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Changing Seasons: The Lakes [Loki x Reader]

The Lakes Masterlist / Regular Masterlist Summary: (1) A long journey with Thor, Steve and Loki ends in a ramshackle country cottage. But really, it's just begun. (w/c 3.8k) Warnings: Minors DNI. Language. Ex-Loki. Smut references. Humour/Mild angst. Recommended Folklore Track: The 1

This is fine.

It’s just five days. In this...cottage. With your ex. You’ll barely see him.

The tiny two story building sat before you, twisting wisteria claiming rough stoned walls. Burnt orange leaves sparked against the morning chill, rooted into windowsills and crumbling brickwork.

It was small. Really small.

You stretched your legs, observing Thor waddle from the car, laden with suitcases.

One fell.

“Watch that!” Steve snapped, on his last nerve after the drive from the Essex compound. A hand flew to his neck, massaging the twinge caused by six hours squashed in the back of a hastily acquired hatchback. “Your collection of personal toys, Rogers?” Loki drawled, letting his mirth-filled eyes slide between the two men. “Yes, brother do be careful. We wouldn’t want the captain to be without an outlet.” Steve’s face flushed, while Thor staggered valiantly onward to the cottage door. “I still don’t understand why we didn’t take the train,” Loki muttered with a theatrical sigh, a single brush down the front of his suit making every well-worn crease evaporate. “The two of you on a train,” Steve spat incredulously, “wouldn’t be great for subtlety.”

Every syllable was laden with frustration as he heaved another case from the trunk. The god nodded. “Even I must admit, this is much more entertaining Rogers” he replied, motioning towards the cottage at the exact moment Thor’s forehead smacked against the low awning.

The suitcases fell in predictable succession. “Jeepers criminey-” Steve gasped, lunging forwards.

You rolled your eyes, smiling just Loki glanced backwards. A wolfish grin ignited. Shit. With narrowed eyes, he began to glide around the Fiat like a day-walker. His hair was slicked back, falling over the shoulders of a black suit more appropriate to fashion week than training in the wilds of the Lake District. You’d tried not to look at him much on the way here. For obvious reasons. He swaggered with resolute precision, infuriatingly erotic as he always was. It was sick, how he looked so good. Like he hadn’t been in the same car as the rest of you, gorging on jelly babies and squished krispy kremes foraged along the motorway. You had practised for this moment, and to your credit; your face remained perfectly straight. Your posture, casual. Unbothered, as Steve and Thor argued further up the path.

‘My slacks were perfectly folded in New York. If there is any rumplage Odinson- then I’ll know who to blame.’

‘Carry your own damn suitcases, then-’ ‘-I would’ve, if you hadn’t been such a dandy-show-off’

You spun away from your incoming ex, steadying your racing heart as you focused on the horizon. Mist hung over the rusted treeline, green and sienna twisting together and dipping down to a sprawling lake about a mile away, you reckoned, spread against the sunrise. Loki’s playful scathing broke the calm. “You haven’t said two words to me in almost twelve hours, Agent,” he purred. “I’m impressed.” There was a time that kind of talk would have brought you to your knees. But not anymore, you lied to yourself, clenching. With your eyes still lowered, you tilted your chin towards him. Defiantly, slowly, you raised them; catching his inscrutable stare like a rifle’s scope. You raised your eyebrows expectantly, lips sealed. Loki scoffed, looking into the distance. His breath was fog. “I don’t know what else I expected,” he muttered quietly.

You stood in silence, backs turned to the domestic carnage unfolding at the cottage door. Letting your gaze roll over the mountains. Early morning autumnal air stung the back of your throat. Fresh pine and wisps of smoke from unseen chimneys, far away. Amber hues spindled along the surface of the lake a mile below, rippling methodically. You fought the urge to look at him.

His eyes would look beautiful in this kind of light. Always had. “It reminds me of home,” he murmured wistfully. It sank into the crisp air, the softness of the tone you still dreamt about curling around your body like smoke. Loki’s scent mingled with the breeze, reminding you of nights spent wrapped around him as you slept in snatches. His hand never far from your own. His love draped over you like a cloak.

A shiver ran down your spine.

You felt him lean in, the warmth of his breath against your skin drawing closer before it retreated. “Asgard,” he added condescendingly. “Although, Asgard isn’t quite as...rustic.” He lifted a foot, making a show of wiping a sole on the wet grass.

You grit your teeth. It never ended. He couldn’t help himself, even after everything that had happened between you. The snake tightened inside your belly, unfurling and poised to strike; regrettable words bubbling behind your teeth. “Let’s just get through this week, shall we?” Loki snapped, before turning away. The crunch of twigs beneath his retreating footsteps was all you heard as the chill stung your eyes. Just the chill.

"I carry the paraphernalia so I shall be first across the threshold thank you very much,” Thor grumped, jostling Steve from his path and shuffling sideways through the frame. Steve grimaced, nodding at Loki to follow his brother. “Thank you,” Loki said curtly; noting the captain’s gaze flicker to where you stood overlooking the lake in a valiant attempt to remain mysterious. “She’s quite well,” he added presumptively.

Steve frowned. “She was quiet on the drive. Even let Thor play his music. Not like her” he said, leaning against the cottage wall before recoiling. “Urgh, it’s damp.” Loki chuckled. “Of course it is. Welcome to the northern hemisphere, Rogers. What you need, is some leather” he winked.

He watched the captain pat his shirt fruitlessly as a stain blossomed through the pale cotton, clearing his throat softly. “She’s still a little...put out... by our parting of ways. Can’t blame her, really. I mean-” He gestured to himself with a consillatory sigh. “She’ll warm up-”

Loki cast a glance around, realising he wasn’t sure if the hallway was colder than the exterior. “-metaphorically, anyway.”

Steve nodded sagely. “To everything there is a season…” he mused. Loki frowned, turning away. He waved a dismissive hand. “You know I do not traffic in colloquialisms, Rogers” he scoffed with his back turned. Entering the kitchen, Loki immediately bumped his shin on a discarded suitcase. He wrinkled his nose.

A single lightbulb hung from the ceiling, barely illuminating the cramped space. Ageing wallpaper clung valiantly to its charge, whimsical ducks and geese parading in an inexplicable march. Thor stood hunched over the sink, running spluttering water into the world’s smallest kettle. The ceiling was inches from his head. “Tea, brother?” he chirped. Loki nodded, wondering how the hell they’d ended up here. “Rogers?” he enquired innocently. Steve’s head popped round the doorframe.

“Howdy!” Loki closed his eyes and took a breath. “Rogers,” he repeated. “Remind me why this week is truly necessary?” Steve released a forced chuckle. “I’ll get to that. Hang tight.” He disappeared, shouting your name down the path. By the time the two of you returned, Loki had seidred the suitcases to their respective destinations. He had secured the largest room for himself, of course. Although that wasn’t saying much. Rogers and Thor would be sharing. Loki had the sneaking suspicion that was not the plan – but alas for them – it was their new reality.

Four mismatched mugs of steaming tea sat on the small square table in the corner. Loki sat in one chair, legs crossed. Thor in the other, looking decidedly squashed.

Steve closed the kitchen door while you leant against the counter-top, arms folded. “I made tea,” Thor smiled, pleased with himself as he held it forth like an offering. You accepted. Loki noted the shiver that shook your shoulders as the hot mug entered your cupped grasp. A fleeting smile of pleasure skating across your cheeks. He’d missed that, he found. “Please, take my s-” Loki started, beginning to rise. Habit. “I’ll stand,” you replied curtly. Loki nodded, sinking down. An uncomfortable silence filled the room as an oblivious Steve squinted suspiciously out the window while closing the blinds. “Alrighty then-” he said, turning. His enthusiastic glances bounced to each of them in turn. Thor adjusted himself, rewarded with the malevolent warning creak of a chair leg.

“As anyone who was listening during our meetings will know,” Steve paused, staring at Loki, “it’s come to my attention that our manual outdoor skills are somewhat lacking. Anything happens to our abilities or comms while we’re on a rugged mission and booyah,” he made a burst with his fingers, “pardon my french – but we’re up crud creek without a paddle.” Loki scoffed. “Hardly-” “This week we’ll be getting back to basics. You two-” Steve gestured between the gods seated at the withered dining set, “especially. It’s all magic and brawny shenanigans until you need to skin a rabbit.” He looked to you warily, “Metaphorically, of course. Our resident expert will give us instruction, and we’ll go from there-” Steve nodded to you, folding his arms. Loki rolled his eyes. “I don’t think you understand how magic-” “No weak links.” he continued, un-phased. He had his very serious face on. “And I count myself in this too. We need to be confident that if something happens, and we’re out in the wilds...we can handle ourselves. Survive, until help arrives.” “But why here?” Loki whined, “we have the facilities to simulate the environment back in-” Steve held up a hand. “No one can know earth’s mightiest heroes are out here learning outdoorsing 101, Laufeyson. Imagine the press. No.” He shook his head. “This is absurd,” Loki muttered into his tea.

“Let’s try and have fun. At the very least, it’s a week in the fresh air.” Loki’s eyes rose, your words and tone clearly rehearsed. There was a weak smile on your face, but it didn’t reach your eyes. He’d become intimately acquainted with that look in the final months of your relationship.

Silence hung in the kitchen. “And the two of you will be alright, will you?” Thor boomed, stretching a leg which reached halfway across the floor. He took a sip of tea as Steve’s face went pink.

“I mean, with the breakup. Although I suppose its better than being kept awake by the ooo’ing and ahhh’ing through the walls, isn’t it Rogers?” He began to chortle, “remember...remember in- where was it? Oh, Columbia. Norns, what a-”

“-Brother,” Loki snarled. Hair bristled on the back of his neck. You cleared your throat. “Loki and I have an understanding. There’s no animosity between us-” “Isn’t there? News to me,” Loki mumbled petulantly, running a finger across the plastic table cloth. He could almost hear the grind of your teeth as you spoke pointedly to Thor. “Well I intend on remaining professional. I’m sure your brother is the same.” Loki shook his head, snorting. “Professional?” he spat incredulously. “What need have I to be professional? I am a god.” “And there it is,” you began, temperature rising before Steve patted down the air.

“How about we go check out the bedrooms?” he said. Everyone murmured agreement. And somewhere between Loki cursing his temper, and the babble of his brother’s half-hearted apology- you were gone.

Ten minutes later, Loki found himself staring at the same spot on the wall he had been for the last eight. It was meditative almost. On the other side of the wall at the end of his bed, was your room. Small, rectangular. Barely space for more than the single bed. But Loki had a feeling you didn’t mind.

You had settled on the mattress around seven minutes ago after unpacking, the comforting creak of springs alerting him. What were you doing, he wondered. Thinking. Feeling? He shook the thought from his mind, reminding himself that was no longer his business. But the thought crawled back with the vengeance of a dying wasp. If we were together still, I’d have made her climax twice on this bed by now.

His clothing hung in a drab single wardrobe. When in Nilfheim, he’d surmised. The garments were simple, and perfunctory. All manner of base layers and fleece lined items in vapid shades which lacked even a morsel of style. Not a sniff of leather. And zips in the most unflattering places.

Loki shuddered.

His ears pricked as he heard a wooden board in your room creak, tracking the slow amble of five steps it took to cross the floor from end to end. She’s looking out the window, he mused.

‘Get your hands off my undergarments,’ Thor’s voice was crisp and menacing through the wall to Loki’s left. ‘Well, put them in a drawer like a gentleman.’ Steve snipped in response, barely muffled by the stone. ‘There are no drawers! Why must we reside in such a place, Rogers!?’ He has a point, Loki thought. ‘Because no one would expect it.’ Steve replied smugly.

There was a pause, but Loki could hear the thump of Thor’s boots as he rounded the twin beds, positioning himself for attack. His voice was low, and purposeful. ‘Just like you won’t expect...this.’ The inhuman sound of one of his brother’s legendary farts ripped through the wall.

Loki braced in the silence that followed, relishing the craft of his devious room organisation while Steve, he presumed, got some traction to exit through the window. ‘Jeepers,’ came the choked, disbelieving response of the captain through the wall. Jeepers indeed, Rogers, Loki smirked.

A sudden tinkle of restrained laughter perked his ears. It came from behind the wall in front of him. He froze, savouring each lilting rise and fall as you gave in to full-blown cackle. Wait for it.

He held his breath. You snorted. Loki grinned, letting himself bathe in the warmth of that laughter which used to lace his brightest moments. The nights, when you met after long days apart. He remembered when he would tickle you beneath his sheets in the Tower. When he would slide his hands over your squealing, curled form in apology, crawl on his knees beneath the covers and gently part your legs.

‘I just can’t help myself,’ he’d purr, kissing the smooth skin of your inner thigh. ‘Forgive me?’

And you always did. Until you hadn’t. You would rake your hand through his hair, lovingly humming his name as he ran his tongue up your plump slit; settling in to his long, languid worship. Loki sighed. He looked down in his lap, realising a thumb was digging into the palm of his clasped hands. He pushed it in harder, frowning. Fool.

Suddenly the door flew open. A red-faced Steve gripped the door-frame, breathing heavily. “Swap...with...me,” he gasped. Loki shook his head, heavy with feigned sympathy. “Afraid not, Rogers. Look, I unpacked and everything.” He pointed to the wardrobe. “Like a gentleman.”

Steve’s face flushed deeper, hanging his head in resignation. “Gosh-darnit,” he sighed under his breath. “Be downstairs and ready in five.”

A chorus of Blackcap birdsong fluttered and rolled over the bushes. Final frostings of morning clung to crisped leaves, slowly warming in the blast of breath-fog from three Avengers huddled around a large map. You watched with an amused smirk on your face, laughing inwardly that Steve thought a wardrobe full of Trepass could disguise their presence. Like three bears at a piglet’s tea party.

Thor held the compass, squinting. The rectangular instrument looked much like a stick of gum in his palm as he leant closer to the dial, searching for some unseen clue. You decided to have mercy.

“So you can see here,” you said gently, tracing your finger over the map, “to get to the lake we need to follow a bearing of 79 degrees….and we need to adjust for true North. Remember?” You moved the compass slightly. “Blast,” Thor growled. He was taking this very seriously. A bobble hat was pulled low on his brow, but even then, you could tell he was frowning. Loki chuckled derisively, smoothing a strand of inky hair from his jawline. You watched as it curled behind his ear. His beautiful, perfectly formed ear. “Volunteering for the next marker, Loki?” you asked calmly, watching his smug smirk fall. You switched back to Thor, now measuring points on the map diligently. Steve stood by his shoulder, taking notes on a small pad. “A-ha!” Thor shouted triumphantly. A dozen birds took off from the nearest tree, fleeing skyward.

Steve frowned. Stealth, it chided. The blonde god whipped his face to you in childish glee. “This way!” he pointed theatrically. You nodded, bathing in the pride spreading across the god of thunder’s face. It was Loki’s turn to frown. “Give me that,” he snipped, snatching the compass as Thor began to fold the map and lead the charge towards the next marker. “You’re just jealous brother. Clearly my skills of navigation are unmatched. Isn’t that so, Agent?” he postured loudly, clearing a branch from your path. It wasn’t often Thor truly had the upper hand. So you decided to push it a little higher. “Out of the three of you so far? Absolutely.” You beamed at him, seeing storm-clouds gather in Loki’s eyes out the corner of your own. His brows knitted together, chin pushing down into the thick roll of his scarf.

Thor hummed as you passed beneath his arm. “I always liked you, you know” he chuckled in hushed tones. Clearly, he’d seen the abject annoyance blossom on his brother’s face too.

You nodded conspiratorially, casting a glance back at your dejected ex as he picked his way over a patch of brambles, hands deep in his coat pockets. Steve followed behind, flicking through the pages of his pocketbook.

“Meh, it’s good for him,” you said diplomatically while shooting Thor a toothy grin.

He returned it.

Loki took each step carefully. He would be damned if a tangle of barbed shrubbery bested him the same day as his oaf of a brother.

He wouldn’t have gotten it without her help, he fumed; stepping quickly over a freshly steaming pile of suspicious pellets. His nose wrinkled, glancing up to where the two of you were sharing a moment. Blatant favouritism.

Gritting his teeth, his jaw nuzzled further beneath the coiled wool around his throat. A smile lit up your face as you shared some sort of inside jest with his brother. Loki remembered, all too well, how you used to look at him that way. How it was to bathe in the warm of your affection, the comfort of your hallowed inner circle.

He tried not to let his mind wander to your inner circle too much. The immediate twitch of his cock beneath the ghastly slacks was a timely reminder why. Steve’s shrill caw of warning came too late. “Watch your-” Loki froze, snarling as his eyes fell to the foot now wedged in a pile of shit. “How appropriate,” he sighed as he reluctantly pulled it free. He began to wipe it on the ground. “Just wipe it on the ground,” Rogers said. Loki's stare was daggers as he continued to do just that, cursing the Norns as you began to walk towards them. “What’s the hold up?” you said. Loki raised a hand to stop Steve from speaking, but alas.

“Laufeyson stepped in poop.” “Thank you, Rogers. I’m sure our ‘resident expert’ can see that.” Steve crouched down to his haunches, inspecting the boot-imprinted pile. “Looks like deer poop to me,” he observed diligently. “What do you think, Agent?” “Could be,” you said, matching his serious tone. “Nice spot.” Loki felt his jaw slacken.

What portal has opened and swallowed me to this unending nightmare.

He wiped the defiled heel of his clumpy, tan boot a final time, before marching up the ridge. He should be first. He had the compass, the ultimate instrument of inter-planetary survival, apparently. “Broth-” he started, before rocking back on his heels. “What is your problem?” he heard you hiss as you yanked the back of his jacket. Loki whipped round, every snippy retort that hovered on his lips evaporating as he saw your flushed face; wild with undisguised irritation. Steve was bumbling slowly up the hill, oblivious. “I…” Loki breathed, resisting the unfamiliar urge to tell the truth. You were still gripping a toggle that dangled from the back of his jacket. Loki looked at it, pausing a moment before refocusing with renewed vigour.

“I shouldn’t have to do this. It’s ridiculous, and you know it.” “Well why are you even here? Why don’t you just bugger off at a moment’s notice like you always do? Go whine to Heimdall or something?” Loki heard white noise bubble deep in his mind, rising to a roar as his vision tunnelled to the sight of your pupils blown wide with anger; lip trembling ever so slightly as you valiantly stood your ground. There she is, he thought with bizarre satisfaction. “Because I wouldn’t want to give the impression I’m not a team-player, would I?” he snarled through gritted teeth. You released your grip on his toggle with a scoff. “I’ll believe that when I see it. If you can last the whole trip, I’ll-”

“-You’ll what?” Loki heard himself say. The tone, he noted, was dangerously flirtatious.

You eyed him suspiciously.

“-I’ll be am-azed. The prim prince of Asgard, hacking it for a week out here. It might be good for you.” You see-sawed your palm. “But you know...low expectations.” Loki’s eyes narrowed as Steve emerged hovering over your shoulder. He suddenly reminded Loki very much of the geese parading on the kitchen walls. “I assure you, Agent, I shall pass your tests with flying colours.” He forced a smile. It hurt his cheeks in the cold. A little bow followed. A little flourish of his hand. He paused, baiting you. “I look forward to you proving me wrong, then,” you sniffed, re-adjusting the straps of your backpack.

Your eyes caught his a little longer than you’d intended.

Loki’s gaze fell to your lips, beginning to chap in the unforgiving English chill. How he wanted to capture them with his in that moment, moisten them with his breath and tongue and fiery adoration. To warm you, take care of you. As he should have when he had the chance, perhaps.

At the time, Loki wasn’t sure why - but nonetheless he held out the compass to Steve. “You take this one, Rogers.” “Alrighty then!” the captain quipped obliviously. His knees pumped up in a farcical jog down the ridge towards Thor, having an in-depth conversation with a passing sheep.

“Alrighty then,” you mimicked to yourself with quiet smile. Meeting Loki’s amused gaze, the smile fell. And without another word, you set off down the hill.

The god watched you pick your way gracefully over the autumnal landscape, breeze whipping your hair. He brushed his own from his eyes, pausing to reluctantly admire the rugged peaks and cliffs that curled in on their path. Burnt orange mingled with green, a rolling wave of seasons trickling through the vale. He could feel it all around him; through him – seeping beneath his skin, whether he willed it or no.

Change.

Chapter Two: Sticks and Stones A/N: Thank you so so much for reading this - if you did! I'm having so much fun with these bunch and I'm very excited to share this kind of ridiculous journey with you :) There won't be as many POV switches in subsequent chapters - we just needed it in this one. As always - love love to hear your thoughts. Gooooo Autumn!🍁

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sgiandubh · 5 days ago

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Heughan’s voice is as smooth as his whisky. His latest venture is his multi-award-winning whisky and gin, ‘The Sassenach’, the Gaelic word for ‘outsider’. He feels he is an outsider to the industry, but the idea behind the name seems to have emerged from his mother, who is an English artist and was called ‘Sassenach’ when she arrived in New Galloway, and in Outlander, Jamie Fraser calls his wife Sassenach as s term of endearment. “The name is very special to me,” he tells me.

Perhaps the video he recorded at Everest Base Camp was for his mother ?She's on IG too and we know Sam loves her so much and sometimes doesn't call her Mum but Chrissie. Cait is not a Sassenach because she's Irish. Sam calling her the Original Sassenach it's because of her character, Claire and he recently stated Caitriona is nothing like Claire (SheKnows interview). Either way it's not a big deal so don't blame me. It's just a thought and cute anyway .

Dear Sassenach Anon,

Let me count the ways. Quoting from memory first we had ' She [C] is the original Sassenach' (at one of the seasons' premieres in London, where he brought a bottle and waxed lyrical to the press over it). Then, we had 'Sassenach means foreigner in Scots Gaelic and it's a term of endearment of Jamie Fraser, the character I am playing in OL, for his wife' (numerous times for various media outlets). Then, 'I am the Sassenach, I always felt as an outsider, but also Jamie Fraser's term of endearment for his wife, Claire' (ditto). And then 'the name emerged from his mother who is an English artist and was called ‘Sassenach’ when she arrived in New Galloway, and in Outlander, Jamie Fraser calls his wife Sassenach as s term of endearment.'

The Arbuturian is a well regarded online magazine, founded in 2009 and based in London. It looks and reads to me as The New Yorker's slightly more plebeian, younger cousin of sorts - check their masthead mascot...

... and remember (ROFLMAO) The New Yorker's Eustace Tilley, its illustrious inspiration:

By the way, Eustace Tilley, one of my favorite dandies, was itself inspired by an engraving of the French count Alfred d'Orsay, by a certain... James Fraser, sometime around 1830. I kid you not and yes, totally Clan Fraser, born near Inverness:

Can't make this shite up, even if you wanted, huh?

Anyways, back to your question and this little media outlet that could. Its targeted audience is, according to Wikipedia:

In sociological lingo, AB means an educated mid-to high level management audience, with a hefty disposable income to boot (usually more than 1 million £/year net revenue). All it takes is a short stroll through their Lifestyle pages: according to them, among this year's most sought after Xmas gifts gimmicks are a Turnbull & Asser silk pocket square (£75) for him or a £200 voucher for Fairmont Windsor Park’s Ultimate Diamond Facial, for her.

This interview's one and only raison d'être was to sound appealing to this particular dinkie (double income, no kids) Generation X audience, especially as far as his booze was concerned. For he was on booze promo mode here and he obviously twisted a bit whatever (I repeat: whatever) his real motivation behind the brand name might have been to the least controversial possible version. It's hard to question or throw shite at this mum version, let alone at a version involving a heroic single parent as Chrissie H, let alone at Christmas time. This allowed him, at the same time, to elegantly keep his personal life away and separate between business and private: something he should have been doing since the very start. But S is a sentimental man and a people pleaser - we all know that, don't we?

It was important for S to be featured in this London online magazine, read by the same people he was once serving drinks to, at parties. It's all about aspirations, social climbing and being a part of that crowd. Finally!

And you, darling, are a troll, despite your protesting. I nevertheless hope this answered your very transparently targeted question, in the spirit of Christmas. Otherwise, it would have landed in the bin, where it probably belongs.

PS: Caitriona is Caitriona, probably nothing like Claire, indeed and thank God! Being 'like Claire Fraser' was certainly not what prompted the coup de foudre - I daresay, quite the contrary. Sorry, darling, to pop your bubble, but this is not exactly how the real world works.

Later edit: if the entire Everest trek was something 'just for himself', then the recorded video was also 'just for himself'. The reason he posted it on Instagram was to probably childishly rejoice/brag he finally made it and damn the consequences. Use a bit of logic.

#anon #fandom #shitshow #business #booze wars #Arbuturian interview December 2024

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tickytheclock · 3 months ago

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Saw a bunch of Kinsona and I'm motivated to make some.

So meet the (unwilling created and forcefully hired) employees for Dandy

C-001 (Poppy Clone) and C-002 (Boxten Clone)

- They both are clones made by Dandy, and have some Ichor resistances.

- Both of them have never seen Gardenview, and have no knowledge of it. They usually are in Dandy’s Store (the one in the Elevator) to sell him items that they got in their journey so that he can sell it other Toons.

- IDK where Dandy put em, probably in the Basement

- It's basically just Lethal Company

Character Description:

C-001 or Distractor is a more serious and less enthusiastic clone of Poppy. She still speaks whatever is on her mind with not much filter.

This makes her seem harsh, blunt and rude but she means well and cares for others well beings, especially her coworker, C-002.

C-002 or Extractor is a more alert clone of Boxten who is paranoid at times. He isn't really good with his words but he will always have his friend's back.

He cares and worries a lot about his coworker, C-001 given her role. But if things go wrong, he can always rely on his strength to protect.

Fun fact for both of them:

- C-002 is pretty heavy and tanky despite how he looks and can hits very hard. He has fought a few Twisteds throughout his job.

- C-001 had insulted and pissed off Dandy on multiple occasions but somehow get away with it.

- It isn't a run without C-001 consuming all six bottles in a Pop Pack, an entire Box o' Chocolate, lots of Speed Candy and Protein Bars, as well as AIR HORNS

- Both of them have never seen any other Toons other than Dandy and they don't really think much of the Twisteds

- They actually do get day offs (Dandy isn't a heartless boss)

#dandys world #poppy dandys world #dandys world boxten #kinsona

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hazard-c-horror · 5 months ago

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spawns in ur inbox with my hands politely folded. hello hazard-c-horror. it's been quite a few days now, and i've only Continued to fall down the dandy's world rabbit hole eihsihssh SO, since you're the only Other Person i know about that's Insane abt D.W *and* SAMS, i would like to throw Thoughts inspired by your SAMS x D.W au I've been having .D.

i was hella inspired by the character sheets you made for moon, eclipse, lunar, and solar, so. take some Thoughts for how sun, earth, and kc would work in the game digsgskqj

(btw- this disclaimer might be a bit silly- but idk if you already have Planned Out Stuff for these characters n their abilities n stuff, and i Apologize if you do- this isnt me trynna like take over your au or smtn, its just me being autistic dgsigaiya that being said, do with these ideas as you will, you have free reign over anything you do w them lmao)

Sun:

OKAY so yk how he can turn ppl into geese n stuff in canon? i feel like his transformation magic could actually be his ability. as a toon, he has the ability to turn either Himself or other toons into an object (like a soda can or chocolate bar) for 5-ish seconds. he could do this to Instantly de-agro any twisted's chasing either him or other toons, and the 5 second break could be just enough time for stamina to rebuild so even if the twisted does still spot the de-transformed toon again, they have more time/stamina to run and hide

THAT BEING SAID. his twisted form would be the exact Opposite of this- he'd be able to mask himself as an item and attack/agro onto any toon who'd try to pick him up. he'd be a lot like twisted rodger, just for items instead of capsules. and ofc there would be things making it obvious that the item wasn't trustworthy- like discoloration or added bits on it. if you have a keen eye, avoiding him is Easy :)

i have like a couple thoughts for his mastery item. first one that came to mind was a Cat Plush, which when equipped it has a “calming effect”, and ups your stealth up by around 10-ish percent, making it harder for twisted's to spot you. but then i also thought “haha Wine Bottle”, which i thought that (when close enough) it could instill the “confused” effect on nearby twisted's, and make it harder for them to see nearby toons. so both items would do the same thing, just go about it in different ways

Earth:

she deffo has an ability like tisha's or shelly's, where it helps out the other players instead of herself. im thinking she's able to heal others for one heart every two minutes. a basic ability, but bro methinks this game needs a healer besides teagen, who can only heal herself dosyohsshs the Easy way to go about it is that she can just.. go up to (aka Click) on another player to heal them, but she could also just have a “medical bag” on hand where she whips hella bandages out the wazoo and gives them to whoever needs em dishiaha

okay as a twisted this girl gives me MAD razzle and dazzle vibes in how she functions. but instead of sleeping, i can imagine her constantly Crying and remaining in one smalllll specific area, patrolling it, almost. she can be led away by Distractors (goob, pebble, ect), but once they've de-agroed her, she'll start slowly walking back to her patrol spot. the best way to deal with her is to have someone else agro her and lead her around while You fix the machine she's working on, or vice versa :) but you Can still beat her on a solo run, bc she has rather slow walk-speed when getting back to her patrol spot where you could beat her back to it after leading her away. it'd just be a Lot easier w multiple people digdihsah

and her item?? first thing that came to mind is a barbie doll. or just a “pink girl doll” bc. copyright sigsiszvah it would be an Active item (like the wrench or bottle of pop), where at the start of every round, she could place it down somewhere, and it makes noise, which leads the nearest twisted right to it. ofc we dont want it Too op, so once a twisted makes contact with it, its destroyed and returns back in earths inventory, ready to be used next round .D.

Killcode:

kc is a Complex one- i think this guy would have slow walk speed, but a fast run speed. so i think he'd be a good “distraction” character, like goob or pebble. HOWEVER. i think it'd be sick as *hell* if his ability, using his size, literally made it so that he could momentarily Pick Up Other Toons and carry them away from any twisted's chasing them. he'd prolly only be able to do so for 3-ish seconds, but it could be a saving grace for anyone out of stamina being chased .D.

now. as a Twisted. this👏man👏deserves👏lethal👏status👏 his name is LITERALLY KILLCODE i refuse to believe he cant one-shot a bitch sisgiaga due to him literally being a Being made to perfectly hunt/kill, i think how twisted kc would act is that he'd spawn in at the start of a new floor, a Sound Queue would play so that toons know he's on the floor. and now he's just.. somewhere. hiding. *waiting*. hes normally spawned behind corners or nearby machines, where its either easy to run into him or hard to avoid him. hes not Impossible to beat tho- i imagine he emimates a very quiet sound byte, so hes still avoidable on blackout floors, even if he's not visible. and that byte also helps on just normal floors too ofc. best way to deal with him is to listen to his sound queues and *be very aware of your surroundings*. cause if he spots someone, he is *hard* to lose, and hes lethal if he gets ya. once freed from his waiting spot, he's not going back to it. instead, he'll be moving around the map like a faster, but also Louder, dandy. Scary!!

aaand his item. i came up with a “soup ladel”. cause. heh. yk, because he volunteered in soup kitchens in canon? .D.? i think im Funny siosgiaa what it'd do is up the spawn rate of better Food/Drink items on every floor. think instead of soda cans spawning on floor 1, there's a higher/better chance for soda bottles to spawn instead .D.

. this is over 1K WORDS LONG OF AN ASK hazard im so sorry, im Unwell sigihgaisg okay now i go eep for tonight good nini honk shoo honk shoo

Why hello there. Longest inbox I’ve ever received

I love this a lot actually, and thank you for some ideas! Love the trinket ideas especially, will probably use them

I’m just be reading over this like 12 times, because I just love it

It’s also funny bc I had the same idea about Earths ability, so that’s nice. Great minds think alike

I don’t know if I’ll be incorporating Sun’s magic into this, but I did include Eclipse’s so I may use your idea. Bc I also don’t have any ideas for him at the moment

One unfortunate. KC will not be in this au, but I could make a non canon character sheet for him a Solar flare if people wish. Really like your ideas for him!

The soup ladle is my favorite for a trinket lol

In return of theses amazing ideas, I give you a sneak peek

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ghostsandfools · 2 months ago

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Genuinely how the fuck is Dandy and Astro’s relationship healthy.

Qwel confirmed on discord that (although moonflower isn’t canon) Dandy x Astro isn’t a toxic ship. But like… How though?

How is Dandy running the entire ichor operation and NOT being abusive towards Astro in some way? A nontoxic relationship would imply no lying, no manipulation, no abuse whatsoever. HOW.

That means Astro would HAVE to know right?????? RIGHT????

I mean, he says in game that he and Dandy don’t talk ‘as much’ but I think if I found out my partner was corrupting our friends into twisted monsters I’d file a restraining order.

Not only that but twisted Astro exists!! Was that consensual????????? Was Dandy like “honey can I feed you ichor pls” AND ASTRO JUST AGREED???????

Now there are multiple way to interpret this.

A - Dandy is not actually the one behind the ichor operation. Maybe a human (DELILAH 👁️👁️) gave him ichor, which ended up corrupting his brain. So Dandy himself isn’t totally evil, he just got fucked up on drugs

B - Astro does know everything. He knows about twisted Dandy (implied from his requirements to buy him), he knows about ichor, and in the end he cuts off Dandy before their relationship has the chance to become toxic.

C - ASTRO VILLAIN ARC??????

This confuses me beyond belief but it actually makes me quite happy. As much as I love toxic yaoi, I also love healthy moonflower they’re so cute AAAAAAA

edit: I JUST REALIZED THIS SOUNDS LIKE HATE, I PROMISE IM NOT HATING-

#dandys world #astro dandys world #dandys world dandy #dandy’s world

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justchalcedony · 5 months ago

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Everyone, meet Chal C. Dony, or simply Dony, the Geode!

She’s here to help teach kids that having special interests is just wonderful! No matter how weird they may be, there’s nothing like having something to love and hyperfixate on like a geode in the rough!

I ALSO designed a Twisted variant. Since most toons we’ve seen in-game based on rocks are animals, (AKA Pebbles) I was inspired to make the twisted variant more like a werewolf! Since geodes are rocks, but also crystals.

I love this lady so much…

Fun facts include the fact she’s based on helping autistic kids with big hyperfixation feel comfortable just enjoying what they want, and her idol is probably Rodger!

She, herself, is absolutely fascinated by Twisteds, and is your in-game tutorial guide for the first floor. She’s also the one that writes the data on Twisteds, geeking out when new ones are discovered.

Absolutely pathetic when confronted tho, so be nice to her!

Look forward to a QnA for her sometime, will it ever catch on? Who knows, who cares! UPDATE! It’s out! Come check it out!

#dandys world #dandy’s world #dandy’s world OC #dandys world OC #Roblox OC #art #Roblox

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chocos-universe · 3 days ago

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Extra Hand

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--Someone's Greedy--

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|Lee - Gigi -- Ler - Twisted Gigi|

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FT - Cosmo, Twisted Poppy, Dandy, Twisted Dandy

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Mentioned - Twisted Pebble, Twisted Cosmo

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"Sweet! A bandaid..." Cosmo sighed in relief. He went to pick it up until Gigi ran by, snatching it. "Hah! Got it!" Gigi laughed as she stopped to do a machine. "What-- GIGI I'LL D--" Cosmo yelled in fear until twisted Poppy grabbed his arm "P-Poppy-- NO NO PLEASE!!!" He then yelled in pain. Gigi's eyes widened as she moved behind boxes before peeking. Cosmo screamed out in agony as Twisted Poppy killed her only teammate. Gigi let out a breath she didn't know she was holding before hiding fully behind the boxes. She looked at the bandaid box in her hands, shaking out of fear. She regretted every part of her decision. "Oh... oh, I'm so sorry, Cosmo..." She sobbed quietly, sitting down as she hugged the box to her chest. Eventually, she got up and sniffed, placing the box in her pocket. She went back to the machine, finishing it up before running to the elevator, Twisted Dandy close behind her. She sniffed and hugged herself once the elevator closed. Dandy then showed "Ahem, where are my manners?" Dandy smiled as a bandaid, a bedkit, and a bottle of pop was displayed for her to buy. She just turned away, looking at the elevator, distraught. She didn't hear what Dandy said when she didn't buy anything, but he heard him lower down. The elevator then opened. It was a blackout. She cursed silently to herself before going out

She immediately ran to the elevator after being chased by Twisted Pebble. She used the bandaid to regain some of her health. She voted for Sparkplug on the pad on the table before it disappeared inside. She turned around as the elevator opened. It wasn't a blankout, thank God. She walked around, three machines done out of six. She grabbed a medkit before she was seen by her former teammate, who was now a twisted. She ran and made a sharp turn until Twisted Cosmo left her alone. She sighed in relief, looking behind her before looking back in front. Her eyes widened in shock. A twisted version of... herself? Impossible... no? She was alive... she stared at her hands that were covered by her hoodie, speechless. Her eyes shot up at the hand, coming out of her twisted form, reaching for her pocket. She had a medkit in there. "NOPE!" She moved back instantly, the hand missing her pocket. Twisted Gigi looked up, raising a brow, frowning a bit. "If you think you're getting this medkit, then you're wrong!" Gigi then bolted down the hallway, her twisted not too far behind her. That was until Twisted Gigi grabbed her side, squeezing it on accident

"PFFT-- H-Hehey!" Gigi paused, almost tripping as she giggled. Twisted Gigi eventually pulled her back over to her, going to reach in Gigi's pocket. "Wh-- hey!" Gigi grabbed the medkit and held it high over her head, standing on her tippy-toes. "This is MY medkit!" Gigi huffed. Twisted Gigi just groaned lowly in a response until her hand just skittered up Gigi's side upper half, accidentally digging into Gigi's underarms. "Pfft-- c-cut that ohout!-" Gigi tried to hold in her giggles until it just went on for too long. "Aha! Noohoho! You cahahahan't have it dahahahammit-! Ehehehehe!" Gigi giggled, her arm shaking until she accidentally let it go. Before her twisted could grab it, she pounced and caught it in her arms, falling to the ground with a thud before holding the medkit close to her chest. Twisted Gigi just grunted as she crawled closer, her fingers unintentionally crawling up Gigi's back "EHEHE-- *snort* STOHOHOP!" Gigi laughed, clutching the medkit closer. Twisted Gigi's hand eventually snaked under her hoodie and squeezed her stomach. "EHEHEEK-! OHOHOHOHOH NOOOHOHOHOHO!!" Gigi's legs kicked, her laughter growing louder. "PLEHEHEHEASE NOHOHO-! QUIHIHIHIHIT IHIHIHIT!! *snort*" She used one of her hands to push the others' hand out. Twisted Gigi growled slightly before she almost got the medkit, but Gigi reached her hand out, moving it away from her, panting a little. "Noho... you can't... WHYHYHYHY?!" Gigi squealed out of surprise when her twisted scratched her underarm. She was more sensitive than usual right now. "NOHOHO MOHOHORE-- I CAHAHAHAN'T-- *snort* AAAHAHAHA!" Gigi cackled, pounding her free fist on the ground, her legs kicking behind her. "OKAY!! OHOHOHOKAY!! YOU CAHAHAN HAVE IHIHIT--" Gigi let the medkit go, laughing as it continued for a little. Once Twisted Gigi noticed the medkit, her smile returned as she stopped, crawling/limping over to it. Gigi panted for a little, breathing heavily. When she noticed her twisted form was distracted, she immediately got up and ran off. She hid behind some boxes, catching her breath again there. Once she fully caught it, she went off to find machines

Once she was done, she had to run away from both Twisted Gigi and Cosmo. Twisted Gigi's finger slid down her back. Gigi squealed and tumbled over her own feet, falling face first into the elevator, the door closing in front of Twisted Gigi's and Cosmo's face. Dandy eventually popped up. "Hello ag-- ...what happened to you?" Dandy raised an eyebrow, looking down at Gigi. "That run... was BULLSHIT!" Gigi got up and dusted herself off with an annoyed sigh. "A-Ah... well, I have a smoke bomb--" "Give me that shit!" She threw her tapes at Dandy. "AAUGH--" Dandy fell over, a pile of tapes on him. She huffed and grabbed the smoke bomb. "Never. Again."

❤️End❤️

#tickle #fanfic #tickle fic #anon ask #dandy's world #dandy's world tickles #dandy's world toons #dandy's world twisteds #dandy's world twisted gigi #dandy's world gigi #Lee!Gigi #Ticklish!Gigi #Ler!Twisted Gigi #accidental tickles

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marine-indie-gal · 2 months ago

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Space Goofettes

My Personal Take on the Genderbend! Space Goofs after seeing someone else's own version, I've been wanting to do an Hypothetical Rule 63 AU on One of My Favorite Obscure Cartoons since it's been so long that I've done some Genderswaps (which is really a huge fun challenge to Me).

Also including some GB Earthlings (both Canon and My OCs from my AU) as Well.

While making my own takes, I already came up with some Names for each of the Characters.

Aliens:

Etno Polino - Laia Isola

Candy (formerly "Candle") Hector Caramella - Dandy (formerly "Danielle") Melinda Dalgona (Still a Non-Binary/Transgender)

Gorgious Klatoo - Beauty Caamino

Bud Budiovitch - Kush Kushette

Stereo Monovici - Radio Bianchi

Earthlings:

Star - Sirius

Ambre Lou Astrean - Ambrose Loup Astrean

Dr. Sigmond Viktor "Saccharin" - Dr. Sigmonia Viktoria "Saccharina"

Boris "Igor" - Doris "Igora"

Lucien Bolok - Lucienne Boloka

Ugarte - Ugarta

Lukas "Kai" Cadell - Lucca "Kay" Cadell

Kiko - Kiki

Tyson B. Adakai - Tyra B. Adakai

Posey - Basil

Jayda "Jade" Nicholson - Jayden "Jay" Nicholson

Cleo - Cleon

Matthew "Mathias" - Mattea "Matty" Gardner

Patches - Buttons

Fitzy - Fizzy

Fergus - Fergie

(Didn't have enough time to also GB My Human Adult OCs including the Parents as well as Fitzy & Fergus' Owners).

Before anyone dares to question Me, yeah, I changed the Space Goofs' surnames only for My Take mainly because I wanted to pull up a "Twist" around the Names, including adding Different Letters from the Alphabet like in some Masculine/Feminine Name Counterparts in their First Names just to sound more "akin" like to the Original Counterpart Names (like fitting in within a Rhythm based on their similar nature attached to the Said Name).

I also found out that apparently the word, "Etno" is Neptunian (as in the Planet, "Neptune" named after the Roman God) in which I twisted for Fem! Etno into "Laia" like a similar tongue-roll to "Salacia" (also a Planet named after another Roman Deity who was also Neptune's Wife) which is completely funny to Me because I happened to be a Big Huge Greco-Roman Myth nerd, lol.

I also have Another Version of Genderbend! Ambre (Ambrose) showing both designs based on My Redesign and the Canon Version from the Cancelled Movie.

Space Goofs (x) Xilam

Space Goofs OCs (c) Me

Star/Sirius (c) Me and @luci-the-stan-18

My Version of Star/Sirius (c) Me

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gardenview-center · 3 months ago

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DANDY'S WORLD ASKBLOG

This is a roleplay askblog for Dandy's World! Ran by @tinysmileyrose (18, It), and @average-hyperfixator (It/He/Any).

As this is a shared askblog, characters will not be strictly drawn by one specific person, we all have free range over the askbox!! (feel free to ask for a specific artist though :3)

Ask away to either the Toons or Staff! (no Twisteds, sorry) Toodles is the only child, everyone else is an adult. Pronouns/gender/orientation were chosen by the RPer, ships were a group effort. As there are still staff--this takes place before the 2002 shutdown of Gardenview! The blog itself takes place in the 1999/2000 era.

Character lists under cut, lists are ordered from most preferred to least preferred.

Zer's preferred characters:

M-002, Astro Novalite - They/She/He Agender, Omnirom Asex Poly M-005, Vee Version 1 - She/Her Female, Gynorom Asex Mono M-003, Sprout Seedly - He/They Transman, Androrom Androsex Ambi L-001, Dandicus Dancifer - He/Him Cisman, Panrom Pansex Mono M-004, Shelly Fossilian - She/Her Transwoman, Birom Bisex Ambi C, Tisha - She/Her Ciswoman, Gynorom Gynosex Mono U-002B, Dazzle - He/It Male, Birom Bisex Mono U, Connie Boolynski - She/Her Ciswoman, Gynorom Gynosex Ambi Delilah Keen - She/Her Ciswoman, Androrom Androsex Mono U-002A, Razzle - They/She Demigirl, DemiPanrom Asex Ambi Shanon Mendez - She/Her Ciswoman, Birom Bisex Mono M-001, Pebble - He/Him Male (dog) Sam Mclaughlin - They/Them Genderqueer, Panrom Pansex Poly R-005, Goob - He/Him Cisman, Demi Panrom Pansex Ambi C-003, Shrimpo - He/It Cisman, Birom Bisex Ambi C-002, Boxten - He/They Cisman, Gynorom Gynosex Mono Austin Russo - He/Him Cisman, Androrom Androsex Ambi

Used mediums: FireAlpaca, MS Paint

// our ooc messages look like this! // we're fine with most all sorts of asks! if you specify you want me--feel free to ask WHATEVER :3, nsfw is a-okay with me!!

Jace's preferred characters:

R-002, Glisten - He/It Genderfaun, Androrom Androsex Ambi U-001, Brightney - She/Her Ciswoman, Birom DemiBisex Mono U, Rodger - He/Him Transman, Androrom DemiAndrosex Mono U, Teagan - She/They Genderfae, Gynorom Gynosex Mono C, Cosmo - He/Him Cisman, Androrom Androsex Mono R-004, Scraps - She/Her Demigirl, Birom Asex Mono R, Gigi - She/Her Pangender, Panrom Pansex Poly R, Flutter - She/It Agender, Panrom Pansex Mono U, Finn - He/They/Fin Demiboy, Androrom Asex Ambi C-001, Poppy - She/Her Ciswoman, Birom Bisex Ambi U, Toodles - She/Her Female (child) C, Looey Arthur Walton - He/Him Cisman, Birom Bisex Mono Devan Reed - He/Him Cisman, Gynorom Gynosex Mono Veronica Hurley - She/Her Ciswoman, Gynorom Gynosex Ambi

Used mediums: Procreate

(ooc; I write ooc messages like this!) If you wanna ask me questions- go nuts! I’d prefer if things stay sfw. (Jokey suggestive things are fine lmao)

Ships:

Shellevision ~ Vee x Shelly Reflective Detective ~ Glisten x Rodger Midnight Snack ~ Astro x Sprout x Cosmo Moonflower ~ Dandy x Astro Light Humor ~ Brightney x Razzle Ragebait ~ Finn x Shrimpo Onesided Fossilcleaning ~ Shelly x Tisha Onesided Cleantea ~ Tisha x Teagan Onesided Midnight Tragedy ~ Astro x Dazzle *note that not all these ships are universal between us two, these are just what we agreed on for the askblog

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multifandomfix · 2 years ago

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Dandy Mott Yandere Alphabet

A = Attachment (How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?)

Dandy shows his love by buying you extravagant gifts, mostly and it can get ugly if he doesn’t think you appreciate it enough.

B = Blood (How messy are they willing to get when it comes to you?)

So messy. That doesn’t matter to him in the slightest. Someone bothering you? Not anymore they can’t.

C = Clingy (Do they require your attention at all times? How do they act when you ignore them?)

He cannot stand to be ignored. Any time he’s around he expects your full and enthusiastic attention.

D = Dependent (Are they codependent? Do they want you to rely solely on them for your care/protection?)

Dandy will be very upset if you turn to anyone but him to protect you. He’s very codependent and despite his outward confidence, also insecure.

E = Excess (Would they spoil or pamper you? To what extent?)

He’d spoil you rotten. Any wish or whim and whatever it is, it’s yours.

F = Fatal (Would they kill you? Kill for you?)

He would kill you but only if you pushed him to it. And then he’d probably kill himself afterward. And he’d certainly kill for you with ease and he’d enjoy it.

G = Give Up (What are they willing to sacrifice for you?)

Really, next to nothing. He’ll say he sacrifices for you, but it’s not anything that he’ll ever actually miss.

H = Harsh (How do they take to you mouthing off to them or saying something they don’t want to hear?)

He’ll lash out at you, maybe even slap you which he’ll regret and try to make up for later.

I = Inseparable (What are they like when you’re not with them? Do they check in on you constantly, or feel lost without you?)

Unless it’s his idea, it’s rare for Dandy to not be with you. He totally feels lost without you and tries not to stay away for any length of time.

J = Jilted (How do they act when met with rejection from you?)

Childish rage. He’ll throw an outright temper tantrum. Then he’ll forget about it and start from scratch until you eventually do accept him.

K = Kidnap (Would they ever abduct you just to have you to themselves for a while?)

He definitely would. You’re his prize, and once caught, you’ll be kept in his house unless he took you out himself.

L = Lines (Do they cross lines with you? What ones? Is it something they know they’re doing?)

Dandy will cross any line he has to. He tells you he hates to, but you know it’s a lie. He’ll do whatever he wants whether you like it or not.

M = Manipulation (Would they manipulate you? How? And would you realize that’s what was happening?)

He won’t really manipulate you, simply because he’s deluded enough to think you’ll already do exactly what he wants when he wants.

N = Naive (Do they like you pliant or do they prefer you to challenge them?)

He doesn’t like a challenge, so staying pliant and agreeable is your best way of staying safe around him.

O = Ownership (Do they feel possessive of you? How do they act when you’re around others?)

He’s 100% possessive of you. You’re his and his alone. He doesn’t even like anyone to set eyes on you if he can help it.

P = Petulant (Are they moody? Easy to anger? Or are they patient and forgiving around you?)

He’s very moody and extremely easy to anger. He does put on a very sweet act around you but it can turn on a dime.

Q = Quit (Would they quit any of their behaviors for you if you asked?)

No. God no. You’re just his pet, his possession. He’s not going to change for you.

R = Rules (Would they have rules for you? Brainwash you? Teach you the right way to be theirs?)

His main rule is to never leave the house. And he’d teach you all of the correct ways to be his. If you don’t follow them, you can expect serious anger.

S = Stalker (Would they stalk you? How far would it go?)

Before he brought you home, he for sure stalked you. It’s how he became so fascinated with you in the first place.

T = Target (What do they wish to do to you? How twisted are their ideals?)

He just wishes to have you, to look at you like you’re some kind of doll and to make you love him.

U = Utopia (How much effort do they put into making you happy?)

He puts a fair amount of effort into keeping you happy. But he doesn’t like it when you’re not appreciative of those efforts.

V = Violence (Would they ever be violent with you?)

Probably, yes. He’s prone to violence, but he’ll always get all sweet again and promise you he didn’t mean it.

W = Will (Would they ever do anything against your will?)

Certainly. He’s only concerned with his own will, so get on board or face the consequences.

X = Xoanon (Would they revere or worship you? To what length would they go to win you over?)

He would revere you as the pinnacle of his collection. And he’d go to great lengths to win you over so that you stayed his forever.

Y = Yowl (Do they ever make you cry? Do they enjoy your tears?)

He has made you cry, but he doesn’t like to see your tears. He’ll kiss or sometimes lick them away and soothe you, even if he’s the one that caused them moments ago.

Z = Zenith (Would they ever break you just so you’d stay with them?)

Yes. If there was no other way you’d stay and behave, he’d break you so you would.

For @arianadevareux

Dandy Mott: @bluenystic, @peggycarter-steverogers, @gothtrash6969, @callsigncrash, @words-of-holly, @somelonelywriter

#dandy mott #dandy mott yandere alphabet #dandy mott x reader #american horror story #american horror story freakshow #ahs #ahs freakshow #request

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