n furrowed her eyebrows and glared at him. “You don’t have to be rude about it—“ 

“Not by me, dumbass. I’m talking about the finale. They cherry pick certain ones to fight in warrior falls.”

Y/n felt her heart sink to her stomach. “What..?” 

She glanced back at the building and back at Ruck. “But I can’t—I just started training, if I mess up, I won’t even get a chance to step a toe to the finale stage. All of this would be for nothing if I get kicked out immediately.”

“You’re a fast learner, you adapted pretty well in my eyes.” 

Y/n silenced herself for a moment. Her hands become clammy and cold at the thought of failing her only chance. “Ruck, I’m serious. If I go back to everyone and tell them I failed the only objective out for me, I’ll look like an idiot.” 

“I think you worry too much about what others think.” Ruck grumbled. Y/n stared at him once more, her eyebrows lifting up ever so slightly. 

“You. Go in there. And just do it. The outcome will be what you make it if you keep pondering over it. Now go, I heard they’re giving you your uniform for the contest.” 

“What’s the point if some people might get kicked?” 

“Don’t ask me that.”

Y/n slowly nods and her eyes flickered back over to the building. Ruck didn’t move from his spot he was standing it was evident that he was planning on staying outside until they actually started training. 

Y/n took a step back and turned around and started towards the building, but her feet slowly came to a stop. She eyes the building before looking back at Ruck, who had seemed like he was about to turn to walk off but he stopped in motion when he saw her turn back around. 

“Can you come in there with me?” She asks him. Ruck furrowed his eyebrows at her question, Y/n glanced back behind her towards the building and back to Ruck. “I don’t want to get my uniform by myself.” 

Ruck sighs and brings a hand up to his eyes to massage them in a frustrated manner. 

“Please.” 

He heard her add. Ruck removes his hands from his eyes and walks over to Y/n and soon past her. “C’mon. Christ you’re gonna give me a headache..” 

“Yes!” 

-

The man at the vendor booth hands out a uniform to one of the contestee’s—with beads and jewels—made with rich fabrics, Y/n stood in line with Ruck, she was looking around at the other contestee’s, their uniforms all were so creative, with designs of tiger stripes and zebra patterns. Y/n couldn’t wait to receive hers, Ruck didn’t say much other than stand beside Y/n and wait in line with her. Once they reached the vendor, the man looked at Y/n and raised an eyebrow. 

“Oh, hi, haven’t seen you before.” His eyes slowly slid down to the yellow paper on the booth top, looking at the various names of the contestee’s that he knew by heart and not once had he seen Y/n before. 

“I’m Y/n.” Y/n responds. Placing her hands on the bar top, rocking back and forth on her feet. 

The man silently read over the paper of names, his eyes squinting as he tried to find the name. Y/n seemed to deflate at that, was she not on the list? 

“Erica, Nora, Coü, hm…Zazu..”

The man mutters different names as he reads down the list, Y/n eyes kept flickering down to the paper and then at the man and back at the paper and then back at the man until he finally finds her name. “Ah! Here we go, Y/n.” He taps the name where it was placed all the way at the bottom of the paper. 

Y/n pressed her lips together. “Great..” 

The man turns around and scavenges through a wooden bucket of clothes, moving some stuff out of the way as he sorts through everything. Y/n glanced at Ruck who was busy looking somewhere else to pay attention. 

“Here we go.” 

Y/n immediately turns back to the man and smiles in excitement to see her costume, but what was placed in front of her, was first a brown shirt—that seemed similar to some sort of tube top—but around the neck to resemble the neck of the shirt was a short brown poncho that was made of a thick fabric, black fringes dangling from it. A hood was attached to the poncho, down the poncho was a black Aztec like pattern. 

Unfortunately it was attached to the shoulderless shirt underneath, not that it mattered as the poncho ended right above her ribcage. The pants ended right above her knees and had no design other than the straw like fringed running down the sides of the pants. 

Y/n blinks before looking at the man. 

“This is it?” 

“Yep.”

Y/n brings a hand up and takes the clothes in her arms and nods her head at the man. “Thank you.”

-

Y/n walks down the hall with Ruck and stares down at the clothes in her hands. 

“This looks dumb, everyone else has some cool stuff. I look like some old Wild West character.” 

“Everyone’s costume has a meaning because they customize it every year. You get a standard one because you never entered Warrior Falls before.” Ruck informs in an attempt to not hear anymore of Y/n’s ranting. 

The two stopped at a door—which was the changing hall, Y/n stood in front of the cobblestone corridor and looked at him. “If I look dumb, I’m not wearing this.” 

Ruck raises an eyebrow. “And I would care because..?” 

Y/n blinks before walking into the changing room. 

Thankfully there was no one in there. Most of the contestee’s had already changed in their uniforms as Y/n was the last one out of everyone in line, she didn’t mind though, she would get peace and quiet to herself until she could mentally get herself together. The changing room looked similar to some High School gym locker room. Minus the lockers. 

The wooden benches were laid and separated by some rooms of even more benches, slowly placed her bow and quiver against the wall, And glanced at the mirror on the wall ahead of her. It was like a public bathroom mirror, the room was dim—the sun coming through the tainted blue windows above near the ceiling. 

Placing the clothes on the bench, she stared down at them and placed her hands on her hips. 

It was the time she had to think, would she spin out and lose this only opportunity? Or actually try out there. She felt confident she would do something right. But that thought in her head kept telling her it would be best to back away and just let the opportunity go. But she couldn’t. 

Y/n picked up the poncho and shirt and gazed down at it, clutching the fabric in her hands tightly. 

“What seems tiring and impossible right now, will feel like a walk in the park the next day..” she whispered to herself. The assuring words that played in her hands. Closing her eyes she took a big deep breath before exhaling. 

-

“Ruck, look.” Y/n walks out of the dressing room excitedly, her quiver and bow in hand, but she immediately stopped once she saw him standing with the others.

Meek, Don, Felix, Donald, Panchito, Oswald, Cuphead, Mugman, even Bendy and Lucy.

Y/n froze in her motion at the sight of everyone standing there. Lucy looks away from Ruck, who was speaking and turns her gaze to Y/n and immediately smiles. 

“Oh! You look wonderful!” She exclaims. In her palms she was holding two wooden boxes, she quickly placed them on the ground and rushed over to Y/n, her hands flying over to Y/n’s poncho and fixing up the neck of the collar and then the hood. 

 “I knew yours wouldn’t have a meaning to it, that’s why I bought paint!” She starts. Y/n had her mouth open as her eyes flickered to everyone. 

“Great…what’s..uh. What’s everyone doing here?” She asks. A hint of nervousness swelling in her chest. The one chance she had to actually make an effort and everyone was there. 

“Finale picking. ‘said it was a towns viewing for who’ll be in the finale runner ups for the contest.” Donald informed nonchalantly. 

“So this is basically a contest for the ones losing—well—I dunno, a part one from what I’m guessing.” He adds on. Y/n’s heartbeat immediately started hammering in her chest. Her mouth slowly closing at that information. 

“Great..” she whispered. 

“Oh don’t worry! I’m sure you’ll do great out there, it doesn't matter what happens out there. We’ll be here.” Lucy smiled before she motioned towards the boxes on the ground. “I’ve bought paint so you can customize your uniform.” 

Customizing her uniform was the last thing Y/n was thinking about, she was mostly now focused on actually having to try to get some good points up there to make it past this hurdle. She’ll be damned doing all this work just to be tossed out of the game. 

“Yeah..” Y/n muttered in a distracted manner. 

“I dunno, if you ask me. I think some of them will be disqualified after the first round..” Mugman points out. His gaze fixated on a girl in the training arena struggling to pull the arrow back on her bow, when she did it immediately shot from her weak fingers and the arrow was sent flying lord knows where from his view. 

Mugman shakes his head and looks at Y/n. “I believe you’ll do fine.” 

“Been trying to tell her that for the last hour.” Ruck pipes up and Don nudges the man. “Give er’ a break. She just got her ass kicked by that skunk fella.” 

“Which won’t happen again.” Cuphead quickly says and Donald chuckled. “Where’s the guy by the way?” He asks and Y/n immediately shrugs. 

“I dunno. Haven’t seen him, and don’t plan on wanting to.” She grunts, it was clear she was starting to become agitated. Shuffling on her feet before placing her hands on her hips. She felt Lucy’s hand cautiously place on her shoulder—like she didn’t know if she could touch Y/n or not. Y/n turned her gaze and looked at the girl. 

“Let’s get you ready for the course, no?” Lucy gives her a smile. “Customizing your uniform is supposed to resemble what you’re fighting for. Many of the contestee’s have different things they’ve added to their name to showcase throughout the contest.” 

So that’s why Y/n’s costume was blank. Not that it didn’t look perfectly fine as is. 

“Oh that is cute, it is like your own little journal. But you can wear it..in a weird way.” Panchito drawls. Y/n’s eyes flickered down to the small boxes on the ground. 

“What’s that?” She asks.

“Paint. I brought it since I have to be here with my father to spectate.” She answered, pulling away from Y/n and moving to pick up the boxes from the ground. 

“And the kings here too? Great.” Y/n deadpans. 

“Cheer up, like Ruck said. You’ll do great. If not? Oh well! You still went out there and did it.” Meek comforts. And Felix nods soon afterwards. “Yes, it might be uncomfortable now, but we’re here with you, Y/n.” 

“Don’t take it personally if I laugh.” Donald pipes up and Oswald silently looks at Donald and furrows his eyebrows at the duck. 

“Which he won’t be doing..” The rabbit spoke through his teeth and Donald rolled his eyes silently—clearly understanding Oswald. 

Bendy was busy silently leaning on the wall, his hand holding him up as his other was placed on his hip. He watched as Lucy picked up the boxes and turned to Y/n. 

“So! What were you looking to add to your uniform?” 

Y/n grew silent, she couldn’t think of anything. Most of her mind was focused on what would stir up on the course than customizing some clothes in the moment. 

Staring at the boxes In the princesses hand, Y/n’s eyes flickered back to the group. “You said it’s supposed to represent something?” She repeats and Lucy nods. 

“I think I may have one thing in mind.“

-

“This looks magnificent!” Lucy skips around Y/n, they all congregate back in the dressing room, standing in front of the mirror. Y/n glanced down at her uniform. Various hand prints stamped on the pants, and poncho of all her friends. Minus Ruck who didn’t want to get his hands dirty. Black and red paint littering the clothes, and the sight of it made a small smile appear on Y/n’s face. 

Panchito placed his hand in the red paint before walking over to Y/n and placing his hand to her shoulder, where he stamped his hand print. 

“Stop—swattin’ your hand, you’re flingin’ paint.” Bendy hissed at Cuphead who flickered his hand to get some wet paint off—why he didn’t just wash his hands was beyond everyone.

“Sorry.” Cuphead immediately apologized. 

Felix was busy fixing Y/n’s poncho—mainly her hood. She stood still and she felt Lucy place a handprint on her knee, Y/n felt like she was getting ready for prom of some sorts. Staring at herself in the mirror, she actually started to like the uniform a tad bit more, it didn’t have much of a design to it like everyone else. But it was still something. 

Felix pulls away from her and moves to walk over to a sink to wash his hands off from the paint that stained his hands. 

“Wonderful.” Lucy starts. Standing up from the ground, the palms of her hands were stained in red paint, but she didn’t move to wash her hands yet. Watching Y/n who was busy silently examining the uniform. Lucy couldn’t tell what Y/n was thinking, with how silent she was, not a single thought seemed to cross the mind of Y/n. 

“Looks nice.” Ruck broke the silence that he could sense Y/n was giving. She blinks and slowly nods. 

“I like it.” 

The paint was drying up pretty quickly, thankfully as she needed to be out in the area soon. 

Soon Don walks into the dressing room, Ruck turns his head to him and Don nods. “It’s starting, we gotta go get Bendy and Lucy up to the balcony area.” He informs. Lucy looks away from Don and looks back at Y/n who had moved away to saunter over to her bow that was leaning on the wall. 

“Okay! This is nice!” Donald outstretched his arms and gave an optimistic smile, his eyes planted on Y/n who tossed the quiver’s strap around her shoulder. She felt her heart beating in her stomach—anxious for the upcoming events. 

“You’ll go out there and do great, toots. We’re rooting for ya!” Donald clearly was trying to make shine for some light of motivation as she didn’t seem too good in the face. Y/n’s eyes flickered to Donald and she gave him a single nod. “Yeah..” 

Ruck’s first thought was to have a talk with Y/n before leaving out, but he watched as her toon friends slowly gathered closer to her to speak to her themselves, and he waited to see what would happen as Meek and Don left out of the dressing room, Ruck removes himself from the wall and exits the dressing room as well. 

Felix placed a hand on Y/n’s shoulder and placed one on Panchito’s shoulder seeing he was standing beside them. The group made a small circle, minus Lucy who took a step back and watched them with a smile.  

Mugman stood beside Y/n and she looked at everyone. “Whatever happens out there..” Felix starts, when he started talking she turned her gaze and looked at him. 

“All that matters is that you tried. You’ve done wonderful so far. And that’s all that matters.” Felix's words seemed like he was telling her, even if she didn’t make it to the final stage for being in the official Warrior Falls contest, it was okay because she still learned new things in the process. Like archery, and climbing trees and swimming with her breath held for long periods of time. 

“Whatever happens. We’re still a family.” Felix smiles at everyone and Panchito smiles widely. “Ooooh, that is very nice! Please, don’t make me cry.” Panchito said dramatically. Y/n cracked a smile before nodding in agreement. The small speech gave her comfort. 

“Yeah…”

-

Y/n fiddled with her bow, tightening the strings on it. She furrowed her eyebrows in concentration, doing the best she could, the other contestee’s were getting ready, some seated under the shade away from the hot sun to speak with their peers. A few others speaking to their families were in the lower parts of the stand in the arena. There were people already pooling in for the first viewing of Warrior Falls. Not entirely a full house but it was far more than enough to have Y/n overwhelmed and thinking about what the actual day would look like. 

Many people had their support, wishing them luck, giving them gifts to motivate them. Y/n’s eyes wandered over and landed on Stinks, who was looking up the stands where his family was started. 

Stinks gazed up at his mother. She held a calculated expression as she looked down at her son. “That girl.” She starts. Stinks ears perked up and he raised his eyebrows, he immediately knew she was referring to Y/n. 

“You know what to do.” She said, Stinks silently nodding his head. “Yes..” he muttered. The mother moved to place her attention on the toddler beside her who climbed to sit in the seat. The child smiled up at her mother before looking over to Stinks, in which she  had to  stand on the chair and peek over the railing to gaze down at him. “You got this Zazu!” She gives him a thumbs up. Stink’s gives a shirt and quickly smiles before looking back at her mother. 

“Mother, I think that she’s not—“ 

“Hey, Stinks!”

Stinks turns around to see his friends calling out to him. They waved him down and Stinks removed himself from the wall and glanced back at his mother who nodded her head to dismiss him. Stinks sighed through his nose and turned to walk over to his friends, his eyes landed on Y/n, who was looking at him from over her shoulder. Stink furrowed his eyebrows and the two looked away from each other. 

Y/n sighed and looked ahead and away from Stinks. She furrowed her eyebrows and shuffled on her feet. Placing the bow back around her. 

“I can do this, I can do this, I can do this, I can do this.” Y/n whispered to herself. She walked over to the benches and sat down. The heat from the wooden bench warmed up her legs as she furrowed her eyebrows. Her eyes looked over to see 5 judges standing over near the stands in a booth, they were speaking to Modi who stood in front of them listening to whatever they were saying. 

They held papers in their hands, no doubt some Talley list. Y/n looks away and back to the ground, rubbing her hand to her forehead. She rested her elbows on her knees and sighed heavily. She had the urge to leave, to just walk away, the bubbling hot pot of anxiety was growing worse by the minute. But she didn’t move. She inhaled and rolled her shoulders before looking up. 

-

The..pre contest had started, and Y/n sat on the benches along with the other contestants. Similar to some basketball players waiting to be called onto the court. There were 50 in all and the first round was archery. 10 targets, and all Y/n was thinking on was how badly she would screw up. For contestants who didn’t have a bow—they were given a temporary one for the meantime, it Atleast made Y/n feel good that  she had one At Least. She sat lazily on the bench as her eyes watched 4 contestants walk up to the center of the arena. The number of people they picked to walk out to shoot the targets was random, but she couldn’t give a rats ass about the number, she was more so worried that her time was up as she saw the line of who went next get closer to her…and of course. She was at the end of the bench, meaning she went last.

The stands had so many people seated that Y/n got dizzy just gazing at them. Eyes everywhere watching and cheering for their loved ones on the ground to hit the target. 

Y/n’s eyes flickered up to the balcony way across the area where she saw her friends. 

Donald down at Y/n, his arms resting on the railing. “Geez. She does not look good out there.” Donald says. 

“She has stage fright.” Bendy answered and Mugman grunted. “Oh yeah..I know how that feels.” 

Panchito waves frantically at Y/n and smiles at her. From afar Y/n raised her hand and waved back at him. 

Oswald was leaned back into his seat as his eyes were busy flickering between the contestee’s doing their rounds with archery. Some missing the bullseye and knocking off points. Some getting close to the target and some even missing entirely. 

“YOU SUCK!” Cuphead shouts down at the contestant who fired their arrow but missed the entire target. The contestant looks up at the balcony where Cuphead shouted from. The contestee sighs and sulks before turning away and trudging back over to the benches. A whistle went off for them as well, signaling they were disqualified. 

“What’s up with the whistle?” Meek asks. Lucy looks away from the game and glances at Meek. “It signals who’s disqualified from the contest, as stated this is the picking of the contestants.”

She points down to the judges in a booth examining the game. “They’re the ones watching and picking.” 

“If she gets kicked out from this first game I think I might lose it.” Donald rubs his temple and Felix looks at him. “Donald..” Felix warns. 

“What’s important is she’s trying.” Ruck states and Felix nods in agreement. 

“Aww..my sweet querida looks like she needs a hug.” Panchito sulks as he frowns and looks down at Y/n. 

“And when is she never stressing?” Donald chuckled. 

“Is that the guy that was causin’ problems?” Cuphead squinted his eyes as he tried to get a better look at Stinks from afar. Stinks had got up from the benches as he was called out. He was 3 people down from Y/n. She was going to be up soon. 

Stinks grabs his bow and walks out to the middle of the arena. The crowd chants and sings his name; ‘Zazu’

Stinks seemed to glance around the arena at everyone as he reached back and grabbed an arrow from his quiver. 

Two other contestee’s joined as well. Those were the last two, but Y/n wasn’t called up. 

“Why are they letting her go by herself?” Don grunts and Ruck squints his eyes. “Right..” he agreed.

Stinks had hit the target—clearly a bullseye. He did it with such an ease he didn’t even seem like he had to think about it. The other contestants had missed their target, and a whistle blew and the contestant sighed and walked back over to the bench. The other contestant shot the target—but inches away from the red bullseye, but still safe enough for them to stay in the contest. 

The constructor motioned Stinks and the other contestee back to the benches, they both turned 

 and walked back and the constructor landed his eyes on Y/n and his hand motioned to the center of the arena. Some people were removing the last arrows for Y/n. The human blinks owlishly. “Shit..” her fingers felt cold as she felt every bit of knowledge on archery fly out the back door. Why the hell was she going by herself? 

“A Vendolez!” One of the announcer's shouted and the crowd shouts and hollers in excitement. 

“If you sit at the end of the bench, you’ll go last but you have the risk of finishing the round on your own.” Lucy sighs as she rested her elbow on her knee and placed her face in her hands. How the hell did she forget that one detail!

Felix’s ears flatten. “Okay..maybe on second thought she probably will panic..” he laughs nervously and Donald huffs. 

“You think? Look at her!” Donald motioned to Y/n who was walking slowly to the center of the arena. Gripping onto her bow. She had one chance. Or else she was done…

Bendy sighs and closes his eyes in frustration and dissatisfaction before inhaling.

Y/n stared at the target in front of her with furrowed eyebrows.

“Shoot all 10 targets.” The man said before strolling back to give Y/n space. Her eyebrows raised before she looked ahead.

“Shit.” They both said in unison.

Y/n placed an arrow in the bow before aiming at the target. Her heart thumped in her chest. Her pointer finger sticking out to aim at the red dot. Everything became muffled in her ears. The cheering and clapping. The birds, the wind. She zoned in on the target and pulled the arrow back further. 

Ruck and everyone in the booth watched Y/n in anticipation, this was either a win or lose moment. Y/n let’s out a shaky breath before releasing the arrow. It shot and hit the bullseye on the target! 

“Yes!” Everyone in the booth shouts beside Ruck who lets out a sigh of relief through his nose. Y/n’s sweaty hands distracted her, but she didn’t let that interfere with her. Y/n slowly edged to the other target, reaching into her quicker and grabbing another bow. Loading it, pulling back and releasing, the arrow hits the bullseye yet again, the crowd was stunned—but exhilarated! 

Y/n’s eyebrows twitched as she had them furrowed. She edged to the 3rd target. And reached into her quiver and repeated the action. 

“¡ir! ¡ir! ¡eres un gran tirador de maravillas!” Panchito shouts proudly down to Y/n. His voice echoed. 

Lucy claps, a bright smile on her face!

“Well ain’t that a bitch..” Ruck muttered in surprisement. 

Y/n was reaching the last target after hitting the bullseye on the last 8. Some of the contestee’s stood up from their benches in shock. Some yelling in their tongue encouraging statements. 

Y/n pulled back once more on the arrow, her breathing echoing in her head. Releasing it. The arrow shot to the target and embedded in the middle of it. A bullseye once more.

“YEAH!” Donald, Cuphead, Mugman and Panchito shouts in excitement—jumping from their seats. Bendy’s shoulders dropped from being tensed. A sigh escaped his mouth. Lucy stands up and claps her hands loudly. Felix smiled as well as Oswald. 

Y/n lowered her arms and looked down the row of targets she hit, and glanced up at the balcony and looked at Ruck who was clapping his hands along with everyone. He was clapping for her. A smile appeared on his face as he raised a hand up. Two fingers pointing to his eyes and then at her. Y/n raised her hand, two fingers pointing to her eyes and then back at him. 

The crowd chants Y/n’s name as and the conductor nodded at her to return to the benches. She walks back over to the bench, a small smile present in her face and not an ounce of fear in her body. Some of the contestee’s greeted her excitedly, frantically speaking to her she couldn’t even pay attention. 

Stinks looks away from Y/n and back to the targets, he..was actually surprised to see what she did. 10 bullseye’s..his eyes landed on his father who was speaking to Modi over by the judges booth. When he met eyes with his son. His fathers eyes hardened, Stinks looks away and back over to the targets. 

“Still time to kick the brat out.” Stinks looks over to the boy sitting beside him. He had his foot propped up on the bench with his bow hanging around his shoulder. 

“Obstacle course. She failed it last time. She’ll fail again.” The boy chuckled. And the dog toon next to him laughs and nods. 

“Right!” He laughs. Stinks leans back, his back against the wall as he sighs. “Don’t lose to her man.” Another contestee’s grumbled and Stinks sneers.

“Listen, shut up. Can I think for a fuckin’ second?” He grumbled. Clearly he wanted peace and quiet. 

“I’ll get her..”

-

Y/n stared at the obstacle and..actually felt pretty good about it. With all the climbing she did yesterday, this obstacle was nothing but a playground in her eyes. This was the last round to see if she could make it into the contest, and she’d be damned if she lost. Only 7 other contestants made it..which was a large chunk chopped off, but. She was glad she was in the runner ups. The obstacle had targets they had  to shoot with their arrow and that was the only thing she feared at the moment. As good as she might be shooting the bow stationed..she wasn’t so sure about doing it while running around everywhere. 

Stinks walked past her and he didn’t even bid her a glance. Y/n blinks before she glanced over at the booth where the judges are, seated and waiting. 

The constructor was at the end of the finish line. Where a flag was. The same exact flag she couldn’t get to before. 

Standing at the line. Y/n blankly stared at the obstacle course. Don’t mess up..don’t mess up…don’t mess this up…

Was what she kept repeating in her head over and over again. The constructor raised a hand up in the air, he held a pistol, pulling the trigger, the pop of the bullet echoed, and the face started. 

The contestee’s ran into the obstacle, going their own ways either, crawling, climbing or trudging through the mud. 

Y/n ran over to the wall and her hands instantly found the dents in the wood for her to climb. She climbed the wall quicker than she did ever, it reminded her of like climbing the branches she had to do so many times. Her muscles were sore from all the training prior but that was the least of her concerns. The wooden plank was before her. She balanced herself across it as she took her bow and loaded her arrow, spotting a target a few feet away. She released the arrow and it hit the target. A bell rang in the air for her hit. 

One of the judges added a point to her name. Which was right under Stink’s name. 6 points. Stinks already have 11.

Y/n crossed the plank and quickly placed her bow around her and hopped off the platform, holding on the nylon rope and swinging over to the other side of the platform, she jumped off the rope and landed onto her feet. She heard one of the contestee’s fall from behind her. A whistle shrieks in the air. They were disqualified. 

The judge removes the name from the board. Leaving 6 people. 

Y/n jumps down the ladder and vaults over a wooden barricade, removing her bow from her she quickly loads it and hits the next target that was a few inches from her. 

Felix’s ears perked up when he spotted one of the contestee’s near the human. Y/n in which turns around to see the contestant and moves away from their swing. Y/n quickly rushes away and climbs up a ladder to get to the next platform, when she made it to its surface she saw she had to hop across the gaps—which reminded her of when she was hopping trees yesterday. She hops over the gaps and huffs. 

“Ouch!” Two contestee’s ran into each other and fell off the platform and into the mud. The whistle blows twice disqualifying them.

“Come on!” Donald shouts down at Y/n. Mugman frantically shook Donald’s shoulders. “Stop! Don’t distract her!” 

Y/n hops over another gap and lands to the other side. The sound of whistles blowing in her ears would have distracted her, but she didn’t take a moment to look back, her foot hops over to a thin pole like platform, big enough for only one foot to stand on. She hops to the other small pole, her arms slightly up as she balances herself to hopping from one pole to the other, if she fell into the mud, it was over with. 

“Come on kid..” Ruck whispered to himself as he watched her. “Damn..” Cuphead gazed at her. Mugman rolled his eyes at his brother's dazed expression. Bendy had leaned forward to silently watch Y/n hop to each platform. Felix had his arms behind his back as she anxiously watched her. 

Y/n hops onto the wooden platform and takes her bow out before shooting yet another target. They were exactly bullseyes but it was still her hitting the target. She smiled as she saw the end. She hops down from the platform and back onto the ground. Placing the bow back around her as she ran to the flag only a few meters away. This was it! 

But she felt someone collide into her. Arms wrapping around her as they tackled her to the ground. Y/n lost her footing and the two went tumbling down to the ground. Y/n’s heart felt like it leapt into her throat. Fear spiked within her. The sounds of the outside world went blank to her. Her eyes clenched closed as she felt like everything had paused and went slow. She slowly fell onto the ground.

Y/n’s chest tightened. Like her body knew exactly what frightened her. She could feel her heart thumping in her ears, shaking her ribcage. Her hands started to sweat as her body went cold. Y/n rolled on the ground, the dirt under her had hardened into what felt like cold concrete. Y/n groans, from her lack of breathing and from the impact from the ground. The cheering echoed in her eyes like a far distance.

Y/n slowly opened her eyes and looked ahead, getting in her hands and knees. Stinks back was turned from her, he was picking himself up from the ground. But as her eyes zoned in on him, her heartbeat picked up. And she lets out a wheezing noise like she couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t. Stinks heard the noise she made and turned around to look at her—his motion was slow, Y/n slowly blinked. And standing in front of her. Was what she didn’t know she feared the most until it stood right there. Pib. 

Y/n let out an uncomfortable groan as she jumps back. 

The sound of a cars honking echoed in her head. But there was none in sight. She knew she was still on the course but her body thought otherwise. Pib turned to look at Y/n. 

Y/n’s chest heaved up and down frantically, a hand reaching up to grip at her chest, a loud wheezing sound escaped her mouth. Her eyes blurred as tears formed in her eyes. 

The sound of her heavy breathing soon turned into her hyperventilating, unsteady frantic breathing. Her body felt frightened. How was she here? 

Y/n struggled to stand herself up, her legs felt weak, like a baby deer learning to walk. A snivel escapes Y/n’s mouth as she takes a step back, away from the finish line. 

A tear falls from her face. Pib’s head only moved to follow her movement. But didn’t move to walk towards her, it was almost uncanny. How still it was. 

Y/n tried to breathe, but it didn’t matter how much she tried to inhale it seemed like something blocked her from breathing. Her hands clamped at her chest, she never felt her heartbeat so quick in her life, sure she had moments she was afraid, but she never felt her heart beat like that before. 

Hands grasp onto her shoulders, and she quickly shouts and whips around. Stumbling, her frantically breathing was heavy. 

“Hey! Hey! What’s wrong?” It was Felix. Y/n rapidly blinked when she saw him. The world becoming brighter as it seemed to shade down before. She quickly latched onto him.

“It—she was—i was—I—she—she was right there!” Her words were chopped from her heavy breathing, sniffing her throat felt right, her body tried to breathe, she sounded like a child who cried to themselves so much they would stammer to their parents as they cried trying to explain something. Breaking the rhythm of their breathing. 

Lucy quickly rushes over and stands in front of the two. “What’s wrong?!” She asks. As the others had quickly walked over as well. 

Stinks held the flag in his head as he stood at the finish line. He won the course, the good thing was Y/n wasn’t disqualified seeing she didn’t touch the mud at all.

Bendy quickly placed a hand on Y/n’s back and looked at her. She closed her eyes and was panting frantically. 

“Give her some space! Don’t crowd her.” Ruck quickly tells everyone. 

“Is she okay?!” Mugman quickly asks. Felix gently rubbed Y/n’s back when Bendy had pulled away to look at the judges. Her name wasn’t removed from the chart..she was still in the game. 

“Hey..it’s okay..no one’s here—“ Felix was caught off by Y/n pulling away from him. “No! I saw her!” She shouts, she accidentally bumped into Oswald who was behind her. He cautiously placed a hand on her arm. “It’s okay Y/n..” 

“You need to breathe..” Oswald says. She turns and looks at him and her frustrated expression softened, her chest heaving up and down as she stared at him. Her heart was still beating quickly, but not nearly as fast. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. “Let’s just head back, she needs to sit down.” Oswald says and Felix nods. 

-

Y/n laid in the bed, her eyes glued onto the wall. Not a single sound from her the entire time. Lucy sat on the couch next to Bendy—his eyes were glued on Y/n’s back. 

“She seems upset..” Lucy frowns. Cuphead grunts. “I would be too if some bastard tackled me to the ground.” He said and Mugman furrowed his eyebrows. 

“That's not the point you nut. She had a panic attack.” Mugman swats Cuphead’s arm and he rolls his eyes. 

“Keep her in the bed for the rest of the day.” Donald says and Panchito sighs. “Fellas, please. Let us not talk about her..she does not seem too happy right now.” He says. And Felix nods. 

“Panchito’s right..just..give her space.” Felix tells. Ruck, Meek and Don were seated on the couch as well, though they had yet to say anything. 

“What happened to her?” Lucy asks slowly—in hopes the group had a thought on what triggered Y/n’s frantic mind.

“Clearly something she doesn't like.” Donald replied—he himself couldn’t latch onto what made Y/n so upset, it could have been something before she met them—or during their small journey. 

The sound of the door opening caught the attention of everyone—besides Y/n. A guard walks into the room, his eyes landing on the group. 

“Ms. Y/n is qualified for Warrior Falls.”

[railwynn]

loved your recent comic! can’t wait to see more of rida 😁 I’m curious though, what would be some facts about her

AAAA thank you! qwq I'm glad a lot of ppl are liking her even tho I rarely show her, same as last time when I posted about them XDD As for Rida, i'm not very good at explanation, so lemme just info dump ya down below;

15 year old lady who moved to Burbank L.A. to find a job.

Got hired at an ice cream parlor (Where she proceeds to meet the Warners later on).

Was created as a side character for a local cartoon that was cancelled in the early 2000's.

Has like 1 friend (4 if you count the Warners).

Stressed AF

Anxiety meets depression

"Don't fuck with me, I WILL cry."

People think she's emo because she wears a lot of black but really she just think black looks better in anything and can't be bothered to coordinate.

In the order she brefiended the Warners; Wakko, Dot and then Yakko (Wakko never shuts up about it).

Introvert that got adopted by 3 Extroverts.

Secretly can't thank them enough for it tho

[roxannefrostfox]

Anyone with ADHD classroom issues understand…

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[playthelaughtrack]

Can you do headcannons for the mime time where the reader tries to make his job a little safer

☙ the mime -- reader (tries) to make his job safer

• It feels like no matter what you do, he always leaves his job with an anvil on his head.

• You knew he could take the hits. As a toon, he could withstand almost anything— falling pianos, sticks of dynamite, comically large mallets, you name it, he's survived it.

• Any time you try and express your concern he simply puffs out his chest, acting out a scene as if he was a strongman... just for him to be caught in the crossfire for some hyjinks running rampant across the movie lot.

• You scold him for not taking care of himself after, only to be met with him showing off his durability, being caught in the middle of another dangerous sitiation, you get the gist

• One day you make him wear a helmet to work. It works for a moment! A piano falls on his head, cracking in half the moment it makes contact with his helmet, leaving The Mime without a scratch! He takes it off, giving you a thumbs up for the good work!

• It's too bad he didn't see that second piano fall.

• Bubble wrap. Lots of bubble wrap. He looked something akin to a snowman, until an oversized boxer glove flew in from one of the filming sets, popping his wrap in a single blow.

• Maybe it'd be best to treat him when he's off the clock. He'll never say it outloud, but he sure does make it apparent on his face that he enjoys it when you pamper him!

[yandere-toons]

I neeeed some Yakko kidnapping the reader after falling in love with them. This is the first person Yakko ever truly fell head over heals in love with and wants to make sure they’re all his and “safe.” At first there’s some rough patches but Stockholm syndrome takes them over and the reader ends up being a parental figure to Wakko and Dot while dating Yakko. -🎪

Yandere Yakko Warner (Romantic Scenario - "Just Desserts")

Warnings: Implied Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, Emotional Manipulation, Food Poisoning, Toxic Mindsets.

A.N. – I bounced around a variety of moods while writing this, so enjoy the ride.

A feminine voice descended from above, penetrating the barrage of shrieks. "Are they okay?" It was muffled as if you had two pillows pressed to your ears.

Screams pounded against the confines of your mind. Even as a sweltering heat bulged in your throat, the shrill cries conjured nothing but irritation. The noise seemed to belong to a separate person, for the discomfort permeating your thoughts opposed the terror embedded in your expression.

The twitches rattling your limbs like the tolling of church bells refused to cease as bright lights plagued your vision.

"Nothing to worry about, baby sis. They just need a little time to adjust," assured a confident voice, this one much louder and clearer.

A third pondered aloud, "Should I bring them a piece of the turkey?"

The white glow consuming your eyes plummeted to darkness as the unseen bystanders began to converse with one another, a series of chuckles maturing into boisterous cackling. Their words rose to such a flamboyant volume that each syllable leaked into the next, but not a single phrase reached your ears as anything more than nonsensical ramblings.

The sensation of spinning was joined by a nauseating flip of your stomach. Just before your last meal could greet the floor, a force seized your arm and yanked you into the air.

A twinge of pain in your back prompted you to wince. The resilience of Yakko's bones was an enigma, but the lack of his morning chitchat was a greater anomaly.

The first sight to confront you was the underside of Dot's bed. Mind fighting to dispel the blur infesting your vision, you shook your head and focused on the teal wood of the frame. Droplets of cold sweat populated your forehead, but the tension that had overtaken your system a moment prior flowed away in a single exhale.

Sharp hues bordered your vision, the clattering of plastic balls signifying your unconventional resting place. You lifted yourself from the ball pit like a mud monster bursting from the depths of a swamp and rested a hand on the bedstead.

It failed to elicit the same fear that had seized your being for weeks after the event. Recalling his zealous speech about strengthening the relationship now channelled complacency, a bizarre feeling reminiscent of a survivor noting the environmental benefits of a storm that had levelled their home.

The isolation of the water tower combined with the lofty capacity for violence inherent in Toons provided no shortage of opportunities, but Yakko had yet to harm you in any tangible way.

There was the periodic bout of unwanted affection but nothing that fostered scars. Where you spilled cereal and anticipated insults, he would joke about the fast-food restaurants growing rich off him as he left to procure your new meal. When you first saw him raise a fist, you shut your eyes, only to feel him pat your shoulder and draw you into a hug.

If he had indulged in aggression, you would have a plethora of reasons to be scrambling over the guardrail every day. His behaviour was free of malice, and this apparent benevolence made your insistence on rejecting him seem flimsy.

The jingling of empty bottles evoked a spark of surprise in your movements. Turning to the kitchen, you spotted Dot idling in front of the refrigerator, shoulders hunched and fingers encircling the handle. Waves of frigid air struck her form, but the pink bathrobe tied to her body provided a shield against the cold. She stared into the appliance with a glower.

An unnatural stillness lingered in the water tower, the quiet voices of the television serving as the only reminder that Yakko's propensity for conversation had not degraded your sense of hearing.

The meagre grunts enveloping the sofa drew your gaze to the peculiar sight of Wakko rolling across the cushions as if he were flattening pizza dough. A groan slipped past his lips as he flopped onto the arm of the chair, ears drooping and tongue protruding from his mouth.

Scanning the living space with a dazed frown, you lowered your arm and looked at Dot. "Where's Yakko?"

The Warner Sister slammed the door shut. "He went out." Displeased with the slim selections, she marched to the nearest cabinet and flung it open. Stale bread crumbs the colour of snow and barren cans littered with cobwebs welcomed her. Dot scowled and hopped onto the countertop, clenching her teeth as she struggled to grasp the knob of the highest cabinet.

A sudden urge to assist the young Toon flowered in your mind, and you marched forward to open the door.

She turned to you in surprise before smiling and standing on her toes to peer inside. A lone box of cereal occupied the dingy space, blanketed in dust and flaunting various gashes. The corners of her snout plunged into a deep grimace. Dot plucked the food from its dark home and leapt to the floor, muttering, "It's no good without milk."

Your gaze crinkled at the miserable edge in her voice. Observing such a rambunctious Toon reduced to drooping eyes and an empty stomach summoned a desire to alleviate her hardship. Shifting your attention to the refrigerator, you clutched the handle and swung the door aside.

Dot paused her attempt at shovelling the dry grain into a bowl, lowering the box to the table. She sighed and glanced at the entrance as if debating whether the effort was futile or not. A look of shock crossed her face when the cereal was drenched in milk, and she whirled around to find you holding a now empty bottle.

The putrid stench of spoiled meat invaded your nostrils with a punch. A hunk of turkey sat in the centre of the top rack, sizeable bites scattered across its surface despite the visible deposits of mould.

After a minute of rummaging around the rotten bird, you spotted a bottle with a gulp of milk residing on the bottom shelf. The liquid thumped the glass as you lifted it from the stink saturating the compartment.

Her astonished countenance earned a smile from you. After discarding the bottle in the trash bin, you swiped a spoon from the utensils drawer and dipped it into the meal. The cereal spun like a whirlpool inside the bowl as you stirred the neat amount of milk. The liquid splashed against the clumps and flailed most of them in a glossy veneer.

Dot watched the process in silence, eyes wide and bewildered.

You propped the spoon on the side of the bowl and retreated to the end of the table with hopeful energy.

The Warner Sister raised a bite to her mouth, swallowing the grain in a slow gulp. The cold rush of the milk prompted a cheer to burst from her lips as she raised the cereal into the air and extended it towards her older brother. "Wakko, we have food!"

Wakko had remained draped over the arm of the sofa, awaiting his brother's return with a rumbling stomach. A speck of dust wafted through the air as his hands brushed the floorboards in search of crumbs from his earlier feast. He probed the crevices and plunged any colourful grains into his mouth, but his tongue sagged at the taste of grime. A tinge of green flushed in his cheeks.

"I was gone for an hour, and you already replaced me?"

The three of you whipped around to find Yakko standing in the doorway to the outside world, multiple bags of fast food clutched in his arms. He adorned a mischievous smile and shook his head. "For shame, sibs. I thought we were closer than that."

The amused voice of their eldest brother drew cheers from his younger siblings as they clambered off the sofa and scurried to the entrance. Yakko unfurled his arms and dropped a bag into their eager clutches, sliding the rest down his fur and catching them in his hands.

Wakko staggered to the nearest sack and latched onto it, stuffing the paper and all down his throat. He began to reach for another, and Yakko surrendered a row of food to avoid losing his arm.

Dot snatched a bag and unfolded it, only to frown. "Yakko," she grumbled, "I told you I can't eat this. It makes my face break out."

The eldest Warner shrugged and rested a hand on his hips. "Sorry, baby sis. The special on lobster bisque ended yesterday."

A glower stretched the thin line of her lips as she passed the food to a ravenous Wakko before a smile replaced it. "It doesn't matter!" She pressed her fists to her waist and shook her shoulders, acquiring a delighted attitude. "I have cereal."

Yakko watched her skip to the kitchen table in puzzlement. The sight of his sister brandishing the bowl like a weapon while you grinned filled him with joy, and he ambled towards the two of you. "Homemade cereal?" A chortle escaped him. "How can I compete?"

"You can't," proclaimed Dot, swishing her tail. She sauntered past him to plop herself on the centre of the sofa.

Your gaze followed the Warner Sister, confirming that she was relishing the meal. A bogus cough spurred you to face Yakko.

"Sorry to leave you by yourself, but the sibs wanted a late lunch. And I just didn't have the heart to wake you up." He plopped the bag of fast food onto the kitchen table and flashed a smug grin, eyes narrowing in playful curiosity. "I trust I was missed terribly?"

His dedication to dialogue had made the scarcity unusual, but it would have been a lie to claim that it was a welcome change. The moments of serenity were infected with aimless thoughts on when he would return. No amount of daydreaming was able to compensate for his ludicrous discussions. The water tower felt duller without his commentary to ignite fits of laughter when you were determined to be brooding.

A slight smile reached your lips, conveying a blend of relief and bafflement. "I'm glad you're back."

Yakko's grin brightened, and his ears pointed to the ceiling in an abundance of elation. He had intertwined his hand with yours when the sound of gagging shattered any intimacy.

Crumpled sacks of fast food surrounded the collapsed form of Wakko, the Toon expelling laboured breaths and sweating torrents. He groaned and opened his mouth, but his limbs did little more than drag along the floor. Half of a drumstick slid down his tongue, chunks of meat still clinging to the bone, and collided with a paper bag in a mess of saliva.

"Little bro?!" Both you and Yakko rushed to his side, Yakko kneeling beside him while you placed a hand behind his head and elevated it.

Wakko coughed until the second half of the bone exited his throat. His breathing softened as the pain contorting his face improved to a drowsy frown.

He was threatening to shut his eyes and sleep, so you slipped your arms underneath his legs and shoulders and lifted him from the ground. After walking to the sofa, you noticed the aghast stare of the Warner Sister.

Dot had abandoned her cereal in favour of plunging her fingers into the cushion, watching the situation with quivering limbs and a gaping mouth. She seized the bowl but retained her horrified countenance as you lowered yourself onto the adjacent seat.

Yakko scrambled to sit next to you and inspected his younger brother with a worried frown, releasing a powerful sigh upon realizing he was asleep. A grateful smile dominated his visage. "You know, you're not bad at that."

You had begun to turn towards him when Dot clutched your shoulder, drawing your inquisitive gaze to her scooting closer. She cast a concerned glance at her unconscious brother before leaning against your side.

The action conjured a surplus of warmth in your chest. A quiet grunt left your lips at the sensation of fur brushing the nape of your neck. Looking at Yakko in surprise, you discovered that he had rested an arm around yourself and Dot.

He pointed the TV remote control at the receiver and bathed the room in obnoxious light, sporting a contented smile.

"Just like a family."

[genderfluidraccoon]

Animaniacs Yakko x reader (me asking myself why am I writing this..)

A cartoon... a drawing... a bunch of lines on a paper.. is that all you were?

your life had started in someone Else’s mind. And you had somehow come to life, like all other cartoons.

But you weren’t that popular, and people barely knew you. It’s not like that bothered you, but you would like to have a few friends. A few people to make your life better.

That’s when he entered.

Tall, dark, and stupid. Even the smart one out of these weirdos was unable to read, but he was everything to you. You had met on the fateful day of them being idiots once again. A normal day for them, a life changing day for you.

And maybe him too.

Yakko Warner was your best friend now, and you were happy, ok at the least. But you couldn’t help but wish for more, to wish for him. Too bad that would never happen.

You were just a drawing, and you didn’t decide your role in life.