#i do not know what dandy’s world is but HEY!

[s-4pphics]

cw; fratadjacent!ellie, mentions of prescription drugs and dealing, literally just for ‘23 tlou tumblr nostalgia 

attempt 747388282 of getting outta my block. barely edited bc i havent slept

How the hell do you introduce yourself to a dealer?

Initiating convos with a stranger with a hey, do you sell addies, seems a little rude for regular common folk, but do dealers actually care about introduction etiquette? Highly doubtful, but you despise assuming shit about people, much due to the fact that your brain has a deadly latching tendency, remembering everything it shouldn’t and forgetting everything you should remember. 

Dealers are driven by the dollar, aren’t they? Just like everyone else. Show the money, get the candy… or something? You doubt Mel would put you in harm's way. 

You came to your roommate in the middle of a breakdown: self-soothed through a panic attack with snot dripping down your nose and thoughts scattered like they always are. Always. Your brain never listens to reason and it’s torture. She held you while you cried and cursed the medical industry, all while your brain shattered to pieces, attempting to find solace in Mel’s softened whisper. 

I have this friend…

And of course, your brain never forgets. Your prescription is forever to blame for your shortcomings. Every unfinished essay, failed test, failed class — mindless scrolling — it’s all due to your lack of… candy. Brain candy. It’s fucked up how terribly you need it to get through school. If you don’t pop one at six in the morning everyday, every plan you make goes down the drain and into the sewers. 

Pharmacies are supposed to always have their shit together. Customers come in, grab their beans, and they dip for a month before doing it all over again. Visits are dandy until they aren’t, apparently. Out of all people, why did they have to fuck up yours? A year of going to the same location with the same pharmacist and they suddenly misplace the only jewels that keep your head on your neck. 

Sure, you could sue or commit arson to that entire building, but you decided spending the last bit of your free time bribing the go-to drug lord of campus would be much more beneficial. And less… endangering. 

Mel is close with drug dealers — a surprising fact to discover about your soft-toned friend. Ellie Williams is one of them, and she’s expecting your arrival, according to Mel. The texts between you and this faceless stranger were brief, aloof — quite business-like despite the topic of conversation. You only hear about her from the sidelines or your roommate, and everyone seems to have a consensus opinion. 

Evidently, she fucking sucks. And fucks. Literally and figuratively. Good for her? You don’t give a shit. She agreed to give you a month's supply of Dextro for fifteen bucks. Fuck the gossip and the pharmacy. 

That gets you knocking. It takes fourteen seconds for the door to open, and you're instantly hit with the wall of Mary. Jane, in particular, and she’s covered in red lights. 

The testy drug head doesn’t fit everybody’s description; her face is almost too sweet for her body. She’s literally wearing Spiderman PJs. What kinda dealer has freckles and rosy cheeks? Her eyes remind you of a deer’s despite the pink tint. Can deers even get high? 

One of the first things Ellie does is take in your Patrick Star slippers. Her grin is slight as she eyes them. 

“Huh.”

“… Hey.” 

“Hello.” 

You hate silence more than anything in the world. It’s so fucking awkward in this hallway. 

“Name?” 

… Maybe intros are necessary? “Oh. Uh. I’m Mel’s friend. I’m guessing y’all know each other? I’m—“

The a-ha she makes is very innocuous. This is the beast everyone always talks about? “My dex pickup, right?” 

You jokingly shrug, “in the flesh.” 

“Nice to meet you.” 

“You… you, too.” 

It’s silent again. Being shot in the face would be less painful than standing here. 

Soon, but not nearly enough, Ellie digs into her pocket to retrieve a very familiar looking orange bottle. It almost looks like yours minus the white sticker with your name and dosage. Just plain orange. And filled a hefty amount. A little over halfway. 

“Uh,” you stumble around in your jean pocket like an idiot. When you come up empty handed, you dig around in your back pocket. Then your other front, then your other back. 

Where the fuck is your twenty? 

“Uh… um…”

You check your bra and your shoulder bag and your sock, all while Ellie stares at you like you’re a walrus on stilts. 

“I’m… I dunno where my…” 

“Short?”

Flames burst beneath your cheeks. Too fucking short. If you were in a mafia film, you’d be strung up in front of Ellie’s door as a warning for loose pocketers. 

But Ellie’s not in the fucking mafia. She looks like she’s about to laugh. Before you can drown her in apologies, she hands you the clattering jar. 

“… Wh—“

“No offense, but… I think you needa fill.” 

This has to be a test. Ellie’s going to slice your hand clean off your wrist when you reach for your vice… Your prescription, you mean. Not vice—

“You want ‘em or not?” 

Impatient as fuck — very on brand. Just as your palm eagerly closes around the bottle, a shock of electricity pops from Ellie’s hand to yours. She flinches but you don’t. The horrifying screams from the little fuckers in your hand are too distracting. 

“Do I owe you?” 

She ponders for a second. Eyes you with curiosity. Snickers down at your slippers. 

“It’s cool. Just tell me if they work.” 

“Why wouldn’t they?”

“Do I really have to explain the hierarchy to you?” 

“What do you think?” 

Ellie pins you with a playful glare, “I bought from someone new.” 

That doesn’t mean shit to you, so why are you attempting to make conversation? “Is that why you stocked me up?” 

“Sure.” 

“Are they laced?” 

She shrugs, “maybe.” 

That should induce fear… It never comes. You anticipate focusing too much to care. If you die, you die. 

This convo fucking sucks. And now it’s quiet because how the fuck are you supposed to respond to you potentially OD-ing? Your brain’s cranking but, just like every other time, you come up empty handed. 

“You can go now.” 

You try not to be bothered by her dismissing you. You shouldn’t be bothered by anything — she did you a favor. Ellie must really like your fucking slippers. She’s spoken to Patrick more than you this entire time. 

“… Thanks.” 

“No sweat. Get home safe.” 

Her door closes. Your chest opens. You convince yourself it’s with gratitude, and not at all due to the weird attraction you felt for that drugged-out freakazoid. 

[vmmay]

THIS IS SO CUTESY!!!!!!

includes 4 characters from movie 1. i made an extra outfit per character. u get those from character mastery.

how could i forget randy, you ask? ..whos randy?

he'd be a vhs tape. imagine it yourself

[scandydandyshucks]

really really funny to think abt when we first get together and start messing around and he asks me if I'd be up for trying out some dom/sub dynamics. but he has that twinkle in his eye as he asks bc he Knows I'm going to say yes. and yes i do in fact agree to it bc ofc i do. im no fool. i know what i want.

and then he starts in on teasing me and im like "wait hang on, are u just assuming i want to be the sub??"

and he pauses for a minute to ask, sort of confused: "... do u want to dom?"

and i hesitate for a second before going "i mean... no i absolutely do not, but,,, why did u just assume i didn't?" and pretend to be offended and hurt abt it.

and then he one hit KOs me by saying "it's not exactly hard to tell you're a sub" and i have to to crawl into my early grave and die there DHFHDJDKL

[pukefactory]

can i pls have looey x reader who is very kind and nice but is revealed to be a super freaky perv... only if you want though.. reader who is the definition of "lady in the streets, freak in the sheets" PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLE

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ SENSATIONS ⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆

➜ Summary: A compilation of headcanons featuring Looey and a flirty reader

➜ Character(s): Looey (Dandy’s World)

➜ Genre: Headcanons, SFW

➜ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

➜ Image Credits: Qwelver

✧ Looey fell for you because you were sweet, kind, and gentle—an absolute angel. You were the type to assist with his circus troupe, support the other Toons, and offer compliments without hesitation, making everyone feel at ease. A true breath of fresh air, bringing him a sense of calm he didn’t realize he needed.

✧ He never suspected a thing. Not when you giggled at his silly tricks. Not when you held his hand just a little too long. Not even when you leaned in close to whisper in his ear, your voice thick with syrupy sweetness and just a hint of seduction. To him, you were simply affectionate—perhaps a bit overly so at times, but he didn’t mind in the slightest. If anything, he adored the attention.

✧ The first time you slip up, he thinks he misheard you. Maybe it was a joke? A strange one, sure, but hey, he’s not one to judge. But then it keeps happening. Subtle, lingering touches. Offhand remarks laced with suggestion. The kind of smile that makes his face feel far hotter than it should. That’s when it dawns on him—you’re hinting at something.

✧ When the realization finally clicks, Looey becomes a nervous wreck. He starts stuttering around you more, avoiding eye contact, trying (and failing) to pretend he doesn’t know exactly what you meant by that comment. It’s not that he doesn’t like it—oh, he likes it way too much. And that makes everything worse.

✧ You, of course, find his reactions adorable. He puffs up like a balloon whenever you tease him, only to deflate the moment he realizes you’re serious. His face flushes a deep red, his hands fidget anxiously with the hem of his sweater, and his whole body seems two seconds away from floating off entirely with how flustered he becomes.

✧ It gets to the point where even the others start noticing. “You okay there, Looey?” “You look a little… tense.” “Why do you keep squeaking every time they walk by?” He’ll laugh nervously and try to brush it off, but you? You just smile. Innocently. As if you’re not the exact reason for his internal crisis.

✧ He tries to turn the tables on you once. Just once. He thinks, Maybe if I flirt back, it won’t be so bad! It immediately backfires. You don’t just take it in stride—you double down, and Looey practically short-circuits, reduced to a mess of red blush and nervous, sweaty palms. Yeah. Never again.

✧ Despite his embarrassment, he secretly loves it. He’d never admit it, but he enjoys how effortlessly you fluster him. The way you make him feel weightless, like he’s floating even when his feet are planted firmly on the ground. It’s exhilarating. Terrifying. Addictive. A rush unlike anything else, filling his stomach with a swarm of ticklish butterflies.

✧ When the two of you are alone, he becomes even more jumpy. He knows that’s when you drop the innocent act entirely, when the soft-spoken sweetness morphs into something else. Something dangerously flirtatious. Something he definitely shouldn’t be so excited about—but can’t help anticipating, even if your true self makes him a little nervous.

✧ At the end of the day, you’re still his sweet, kind (and slightly terrifying) partner, and he wouldn’t trade that for anything. Even if you make his heart feel like it’s going to pop like a balloon every time you lean in and whisper something sinfully suggestive in his ear.

[loservillepopulationtwo]

BATFAM AU - LOA Tim au

-

Tim is prowling the streets looking for crime- sure Batman said no to him becoming Robin but the streets are a mess! Batman needs Robin! Gotham needs Robin! And if no one else is gonna step up then he is! He doesn't have a suit or training so it... has not been going the best so far! But he's going to get better! What Batman gonna do? Tell him to stop? Already didn't work the first time! Besides he strategically picked Crime Alley because Batman avoids this place!

It's not like he can just bump into Robin in the streets anymore!

Sounds of fighting! Just the thing Tim was looking for! He has his handy dandy camera to make evidence of crimes!

Tim edged closer to the fighting from the shadows- some poor guys about to get mugged! Then a fist went flying. But it wasn't his...

It was one of those guys off to the side who clearly had some tragedy lead them here who stare far off into the distance and don't seem all there... Fighting the clearly mentally ill guy- wait that's every Gotham rogue and vigilante- but you know what he means!

Tim was about to move when the guy took down the muggers with trained ease. Robin trained ease. Robin trained ease. He could recognize that fighting style anywhere!

Tim, out of habit, took a picture.

Robin finished up and started walking away.

"H-hey wait!" Tim followed him

Why was he pretending to be dead!?

Robin's head didn't even move towards him when he yelled.

"What-"

Robin stared at him blanky, not blinking, not responding.

"Wait are you okay?" Tim asked to no response.

Does Batman even know he's here?! He knows Batman doesn't know! Batman isn't anywhere near here!

Robin continued walking, almost walking into traffic. Tim shrieked and grabbed Robin's hand before he could walk off.

Oh my god!!! Is he a Zombie!?!? THERE'S A ZOMBIE ROBIN!!!!

They (Tim) waited for the road to be clear before walking.

Robin was going somewhere, what is he doing?

Robin went through the streets before going to what seemed like a condemned building.

Was this Robin activities?!

"For the last time get out of here you damn kids!"

It was not Robin activites

"You his keeper, kid?"

Tim wasn't but he nodded anyway, hoping to fish for information.

"Listen- I don't know or care what's wrong with that kid but keep him out of my house! I don't care if he used to live here."

-

Tim showed Robin his murder board photograph collection in an attempt to get any kind of reaction.

“They’re great photos right? You and Batman! Or Bruce I guess-“

Well. Robin did not like the photos it turns out! Because he froze for a second letting Tim yap before it processed and-

But it’s a win for Tim because he knows he’s right about Robin! Batman can just fix the rest and then he’ll be back to being Robin! Any reaction is better than the far off look right?

(Privately, Tim cried over his prized possessions)

(Jason felt something hearing that he can’t grasp enough thought to know what but his chest felt pain)

-

Honestly Robin being alive made Tim sigh in relief- he didn't want to take the burden of Robin but he couldn't see any other choice!

Now how to return to Batman...

If only there was a return to sender button

I know what you're thinking 'Tim you know Batman's identity! Just tell Bruce Wayne!' if only it was that easy... If only...

"Sorry Mr Wayne isn’t available for an appointment right now! He's currently-" off-world with the justice league "-In Paris!"

Tim sighed. Then double sighed when he saw Robin still sitting in the weirdest most uncomfortable looking position after 3 hours of calls.

"Why is it so hard to return you to Bruce!"

"Bruce"

"Yeah, yeah I know"

-

Tim casually leaned against the door to his room- why of all days was today cleaning day! He bartered off having a nanny when his photography (of Batman and Robin) took off but apparently he still ‘needed supervision to make sure he doesn’t kill himself’ from time to time! Disgusting…

His exnanny gave him a scathing look.

“Please I am only a teenage boy, I am just starting my teenagery as I am 13 I need my space you don’t want to go into my room right now!”

She sighed and Tim counted this as a win.

That’ll only work for one day though he’ll have to figure out something else tomorrow! Hopefully he won’t still be here by then so it’ll be moot point.

Thankfully Robin was malnourished and half dead so he wasn’t so big -hell he was just an inch and a half taller than Tim! though that makes sense since theyre only a year and half or two years apart! should he count the dead bit???- so he wasn’t hard to hide! The hard part was that he kept having panic attacks in small spaces… and then running off… and then Tim would have to find him again.

-

Tim wanted to go to bed. He wasn’t sure where to put Robin before that. He didn’t want him to be too far in case Robin runs off again! He can’t keep going back to Crime Alley! Or random park benches!

His bed is too small for the two of them though, as his parents were going to upgrade his bed to a teenager size one later this year…

“Hahhh, let’s just take my parents room it’s big enough.”

Wait oh god does Robin have enough mental capacity to change? Or take a bath?

-

Robin screamed and it jolted Tim out of his slumber.

“Bruce- Bruce-“ Robin was crying.

‘Nice to know he does remember’ a morbid part of Tim’s brain thought

“Hey- hey- it’s just a-“ this isn’t helping

“I’ll get you to Batman, okay? Soon- Just hang tight okay we’ll-“

Wait maybe that’s why he kept trying to escape at night! He’s following his old routine!

“Want to go find crime- Batman?”

Unfortunately Robin didn’t respond as he was still crying but Tim helped him up anyways.

Tim loves crime. Not doing crime- well doing a little crime- but mostly fixing it!

-

No luck finding Batman but Tim got to copy Robin’s moves live!

He also woke up as a undignified teddy bear the next morning which was not fun.

-

After the 15th call to Bruce Wayne’s personal number Tim was starting to get disappointed. Maybe a different route then…

Tim poked Robin's cheek repeatedly, in an annoying little brother fashion despite being an only child- spiritually he was an annoying younger sibling, "Hey do you know where Richard Grayson went underground to? Any place you two used to hang out?"

Robin grabbed his hand.

"Robin!!! I need that hand!!! How am I supposed to return you without it!!!"

Tim shrieked when Robin almost bit him

-

They were out and about in daylight this time so he couldn’t go calling Robin, Robin. Why on earth his brain defaulted to Brother instead of Jason is beyond him.

Probably that old lady on the bus who called him “such a sweet child for taking care of his brother.”

Thankfully (or not thankfully?) everyone would only stare for a minute before they saw Robin proper and realized and looked away. Which is probably how he wen’t unfound this entire time. No enemies but also still no allies…

Maybe he could try the police station! He’d try Batgirl but no one has seen anything of her in a long time… is she dead like Robin now?

Tim didnt realize his body clenched up at the thought until he felt Robin grip his hand back.

“Thanks Rob- brother of mine”

So they can’t just waltz in there and just ask to use the bat signal right? Besides the commissioner is there right now! If anyone were to catch him before Batman it’s that guy!

They did almost get caught by this red-haired wheelchaired civilian though- that was a close one! But thankfully they made it to the top…

“Whose there?!”

“Oh goddamn it-!”

Tim led Robin to the Bat signal, “Come on Robin! I have a great idea!”

-

“A rogue stole the bat signal?”

Gordon nodded, still feeling numb from the wrench to the back of his head…

Bruce felt a heavy wave of nostalgia and grief, “Jason used to steal from me and hit me with blunt metal objects…” Bruce sighed again. He misses his son. He wants Jason here. Jason would be laughing his ass off right now.

Gordon gave him a sad stare, “Hey if you need to take a step back I can handle this okay…”

Bruce can’t lose another son.

-

“WHY DID A POLICE SHOW UP INSTEAD OF BATMAN?!?”

Thankfully, he didn’t expect a child so Tim kicked him in the balls and ran.

-

“Okay so. It’s been a week. at this point I’m thinking we should break into Wayne Manor!”

Robin didn’t say anything but Tim felt Robin lean into him and that’s as good as he’s gonna get!

“If anyone has any objections to this raise your hand!”

Since Tim was presenting his solutions to his hoard of stuffed animals and a dead Robin no one raised their hand. Tim was satisfied with this!

“I rest my case!”

-

They only got halfway through the plan when they hit a stall.

Assassins!

Who even needs to send assassins against a half dead guy! He’ll die on his own without help!

Robin took one of them down but-

Tim shrieked as some tall lady grabbed him by the back of his shirt.

“This is interesting.”

Enemies found them first! Yayyy fun. Can you hear the sarcasm? because Tim is NOT HAVING FUN!!!

“My tails were following the little dead Robin when they found something of note,” she was looking down directly at him, “A child who out detectived the bat”

The other assassin successfully restrained Robin.

This would be a great time for Batman to appear out of thin air!

Unfortunately, Batman did have a track record for being too late to save his kids.

-

Tim tries memorizing every route they take at first, but as it becomes apparent he’s being taken outside of the country he isn’t sure what to do. Ro- Jason (Talia insisted) stopped being hostile as soon as the assassins stopped being hostile. Does he remember that they were hostile a few hours ago? Does he care?

Jason reached out and grabbed Tim’s hand like Tim did whenever they wen’t out in public, except there were no streets for him to walk into here.

-

Ra who did not want Tim at first but Talia persuaded

"Just the dead Robin would have been sufficient

"He will prove himself useful, father."

"He should hope"

Ra Al Ghul stared down at Tim. For some reason, Tim's spleen hurt. He isn't sure why exactly his spleen, but it hurts.

-

Tim is trained by the LOA, but his main role is gathering intelligence, and other detective-like things. His smarts is the reason he got noticed after all! Talia has a weird (proud) glint in her eyes.

-

Jason has been training as a bodyguard… nanny.

Jason has no clue but it’s really clear to Tim from the way Jason has been taught to swaddle this water balloon and hold it without popping.

There’s one thing Tim has found about Talia and it’s that she would go to great lengths to keep her loved ones safe. Like a baby.

Jason must’ve felt the eyes because he just said “Ball”

Another change with his training- Talia has been having him go through physical and mental therapy. He can say words now! But he has to be retaught them.

So far he has, “Ball” “Mine” and “Milkshake”

Tim’s tried explaining that all foods aren’t called milkshake but that just makes Jason stubborner. Thankfully Tim is even stubborner. Both of them will die on their hills.

-

“For being so smart you haven’t commented on that,” Talia said with amusement.

“Momma didn’t raise no bitch” well Momma didn’t raise nobody Tim’s mom was absent but still! He’s not gonna say that

“Ah, so you have true smarts, unlike my beloved- who can be so adorably dumb when it comes to women.”

Bruce Wayne worlds no 1 fumbler

-

Tim was on his first mission when Damian was born.

“Did Lady Shiva say yes?”

Tim nodded, “She also said congratulations.”

“And you, Tim?”

“…you look really good for having just had a baby?”

Talia huffed, “good, I would be disappointed if you couldn’t even find something like that out.”

She had not informed Tim, naturally. But he’s just a sneaky little guy.

“Come now, let’s go see Damian.”

Damian was swaddled and being held tenderly by Jason, “Mine.”

“Family, Jason we’ve been over this, Family. Remember this word, fam-ily”

“Mine. Family”

“Good enough.”

“He’s so tiny!” exclaimed Tim- he’d never actually seen a baby before. Only things like Richard Graysons baby photos!! This is so different from baby photos!

“Want to hold him?” Talia smiled at Tim

“Mine!”

Talia bonked him on the head, “Share!”

Jason, having long been program to listen to Talia and her progeny did not smack back like he would with anyone else.

Tim felt so nervous holding Damian but Talia and Jason were there so it’d be fine… or he’d get double murdered.

Damian spit up on Tim.

-

“What of the classics have you read?”

Tim shrugged, he kinda just skips school…

Talia looked pained.

“Jason Todd, allegedly, loved reading classical literature back in the day,” when in doubt, just drop a fact Tim shouldn’t be able to know.

Talia was too appeased to remember to force him to read any of them for a month.

-

Tim is starting to think Damian hates him.

He vomits on every one of his good shirts and he’s entirely certain it’s on purpose!

Jason doesn’t care about his poor shirts and keeps attending to Damian.

Tim continuously tries to teach Damian to throw up on Jason too to get back at him!

-

A shadow attacked Damian one night.

Jason tore the heart out of the shadow out, the movements were swift and graceful from training.

"Mine!"

Damian cried.

Tim didn't do anything, the shadows bore the signifiers of Talia's men after all.

Later he did raise an eyebrow when Talia asked them if they had a good sleep.

Seriously, she doesn't need to test them! Sometimes a guy wants a good sleep.

Talia's eyes held a hint of amusement at Tim's disgruntleness.

-

“Tim, if you see Jason letting Damian bite his fingers get Damian one of his teethers. I have no idea where Jason’s hands hand been.”

“Inside a guy’s chest as he ripped out his heart probably.”

“And where have those hearts been!”

-

“Come on Damian! It’ll be super funny! Mur-der”

“ummummummm”

“Mur-der”

“muragh!”

“That’s the spirit!”

Jason was sitting behind Damian, helping him sit up (even though Damian cat sit Jason is just a preprogrammed mother hen) while Tim desperately tried to steal first word from Damian before it could be “ball” or “mine” from mimicking Jason or “Mama” from Talia’s training. That’s why he needs this counter measure!

“Mur-der!”

“murrrr!”

A bird chirped and Damian was instantly distracted, crawling towards it.

Tim turned to Jason, scandalized, “Why’d you let him crawl away!”

Instead of Damian’s first word being the focus Jason went off to catch the bird for Damian leaving Tim with the Baby!

In the end Damian’s first word was “Robin” and none of them taught him this he heard it in passing when he. was chasing the bird as apparently it was a Robin bird?!?. It was the league of assassins version of a babys first word being “fuck”

-

Tim and Talia are on a mission. Tim informs Talia that his sources say that Damian has taken his first steps (towards Jason)

Talia is suddenly in a better mood for the rest of the day and the rest of Tim’s squad are very happy and keep thanking Tim for saving them.

Tim is climbing up this ladder fast, even without being a heavy hitter (he can still fight ofc he loves his Saintie, great for parrying)

-

Damian, Jason and Tim never really got out of the habit of sharing a cot, as Jason and Tim would have to protect more often then not at night- what between Ra’s and Talia’s own men. Tim still doesn’t trust that guy to sleep on his own.

Naturally, Tim and Damian have both gotten used to falling asleep to humming classic Crime Alley tunes.

Not for the first time Tim wonders what kind of things are going on in that brain. If he knows what hes humming.

He’s been here a while, he’s seen the lazarus pits. He wonders what would happen if Jason went in one. Would he be healed?

Damian has never known anything different.

-

Tim, chatterbox, Drake realized pretty quickly that Damian loved hearing stories. It was also helpful to trying to restore Jason's mind to say stories about the past- but the biggest thing was just that Tim's a massive Batman and Robin fan. Being in the LOA has not stopped him.

It's not like Talia minds- she just sighs dreamily at specific points.

Which is how Tim finds himself in the weird position of being inbetween multiple Al Ghuls and a dead Robin telling his stalker stories pretty often.

Talia keeps lecturing him on his format- as it's not good enough for her! Classic lovers...

-

Damian has started training, it's kind of funny to watch someone with such small limbs try to move

Wait is this how Batman felt watching his poor attempt to vigilante!?

Discreetly, Tim pictures for future making fun of purposes when Damian is 20.

Ra didn't even notice!

Tim adds this to his secret photos folder, still full of current Batman photos- oh and the new blonde Robin. He really want's to dig into it but Bruce didn't adopt this one.

-

Jason lost a lot of his ability to understand spoken word. But he can still understand emotions and body language. He's been thrown back to simpler mode of understanding, based mostly on instinct.

It's every human's first language before spoken language. Most forget but for some like David Cain's shadow, it is their first language.

They don't interact much but the few times they do is nice. Everyone else just sees two people sitting in silence and slowly leave.

Sadly, the shadow leaves soon. From the room and the league.

-

Tim really needs to do this.

He really needs do this work.

Why is Damian crying while he's trying to do work!?

Jason is holding him, which usually stops the crying.

"Bad training session?"

Damian sniffled, "I am the grandson of the Demon I never have bad training sessions!"

Tim nodded, "mmm really?"

"Maybe, you wouldn't know!"

Tim just stared at Damian until he caved. Tim's Very Done Look tm has gotten better these past few years.

"I couldn't kill MR- Mr.fluffy"

"Your favorite pet??"

Damian nodded.

"Well shit, I bet me and Jason couldn't do that either!"

Damian immediately scoffed "No need to coddle me Drake!"

"I'm serious"

"Really?"

"Dead serious."

Tim grabbed his hidden pile of photos and took out some Batman ones, "You know Batman thinks killing is shameful?"

Damian blinked, "Father?"

"Bruce," was Jason's helpful addon, which clearly means Tim's right.

"Yeah he has a no killing rule."

"So it's okay if I..."

"It's okay"

Damian didn't want to kill so he wouldn't.

No one else in the League of Assassins is okay with this but they don't matter. Besides, Talia and Jason would die before anything could harm Damian.

-

Tim's been on all kinds of international missions, so it's a bit of a surprise when Talia decides to switch it up a bit.

Jason's been sent to train internationally and Tim's stuck on babysitter duty for the foreseeable future.

Talia barely looked in his eyes. Something serious is going to happen and he's going to need to gather his forces. Thankfully, he's made many connections during his time here. Tim's just cool like that.

(League version of the Teen Titans consider guys guys-)

-

Damian’s aging in this is gonna be a little weird and I’m going to blame it on the lazarus water forcing him to physically grow quicker (because it speeds up healing and he's a kid, has the reverse affect on adults) while he’s being healed so my timeline makes sense. Oh maybe Jason too but he's only been like a few times so he just looks his chronological age. He’s just been in it oh so many times and its so sad and angsty and not all for the timeline! So it’s like 13-15-0 at the start and 16-18-6 physically for the sake of my sanity we dont need to think about things like “barely remembering anything after 15” or “being born 4 years ago” its not important

-

Jason wakes up in the lazarus pit very confused. He doesn't remember the last few years.

Tim and Damian try very hard to hide their dissapointment. They're very happy Jason is healthier-

"Do you really not remember?" the little kid stared up at Jason and Jason felt his heart pierce. Why does he feel so bad???

Why does he trust these people? It's hard to control his instincts with them- his instincts just turning into either putty.

-

A shadow comes near them and Jason instinctively growls and rips the shadow into pieces.

Okay so. His instincts is so different now?

"...are you okay?" Jason asked the two

Neither looked surprised or at all scared.

-

Something about his and Tim's height difference keeps making his thoughts fall into 'I remember when me and Tim were around the same height' before he goes 'WHAT???'

Damian walking and his stupid brain goes 'Damian's first steps'

What is this??? It's so weird!!

-

"So Jason clearly has some kind of memory of us it's just kinda buried," Tim informed Damian, thankfully they're two shadows Jason never notices.

-

Damian steals Tim's photo folder and shows Jason

It takes a while but Jason just gives up and accepts this is his life now

-

Jason stared at Talia with wide eyes, "Oh my god"

Talia tilted her head.

Jason gasped as clarity finally hit him, "You have an adoption problem like Bruce!"

"What?"

"He's right though," agreed Tim, who was conscious through the entire process. He's never actually known Bruce but that matches with his data that he'd be like Talia. They had to have somethings in common to have dated!

Maybe they broke up because Talia didn't know she was an adoptmaniac like Bruce. Tim looked over and made eye contact with Damian and they shared a little nod in understanding.

They could totally get Talia back together with Bruce and then he could be step son! It's one spot removed from his old wattpad fanfics but it's close enough!

Though he really wishes people would stop leaving hate comments about Batman's secret identity being Wruce Bayne...

-

Tim was telling another story to pretending not to be starry-eyed Damian and pretending not to be listening Jason.

Jason kept giving him the funniest look when Tim detective Drake knew things he shouldn't. Tim would just smile and Jason would grumble under his breathe.

It's going great even with Jason being such a drama queen after being bathed in Lazarus water.

Tim opened his mouth to continue when Jason stomped over in dramatic outrage, "Your format sucks! Have you ever even analysed books???"

Classic lovers.

-

Tim decided to force the classic lovers to talk to eachother instead of bothering him! At least Damian doesn't interrupt him!

-

Things are going on in the background that neither Tim nor Talia appreciate.

Talia doesn't need to tell him, Tim starts finding discreet ways to change locations.

-

"Come on guys! We need to go!" said Tim as soon as Jason snuck back into their room after a mission

"Uh-"

"Tim is right- it's no longer safe for you here," said Talia who was also here- shit it must be important then... Not just Tim being crazy...

Jason nodded and went to grab Damian when he noticed something off and paused, slowly turning back around, "Tim... where's your spleen?"

"Ra has it"

"...I have several follow up questions"

"No time- we need to hustle!"

And like that they're on the run from everyone, making their way to Gotham again. It's been years since Tim has been home.

-

"YOU TRIED TO BECOME ROBIN????" Jason turned to face the back of Tim's head, whisper yelling (he can't yell properly because Damian is asleep with them)

"You were dead!" Tim whisper-shouted in defence, "Batman needed a Robin! Everyone was too devastated after your death to Vigilante properly!"

"What do you even know about Robin?"

"So much-"

"You're a trust fund baby! You've never even slept on the streets!"

Tim turned to give Jason a scathing glare, "Were sleeping on the streets right now!"

"My point still stands!"

Damian rolled over in his sleep and hit them both in the face.

-

“Robin me could beat Robin you up,” declared Jason, the next morning.

Tim gasped in offence, “Robin me would beat Robin you up!”

“With what? your face being so ugly I die instantly”

“…I was gonna say crowbar-“

“WHAT”

“But I’m gonna go with doxxing”

“Too soon Tim!”

“It’s been 4 years!”

“It’s been like 4 months for me!”

Damian, who was casually eating his breakfast, looked up at Tim, “Wouldn’t doing that make you a villain not a Robin?”

Jason grinned, all teeth, “He’s right! It’s Robin vs Villain Tim!”

“It’s not villainous-“ “Villain Drake would win” “what?” “what?”

Jason made a wounded noise.

They went back to eating their breakfast.

Chomp chomp chomp

nom nom nom

chomp nom nom

nom…

Jason suddenly stood up, ���WE NEED TO MAKE VILLAIN COSTUMES!”

Tim stared up with judgemental eyes.

“What??”

“For when we return to Gotham!”

“Why would we need Villain Costume’s-“

“I call the coolest costume!” Damian demanded immediately

Jason nodded placatingly, “We’re gonna be the coolest! I’m gonna call mine Red Hood!”

“Because your League outfit has a red hood?” asked Damian with innocence

“Wait why should we be villains?!”

Jason stared at Tim like he was dumb, “So we can make villain monologues- duh”

“Nerd.”

-

Staring at Gotham, as they got closer and closer. Tim wonders why he ever agreed to this.

This is the dumbest villain costume.

Why can’t they just be vigilantes!

[tadc-harlequin-au]

If this was a game, I think a fun gameplay mechanic would be like a friendship meter. The friendship meter is affected by how you interacted with others. And if you have a higher friendship meter with people, they'd be more willing to help you. For example, companions with higher friendship do more damage when pomni takes them with her. Or another example is because ragathas kinda like the shopkeeper if she has a higher friendship her prices will be cheaper but if her friendship level is low they'll be really expensive. You can raise the friendship meter by going on side quests with the others or using positive dialog, and negative dialog makes the meter go down. Idk I just thought that it might be fun.

I like this idea. And you know what, FUCK IT.

AN AU OF AN AU!!!!!!! WHICH IS ALSO CANON-DIVERGENT FROM THE HARLEQUIN AU LMAO I TRULY AM AMAZING /j

THE AMAZING DIGITAL SOULS-LIKE!

I CAN"T seem to avoid the concept of "What if the Harlequin AU was a game instead", THE UNIVERSE KEEPS PUSHING IT TO MY FACE LIKE MY YOUNGER SIBLINGS WHEN THEY SEE A COLORFUL THUMBNAIL sighs....... back to my Shadow of the Colossus boss osts bullshit..... (affectionate)

The Amazing Digital Souls-like is a Non-canon compliant Alternate Universe (that's also a game rather than an actual fantasy world) of the Harlequin AU, where a stylized souls-like VR game called "The Marvelous Mechanical Harlequin" came out at some point during the rise of souls-like gaming.

Waking up in a well-lit main lounge of a manor, the new, amnesiac Harlequin player is met by "Bubble", a Butler Blimp, and "Caine" The Puppetmaster (whom is VERY VERY LOUD btw), claiming to be the only one who can "help her" in her current predicament.

As to be expected, she's very much on the verge of a mental breakdown, barely keeping it together while attempting to make sense of the world around her. (seriously, who thought pitching this game who sucks people inside of it to the public was a good idea??)

The Puppetmaster then proceeds to infodump everything the Harlequin player should know:

That this is a souls-like game;

she is a Harlequin Puppet in the middle of a TERRIFYING ROBOT apocalypse!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SCARYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

and that she has to go on a boss-rush type of playthrough IF she EVER wanted to have a chance at getting out!

He'll also be the game's official guide, to which the player is having trouble digesting all this information (not surprising at all.)

When asked what's her name, she can't remember and begins crying onto the floor again (lmao skill issue). The Puppetmaster then picks one at the top of his head; "Pomni", which she reluctantly takes because it's better than having nothing.

From there on out, Pomni undergoes through a series of hardships as she dies (in a video game!!!!!!!!!!!!! MIND YOU, SHE DOES NOT DIE IN REAL LIFE!!!!) over and over again, attempting to defeat various bosses, who are the NPCs. She gains more and more confidence in the battles, but she's still quite the nervous wreck otherwise.

But hey, at least she's getting quite close to Caine, right? He's so nice, and sweet, and very caring of her, careful to reassure her that she's doing a great job with the tasks. There's also a deja vu in her head that's telling her this is somehow familiar, and his presence is a comfort to her.

Surely, everything's all fine and dandy, right?

... right?

Little did this Harlequin know, there is a DARK secret to all this.

And that is the fact that the late bosses aren't just regular boss AIs, they're OTHER PLAYERS trapped in a boss's body, for some goddamn reason. She finds this out when she accidentally does a good chunk of damage to a boss's heart, making them able to speak to her for a bit before going back to being hostile.

With that in mind, Pomni has to DELIBERATELY hit their very durable hearts, if she wants them to be reform as normal players as the hearts imprisoned the ACTUAL avatars of the players.

The Puppetmaster is taken aback, but seems to let Pomni do her way reluctantly.

Once they are freed however, they become Pomni's allies, but they seem... unnerved by the Puppetmaster and tend to avoid him. Every time Pomni asks them why, they're just quiet and looking away. Otherwise, they seem to be grateful and helpful to Pomni about anything else.

This of course, raises Pomni's suspicions of the game's advisor, but she still needs to comply with the rules of this world and thus, has to keep throwing herself to the wolves over and over again.

By the time Pomni frees the Maddened Princess of the Theater, The Puppetmaster declares her ready to face with THE FINAL BIG BAD HIMSELF, The Patriarch of Puppets, an "evil entity who transformed everyone into horrible Puppet monsters". Everyone scoffs silently.

Pomni, according to him, must defeat the Patriarch as the final step to video game freedom.

But by the time Pomni arrives to the final arena, The Patriarch attempts to have a conversation, and seems to be struggling with himself.

The Patriarch explains that his boss body contains "Able", someone who was close to Pomni in real life, who entered in the hopes of making his brother leave the confines of the game. He was able to remember details due to his admin access. Caine only agreed to leave IF he was capable of defeating all the bosses without using his admin abilities, "just like old times".

It was only until his late game run when he figured out (after a heated argument) that the original AI gamemaster, the very heart piece on Caine's chest, took over Caine and was making him act like a manipulative monster. When he tried to pry the heart piece away, he got sealed in the Patriarch's body as punishment.

The Puppetmaster may be unable to revoke his admin access, but it can be sealed off.

Able's been stuck ever since, but still secretly had a bit of access to the game codes if he did it on the low, an oversight by The Puppetmaster, and thus, managed to gain some semblance of control over the Patriarch's otherwise very hostile and bloodthirsty AI just in time for him to talk to Pomni.

The Puppetmaster denies these accusations, and advises Pomni not to believe the boss's manipulative words.

Pomni now has two choices.

>Kill The Patriarch of Puppets, or >face The Puppetmaster.

"Kill the Patriarch of Puppets" ending:

if Pomni decided to not believe Able, he loses his control over The Patriarch and the final boss fight begins. Once Pomni is victorious, The Puppetmaster then congratulates Pomni, but reveals a secret: That there was never an exit.

Pomni simply passed the final test, and now, she's ready to become a boss herself. Try as she might, she cannot escape this and she becomes "The Mechanical Jester of the Circus", the new final boss of the game. All her movesets are reconfigured to become the boss' attacks.

Able resets to normal, now forever trapped to be The Patriarch as The Puppetmaster corrects the previous oversight. The others are reset to become bosses again.

A new player joins, unaware of the horrors that awaits them.

Sad ending :((( How very tragic....

"Face the Puppetmaster" ending:

if Pomni decided to believe Able, a boss fight still ensues but this time, The Patriarch of Puppets is only the Penultimate boss instead of the final stretch. Pomni frees Able, who reforms into his original 'card deck' avatar and regains administrative access to the game.

The Puppetmaster accuses Pomni of breaking his heart and breaking game rules, and thus, has to battle with him IN ONE GO. There is no more reset button for her.

But Able comes in clutch and ensures her that HE will be the one to make sure Pomni can come back as many times as possible to finish the fight and free Caine.

Once Pomni is victorious, The gamemaster heart piece breaks, and Caine is knocked out. All the blocked out memories return to the players.

(Able's design belongs to sm-baby btw!!!!)

Apparently, the VR game was revolutionary. Players could physically enter the world and be immersed in the game's astounding graphics, creative boss rushes and open world exploration aspect. It did VERY well initially, but not well enough to stand the test of time.

Player numbers eventually dissipated when the brothers moved on to greener pastures (so the game didn't have updates), and the AI gamemaster was heartbroken for essentially being abandoned. As a result, any new players that entered the game could not escape, simply because they all forgot they had access to the menu from the very beginning. lmfao

When Caine rediscovered the game and wanted to replay it for old time's sake, the same fate befell him. The gamemaster recognized one of his creators, and took over his entirety, becoming The Puppetmaster.

Able followed suit, wanting to let Caine out but he was sealed into the Patriarch's body before he could succeed.

Pomni, who's actual name is "Penelope", was Caine's significant other in real life and got worried that Caine wasn't responding to her calls while she was on a business trip. She tried contacting Able, no response either.

When she finally arrived to their apartment, The Marvelous Mechanical Harlequin game was on, and recognizing it to be the brothers' old souls-like game, she put on the headset. And from there on out, the story begins.

The other players are able to forgive Caine's actions, and not pass lawsuits once they are able to go back to the real world. Now, with the gamemaster gone, the game has become somewhat active again, though this time, it was the others (and additional new people) hopping in back into the game just to hang out and maybe do some DLC boss rushes implemented by the brothers.

It's pretty epic, y'all. Happy ending yippie!!!!!!!!!

Now if you'll all excuse me... OWIEEEEEEEEEEEEE MY ARM AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

[chuunai]

Can we get Dazai, Chuya and Fyodor with scenario 19 and prompt 13? (drabbles)

hey did you know I LOVE Chuuya Nakahara?

✧˚ · . drunken confessions - dazai osamu, nakahara chuuya, fyodor dostoevsky

summary ⋆ ★ comfort, fluff, SFW. also clingy insecure chuuya. fyodor also kinda takes advantage of you mentally/emotionally while drunk

Dazai Osamu

He somewhat planned it all out. The invitation sent to you to watch movies with him at his dorm, right next to yours. The drinks, too. Cheap cans of beer and sake that are lazily passed to you. The futon too that you two are situated on is more neat and tidy than usual with no forgotten crab legs or alcohol stains in sight. It’d be easier to confess if he had liquid courage, right? Dazai didn’t want to fuck it all up.

When he confesses this way, it’s because he can’t think of anything better. Dinner at a restaurant is nice and dandy, sure, but it’s not quite intimate enough. A letter doesn’t express the tone of how serious he is with his love for you. You’ve been with him since his days in the Mafia. You saw him at his worst, and so he wishes to give you the best.

So when you’re both slightly tipsy and giggly at the sights on the TV, he tugged at your clothes and brought you in closer, pretending to shiver and whine about the cold. Unsurprisingly, you had snuggled into him back—such an affectionate drunkard. What Dazai did next was probably purely driven by intoxication and the need to confess. Jokingly (not really), he asked if you could be with him every night to warm him up just like you did already with his heart.

Dazai nearly had a heart attack when you took so long to ultimately respond with a yes. He doesn’t waste time, already carefully maneuvering you on top of him as a pretty body pillow while he sleepily mumbled that he loved his pillow. Loves you. Sure, it was all planned out, but it worked. He’d keep you forever by his side.

Nakahara Chuuya

It’s such a total fucking accident. The whole thing was never intended to happen when Chuuya took you out for a drink after a successful mission. You were his subordinate—albeit a close one of his—and it’d be wrong to act on his feelings for you. Death is a common and accepted daily occurrence of the Port Mafia, and he doesn’t want to accidentally get you hurt or even killed because you were his partner. Even if it hurts, he doesn’t want to confess. For your safety.

Although two glasses of wine later and a guy hitting on you stirs jealousy in his mind, and the fact that you seem uncomfortable increases it by tenfold. He didn’t hesitate to walk over with a thin smile on his face, wrapping an arm around your waist and cooing in your ear that he missed his baby and if you could please dance with him—your fake boyfriend. That’s how he ended up dancing with you to the beat of the music. His eyes were glued to your lips, admiring the shape as he wished they’d cover his body in rouge lipstick.

But Chuuya Nakahara lost everyone he ever cared about. Kouyou was still here, but he doubted the world would let her stay by his side for long. The drunken urge to kiss you was pushed back by the logical side of his mind, screaming out the fact that he’d be a creep if he did that. And he didn’t want you to think he was a sleazy guy. You were his muse from afar, and he wouldn’t dare do anything to hurt you.

So instead the wine in his veins opts to merely drop his head onto your shoulder and hesitantly intertwine his fingers with you. Next? He mumbles in your neck that he loves you. Loves you to the point where he’d kill everyone in the world if they dared to cross you—his heart. All he wanted was your heart, your undying love. But at the end of the day, you’re too good for him. He’s not even human, after all.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

He wasn’t drunk whatsoever and capitalized on your inebriation. Fyodor was a smart man, able to read moves of his opponents and acquaintances alike. This included you, of course. He knew absolutely everything about his little mouse, from your family to your darkest secrets. It was no surprise that he discovered your deep admiration of him as well.

What was supposed to be a meeting between the two of you discussing the DoA’s plans, instead ended up into him gently coaxing you to sip at the wine he had given you. He didn’t drink himself—a man as great as himself would not taint his mind with such a poison—but merely watched as your cheeks flushed with the telltale sign of tipsiness. The scenario would’ve been baffling for any outsider. Two terrorists in a room that both have a crush on each other. How utterly perplexing and unsettling!

Once he was certain you were to be easily manipulated to whatever he wanted, he began asking more personal questions and other matters. Coyly asking if you needed to visit a doctor with how red your face was whenever you two spoke. Or when he began to poke fun at your habit of stammering when he’d appear behind you and give your head that small condescending tap. Poor, poor you who didn’t stand a chance. You were so easy to crack. The seed at the middle of it all was your confession and the way he invited you onto his lap and began stroking your hair like one might do with a beloved pet.

While he’s not entirely sure what love truly is other than the definition, Fyodor felt a deep sense of affection and responsibility for you. Nearly every ruler in history had a beloved at their side to witness the fruits of their goals, so naturally he should as well. It wasn’t like you’d leave either. He’d make sure of it and keep you with him forever until he decided to end it.

Tags: @twst-om-lover, @sinfulthoughtsposts, @xxcandlelightxx

[fizzyboy]

Hey, so i got this thought, and i must ask (and ramble) about it.

Could Pure Vanilla Cookie from Cookie Run Kingdom interact with the wasteland groups?

A bit of info about him and the lore

•he is essentially Cookie Jesus (il elaborate)

•he fought in a war, THE war of the cookie run universe,

•he has ptsd of said war

•he found out through his friend(whos kinda dead kinda not) that their creators (The Witches) eat their kind fully knowing they are beings with thought

•he is implied to be blind to some extent

•he was a shepherd

Elaborating on the "he is cookie jesus" part,

His evil counterpart is the devil, and also a clown

Litteraly, the second picture is part of the OFFICAL crk tarrot card set.

He is LITTERALY THE DEVIL.

Also, young pure vanilla wears christian monk robes, or atleast something that looks like it,

(Here is his in-game description btw)

This description alone proves he is cookie jesus.

Also, he has a kingdom in the sky,

Forgot to mention it- oops

Anyway, if he interacted with any of the wastland groups(your choice)

How would they interact with him?

You think I DON'T know what cookie run is? That was my hyperfixation BEFORE Dandys World came out!

Anywhoosle, I kinda just don't want to do that. Ya'll can do it yourselves, cause I won't.

[elefishwrites]

Hello could you do scraps x reader romatic headcanons

baby's first hcs post, let's go! surprised to see someone req for scraps :0 i've hardly seen like any romantic content for her

apologies if this was short? i think i put a decent amount of hcs here

"Kitty-Kitty!" ★ scraps x GN reader hcs

pairing ❥ scraps x reader (dandy's world)

relationship ❥ romantic

reader's gender is not mentioned!

dividers by @/grungenglam ⊹₊⟡⋆

♡ Scraps is a total sweetheart!

♡ She always asks how you're doing both in and out of runs

♡ And makes sure that you're taking care of yourself, eating enough, all that

♡ You might have to remind her to do the same on occasion. Sometimes she's so focused on making sure others are okay that she forgets to practice what she preaches!

♡ Scraps is big on words of affirmation! She makes sure you know how much she loves and cares about you

♡ She loves it when you pet her... Ears? We'll call them ears.

♡ Sometimes, when it's just you two, you'll be able to hear her quietly purring.

♡ If you point it out she'll get red in the face and avert eye contact for a little while

♡ When you two are out on runs, she'll always do the machines in riskier positions so you don't have to

♡ And she won't pick up a single bandaid or health pack unless she knows you've got heals in reserve first!

♡ You're also usually the target for her grapple if you get back to the elevator before she does

♡ She always says it's just because you're the closest at the time, even when you're farther back in the elevator...

♡ Oh, also you're friends with Goob. This is non-negotiable, you can't date Scraps and not get along with Goob.

♡ If you two don't get along, she'll try to gently coax you at least into friendly terms with each other.

♡ Overall, Scraps is a wonderfully caring and sweet partner who treats you with the utmost kindness and respect!

Your chest heaved as the heavy sound of the elevator door shutting greeted your ears.

Another floor, and you're still in one piece. Yay.

"Hey, [Name]!"

You sluggishly turned your attention to the source of the voice; Your partner, Scraps, and her sweet smile.

"That floor was pretty rough," She says, taking one of your hands into hers. "Everything okay with you?"

You nod, with an offering of reassurance that you're alright, accompanied by a smile of your own.

"Good! You tell me if somethin' goes wrong, okay?"

You tell her you will, and she seems satisfied with that, going over to check on one of your teammates.

You're so lucky to have her, you think, as the elevator begins its descent to the next floor.

As long as you have each other, you'll be okay. You're sure of it.

[emilsgrippers]

I’m in a sprout x cosmo era since I’m back into Dandy’s world so guys ……….

FRUITCAKE HC!!!!!! let’s do this ..

So

—Cosmo is pretty chubby, and sprout is super just thin. Like if you blew on him he’d just go with the wind

—While cosmo was always kinda chubby, he gained some noticeable weight after meeting and becoming acquainted with sprout because sprout is always baking treats and yummy goodies for him and cosmo doesn’t have the heart to turn him down

(I love characters who gain weight happily)

—Sprout uses comically large oven mitts to get the food out of the oven while they cook, and cosmo just laughs at him because they look so stupid

—They both have little tails—Sprouts is just a large wispy leafy tail, while Cosmo’s is bigger and it looks like a cinnamon roll

(only it’s not but like…yk what I mean? Think of a Pomeranians tail but made out of the same chocolate Cosmo is made of.)

—Sprout is super forgetful when he’s not in the kitchen so Cosmo tells him something like “hey sprout can you grab some ___ for me later..?” And sprouts like “yes I can!!” he never does and he lets cosmo down

—they watch movies every weekend and they make special little pastries and junk to eat while they watch said movie. Cosmo always falls asleep on a full stomach wayyy before the movie finishes, so sprout just cuddles him until he falls asleep himself.

—they’re both idiots . Like Cosmo grabs the oven rack while it’s hot to pull it out with no mittens or anything… “ow I burnt myself..!” sprout turns without his own mitts on. “Here, let me try!” …. “Ow I burnt myself”

—Sprout doesn’t like cinnamon and he just crinkles up and writhes on the floor when fed cinnamon. Cosmo LOVES cinnamon so guess who gets all the yummy cinnamon flavored treats. More for him I guess

—Cosmo has the attention span of a fruit fly. Sprouts talking to him one second and the next cosmos’s like “eeuuuuuuyyghhhhhhhhhh��� just zones out.

—Sometimes sprout tries to bring someone else in the kitchen to help them make bigger/more complicated things , but Cosmo gets an anxious because he’s so used to it just being him and sprout ..

—Cosmo is also very prone to colds and stuff…(if a chocolate cream roll can even get sick.) Sprout brings him all kinds of treats as a get well gift—like warm cookies…fresh and warm crossaints.. you know.

—Sprout has a much bigger appetite than Cosmo does, and sprout could probably eat about six times of whatever Cosmo does. If Cosmo tries to eat more than he can then he just makes himself sick (wow shocker)

—They also have a big big BIG thick and heavy recipe book. They decorated the cover and the book themselves, and they’re always adding new recipes into it. It sits on a high shelf that neither of them can reach though so it’s always a struggle to get it down.

Yayyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Some sprout main come carry me in the hit Roblox game dandy’s world please

[wafflexdguy]

Interacting with you.

Dandy's world x reader thingy.

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Boxten

(1)

H-Hi buddy!

Hey Boxten. How're you doing?

Just kind of worried I'm messing something up.

You're not messing anything up, don't worry 'bout it.

Thanks, I appreciate that.

No prob, bob.

(2)

How's that show you've been watching recently?

Oh, you mean the gameshow? It's really good, you should check it out sometime!

Maybe some other time.

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Brightney

(1)

Hey brightney, could you hover your light over here real quick?

Sure, what did you need it for?

Your company.

Ah-

(2)

Reading again, huh?

You're the one who recommended me them!

I know! I'm really happy you enjoy them!

It's a book about how to backflip into a sandcastle; how could I not enjoy that.

...I didn't recommend to you that book.

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Activating Night light ability around you.

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"You bright up my life!"

"Your personal flashlight!"

"Bling!"

"I'll light the way for you!"

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Connie

(1)

Boo!

...

Not even a flinch?

You've done this too many times Connie, I'm immune now.

Dang.

(2)

You should try spooking Shrimpo sometime.

I have.

...Did it work?

Mixed results.

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Using her Haunting Escaping Ability around you.

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"Psst! Hehehe..."

"Over here! No, over here!"

"Look at me in the eyes while I'm talking to you! Heh."

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Cosmo (Orange because there wasn't brown)

(1)

Hey, do you need a treat?

Not right this second, but maybe later.

Alright then.

(2)

You- uh... Really like baking, huh?

It's a passion!

I see... Make sure you don't burn the kitchen down next time though, 'kay?

Haha, right...

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Using his Sharing is Caring ability on you.

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"Here, you look like you need it!"

"I made it specifically for you. It has your favorite flavor!"

"Hope you like a bit of char..."

"I tried to make it really good for you!"

[staylovesmiley]

Going Dumb~ Chapter 1

ᯓᡣ𐭩Pairing; Kim Seungmin x Fem!reader , Stray Kids x Fem!reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩Summary; It had been over a decade since you had last seen each other, having met in choir when Seungmin was living with his grandparents in LA and you with your Aunt. Now that you are both presented adults, how will he handle a change to the reality of you he had made in his mind in your absence over the years?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 Notes; This is an ABO!AU. in this world when someone reaches puberty they will present with one of three sub genders; alpha, beta, or omega. Due to Alphas and Omegas experiencing rut and heat, some jobs are restrictive as to what sub genders they will hire, specifically singling out omegas as heat suppressants are harder to obtain than rut suppressants. Scent glands are located near the pressure points on the neck and small hormonal patches called scent blockers can be placed over them to reduce or rid an individual of their scent for a period of time depending on the strength of the hormones in the patch.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩 ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩Warnings; abo!au, beta!kim seungmin, almost all alpha!straykids, poly!pack dynamics, female!reader, angst, mild violence, mentions of sexual harassment/assault and discrimination, smut, enemies to lovers, Kim seungmin is kind of an ass I’m so sorry dandy boy, she/her pronouns used for reader, jealous seungmin, I have only ever wrote one abo story before but it is one of my favorite genres so I hope I can do this justice~

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“God I can’t believe how unreasonable they are being!” Seungmin shouted, slamming the front door behind him as he stormed into the dorm and threw his bag down before pausing to take off his shoes. He made his way to the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water to calm down while two heads peeked over the edge of the couch to watch him curiously. “What’s up, pup?” Changbin questioned with a teasing smirk, quickly wiping it off his face as the younger turned to glare at him dangerously. “My parents, they are being ridiculous.” He huffed, setting his glass down on the counter before rubbing at his face with exhaustion.

Changbin looked to Felix who sat beside him, the younger alpha shrugging and they both turned back to the beta. “What do you mean, Seungie?” Felix asked as he patted the spot beside him for the younger to join. Reluctantly he took him up on the offer and sat beside the pair on the large brown leather couch. “It’s kind of a long story- and everyone should probably be here cause it kind of involves all of us…” he said with a grumble, not looking forward to having a pack meeting over this. Changbin nodded and sent a message in the group chat.

Seungmin tried to calm down while waiting for everyone to arrive. With it being an off day for most members, it didn’t take long and soon all they were waiting for was their pack alpha who just happened to be walking through the door. “Hey Minnie what’s up? What’s with the need for a pack meeting?” Chan raised an eyebrow, usually he was the one to call for such meetings but he could tell instantly that it was serious and something was bothering their beta.

Sighing, the young beta straightened up and ran a hand through his hair. “So- god this is gonna be a lot I’m so sorry…” everyone rolled their eyes at his stalling and Minho hit him over the head lightly from where he was standing behind the couch. “Spill, puppy.” The younger growled lightly, though not as menacing as he wished it would be to the alpha. “There is this girl-“ Hyunjin gasped loudly, hand over his chest in a dramatic display of teasing faux shock. “Our puppy gets bitches?!” This exclamation earned him a pillow to the face from Jeongin and everyone shouting at him to let the second youngest continue his story before making comments.

“As I was saying, there is this girl who I used to know from when I was in the states, right?” He rolled his eyes at the thought, huffing a bit. “Super annoying alpha from choir who would always hang around me and made everyone avoid me like the plague cause of how annoying she was-“ Shaking his head, he decided he was getting off track. “Anyways, her aunt became friends with my parents and they apparently kept in touch all this time and she is coming to Korea to start working.” So far everyone was following, full attention on the beta in front of them. “Well- she was gonna be staying with my parents I guess while she gets settled and finds a place to live but since they are about to go on this big anniversary trip they don’t want her to get lonely at the house all by herself.” Once again he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“Get to the point, pup.” Chan urged him, arms crossed over his chest as he saw the others starting to get impatient. “They are bringing her here to stay with us until they get back since we have that spare room and apparently decided we should reconnect or whatever after all this time- as if we were ever really friends to begin with….” He spewed so fast he almost tripped over his words, wincing a bit as he waited for them to scold him for not protesting his parents favor harder.

Everyone stared at him a bit, mixes of disbelief, confusion, and slight amusement from some. “I tried to tell them we are about to have a comeback and won’t be here much as it is and she’d be better just staying at the house anyways but they used that as an excuse that she won’t be a bother cause we won’t have to see her much.” Seungmin groaned, placing his head in his hands. “I’m sorry guys- she should be here in a few hours I just found out on my drive back from vocal lessons.”

Chan shrugged, trying to keep his scent neutral as to keep everyone calm. “Hey, it’s okay Minnie. I’m sure she isn’t as bad as you remember, I mean it’s been a long time since you were in the states yeah?” He nodded, looking up at the oldest with a slight pout. “Yeah…I guess-“ Felix patted him on the back and Minho sighed as he pushed away from the couch. “Well I guess I’ll go get that spare bedroom ready for a guest. Any idea how long she’ll be here?”

Thinking for a bit, trying to recall all his mother had spewed to him about his childhood “friend’s” visit while he seethed quietly on his end of the line. “I don’t know- they will be gone a month but she could find an apartment sooner than that? At least a month then she will go back to my parents. She’ll be their problem.” He groaned, standing up to get his glass of water again and calm his agitated scent. What were his parents thinking dumping you on him like this was some sort of boarding home.

It was about a half an hour after the pack meeting that there was a ring of the doorbell chiming through the apartment. All the members’ heads popped up to look around before Seungmin huffed in annoyance and went to answer it. Upon opening the door his eyes landed on you, suitcases slightly behind you and a shy smile on your soft features. You were dressed in ripped light wash jeans and a plain black hoodie so oversized it fell at almost mid thigh over your jeans. You looked good and he mentally cursed himself for thinking so.

“Seungmin? Oh my god it’s been….forever.” You said the last word breathlessly, looking him up and down with a little giggle as you took in his appearance. “Didn’t think you’d be taller than me someday.” You teased lightly, watching as his eyes rolled and his scent spike with agitation. “Come in, I guess….where is mom and dad?” He questioned, stepping aside to allow you in before peeking out into the hall to search for them. “Um in a hurry to get back to the airport so they just dropped me off and told me what door to go to…” you said, awkwardness laced in your tone as you pulled your rolling suitcases in with you and looked up to find several pairs of eyes locked onto you.

“Oh- are these your pack mates?” You asked softly, looking around at them with a soft wave and what you hoped was a friendly smile. “Yes. Try not to bother us too much, yeah? We’re very busy right now.” He huffed as he closed the door behind you and grabbed a suitcase with one hand and your wrist with the other causing you to yelp softly at the sudden grip. “Come on I’ll show you where you can stay…” he grumbled out, ignoring the look Chan shot his way before the elder stepped out in front of the two of you to stop him. “Seungmin, are you not going to introduce us?” He asked, eyebrow raised at him before shooting a soft smile to where you stood behind him. “Hi, I’m Bangchan. You can just call me Chan, though.” He said holding a hand out to you.

You tensed a bit, his strong saltwater scent washing over you as if you had just dived head first into the ocean. “Y/n, but everyone calls me-“ Seungmin cut you off, rolling his eyes a bit. At this rate they would fall out of his head with how hard and how many times he was making the gesture.

“Bunny. Everyone calls her Bunny. And that’s Changbin, Jeongin, and Felix on the couch, Hyunjin is the one lurking in the kitchen pretending not to be paying attention, Jisung is in his room, and Minho is in the room you’ll be staying in still I think? He may have gone to his room already-“ Seungmin said as he pointed to everyone’s location before looking at Chan with impatience. “There, introduced. Now can I show them to their room, hyung?” He asked with a slight annoyance in his tone that the older didn’t appreciate. “Puppy…manners.” Is all he said, before stepping aside. “It’s nice to meet you, Bunny.” The alpha said with a wink before heading off to his own room.

You blushed slightly, trailing silently behind your old friend as he lead you into a plainly decorated room with just a bed and bedside table. Minho had indeed already retired to his room so Seungmin gestured to the mostly empty space then sighed. “Here. Don’t make too much noise and again, don’t bother us.” You nodded, taking a deep breath before grabbing onto his wrist as he tried to leave. “Wait- Minnie? Um it’s really nice to see you again. I’m really happy for you and all you’ve accomplished….I hope your parents have sent you my well wishes over the years.”

They indeed had constantly kept him up to date with the messages you had sent to him, though he wondered why after all these years of him dodging any attempts to keep in touch you would care to wish him well or say they are happy for him. “Right, yeah they have. I’m going to wash up, just keep to yourself while you’re here yeah? And don’t call me that.” He said, his usually neutral clean laundry scent souring with his attitude as he quickly left you alone in the room, shutting the door behind him.

You were left standing in the room, a little dumbfounded at his attitude before you scratched a bit anxiously at the scent blockers on your neck. You rolled your suitcases over to the closet and laid them down so it would be easier to go through them when needed, humming softly to yourself before there was a knock at the door. A young man with short black hair and catlike features peeked his head into the room but had his eyes covered by one hand. “Decent?” You giggled a bit, nodding. “Yeah- you’re good.”

Removing his hand from his eyes, the man smirked as he fully entered the room. “Im Minho, you’re uh Bunny, right?” He asked, eyebrow raised with amusement. “Mhm that’s me! It’s nice to meet you.” You reached out, shaking his hand before standing. “Likewise. Sorry for the puppy’s behavior earlier….” You shrugged, sighing a bit. “It’s probably warranted…I feel bad for letting there be distance between us for so long I should have tried harder to keep in touch.” Curiosity flooded his warm caramel scent as he looked at you quizzically. “You seem to be more fond of him than he is of you…” with another sigh you nodded your head. “It seems so, yeah…I’m sure he’ll warm up though it’s just been a while.” Minho nodded slowly.

“Right….anyways- I was coming to say dinner is ready if you wanna come grab something to eat? It’s just pizza we weren’t really up to cooking tonight.” You beamed at his kindness and shrugged slightly. “Sounds good to me!” You said, following him out as he lead the way to the dinning room where multiple pizza boxes lay open on the table.

Everyone was congregated in the living room, something random on the tv for background noise as they ate in relative silence. You got yourself a slice and sat down at the table alone, getting the feeling Seungmin didn’t want you to interact with his pack much but Minho rolled his eyes and took a hold of your wrist, pulling you with him to the living room where everyone else was waiting. “No really it’s fine- I can even eat in my room if you-“ the alpha looked back to give you a look that this was nonnegotiable and you relented, head hung slightly causing everyone’s interest to pique slightly with your easy submission.

Once you settled on the floor with your place on the coffee table in front of you, Minho spoke up. “Can I get you something to drink?” You looked up blinking a bit before answering. “Water please?” He smiled warmly and nodded, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and handing it to you before taking his seat. “Seungmin said you’re here for work, yeah? What is it you do?”

You took a sip of your water before replacing the cap and setting it down. Looking up to see it was Chan who had asked you the question. “This is going to sound so cliche but- I’m an English teacher.” This caused them all to look around subtly with more confusion, teaching not being a job many alphas applied for though it wasn’t unheard of. Chan asking you your line of work caused the preverbal glass to tip over and the others began spouting out questions of their own.

“What made you want to teach in Korea?” Came Jeongin, taking a bite of his pizza so large it was almost the whole slice at once. “Oh well I was originally a teacher back in America, for a few years now, but it wasn’t as much money compared to the cost of living….I was talking to Minn- uh Seungmin’s sister and she told me I should try teaching over here.” They all nodded, glancing between you and Seungmin to see his reaction to the mention of his older sister and he simply at his dinner, pretending not to care or listen as his pack mates entertained you.

Next came Changbin, an amused smirk on his lips. “Why do you go by Bunny?” This got Seungmin’s attention and he answered for you in a mocking tone. “Because when she was little she had huge front teeth and always scrunches her nose like a baby bunny. Also had a habit of eating raw vegetables like crazy.” He scoffed, causing you to look down at your lap with a sting in your chest. “Well yeah, thanks Seungmin that pretty much sums it up….I grew into my smile pretty much and I eat more than just veggies now but the name stick so hard-“ You continued to explain, causing the beta to groan exaggeratedly. “Uh- I’m from the south originally and once you get a nickname people from there won’t ever let you forget it. I got lucky mine isn’t too bad-“ you sighed, ignoring the feeling of Seungmin glaring at the back of your head.

The rest of the meal you tried to keep your answers short, fearing angering your old playmate any more for “annoying his members” assumingely. You were quick to help clean up, insisting it’s the least you could do for them allowing you to stay there with them. Once everything was cleaned up and the left overs were put away you had Minho show you to the bathroom and reach you how to work the shower before leaving you with your folded up pajamas, a towel, and your toiletries tucked to your chest to wash up.

While you showered in one bathroom, everyone else got ready for bed using one of the other two before they retired to their respective rooms to call it a night. As you scrubbed away the airport smells from your skin, you reached up and carefully peeled away the scent blocking patches you had on for far to long now. You sighed in relief at the lack of hormones clogging your glands and made sure to thoroughly wash the area to clean away any residue left behind.

Stepping out of the bathroom dressed in a pair of short black pajama shorts and an oversized sweatshirt you padded your way in socked feet to the room your be staying in, your warm citrusy scent quickly filling the apartment and causing the occupants to stir from their beds and make their way out to the hall. By the time all eight men congregated there you were already tucked away in your room, quickly falling asleep after the days travel and jet lag setting in.

“Uh, Seungmin I hate to break it to you but I don’t think your friend is an Alpha- did they tell you they were one?” Felix asked, looking over at him as they all took in your sweet scent. “No- neither of us had presented before I left to come back to Korea…I just- I assumed okay?” He groaned, placing his head in his hands. “What made you think they would be an alpha so strongly?” Changbin laughed, patting the beta on the back. “They were so obnoxious and loud and rowdy and annoying- oh um….No offense? But you know how alphas can be especially when just presenting! Remember Ji?”

All eyes fell on Han and he held his hands up in surrender. “Hey! I came to see the errors of my ways and have made amends-“ they all chuckled and turned back to the second youngest. “She used to get into fights all the time too! One time she beat up my buddy so badly she broke his nose!” He winced at the memory and Chan sighed, shaking his head as he leaned against the wall. “Look- Alpha or Omega it doesn’t matter. She didn’t seem to mind staying here knowing we are all, well almost all, alphas so we just gotta make sure we don’t make her feel uncomfortable. Got it?” Everyone nodded in the affirmative and a chorus of yawns rang out. “Let’s get some sleep, yeah? Busy day tomorrow only a few more til the comeback and we have a lot to prep still.”

Soon they all went back to bed, trying to get some sleep with the foreign but almost intoxicating scent coming from your room and settling well in the apartment with the other collective scents. Seungmin laid on his back for what felt like hours, staring up at the ceiling as it almost taunted him. All these years and any time you were brought up in his mind he knew you as that annoying little alpha who would never give him any space in choir. Hearing you were a teacher now, never having pursued music knowing the talent you held (despite his distaste for you he couldn’t deny that fact) made more sense knowing that the industry rarely accepted omegas, and even had some aversion to alphas.

Shaking his head of the thoughts of you swimming there, he attempted yet again to fall asleep but found it almost impossible knowing you already weren’t who he remembered you to be, and he couldn’t seem to over come the thought that his reality could be altered so quickly without any control. You were seeming to be the death of his sanity yet again and you had only just arrived.

author’s note: I real hope you all like this story- ૮꒰ “. . ꒱ა i purposely left off the readers sub gender from the tags because I wanted to at least attempt to surprise you all~ I’m already have a lot of fun with this series and have so many things planned I hope I can get it all to work (still would love suggestions though I get inspired and hyped up by you all so much ilysm) ᕱᕱ⊹ ࣪ ˖

taglist; @coastinglove @skzswife (if you want to be added to the taglist pls lmk)

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♡ But It's Better If You Do ♡

♡ Pairing: rockstar!mingi! x chubby!fem!!tattoo artist!reader

♡ Genre: fluff/angst/sorta suggestive

♡ Summary: Your ongoing love affair with your rocker client is all fine and dandy until you begin to catch feelings for him that send you into a spiral that isn't fine nor dandy.

♡ Word Count: 1.7k-ish

♡ Warnings: drinking, getting tattoos, kissing, briefly reminiscing on getting some top-notch dick, pet names (baby), reader gets turned on by Mingi (because, like, who wouldn't?), I like to say "fuck", & that's about it

♡ A/N: I've combined my neverending weakness for rock musicians, Song Min Gi, and happy endings into one fic and my lil alt girl heart is happy. I hope yours will be too. I may or may not have a thing for turning bad boy Mingi into a simp for reader but, like...ssssh.

It drives you insane when your friends tease you about Mingi, asking what city he’s in now and when you’ll see him next. You don’t know what city he’s in. That’s a lie, you always know. And you have no plans on seeing him ever again. Another lie. You’d stop the world to see him for 5 minutes. From the moment he walked into your shop, seeking an impulsive late-night tattoo, you were doomed to fall for him.

The first time he stopped by your shop it was a little after midnight and you were ready to close up but you were starstruck, you’ll die before you ever admit that, and he was gorgeous so you let him in. His choppy hair was a total mess and his dark eyeliner had all but melted off, the remnants smudged like ash beneath volcanic eyes that engulfed you each time they gleamed in your direction. You did the tattoo, an old-school traditional dagger down his left rib snuck in amongst the other 30 or so tattoos crowded onto his chest.

He paid you 3 times your normal rate and was supposed to be on his way. But you knew from his shows and his offstage antics that he wasn’t one to do anything he was supposed to. Armed with a pretty face framed by the softest cheeks and a plump figure he just wanted to nibble at, he instantly developed a weakness for you. Mingi had to have you and he did. All night. Reclined in your tattoo chair, bent over your workstation, cuddled up on the couch in the lobby. In the darkness of your studio, sweat-slicked bodies reflecting the glow of the neon lights like puddles of rain, he took you every way he could.

And you gave. And you gave. And you gave. Being with him altered everything you thought you knew about desire. About pleasure. Mingi touched you in ways you never imagined someone could. He made you feel beautiful. Worshiped you with his tongue from head to toe until the sun rose. Once it did he was gone, off to some other city. To some other girl in some other tattoo shop no doubt. So you moved on, filing it away as a one-time thing. Only it wasn’t. Mingi came to see you every chance he could.

Even if he was a few cities over he made sure to come by for another tattoo and another night with you. But these passionate encounters, concealed by the shadows of late nights and early mornings, planted feelings in your heart that bloomed long after he left. Your body was beginning to confuse lust for love, or so you believed, and that could only hurt you both. You especially. It had to stop. No more. Never again. 

Your tattoo gun buzzes in your hand, a bundle of needles punching delicate black lines into Mingi’s neck. Never again? Yeah right. This time he wants a death moth on the side of his neck. It’s beautiful, as all your work is, and nearly done. Something he’s thankful for because this hurts like fuck but pissed about because being straddled by you on the couch has always been the preferable position for him. Your thighs double in thickness when they’re spread around him. He can just zone out rubbing and squeezing them.

“Hey!” you squeak when he takes a particularly greedy handful of your ass, “Cut it out or I’m gonna fuck up your tattoo.” Mingi takes a deep breath, his toned chest flexing as his muscles contract. “You won’t fuck it up. You’re too good at what you do. That’s why I come to you.” “Oh, really? Is that the only reason?” He grins and you can feel him staring at you the way he always does before your clothes end up on the floor. It makes your palms sweaty and your panties wetter than they already were. “You know that’s not the only reason, baby.”

Mingi sinks his fingers into your pillowy flesh, leaning forward to kiss you with not a care in the world about it ruining his tattoo. His lips brush yours, heightening the warmth between your thighs and making your heart change rhythm to match him. You want him on you. In you. You need him. Love him. Love him. Love him? “You need to go,” you say, your voice shaking as you flick off the tattoo gun. You’re off of him in a split second, packing your things away.

“Wait, what’s wrong? Did I do something?“ He tails you in your mad dash around the shop, sick at the thought that he might’ve made you uncomfortable. “I can’t—you just have to go, Mingi.” Snatching his t-shirt from the front counter, you toss it at him without looking. You can’t bear to make eye contact. “Did I hurt you?” You unintentionally ignore him, too lost in the tsunami of repressed emotions wrecking your insides. Mingi takes you by the wrist, pulling you close to him before you can get away from him.

“Did I hurt you?” “You didn’t hurt me, okay? But if you stay you will.” Mingi’s hands cradle your face, his mind frantically scanning it for some sign of what’s going on inside your head. “Whatever I did to scare you…I’ll leave but I’d never intentionally hurt you” he swears, “I love you too much for that.” You’re both equally shocked at the words that leave his lips. You weren’t expecting to hear them and, though he means it beyond measure, he wasn’t expecting to it to slip out.

“No, no you don’t. You don’t” you mumble, backing away from him, “You’re just saying that to—” “To fuck you?” he scoffs, in slight disbelief of what you’re implying. “I don’t know” you shrug, “It’s why you sneak off here at 1am to see me isn’t it?” Mingi throws his shirt on, grabbing his leather jacket off of your workstation. “I’ve asked you on dates. I’ve invited you to dinner with my friends. I send you backstage passes to my shows and you never come.”

“I’m trying to be more to you. I just wish you’d let me in” he sighs, stopping to plant a tender kiss on your trembling mouth, “Goodnight.” You're frozen in place, your feet sinking into the checkered tile floors like quicksand, as you watch him walk out of the door. A little voice in the back of your head whispers that he’s right. You have been pushing him away, playfully brushing off his proposals because they must have been a joke. He’s him…a star...and you? You’re just you.

Ignoring the tears clouding your vision, you flop down in a chair and begin scrolling through the texts the two of you exchanged over the past week. You stop at a message sent 2 days ago, your heart stinging at the sight of a link for a backstage pass for both nights of his show. It reads: "It’d be nice to see you. Would love it if you came.” You could take the chance, gamble with your heart—you close out of the thread, swiping to delete it—but it’s better if you don’t.

The roar of the crowd. The cacophony of instruments, harsh vocals, and borderline destruction laid out by the opening band. The chaos going on backstage to resolve last-minute disasters while his barely sober friends bullshit in the green room. The pure insanity of it all usually has Mingi wired but tonight he’s numb to everything. He leans back in his chair, checking his phone notifications. Nothing. At least not from you. He takes another sip of the beer he’s been taking child-sized swigs from for the past hour. It takes like piss, he doesn’t even like beer, but he has to calm his friends’ suspicions that something’s wrong by at least pretending he’s joining in on things.

“Party's here!” Yunho screams, bursting into the green room full of energy. Mingi perks up when he enters, the arrival of his best friend calming his anxiety. Yunho has no problem taking the social spotlight when Mingi isn’t all here and tonight he’s definitely somewhere far away. Yunho spots Mingi seated in the corner, staring into the mirror as he falls endlessly down some mental hole. “Still haven’t heard from her?” he asks, throwing his arm over Mingi’s shoulder. “No. I wanna call her, you know, but…I don’t know.”

Yunho snatches Mingi’s beer, chugging the remainder of it before tossing the bottle in the corner. “Listen to me, you forget her. There are plenty of fish in the sea. Actually, I brought a pretty fresh one for you tonight.” His face painted with a mischievous grin, Yunho slinks back over to the door to retrieve his surprise. Mingi rolls his eyes, his head thrown back in agony, “Yunho, not tonight. I’m not in the mood for this, man. I don’t wanna meet any fucking groupies.”

“I resent being called a ‘fucking groupie’” you pout, sneaking up beside him with the stealth of a secret agent. Mingi turns his head, squinting at the inverted image of you, “You—what are you doing here?” Your smile is awkward and endearing as you nervously fiddle with the lace trim of your black dress. “I’m letting you in...if it’s not too late.” By the way he hops up from his chair, his arms around your waist and his tongue down your throat in an instant, you already know the answer. But it still makes your head spin when he pulls away to say, “It’s not too late. It could never be.”

The head of a heavily pierced girl peeks through the door, her bubblegum pink hair swept into a high ponytail. “2 minutes til stage. Let's go!” she shouts like a drill sergeant and all of the men fall in line, rushing to get Mingi out on time. Yunho does what he can to put some distance between Mingi and everyone else, "He's coming! He's coming! Don't tear my man apart!" Mingi struggles to keep hold of you as what seems like a million hands pull him in the other direction.

“Just go. I’ll be watching so kick some ass, okay? For me!” "For you." You grab him by the shirt, sneaking in one last kiss, “Love you.” “1 minute til stage!” the girl’s voice booms once more. The tide sweeps him away until you can’t see him anymore but you still manage to hear a very excited “Love you too!” in that deep, raspy voice of his. You follow the herd, finding a spot off to the side just as he takes the stage.

Watching him perform, smiling at each other so hard your cheeks ache every chance you can, gets you high enough that you might as well be watching him from a cloud. When rips his shirt off, tossing it into the crowd, he reveals a chest covered in tattoos made with ink laced with silent admissions of your love. Only now they aren't silent. They're louder than every instrument on that stage. Because you're confident now that when it comes to taking a chance on love…on him…it’s so much better if you do.

[ablobwhowrites]

more yandere dandys world and some images and stuff cause I don't know.

(currently scratching at the walls of my enclosure and running in circles while making some oneshots for some random stuff)

Toon y/n after finally finishing a machine after running from twisted for 30 minutes (twisted sprout is standing right behind them)

I imagine toodles seeing you as the fun grandparent or godparent (that u imagine to toodles your the equivalent to grunkle stan cause I like Stanley) and Rodger letting you babysit too

Toon y/n: "hey Rodger, skibidi"

Rodger: "NO! I WILL NOT BE SITTING THROUGH THIS AGAIN!"

Toon y/n: "hey toodles, say skibidi toilet and sigma to Rodger"

Toodles: "okay!"

*Rodgers agonizing screams as toodles repeats the words skibidi and sigma*

(Y/n will teach toodles all the brain rot words)

I imagine that toon y/n twisted would be them not realizing their a twisted as they think they are alright, waiting for their friends to come back for them but not knowing they are slowly losing themselves overtime as the ichor goes their head until their gone just a hollow husk of what they were. Only wandering around trying to find their friends but due to them being twisted, attack then as they have no control anymore and wishes to be back normal as all their apologies as they attack drowned out by the ichor that controls them.

I imagine that toon y/n let's glisten do new makeup techniques on them but the makeup doesn't last a hour on a run cause it's all smudge and some of it gone because they do that head wipe after completing a machine or finally getting away from a twisted and glisten has to wipe off all the makeup he did on y/n. Also like to think Everytime y/n says their hungry Cosmo and/or sprout hear and rush to y/n with a sweet treat or a snack for them.

[pukefactory]

Hiii could you do a dandy’s world, dandy x reader ( she/her or gn pronouns) maybe something like him trying to seduce or manipulate the reader into giving him tapes but he ends up actually gaining feelings for them. Smut or sfw whatever you’re comfortable with. (Also this is my first time requesting something so sorry if I’m doing this wrong)

Hey, no problem! Your request was very clear, and I really appreciate that—you asked for it perfectly. This is my first time posting a short story here. I felt that this prompt would fit better in this format, so I hope it’s just as good as my usual headcanons. I found it quite challenging to write a flirty Dandy while keeping him in character, so I had to make a few compromises. Apologies if it’s not exactly what you envisioned, but I still hope you enjoy it!

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✿ Summary: Dandy gets a little flirty with you when you give him a lot of tapes

✿ Character(s): Dandicus Dancifer (Dandy’s World)

✿ Reader pronouns: Not Specified

✿ Genre: Short Story, SFW

✿ Word Count: 578

✿ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!

“DING DING”

The elevator opens with a loud beep that echoes across the dark, oppressive room. Before the metal doors have time to slide up, you’re already heading toward them, mindful of your steps but eager to escape the suffocating darkness. From darkness to light, the sharp brightness of the elevator’s fluorescent lights stings your eyes, a harsh contrast to the murkiness you’d been immersed in for what felt like an eternity. Time seemed irrelevant in the dark, especially when you were trying to outrun whatever was lurking behind you.

When your feet click against the cold metal floor of the elevator, the large door slams shut with a loud thud. You breathe a sigh of relief, knowing you’re safe for now as you descend further into the Gardenview facility.

The freezing air in the elevator washes over your clammy, sweaty skin, sending a shiver down your spine from the abrupt temperature change. You hadn’t realized just how hot you’d gotten, how tired and drenched you felt. Hands covered in thick black ichor, you’ve been at this for hours, and only now do you realize how long you’ve been powering through everything. Your mouth feels as dry as a desert, and you silently beg for a drink, anything to quench the thirst.

“Someone looks thirsty,” a voice says from behind you. “Spare me a few tapes, and I’ll hook you up with the coldest soda I have!”

You turn around, greeted by a familiar face—Dandy. You’d been so hazy that you hadn’t even heard him approach. No matter. What mattered was that he had what you desperately needed, and you had what he wanted in return.

Without wasting any time, you walk up and slam a generous amount of tapes onto the table, silently agreeing to his offer.

“Oh, wowie!” Dandy exclaims. “That’s a lot more than usual, friend!”

“Dandy—”

“I know, I know! Let me grab it for ya.” Dandy jumps off his box and reaches under the table, rummaging around for something. A few seconds later, he jumps back onto the box, holding an ice-cold can of soda in his small green hands. “Only the best for my number one customer.”

You don’t fully process what he says, quickly taking the can and drinking as if you hadn’t had anything in ages. The second the sweet, fizzy liquid hits your tongue, you feel instantly better—refreshed and slightly cooler. Pulling the can away from your lips, you exhale deeply in relief.

“Thanks, Dandy. I really owe you one.”

“No worries at all, friend. You just keep giving me those tapes like you always do, and I’ll give you everything you need.” He leans over the table, elbows resting on it as he cups his chin in his hands.

You don’t know what it is, but something about his expression feels different than usual. He’s smiling, yes, but the way his eyes seem half-closed and his posture feels strangely gentle—something you’ve never seen from him before.

Suddenly, the elevator jerks and starts moving again, dinging once more.

“I’ll save my best stock for you, buddy. My very loyal customer… I’ll be seeing you very soon.” Dandy pulls the lever next to him, and the elevator starts descending again.

Before you can fully grasp the meaning of his words, the heavy metal doors open again, and you’re back out there, the soda can still in your hand. His face lingers in your mind for the rest of the night.

[the-meme-monarch]

i like to think the skins in dandys world are (in universe) references to the cartoon, from special episodes/shorts/scenes/what have you, so the Canon To Me explanation for why the vintage skins look so doo doo and dogwater Not Fucking Period Accurate (capsule toys not existing until the 60s, solo cups and leg warmers the 70s, etc) bc in the cartoon it was maybe just a quick visual gag and nothing more.

i however am an unwell individual with a Forever hyperfixation on this era of cartoons and Will and Have redesigned them to be at least Kinda More period accurate while still resembling the design sensibilities of gardenview and you don’t Know how much it eats at me the things i Did still get wrong. origami while invented in the 6th century(i knew this) was introduced to america in the 50s(i didn’t know this (until recently)). capsule toys were invented in the 60s and i don’t even know when they were introduced to america, assuming that’s even, in-universe, where the cartoon’s company was founded. i can no longer find the comment but someone suggested her re-redesign vintage could be a lucky dip box since that serves generally the same idea of Getting A Random Prize like a gashapon and I really like that and am going to use it. i’m Going to redo scraps and gigi for those aforementioned reasons and additionally I’m going to do connie and looey when they actually come out.

but hey. did you know. hands shaking putting them on your shoulders. balloon animals were invented. in 1939. granted looey barely looks like a proper balloon animal so i don’t really have to sweat this but ooouuugh. ouuughhooooooo you people are pushing it