#i just like them and they're skrunkly

[wishwizardliv]

I think about him daily

[benetnvsch]

ooooo sticking them in my mouth and shaking em around like a dog toy raaaaaaahh

[sobredunia]

This is how it feels like watching the Alex enjoyers and the Detah enjoyers

[ventique18]

If you're a plushie hoarder, 🐉 would remember the names of each and every one of the hundreds of them because he knows they're important to you just like how his myriad of gargoyles are to him.

🐉: "I think Skrunkly needs to be washed."

🌸, picking up the plush: "Oh yeah, he's a bit dirty now..."

🐉: "No, not Wunkly. The other one. The one with pink stitches."

🌸: "Oh my gosh, you're right. I'm sorry Wunkly, I confused you with your twin."

[transmascaraa]

Hi, Hi, Hi! How are you?

I am the one, who requested the FREEZING hands and I loved it. Thanks for the food. I really, really loved it! And I have another request! Their s/o just randomly telling them what their first impression of them was, when they first saw them. They always heard of like their intimidating/cold behaviour or looks, but when their s/o first saw them they didn’t think that. They thought like “Such a cutie patootie! Awww! Look at how adorable he is! I just wanna squish those cheeks!”

Could I request Cyno, Alhaitham, Wriothesley & Diluc with that? (And could I be an anon? 🪶 anon please? Pretty please?)

STAY HYDRATED, EAT ENOUGH AND HAVE A PROPER SLEEP SCHEDULE!

multiple characters headcannons!

"cutie patootie!"

characters: cyno, alhaitham, wriothesley, diluc x gn!reader

author's note: OFC I ALREADY ADDED YOU TO THE ANONS ON MY INTRODUCTION POST^^ i love this and this is probably how i would act if i was actually in genshin aka teyvat idk anyways enjoy reading this!!

๑ Cyno

-you when you just told him this he still had a neutral look on his face.

-"and they all told me you were so so SO scary! but when i first saw you- I WANTED TO BITE YOUR CHEEKS AFFECTIONATELY!!!"

-he looked a little confused.

-"bite my cheeks?-"

-"THEY'RE SO SQUISHY!!"

-you got closer to him and cupped his face in your hands, basically squishing his cheeks, and then giving him a kiss on the nose.

-"y'know, i still feel the same about you. i don't know what the hell others are going on about."

-he's never received much affection in his life before so he's kinda confused about it, despite his cheeks getting redder and warmer by second, ever if he didn't realize it.

-"uh- thanks?"

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✧ Alhaitham

-you start ranting to him but the first few minutes he isn't even listening to you and is instead reading some book even tho he said he's literally listening.

-"'haitham! are you even listening?"

-"huh? uhm- sorry- can you repeat what you were saying?"

-you're a bit annoyed but do it anyway, and this time ge actually listens.

-"yeah? what about us when we first met?"

-he's impatient for you to finish but also curious about what you're about to say.

-now he's a bit surprised.

-"I JUST WANTED TO SQUISH YOUR CHEEKS AAH!!!!!-"

-he's SLIGHTLY blushing and has a MICROSCOPIC smile on his face but yeah.

-he's happy to know it but also- how the fuck did you think that he was a "cutie patootie" as you said?

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✿ Wriothesley

-bro would be flabbergasted but smirking at you teasingly the whole damn time

-"AND I THOUGHT YOU WERE SO FUCKING CUTE!"

-"mhm..."

-"oh~?"

-"yeah..~

-you would be blushing halfway but he'll let you continue lmao

-then he'd start talking about how he felt when you first met too and it would honestly be really cute imo

-but like okay dude why you looking at me like you'll ask me to kiss youu

-he probably will tho tbh

-not much left to say but he'll really enjoy listening to you and all cuz bffr you're 753 times more special to him cuz you didn't find him intimidating like literally everyone told you

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✯ Diluc

-he'll deny it the whole time that he finds you so adorable ranting to him about it

-but then again he appreciates it

-even tho he wishes you actually found him scary or intimidating

-"AND LIKE- YOU LOOKED SO CUTE THAT I WANTED TO JUST GRAB YOU BY YOUR HANDS AND JUST KISS YOU WHOLE FACE ALL OVER AND-"

-"i don't understand you... how the fuck do i look- what was the word... skrunkly-?"

-you laughed your ass off at that but like okay

-he looked even more confused lol

-but no matter how little he understands you, he'll always be sure to actually pay attention to you cuz he doesn't want you to feel forgotten or worth any less than you are

-he'll do his best to not come off as too rude or mean but he genuinely thinks your thoughts sometimes are weird af

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loved this one definitely

i didn't know what other word to use except for skrunkly but alr

HOPE YOU LIKED IT‼️

| 🪶anon | @mariaace <3

[thatdeadaquarius]

Have some more language brainrot for your brainrot

Writer reader getting kind of insecure that even if they write something nobody will understand it, so when Al haithem askes you if he can keep a draft or two just for analyzing, there's hesitant agreement but ultimately you tell him to please burn the documents once he's done. They're too awkward to look at now...

Only he doesn't burn them, in fact he ends up recruiting several people close to the creator with knowledge of olden speak to analyze them. A funeral parlor consultant well known for his historical knowledge, a 500 year old shrine maiden who owns and runs her own publishing house, and a bard who somehow butted his way in on the project. None of them could resist the opportunity to witness the creator's sacred scriptures with their own eyes.

Needless to say, the papers ended up being fought over and have been making their rounds around your acolytes. It started with Ei, who insisted that as an archon she also should see the creator's work with her own eyes. Then once Ningguang found out, she ordered they be handed over to a team of literary analysts in order to be properly handled and deciphered. Things got really messy quick, but have luckily come to a halt as none of the acolytes want the creator to know their random writings are being fought over.

Especially when it comes to the creator's sullen additute. Their acolytes first have to convince their holiness that their inability to read and understand the creator's writing shouldn't prevent you from doing what you love. In fact... could they convince you to write some more?

WRITER OR READER WITH TALENTS HAS MY WHOLE HEART LIKE-

On one hand, same 💀 id be terrified for my all time fav skrunklies to see my bs

But at the same time i rlly wanna show them goddamit- THANK U FOR THE BRAIN FOOD IM RUNNING LAPS AROUND MY HOUSE THINKING ABT THIS-

Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them), Writer!Reader

Planet: Language Shenanigans

Orbit: Scenario

Stars: Alhaitham mostly, some of Kaveh, mentions of other Sumeru characters

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: Insecure about craft/writing, anxious first pov (not serious),

& Trigger Warnings: Mild Negative self-talk, insecure perspective/reader “you”, possible anxiety depiction.

You were not a very confident writer.

This had been an avoidable feeling ever since you picked up a pen for the first time and were asked to write a story for school.

You were always anxious turning in essays, letting friends proofread them, anything that would expose your writing to more eyes, because you’d learned the hard way early on that as you get older and better at something, the stuff from the beginning… starts to look a lot different than you remember.

things you used to be proud of after having completed them in the moment, were something you struggled not to rip to shreds a year or two after you re-found it.

If it weren’t for other writers advising holding onto old work so you can see your progress over time, you’d have probably literally nothing older than one year on your ao3, wattpad, etc…

So when you had the fortunate luck (no it is not unfortunately, you are very happy to be here tbh) to fall headfirst into your video game you’ve been obsessed with lately,

You were not planning on showing them any of your writing.

Why would you, after all? You’ve got the weapons, the artifacts, everything they need to be more powerful. Why would you show them a silly little story you wrote? Fanfic or otherwise, not that theyll recognize any characters besides themselves, but still.

Alhaitham, bc ofc it was alhaitham, cocky, deviously aware bastard he is, caught you writing in your spare time first.

You’d gotten your hands on an old journal (if made you feel better than something completely new, a nice worn leather journal, sold at a secondhand shop from an old adventurer) and had started to write what you could remember about some of your ideas you’d had drafts for in your old world

After initially walking in on you writing in the House of Daena (it was the closest you could get to lofi girl, god u missed her lmao), you nearly jumped a foot in the air bc Haitham’s a nosy bitch and leaned over your shoulder and scared the absolute shit out of you, mans goes from asking politely, to begging you to let him read some of your writing over the course of 3 weeks (a month really)

Finally, after this 6 ft (about 180cm) man leans down one day (you’re sitting writing again), and gives you the most insanely good?? puppy dog eyes??? you’ve ever seen on a man???

you give in, revise a draft about 5 times in a row, lose sleep bc ur having a breakdown about alhaitham judging ur writing the night before you give him his copy-

and hand over a small short story for him to read. you specifically leave a little note not to judge you so hard for Haitham bc u werent used to people reading ur work/let alone someone as highly academic as him, ESPECIALLY since your speech is already so much more archaic than his/all of Teyvats-

His stupid green eyes with diamonds look into your soul (are they sparkling??) and he braces your shoulders after you give him his copy,

“Mine Greatest Guide, you hath deemed this one worthy of thy trust of your creations personally, I would be a fool to gaze upon it in jest. To take this work as anything less than a masterpiece in its infant stages.”

…you just leave him to it, and are nearly running out of there (u managed to be calm enough to just speedwalk),

and you make a point to not ask what he thought about it, or even bring it up at all

you’re kind of hoping he forgot tbh… and so nothing happens!

◇

Nothing happens… for 2 weeks after you gave Haitham a copy of your short story.

You still don’t know Alhaitham’s opinion when you see the advertisement, a sign saying something about, a new book? By YOU???

You nearly start a mob because the shopkeeper insisted you sign some copies, but you only signed a few before too many people overwhelmed you, and seeing it was that same draft- !! Oh god, you’d been agonizing over the spelling errors you’d missed when you gave it to Alhaitham, and now it’s just out there???

(luckily it seems the reviews are positive, but dammit you’ve been rereading ur story u gave him for days, and now ur positive it’s shit-)

You make a break for it, and are literally running (more like speed-walking after a while, since u got further away) thru Sumeru City:

you pass by the open patio of a restaurant, the scholars are heatedly discussing ur characterization-

you pass by Dehya, Candace, and Dunyazard, the merc is waving around a copy of ur book, the other two women look excited abt the conversation-

oh my god-

Nahida is relaxing in one of the many little gazebos thruout Sumeru, while Wanderer seems to be reading your story to her-

You fucking track down Alhaitham’s house like a bloodhound.

You are banging the infamous gay roommates’ front door, panting til ur throat burns raw.

“Yes, yes, alright, greetings to you too! I was simply visiting the Acting Grand Sage Alhaitham, tis why I’m here- Greatest Lord?!”

Kaveh is nearly jumps a foot in the air at the sight of you, but recovers, (you’re still not tho lmao)

and invites you in bc apparently, Alhaitham’s been meaning to talk to you about your draft you gave him!

Oh yeah, you’ve got some words to give Haitham after giving him that damn draft privately-

But when he sees you, the fucker just- smiles??

Like he’s done nothing wrong???

You’re about to tear into him when he speaks first to tell you the good news!

He grabs your hands at the table and gets down on one knee, ohhhh no.

Alhaitham is giving you those damn begging puppy dog eyes again.

“My Greatest Lord, Giver of Power, and Guide to All, your exquisite story has entranced all of Teyvat, might I please insist you write a sequel? It is an excellent literary piece to analyze… or perhaps, even better, share other stories you’ve written??”

…

….Motherfucker.

☆

Hello I’m alive! I just took a longer-than-usual break between posts from those last 2 mammoth pieces about gifts,

1: bc they were a lot to write in between writing other stuff like fanfics im already working on lol 2: I got busy with holidays and trying to apply to jobs!

Not that I’m still not doing that.. but you get what I mean!

Safe Travels Anon,

That being said, as you’ve probably noticed, I’ve made a kofi! so if you ever liked my writing (hot mess it is) and want to show me some love, feel free to leave a tip! :]

Iced coffee?? :0

💀♒

☆

♡the beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist / @thedevioussmirk / @the-dumber-scaramouche

[continentalblue]

dating micah yujin hc!

🟩 He really has no sense of boundaries. What's yours is his. What's his is yours. It does get a little tiresome looking for your socks only to realize that he's wearing them.

🟩 He sings you to sleep every night. Each day he carefully workshops verses until he's certain that you'd like them 💚 As you fall asleep, he gently strokes your cheek as he softly sings you all the things he likes about you.

🟩 Sometimes when you're gone he hugs one of your plushies and pretends that they're you.

🟩 He often challenges you to beat him at random hacking challenges. Every time you lose, he kisses you as his 'prize.' Every time he loses, you kiss him as your 'prize'. It's a good system.

🟩 He often uses Skrunkly as an excuse to talk to you, aka, "Skrunkly sat on your lap so I will too, angel!"

🟩 He loooooooooves it when you wear his clothes. Even if his clothes are too small for you, he deliberately buys larger clothing items just so that you can wear them.

🟩 He totally gets you rings that match his, especially if they're those matching heart rings.

🟩 His favorite thing ever is to lie in bed, cuddling you, and talking about anything and everything. Not only are you so wonderfully warm in his arms, he also loves hearing what you have to say. Your voice makes him feel warm inside.

🟩 He loves it when you do his hair, or even when you just play with it. It makes him feel all tingly.

🟩 He literally never calls you by your actual name, it's always the most ridiculous nicknames ever like "sugar plum pumpkin". He only ever says your name when he's being completely serious.

[e-vay]

Do you like the live action movie version of Sonic and do you have any hopes/predictions for movie Sonamy?

I love the current character models for the Sonic movies. They are so freaking cute, especially when they're angry! I just want to kiss all of their skrunkly little snoots! As far as the depictions of the characters, I'm pretty happy with them overall. I think of the 'SCU' as a completely separate thing than the games or comics, of course. I think a lot of people get hung up on the details of "They did this 'wrong' in the movie(s)" and I have to be like "Guys, this is a completely separate adaptation."

It's like how I've seen some people getting pissed from the new trailer saying they're "doing SA2 dirty." Everyone is entitled to their opinions, but remember Sonic Movie 3 is NOT "SA2 The Movie." It's its own movie that is going to make use of elements from SA2. So with that, I'm going in very excited but without knowing what to expect!

Personally, I don't like to make theories or speculations for movies before they come out. I know some people find that fun, but I actually don't. I try to know as little about a movie as possible so I can be completely surprised when it's time to watch it. People have been sending me asks with all kinds of theories and respectfully that's just not my cup of tea hahaha

I still hope with all my heart that Amy will be in Sonic Movie 3, but I won't be making predictions as to if/how they'd do it and what that would mean for her and Sonic.

[hanniewho]

I loved your Mikey headcanons, Can you write your Gerard headcanons? You can write anything from sfw to dead dove

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Notes: I have so many things to yap about this skrunkly pookie wookie cookie of a man. And stalker gee would be so perfect omgomgmg

༘ ⋆｡ ˚ Warnings: Noncon, Panty sniffing, Masturbating, Privacy invasion, Corruption kink, Mention of piss, Blood and literally disgusting shit (I do not condone any of this behavior in real life so don't do it it's not cool and it's not hot!)

⋆✦ Pairings: Stalker! Gerard x Underage virgin fem reader

۫ ꣑ৎ DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

𝜗𝜚˚⋆SFW

The first time he saw you was one of the tour they're having, and you're in the front row with your mum and the closest to the stage.

You look so happy and smiling widely to him it made him almost forgot that's he's singing.

He feels so disgusted of himself for crushing on you, a high schooler, and not even legal yet, but he can't help it. You're so gorgeous and look so innocent he just wanna ruin you.

He would leave you flowers and gifts everyday with a note on it "Keep going you're great!" "Have some treat you're the best♡" "Even with all of these flowers none of them can show how much I love you :)"

You're wondering where these are coming from and who sends them. It's sweet and adorable but you're freaking out.

You don't even feel safe at home anymore because you feel like you're being watched, so you go to school even more often even though you hated it but it's better than staying home.

You feel your anxiety grew each week, and you talk about it to your friends. All of them are concerned for you.

And when you're at home you rarely came out of your room anymore.

You made sure all the windows are covered in curtains and locked, but of course, he found a way to break in he just loves you so much.

𝜗𝜚˚⋆ NSFW

He would take so many pictures of you just to touch himself right after it he can't help himself.

He will break into your room just to kneel next to your bed and admire how pretty you are. And in the morning you wonder why your thighs always ended up with sticky load.

Your panties always go missing, too and here he is sniffing someone's panties and playing his rock hard cock.

He just love you so so much that he can't help himself but to dream to fuck you so good.

He always imagine how tight your pussy is since he knows everything about you.

He knows you're a virgin, and it turns him on even more he just wanna ruin your cute pussy and make you his!

You jolted awake to a pounding, your heart racing. At first, you thought it was the bass from your neighbor's stereo, but it was something more... personal. You lay in your small, dimly-lit room, the only source of light the flickering street lamp outside your window, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The mattress beneath you protested with every thrust, and the headboard thudded rhythmically against the wall. Panic set in as you realized the pounding was coming from inside you. You were being violated, your tight, virgin body being used against your will.

The pain was sharp, like a knife slicing through the tender barrier of your innocence. You tried to scream, but a rough hand clamped over your mouth, stifling the sound. You tasted the metallic tang of fear as you bit down on your lip, trying to hold back the tears. Your eyes searched the room frantically, but all you could make out was the dark figure hovering above you, his identity obscured by the shadows. His breath was hot and ragged, a stark contrast to the cool air in the room, and you felt his body weight pressing you down into the mattress.

He leaned closer, his grunts becoming more feral with every thrust. The smell of him, musky and unwelcome, filled your nostrils as he whispered into your ear, "You're tighter than I imagined." His words were a dark revelation, confirming the horror of what was happening. The hand over your mouth moved to grip your neck, his thumb tracing the pulse point, as if he were fascinated by the throb of your terror. "You're like killing me," he groaned, his voice a sinister rasp, "squeezing my cock like that." His eyes gleamed in the dim light, a sick, twisted pleasure etched into his features as he took in your wide-eyed, horrified gaze.

You couldn't help but moan into his hand, the pain morphing into a confusing mix of agony and arousal. The person you called your hero, your celebrity crush, was fucking you in the sacred sanctity of your own room, your parents' house a prison keeping you trapped with this monster. You felt a tear slip down your cheek, only to be lost in the pillow beneath you, as your body began to betray you. Your hips moved of their own accord, desperately seeking some semblance of comfort in the unyielding assault, and your walls clenched around him, a reflexive response to the intrusion.

Leaning down, he whispered into your ear, "Relax, okay?" His voice was soothing, a stark contrast to the violence of his actions. "It won't hurt so much if you just let go." His breath was warm and minty, and you realized with a start that he had been watching you, learning your routines, memorizing your scent, all while planning this twisted rendezvous. His teeth grazed the tender skin of your neck, and you felt a pinch as his fangs pierced your flesh. The pain was immediate and sharp, but it was soon overwhelmed by a rush of heat and pleasure that flooded your body. You were being turned on against your will, your traitorous body responding to the bite of the man who had been stalking you.

As he bit deeper, you felt your muscles relaxing, a strange lethargy seeping into your limbs. His hand around your neck tightened, and his thumb caressed your pulse as it raced under his touch. His eyes held yours, the gleam in them now one of power and satisfaction as he watched the fear slowly recede. You couldn't fight anymore; you were his to do with as he pleased. He began to move in earnest, his hips pistoning into you with a force that made the bed frame creak in protest. Each thrust sent waves of conflicting sensations through you: pain, pleasure, disgust, and a sick, twisted need for more.

"Fuck, you're so good," he grunted, his breath hot and ragged in your ear. His cock was thick and merciless, stretching you to the brink of what you could bear. His words were a taunt, a declaration of his victory over your will. "You're going to take all of me, aren't you?" His hand left your neck, instead reaching down to cup your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of resistance, any spark of defiance. But all he saw was a dull acceptance, a silent plea for it to be over.

He slammed into you again, his hips punishing your vulnerable form. "You want that, don't you?" His voice was a mix of lust and malice. "You want to be filled with my kids." His words were a violation in themselves, a perversion of the innocent crush you had once held for him. You felt your stomach clench at the thought, but your body responded, your walls contracting around him in an involuntary invitation for more. "Say it," he demanded, his voice now a growl. "Tell me how much you want it."

You shake your head 'no- please don't i-', your voice muffled by his palm, but he only laughed, the sound echoing through the room, sending shivers down your spine. "Oh, I know you do," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic delight. "Your body's singing it for me." His thumb traced the outline of your lip, smearing your own blood onto your skin. "Say it," he repeated, his voice a seductive command that seemed to resonate in your very bones.

The struggle within you was visceral, a war between the primal instinct to survive and the uncontrollable desire that his bite had kindled. Each thrust brought you closer to the precipice of pleasure and pain, and you felt your resolve crumbling. "I-I don't," you managed to choke out, your voice trembling.

He leaned in closer, his eyes burning into yours. "Say it," he whispered, his voice a seductive purr. "Say you want it." His thumb slid over your lip, the coppery taste of your own blood a stark reminder of the power he held over you.

You felt his tongue, warm and wet, trace the line of your neck. His breath hitched as he took in your scent, his pupils dilating with arousal. "I saw how you looked at me that day," he murmured, his voice a low, dark rumble. "Your eyes, it's like you're looking at me like I saved your life." His words sent a shiver down your spine, a mix of disgust and a perverse thrill that made your stomach churn.

His licks grew more insistent, his tongue circling the bite marks like a vulture over fresh kill. Each pass sent a jolt of sensation through your body, and you couldn't help the small whimpers that escaped your lips. The pleasure was wrong, a twisted mockery of what it should be, but it was there, undeniable and intoxicating. His hand moved from your chin to your throat, squeezing gently, reminding you of the power he had over your life. "Look at me," he demanded, his voice a whispered snarl.

You met his gaze, those piercing eyes that had once held so much hope and admiration now filled with a dark, possessive hunger. "Tell me," he said, his voice thick with desire, "tell me how much you want me to fill you with my cum." The words were a slap in the face, but your body responded with a betraying throb, your arousal growing with each twisted second that ticked by. You felt your cheeks flush with shame and anger, but the fight in you was waning.

With a snarl, he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back and exposing your throat. His teeth sank into your flesh again, this time with a ferocity that made you gasp. The pain was intense, but it was quickly drowned out by the flood of pleasure that followed, as if your body had been rewired to crave his bite. He began to fuck you harder, his hips slapping against your thighs with a wet, obscene sound. His hand moved to your chest, his long, cold fingers playing with your nipples, rolling and pinching until you moaned into his palm.

You couldn't believe what was happening. The person you had once adored, the one whose posters lined your walls, was now the monster that owned your body. And yet, the pleasure was undeniable, a sick, twisted dance of pain and ecstasy that made you feel so alive yet so dirty. Your not fully developed breasts bounced with each thrust, and you could feel the ache deep within you, the pressure building, threatening to shatter the last of your resolve. You cursed your parents for being out of town, leaving you at the mercy of this madman who had invaded your sanctuary.

As you felt his fingers tease and pinch your sensitive nipples, you bit down on your bottom lip, the sting of pain mixing with the sensation of his teeth in your neck. It was as if your body was torn between the need to scream for help and the betraying pleasure that coursed through your veins with every twisted caress. You could feel his excitement growing, his movements becoming more frantic, and you knew he was close to his release. Your eyes squeezed shut, trying to block out the reality of his possession, trying to find a shred of dignity in the dark corners of your mind.

The curses you silently whispered to your parents grew louder in your head with every thrust, your anger a fiery beacon in the sea of fear and despair. They had always been so overprotective, so concerned about who you talked to, who you saw, what you did. Yet, here you were, in the most vulnerable moment of your life, and they were nowhere to be found. The irony was a bitter pill to swallow, making the situation feel even more like a nightmare you couldn't wake from.

As the pressure within you grew, so did the intensity of his bites, his teeth digging deeper into your tender flesh, his hands now a vice around your throat and the small mounds of your chest. You could feel his hunger, his need to claim you fully, to make you his in the most primal way possible. Each pinch of your nipples sent a jolt of pain-laced pleasure through your body, making your toes curl and your back arch involuntarily. Your breaths came out in ragged gasps, muffled by the hand that still covered your mouth.

His laugh was a low, guttural sound that vibrated against your skin, sending goosebumps down your spine. "Oh fuck," he groaned, "you're clenching around me like a vise, baby. You need to stop that, it's killing my dick." His words were a twisted mix of pain and pleasure, the kind that made your stomach drop and your pussy clench around him even tighter. His hips rocked into you with renewed vigor, the slap of skin on skin echoing in the quiet room.

The pressure within you built to a crescendo, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge of an orgasm you never wanted, never asked for. His eyes bore into yours, the hunger in them unmistakable as he whispered, "You're going to come for me, aren't you?" It was a question that didn't need an answer; his cock was a living testament to your body's response to his violent ministrations.

His hand trailed down from your throat, over your chest, and paused at the bulge of your stomach. He pushed into the soft flesh, the feeling of his hand so alien, so wrong, and yet your body responded with a betraying shiver of excitement. The reality of his invasion was stark, a physical manifestation of the deep, dark secret that was now lodged within you. He grinned, his teeth stained with your blood, and you realized with a jolt of horror that he was watching the signs of his own pleasure reflected in your eyes.

"Look at that," he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down your spine. "You're so full of me." His fingers circled the swollen flesh of your abdomen, pressing down as he thrust into you, emphasizing the depth of his penetration. The feeling was overwhelming, a mix of revulsion and a perverse thrill that had you biting down harder on the hand muffling your screams. You could feel the head of his cock nudging against your cervix with every plunge, the sensation both terrifying and exhilarating.

His eyes never left yours, watching with a twisted fascination as you squirmed beneath him. "You're going to take it all," he breathed, his voice thick with lust. "You're going to take every drop of my cum, and you're going to beg for more." His hand on your stomach grew more insistent, his nails digging in slightly, a reminder of the power he held over you. You felt the first tremors of an orgasm you never wanted, your body's natural response to the relentless pounding that was driving you closer to the edge.

Your eyes searched his, pleading, but all you saw was the monster that lurked beneath the surface. His hand moved lower, his thumb circling your clit with a practiced ease that made you feel even more violated. He knew exactly what he was doing, how to make your body respond even as your mind recoiled in horror. The pressure grew unbearable, and you knew you were going to break. "Please," you whispered, your voice a trembling mess. "Please stop." But the words were lost in the cacophony of your own moans and his grunts of pleasure.

His eyes narrowed, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You're going to come for me, aren't you?" His thumb pressed down harder, and you felt your body tighten around him. "You're going to scream my name when I fill you up." The thought of giving him what he wanted was unbearable, but the sensation was too intense to ignore. You bit down on the hand over your mouth, trying to muffle the sounds that were threatening to escape. "I feel like I'm gonna pee," you sobbed, your voice muffled and pathetic.

Gerard chuckled darkly, his teeth still buried in your neck. "That's it," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You're gonna come for me, baby." His hips bucked faster, his cock slamming into you with a ferocity that was both terrifying and exhilarating. You felt a warm rush building, the pressure in your lower belly becoming unbearable. It was as if your body was being torn apart by the force of his lust and your own unwanted response.

You couldn't stop the moan that escaped, your body arching off the bed despite your attempts to hold back. The pleasure was like a wildfire, consuming you, turning your fear and anger into something darker, something that made you feel alive in the most twisted way possible. His eyes never left yours, his smile widening as he watched you fall apart beneath him. "That's it," he said, his voice a harsh whisper. "Let go for me."

And then, with a final, brutal thrust, you did. The orgasm ripped through you, tearing apart the last shreds of your dignity. Your walls spasmed around his cock, milking him, and you felt him tense, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into you. His bite grew deeper, and you felt a warmth spread from the puncture wounds, a strange feeling that was both soothing and terrifying. His cum filled you, a thick, hot presence that made your stomach churn with a mix of pleasure and disgust. You were his now, in the most intimate way possible, and there was no going back.

Tears streamed down your face as he pulled away, his eyes still gleaming with triumph. He licked the blood from his teeth with a satisfied smack, a grin spreading across his face like a dark shadow. "See?" he murmured, his voice a dark purr. "It's not so bad, is it?" He leaned down, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "You liked it, didn't you?" His hand slid down your body, coming to rest on the sticky mess between your legs, his fingers coated in your blood and his cum. "You're going to want more," he promised, his voice dripping with a sinister anticipation.

The sobs that tore from your throat were a mix of pain and anger, a visceral rejection of his claim. "No," you slurred out, your voice thick with tears and fear. "Fuck no." But even as you denied it, your traitorous body was still quivering with the aftershocks of your unwanted orgasm, the muscles of your pussy clenching around the emptiness he had left behind. You felt dirty, used, and utterly destroyed. The taste of your own blood in your mouth was a stark reminder of the reality of the situation.

He pulled out of you with a wet pop, the absence of his thick cock leaving you feeling both relieved and violated. He leaned over, his smile wide and predatory, and pushed your leg over his shoulder. The gesture was almost gentle, a stark contrast to the violence that had just occurred. "Aww, you're clenching around nothing," he cooed, his voice a twisted parody of affection. "That's so cute." His thumb traced over your swollen clit, and you couldn't help the involuntary jerk of your hips, the sensitivity of your overstimulated flesh making you shiver.

The room spun around you, the smell of sex and fear thick in the air. You felt his eyes on you, watching you with a mix of curiosity and hunger. It was as if he were studying you, cataloging your every reaction for some twisted, future encounter. "You're so responsive," he murmured, his voice a low purr that sent a shiver down your spine. "I can't wait to see what else I can get you to do." His fingers slid back inside you, coated in your juices and his own seed, and you whimpered, your body betraying you with a shudder of pleasure.

He began to pump his fingers in and out, his thumb rubbing slow circles around your clit. Your body responded despite the horror of the situation, your walls clenching around his intrusion. The sensation was too much, a blend of pain and pleasure that you couldn't escape. His eyes never left yours, a silent challenge that made your stomach twist. "You want more," he whispered, his breath hot against your cheek. "You can't help it."

You felt yourself trembling, your muscles tightening around his fingers as he worked you expertly. Your mind screamed for it to stop, but your body was a traitor, responding to his touch like it was a lifeline. He leaned in closer, his mouth grazing your ear as he murmured, "Just say it. Tell me how much you want me to fill you up again." The words were a dark seduction, a siren's call that your body was powerless to resist.

With each word, his grip on your neck loosened slightly, his thumb tracing gentle patterns along your jawline. His breath was sweet, a stark contrast to the metallic taste of your own blood. "Let me love you," he whispered, his voice a velvet caress that made your skin crawl and your stomach churn. "Let me give you everything you've ever dreamed of." His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, and you felt your mouth open slightly, his words a drug that clouded your judgment.

Your mind reeled with the promise of escape, of a life free from the pain and fear that now suffocated you. You wanted to believe him, to give in to the dark allure of his words. But deep down, you knew it was a lie. He was a predator, a monster masquerading as a savior. "Anything," he murmured, his eyes searching yours, "just tell me what you want, and it's yours." The weight of his body was a constant reminder of his power, his fingers still moving inside you with a disturbing gentleness.

You searched for something, anything to cling to, a way out of the horror that had become your reality. And in that moment, a spark of defiance flickered to life. "Get out," you whispered, your voice hoarse from screaming into his hand. "Leave me alone." The words were a whispered challenge, a declaration of your refusal to be his plaything.

He paused, his eyes narrowing, his thumb still circling your clit. "What did you say?" His voice was deceptively calm, a serpent coiled and ready to strike. But you felt a shift in the air, a hint of doubt in his touch. You knew you had to be careful, to play the part of the victim while searching for a way to fight back.

"Please," you whimpered, forcing a tremble into your voice, "please don't do this." Your eyes searched his, trying to find a shred of humanity in the monster that held you captive. His hand stilled, and for a moment, you thought you'd convinced him. But then his smile grew, a chilling twist of his lips that sent a cold shiver down your spine.

"You're so convincing," he said, his voice low and mocking. "But we both know the truth, don't we?" He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your face. "Your body tells me everything I need to know." His hand around your neck tightened, a silent warning not to challenge him. His thumb slid back to your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your breath hitch.

You felt a flicker of anger, a small flame of rebellion that grew with each sickening stroke. "No," you choked out, your voice a hoarse whisper. "It's not what I want." But even as you denied it, your body was betraying you again, your pussy clenching around his fingers. The pleasure was a living lie, a mockery of everything you felt for him before this night.

Gerard leaned in closer, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "Oh, but it is," he murmured, his voice a dark symphony of temptation. "You can't lie to me, not like this." His words were a taunt, a declaration of his victory over your will. You felt his breath on your neck as he took in your scent, his fangs scraping against your skin. The anticipation was a knife's edge, cutting through the fog of fear and pain.

You swallowed hard, your eyes searching the room for anything that could serve as a weapon. But it was a futile effort; he had chosen his hunting ground well. The room was empty, stripped of anything that could help you. The only sounds were the ragged gasps of your own breath and the wet, obscene noises of his fingers moving in and out of you. You could feel his cock, still hard and demanding, pressing against your inner thigh. The thought of him taking you again was almost too much to bear.

With a snarl, you reached down and grabbed his wrist, trying to pull his hand away from your pussy. He laughed, the sound a chilling counterpoint to the seriousness of the situation. "So feisty," he said, his grip tightening around your throat. "But it's too late for that." His thumb continued to circle your clit, and you bit back a whimper of pleasure.

He leaned in, peppering your face with wet, open-mouthed kisses. "How about you be a good girl and just take my cock, yeah?" he murmured, his voice a seductive hiss that made your skin crawl. His other hand reached up to fondle your underdeveloped breast, his cold, claw-like fingers pinching your tender nipple. The sensation was a mix of pain and arousal that had you writhing beneath him, hating yourself for the response your body couldn't help but give.

With a grin, he flipped you onto your stomach, your face buried in the pillows. The fabric muffled your cries as he pushed your legs apart, his body looming over you like a dark specter. "Don't go stiff," he warned, his voice a harsh whisper, "it'll hurt." The reality of his words sank in, and you forced yourself to relax, your body trembling with fear and revulsion.

You felt the mattress shift as he positioned himself behind you, his cock, still slick with your blood and juices, pressing against your bruised entrance. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back as he entered you once more, the pillows muffling your screams. Each thrust was a painful reminder of his dominance, your body stretching to accommodate his thickness. The smell of him was everywhere, a heady mix of lust and power that made your stomach churn.

His balls slapped against your ass with each movement, the sensation a stark contrast to the coldness of his skin. Each time he buried himself to the hilt, you felt the heat of his body deep inside you, the reality of his invasion impossible to ignore. His breath was hot on your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he whispered sweet nothings that curdled in your ears. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice a dark symphony of possession. "I own every part of you."

The bed frame groaned in protest, the springs squeaking with the force of his thrusts. You could feel the sticky mess of your combined fluids coating your thighs, a sticky reminder of his dominance. His hand moved up to your neck, his grip tightening as he began to fuck you harder, the pain bringing tears to your eyes. "Scream for me," he ordered, his voice a harsh command. "Let me hear how much you love it."

You bit down on the pillow, muffling your cries as best you could. You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing you beg, but your body was no longer your own. Each thrust sent waves of painful pleasure through you, a twisted symphony of agony and arousal that you couldn't ignore. His other hand slid down to your clit, his thumb pressing down with just the right amount of pressure to send sparks of pleasure shooting through your body.

The sound of his skin slapping against yours was a rhythmic beat in the quiet of the night, a morbid soundtrack to the horror playing out. You felt his cock swell even further inside you, the pressure building until it was almost unbearable. Your muscles tightened, preparing for the inevitable release. You clenched your eyes shut, willing it to stop, but it was as if your body had a mind of its own.

With a feral growl, he leaned down and bit into your shoulder, the pain sharp and sudden. Your muffled scream was lost in the fabric of the pillow as you felt him come, his hot seed filling you up. Your body responded in kind, betraying you once again with a powerful orgasm that had you bucking against him. He held you down, grunting with each spurt of his release, his teeth still embedded in your skin.

As the tremors of his climax subsided, he pulled out of you, his grip on your hair releasing. You collapsed onto the mattress, your body a trembling mess of pain and pleasure. The metallic taste of your own blood mingled with your tears as you lay there, panting and defeated. He rolled you onto your back, his eyes gleaming in the dim light as he licked the blood from your neck, his tongue hot and rough against your sensitive skin.

"Look at me," he demanded, his voice a low growl. You met his gaze, the defiance in your eyes replaced with a dull emptiness. He studied you for a moment, his expression unreadable. "You're going to be a good girl for me, aren't you?" He whispered, his thumb tracing the fresh bite marks on your neck. "You're going to do everything I say."

You nodded weakly, the fight draining out of you. What was the point in resisting? Your body had already betrayed you once; it would surely do so again. He smirked, pleased with your response. "That's my girl," he said, his voice a dark caress that made your skin crawl. He leaned in and kissed you, his tongue forcing its way past your lips, tasting of your blood and his own saliva.

As he pulled away, you felt a strange warmth spread through your body, a sensation that was both soothing and terrifying. It was as if he were marking you from the inside out, leaving a part of himself in every inch of your being. Your eyes fluttered closed, unable to meet his gaze any longer. The weight of his body lifted from yours, and you heard the rustle of clothing as he dressed.

The sound of his belt buckling was a stark reminder of the reality of your situation. He was going to leave you here, used and discarded like a piece of trash. "Are you just going to leave me like that?" you managed to croak out, the words barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

Gerard paused, his eyes flickering down to the mess between your legs before meeting yours again. "We're not done yet," he said, his voice a dark promise that sent a cold shiver down your spine. "But you need to rest, little one. I have big plans for you." He leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "I'll be watching you, always."

The room grew colder as he left, the door clicking shut with a finality that echoed through the silence. You lay there, your body still trembling with aftershocks of pain and unwanted pleasure. The smell of him lingered, a heady mix of cologne and sweat that made you want to retch. Your mind raced, trying to process the horror of what had just happened, the reality of your new life as his toy, his pet, his...lover?

[s-grunge]

Do you have a ranking list of in Total Drama characters?

Well, I do have a number one favourite since childhood. Have I really made any attempt to hide it?

Under the cut is a long-winded ramble about character rankings, but tldr; there is no ranking list. Sorry for the non-answer.

Disclaimer: I haven't seen the reboot and I tend to focus mostly on the first cast of characters anyway, so any opinions past that don't hold a lot of water anyway, go figure.

Honestly, I was gonna try to make a tier list just for this ask, but I lost my progress on it and took it as a sign from the universe not to go through with it.

I don't think a ranking list would be very useful or accurate to represent my thoughts anyway, at least for something as broad and subjective as my general character opinions. It feels like the moment I'm done making one, I'm only allowed to view these characters the way I ranked them initially for the rest of time. It also feels like it'll only invite conflict from other fans, I don't wanna undersell a character that someone else loves just because they're not my cup of tea.

I'm only dying on a hill for one of these guys and you already know who he is.

For the majority of characters below my number one, I don't have a concrete placement, more of each having an ever spinning revolving door between appreciated but not thought about much to "My skrunkly beans!!1!". Sometimes I forget how much I actually like the character off the top of my head 'til I see them in the show, a screenshot or fanart, or am reading about them in a fanfic and am like "Damn I love this character".

Most characters I lean more towards disliking are, at worst, characters I'm ambivalent towards (a lot of the Pahkitew characters fall into this category), and the only ones I have more conscious negative or uncomfortable feelings towards are off the top of my head, Sierra and Sugar, but probably not for the reasons you've often heard others say.

but yeah, thanks for reading my opinions about opinions. to reward your efforts, heres the progress for the drawing I did.

[chronicbeans]

Another Hades thought but I just need to get it out there:

Has anybody thought of like, Idk what it'd be called, but a semi-modern AU for the Hades games? One where the gods and goddesses are all still dressed and living like it's still Ancient Greece, but the surface world where all the humans are have moved way past that and it's the modern era?

Like, the main gods and titans who are aware of this change are Thanatos (he's got to go directly to some mortals to reap them, so he needs to go to the surface and see everything humans have made), Chronos (he's time so...), Prometheus (literally been waiting for this to happen), and Melinoë and Hypnos (I like to imagine their dreams have elements of the human world in it because humans dream of things they see, and Melinoë is the goddess of nightmares and Hypnos sleep. They see modern technology in their dreams but don't know what they mean-).

Then, all the others are just kind of confused, because they've been so busy with their own things (possibly helping Zagreus or fighting Chronos depending on which game we're talking about) that they kind of just... forgot to check on humanity for a long time. One second the humans are riding chariots, the next they're in a giant hunk of metal called a "Honda Accord"? Hypnos is looking at the lists of shades and their deaths, going "what is an AC and how did it fall onto you?" Zeus is probably throwing a hissy fit because humans made these weird things called "wires" and using it to, as he calls it, "steal my lightning for themselves to make magic boxes of communication".

Meanwhile the shades are coming in after dying talking about things like "Tik Tok", saying "Oh my God that's so cool!" "He's such a blorbo and a pookie." and "Very skrunkly." Just a bunch of modern terms that none of them understand.

I don't know y'all I think I have something here.

[papaziggy-devblog]

Can we have some crumbs about Xavier, papa Ziggy? I wanna learn more about the cute pathetic skrunkly ajsnsksnsjns

Imma just copy and paste the details I have from Disc ( ovo)

MC works at a plant nursey… and they come in frequently, sometimes to buy something specific, sometimes to browse around for a bit, but they always seem shy and closed off and MC only ever sees them talking to the plants… even when they're buying something they're quiet and pretty isolated… Feeling kinda bad for them, since when MC hears them talking to the plants they do seem genuinly sweet, MC starts to try and socialize with them, trying to chat, hang out around them… kinda like when you try to socialize a stray cat…

Eventually he does start to open up.. slowly but surely… and he is actually indeed really sweet! A bit awkward but sweet… gradually he also starts seeking out your attention! More… and more… and more…

Coincidentally… you start noticing you seem to be misplacing things more and more… And you keep forgetting to lock your door?… And you could have sworn you closed that window last night…. Hmm… Weird

Their home is loaded with plants they take care of, including one room that's locked off specifically where they grow poisonous/toxic plants which are a special interest of theirs

They always have little pricks and scratches on their fingertips from handling plants

Yes they'd accidentally poisoned themselves a time or two but not too bad .w.

They always smell like florals and wet soil

They have a pet pigeon named Pudge… they didn't buy him or anything… Pudge just flew into their home on accident one day and he was just like… "….Ok"

[whitzles]

Tsukis with my most fav place from their games!!!

They're my such hyperfixation..I love drawing them sm hehehehehe

But here's my reason why I love the places (top to bottom) :

1) Cotton Candy Haven [Yume 2kki]

I FUCKING LOVE THIS PLACE.Everything about this place is amazing.I feel so happy visiting it everytime

The outside is just auggghhh....it feels like a safe place to be in.I don't mind being in this place for a long while shdhsh (bless qxy for making this)

The interiors in most of them reminds me of a kid toy house, it's so adorable.

BUT THIS ROOM!!! 🔽

IT'S SO COOL

I LIKE HOW IT IMMEDIATELY CHANGE WHEN WE PUT THE KEY IN THE MUSIC BOX

And the music is so sweet

This whole place in general is just so comforting to me.I feel like I'm being hugged by the place alone.There are many beautiful places in this game but this one is truly special.

2) The Martian Underground [Yume Nikki]

I know you can't do much in this little area but this one makes me feel something, alright!!

It's kinda hard to get to this place cuz you have to sleep in one of the 5 beds in your dreamworld and you have to use certain effects to get to this place

But it's worth it

Mars-san existence makes me feel something that I never thought of.It can feels comforting to hide yourself so you can finally express all of the negative emotions imo.I would sit there and contemplate on life for longer than I needed

The lonely vibe here just feels comforting.It's something that I don't like but now it feels nice

SORRY FOR MAKING IT PERSONAL LMAO

But moving on!

3)Visceral World (dotflow)

I'm such a sucker for gore. It's kinda like morbid curiosity for me and the vibe of this world is VERY COOL. LIKE THE HEARTBEAT SOUNDS MAKE IT UNNERVINGGG

There's also a cool creature the uuuuh long leg ones. I love that creature!!! THE SKRUNKLY EVEN LIKE IT'D BE A DREAM TO MAKE A CREATURE LIKE THIS

Also I didn't expect the map to look like a uterus tho, it makes me feel more squeamish so that makes it even better. Aside from that, the feels of this place is great and I really like it. 10/10 place

We can forget about the childbirth event tho. That one is horrifying as fuck LMAO

But anyway yeah, that's all I have to say. I feel very happy about this drawing!!

I'm never drawing again/hj

Byeeee

[pastelaspirations]

As a last hurrah before the year is done, have my take on lesbian Errorink ✧˖°.

I saw an interesting question once. One that posed the controversial thought that "if your yaoi ship got turned into yuri, would you even still ship it anymore??" It was an interesting question, although perhaps a leading question, that gave the idea that many people may cease to ship a pairing if they turned from boys to girls.

I only had one thought to that question.

It's cute that you think that would have any chance of deterring me. No, w a t c h. My undying love for my otp is only strengthened.

Case in point; if yaoi errorink has consumed my entire mind and soul, then it would make perfect sense that yuri errorink would do so as well. Don't you see. It's literally the exact same ship, with all the same dynamics and interactions, but they're ✧˖°.girls now✧˖°.

SO. BIG SHOUTOUT TO JUNIEMUNIE FOR THEIR REFS WHICH STRONGLY INSPIRED MINE. I want to draw their versions one day. And I will, I will, just let me cook, man, I promise I will-

Of course, obligatory "p l e a s e open drawings in another tab to see them better 'cus they look like dog water on here."

WARNING; RAMBLING AHEAD THAT I WILL T R Y TO MAKE SHORT I thought it would be so funny, man, hilarious, if Error was like. This scrunkly girlboss badass who could, and would, absolutely destroy you. B u t she is sort of dressed like a high end hobo?? Like- SHE GOT THE BUNNY SLIPPERS ON AND LOOKS LIKE SHE LOW KEY JUST ROLLED OUT OF BED, but she gonna make damn sure her makeup is on f l e e k before she walks out that door ✧˖°.

BUT, THEN, COMPARE THAT. COMPARE THAT WITH. Just comedy gold, I tell you. This badass, skrunkly girlboss Destroyer of Worlds and her love interest, the only one who holds the key to her heart... is just Ink. A teeny lil cutie patootie who runs around completely barefoot in Care Bear lookin' overalls, with a paintbrush taller than she is and a giant burrito scarf. Just-

Yep. That's the Destroyer of Worlds's gf, right there. (I can see the crap posts now. Error being an absolutely horrifying entity to be reckoned with, but immediately switches to a sing-songy, happy voice as soon as Ink pops into the room.)

Fun fact; I'm sick as a dog as of this post. I finished these drawings not being able to breathe or swallow. :D Well, f i n e, I wasn't as bad when I finished Error's first, but then I got worse with Ink's. Like. I was staring at the screen, half-dead and unable to focus, when I was finishing her up, but she doesn't look half that bad, huh. Not too shabby for someone who can barely concentrate and had to proofread this post four times before giving up and hoping it is at least somewhat coherent in my fever induced fog state.

[unrestrained-balderdash-art-blog]

Drew some birdies dressed as Riddlers. Might do some more later, I have a few more ideas

Explanations:

Tim Sale's Riddler is a feral pigeon and a moorhen. I keep drawing him with pigeons, and during drawing the seagull I had the epiphany that his skrunkly vibes are like a moorhen

Frank Gorshin's Riddler is a seagull (herring gull). I guess he just gives the vibes of most likely to steal your chips. And also seagulls make noises I guess. And they're the kings of the seaside like he's the king of the Riddlers

Arkham City Riddler is a mute swan. They're stereotyped as beautiful, elegant creatures. They will also bite you and hiss at you

Arkham Asylum Riddler is a woodpigeon. They're the first birds whose calls I really notice, and before I loved birds I found them kind of annoying but in an affectionate way. This is perfect for this Riddler, as his talking probably annoyed everyone who isn't a big fan of him, but for me it's my favourite part of the Arkham games

Arkham Knight Riddler is an oilbird. Because oil and robots. Also, I found out about them from the Most Fucked Up Bird Election (officialweezerelections) and he's a bit fucked up isn't he? This is my first time ever drawing an oilbird so it isn't the best

BtAS Riddler is a European robin. He's canonically adorable, and I've been seeing a lot of these cute little guys about

Zero Year Riddler is a Canada goose. I was struggling to think of fitting birds, but. HONK.

We also have an emerald starling in spandex, because it's the classic Riddler look with a bird who I think is a classic Riddler bird

[wayfayrr]

Thank you for the birthday wishes! I had a lot of fun <33 but I see you reblogged something about human Sky and rushed back as quick as I could cause HUMAN SKY HUMAN SKY HUMAN SKY ! <33333

Our favorite skrunkly <3 but also had a thought, I asked about Twilight or Tears being stronger than the other, and suddenly, it hit me that I never even thought of Sky </3

I feel like, out of all of them, Sky would technically be the strongest, but only when he’s filled with adrenaline. And like, there’s different ways to get adrenaline, mainly through fear, which then had me thinking of say, reader with the Chain, and the reader being in danger, and the adrenaline that would fill Sky. Rip whatever caused the danger

~🍀 anon

you're welcome, I'm glad you had a good time <333

AND YEAH HUMAN SKYYYYYYYYY - THE BEST BOYYYYY

I think each of them can be the strongest for their own reason but adrenaline?? the rest cannot hope to compare to what adrenaline can do for sky. yes twi can throw goats and tears has his ultrahand but sky? Lover boy can be down an arm bleeding only to get back up and keep on fighting through sheer fight or flight ALONE.

I like to think that he simply doesn't tell the chain about him being a human, cause of how groose treated him when he was younger. He knows that the chain won't but at the same time there's this voice in the back of his head always making him second guess himself and ruin his hopes for them accepting him. the one he'd be most likely to tell is twi but only after ordon. or after twi figures it out himself.

I think that it would trigger less with the chain in general because ske knows there's less of a threat to them, they're all heroes, they all know how to fight. they can handle themselves. there's no need for it to fully kick in.

when he's fallen for you though? when he's got you to care for? A future to imagine? it's going to go into overdrive.

the others may have assumed the strength of his adrenaline comes from being a godslayer (if they knew) but it's the otherway around. there's no hope for a simple hylian to take down a god. That's why hylia needed her little hero to be a human. she knew that and made him human despite her own distain for them. Despite knowing how hated he would be for it.

or maybe because of it.

she knew her reincarnated self being nice would have a human bond faster than a hylian who'd been treated well from day one after all.

she just didn't know how hard and how dangerously he'd fall for another human.