#interaction teagan

[thesimonhawthorne]

He nodded as he took the road towards the bistro. It would be a relatively short ride, which was fine by him, that was, after all, one of the perks of living in a town and not a big city. He had to laugh a bit when she asked her question. It wasn't that he was surprised she was asking questions, as he knew they had to get to know each other a little bit at some point, no matter where this was going to lead, but he did find the question amusing. "Bold you to assume I happen to not be busy with work," he replied. "I like climbing, maybe a game of tennis or golf if I can find the time. And I’ll admit, there’s something about long drives that helps clear my head." It was nothing really personal, and Simon did tend to keep people at the certain distance until he was more comfortable. "You?" @teaganweatherford

Once the two were settled in the car, Teagan placed her phone in her bag, deciding to use this time to get to know the man she was on a date with. It may have been a 'set up' but she'd volunteered; might as well use this time to really get to know the other. She thanked him, taking a seat in the passengers seat and waited for him to start backing out before he asked where they were going. Offering him a smile she cleared her throat before instructing him to go to Nourish Bistro. She only hoped he had been serious when he said it wasn't bad. "What are some things you like to do when you're not busy with work?" she asked, doing her best to make small talk. @thesimonhawthorne

[the-meme-monarch]

do you think Teagan had the tea in her immediately during creation or did it have to be poured into her?

yeah it was already there upon creation i would think. toons are ‘born’ with clothes on they can have Beverage out the gate also

[arckat]

sorry for asking again but i love your artstyle and you feed me SO QUICKLY! anyways can i have little teagan w cg rodger regressed after a long run

HII I'm so sorry it took so long to get to this. I hope you like it ^^ I love them so much this was a really cute prompt

[antikittysocial]

okay. this is regular information. everyone has talked about this in the fandom at least once or heard about it

I have seen like one or two people talk about this.

I've genuinely never seen anyone discuss his description vro. it's jus roasting him

but more importantly

WHY DOES EVERY MAIN WHOSE NAME HAS AN 'S' IN IT HAVE EMOTIONAL ISSUES

[read tags]

[ko-glitch-101]

is it just me or are cosmo and sprout low key codependent af

[soft-tiny-bb]

me fictional CGs!:

naven nuknuk (epithet erased)

cedric the sorcerer (sofia the first)

gregory house (house m.d)

DRretro (regretevator)

mach (regretevator)

rodger (dandy's world)

teagan (dandy's world)

AM (i have no mouth and I must scream)

p.ai.nter (pressure)

[pj-cortez]

starter: closed for @teagan-monroe

where: Sweat Fitness

Sometimes it felt like PJ was a puppy that needed to be constantly doing something, otherwise, her pent up energy would have her tearing up her own furniture at home. Or more likely, being alone with her thoughts was... well, less than ideal since her brain won't shut up for even a second. That's why, other than her stupid work she hates, she also does a million other things like, Ritmos Latinos and yoga a few times a week and coming to the gym for a few hours a day as well just to delay getting home to her empty apartment and loud thoughts.

Totally drench in sweat by minute forty, she got to the arms portion of her training and her usual trainer seem to be out of sight. "Sorry to bother you. Would you mind spotting me while I use that machine for a minute? I think my trainer had his break or something." She asked the blonde nearby.

[mashamorevvna]

kind of insane that any time some dragon age developer intention is revealed its always a split between: this news is indifferent to me and well, if it had been made more explicit, it would have made the narrative worse. no other option

[bahfreak]

Hello!! I was wondering if I could please get an alter pack for Teagan from Dandy’s World? No trans ids or paras please! Thank you.

hai !! i am unfamiliar with this source but tried my best . i hope yu like them !

room 013 ,, TEAGAN . .

names : teagan , blodwen , camri

pronouns : she / her , they / them , it / its , xe / xer , tea / teas

terms : feminine

genders : notgirl , feminine , lady , womanflux , epistia

orientation : sapphic

species : teacup toon

roles : non - human , caretaker , soother

source : teagan from dandy’s world

typing quirk : proper grammar + capitalized 2nd person pronouns ( example : “ Goodness, are You alright? “

[eddiexcastro]

closed starter for @teaganweatherford location: About Time

Eddie rushed into the clock shop with a old clock his abuelita gave him and had a guilty smile on is face. This wasn't the first time he had been in the shop since he came back. He kept accidentally knocking the clock over and having to bring it in to get fixed. So today, he came in with the smile and rushed over to Teagan. "Teagan, please tell me you have time to fix this?" He said and handed the clock to her. "My sister is doing a FaceTime tomorrow and my abuelita is gonna wanna see the clock and I can't tell her I broke it again."

[accidental-hero]

okay well now i want more asks about my OCs lmao

[tctteredwings]

for: @clandcstinemeetings location: songbirds and sangrias

"Made a decision yet?" Christian's gaze lifted from the list of available songs and moved to focus on Teagan instead. He was between a few, which was no real surprise, he'd never been all that great at picking just one thing, especially when it came to karaoke. "Or are we thinking duet?"

[creaturesandcomforts]

Post-Post Breakup || Teagan and Abigail

Timing: A few weeks ago. Location: Darkling Lake Parties: @creaturesandcomforts, @closingwaters Summary: Using the excuse of a missing knife, Abigail visits Teagan and the two discuss their past relationship, opening more wounds than they close. Content Warning: N/A

The sun had just barely begun to fall below the horizon when Abigail arrived at Teagan's lake. She was careful not to park her bike too close, just in case some of the lake's occupants disliked the smell of bike exhaust. Talking to Teagan always felt a bit awkward, but she was still a close friend, who happened to still have something very important to Abigail. With footsteps that were nearly silent atop the dew-covered grass, she soon arrived at her friend's home. The area was extremely quiet, just as she'd expect from somebody like Teagan.

As Abigail stood there on Teagan's porch like a deer in headlights, sunlight glinted off of the buckle that fastened her mask to her face, accompanied by the uncomfortable feeling of warm sunlight on her back. No getting around it, she needed to muster her courage and knock, or stand here and start to sweat. That was enough motivation to get her fist to meet the wood of the door, banging thrice with enough force that it could be heard from the far side of the house, in hopes that she could avoid making her presence known vocally.

Breakups weren’t a common occurrence for a woman like Teagan. In fact, Abigail was her one and only, and she told herself that she’d never do that again. Having someone that close was dangerous, there was too much collateral damage in the way she lived. Always on the hunt, and always searching for the next decoration at the bottom of the lake. Though, Teagan had to admit, being with Abigail was nice. Sure, she was strange and rarely spoke, and she had a proclivity for the macabre, but she was never anything but herself. 

When it came down to it, Abigail was gentle and understanding. Much better than Teagan deserved, but she wasn’t going to say that aloud or dwell on all the nuances of that belief. Instead, she played with the knife that she purposely held onto so she could have a piece of Abigail with her at all times. But as all things went, Teagan had to let go, and the knocks only further cemented just how close the ending truly was. 

She rose to her feet and made her way to the door, heart pounding against its cage. A happy ending with a beautiful woman sounded nice, but she had responsibilities and debts to repay. There was no room for anything but her rage and revenge. The never-ending cycle that was as circular as the knob she turned. “Hey there, Bunny.” Teagan greeted Abigail upon opening the door, not expecting a response. She smiled warmly, placing the knife in her back pocket until it was requested. “Would you like a hug?” The pair were good friends, had been very intimate before, but Teagan was more than aware of Abigail’s boundaries. There was no way she’d ever cross them without permission. “‘Course, ya don’t gotta. Just…just nice to see ya.”

Abigail offered a small wave of her pale hand to return the kind greeting given to her. She wasn't as nervous around Teagan as she normally got around other people, but things had changed after the breakup, so she offered a simple nod of approval in place of a verbal response. She leaned in and gave a quick, firm hug to Teagan, patting her on the back a few times before inevitably breaking off the hug. Teagan always smiled like everything in her life was going perfectly, like there was nothing to be upset about, however, she wore just as thick a mask as Abigail did.

The rage and desire for revenge emanated off of Teagan like heat from a flame, with so much ferocity that it made it hard for Abigail to stay focused through the haze of potential energy in the air. All she had to do was seize the opportunity and she'd be fed for so long, maybe even months. As soon as that thought entered her head, she immediately shook it off, reminding herself of their friendship. She was not a food source, she was Teagan, no matter how good it would feel to bring her the revenge she longed for.

Suddenly, Abigail reached into her pocket, flipping through a few note cards that she'd prepared for this meeting, before turning one to show it to Teagan. It read only a single sentence, written in meticulously-practiced cursive. "May I come in?"

As cold as Abigail was to hug, there was a certain kind of warmth that came with her embrace. It made Teagan hum despite how it ended too soon for her liking. If it had been up to her, they would’ve stayed there, maybe gone to the couch or bedroom as they had before, but those days were long gone. Much had changed in just a year, though the look in Abigail’s eyes said differently. 

Even with darkness consuming her hues and a mask hiding her expression, Teagan could tell Abigail was looking at her the same as she had the first time they met. She had mistaken it for awe, and she was surprised to discover that it was actually hunger—and not the type she was hoping for. “Still there, huh? The fury?” Teagan arched a brow and then chuckled, waving Abigail inside. “Yeah, come in. Mind the mess. I’m still settling. You want some tea or is this just a quickie?” The wording was intentional, and she knew Abigail would understand the double entendre. Her smile grew and she placed her hands in her back pockets, readying herself for whatever Abigail chose. 

After shaking her head and blinking a few times, Abigail forced herself to regain her focus, a bit disappointed that she still had problems with these cravings after so long. With another quick movement, she slid a note card out from the deck in her left hand to display it to Teagan with her right hand. "I apologize" was all it said, and once Teagan appeared to have read it, she slid it back into the stack. Preparing for social interactions made them notably easier, especially when said interaction was with somebody Abigail knew well.

Teagan's quick tongue and slick wording made Abigail chuckle for a brief moment as she stepped past Teagan, moving swiftly to find a seat and make herself comfortable. She didn't have a card for tea, which frustrated her a bit, but she got over her frustration quickly, and simply opened her mouth to speak. "Tea please." The words came out softer than feathers, a slight scratch to her voice as the words were forced from her throat.

Teagan frowned at herself for her slip, upset that she forced Abigail to use her voice. Most of their interactions weren’t exactly verbal, but that wasn’t to say Abigail never spoke. It just wasn’t something she really felt comfortable doing, and Teagan was never one to dismiss one’s discomforts. “Sorry about that, Bunny. I’ll try to keep things so you only have to nod or shake your head. Or better yet…!” The blonde quickly turned to her fridge and grabbed a pen from the magnetic holder, immediately turning back to Abigail. “If you need a different answer, you can write it out—as much as I do love your voice.” She winked in jest, placing a kiss to the mask’s cheek. 

“Now, how ‘bout I get that tea going?” In a matter of minutes, the kettle clanked onto the stovetop and the flame clicked to life. Teagan watched it for a few moments, the flames dancing under the metal dome. She couldn’t bring herself to start a new conversation so easily. As comfortable as she looked, Teagan actually felt quite awkward with the situation. The breakup was amicable, but out of the two, Teagan took it the hardest—not that she’d ever let anyone know that.

It was difficult enough to realize she wasn’t cut out for love without the pitiful looks she would get if the truth got out. But, one would need friends or any kind of loved ones for the news to get out to, and Teagan had none. Well, save for Abigail, but you didn’t really talk about breakup pain with the person you broke up with. “So, um…is business going well?”

The pen placed upon Abigail's lap made her feel childish. She knew it was irrational to be humiliated by such a kind accommodation, but part of her wished it wasn't necessary. Rather than accepting the offering, she sat it aside, along with her cards, before turning her body and head as far as she could to watch Teagan start on the tea. Her eyes followed Teagan everywhere she went, keeping an eye on her friend as if a horrible disaster was just around the corner.

"It's going well..." Abigail spoke softly, nearly in a whisper, trying to use her stubbornness to get past the anxiety that had risen in her chest. When they were together, things like talking and making conversation were much easier, but when that bond was partially severed, she couldn't help but feel that they'd been set back to square one. No matter how much she hated speaking, though, she hated small talk more. "How have you been feeling?"

Abigail’s stubborn and determined behavior was no surprise. Teagan always admired those traits in the fury, especially when she utilized them against her own anxieties. There weren’t many people who could do that, but Abigail wasn’t just anybody. She was braver and smarter than most. Teagan supposed, in return, it would be best to give her ex the same respect. 

“I’ve been feeling…” The words fell jaggedly off the nix’s tongue, uncertain and uncomfortable. “I don’t know exactly.” A wry smile formed on Teagan’s lips and she shook her head, sitting down at the small table with Abigail. Her eyes sparkled with a coat of sorrow, but she did well to keep her cheeks dry. “I’m fine most days. ‘Specially when I get my hands on a hunter. Have met a few here already, but not many. Can take you to the bottom of the lake and show you the beginning of my collection.” She reached across the table, opening her hand toward Abigail. An invitation that she could accept or deny without any judgment. 

Again, the ends of Teagan’s lips curled, and she wrinkled her nose playfully as she spoke “You know, like old times.” Her smile came a little easier, felt a little more genuine then. The prospect of any distraction was always a happy event, but actual intimacy, such as a swim, was like striking gold. 

Teagan's words were troubling, to say the least. Abigail had hoped that their time away from one another would give them both time to grow, and maybe give her ex-partner time to learn that some hunters don't deserve to die. She'd never had the courage to speak up about it, especially with all of the unruly patrons that she made disappear at the club. Something about asking Teagan to think about her actions while killing people herself made her feel like a hypocrite. "I'd love to go for a swim sometime, but maybe not to your collection just yet. I'm.. still dealing with that curse, and trying to figure out what triggers it."

Glancing down at the table, Abigail saw Teagan's hand, prompting her to stare for a moment. She tried to figure out what she should do, if she should hold her hand or not, or maybe if she was supposed to give her something? After the awkward moment had passed, she slowly reached out and placed her hand atop Teagan's, clearly unsure about her own actions. "Unfortunately, those old times are over, Teagan. I'm sorry." She spoke with a solemn tone, lowering her head for a moment. They wouldn't ever be what they were, not unless they both changed a lot and fast, but to Abigail, that was okay. Time passed, and they had much more time to grow apart from one another as friends.

“That’s not—I wasn’t—” Rejection was normally fine. It was a natural occurring thing, something everyone was entitled to. But to receive it from Abigail, for her gesture to be taken as if Teagan wanted to rekindle that old flame, it irked the fae a little. Without even trying to ask for Abigail back, she was told that chapter was better off closed. Why did that bother her? Why did that make her feel not good enough? She tried to not let it show, but her eyes betrayed her as they always did. They began to sparkle and sting, forcing her to rub at them for a few moments. 

“I didn’t mean it that way, Bunny.” Teagan whispered with a tremble. “Wasn’t expecting us to do anything. Was trying to be friendly, that's all.” The kettle whistled, and with a sigh, Teagan pulled her hand away. She rose to remove the kettle from the stove, pouring water in each respective cup. At that point, she wasn’t sure if she wanted company anymore, but it wouldn’t exactly be fair for her to ask Abigail to leave. 

Instead, she decided the fastest route would be to just give her ex what she came for. “Here’s the knife.” Teagan stated bluntly, removing the blade from her back pocket, and sliding it across the table. “Curse or no curse, you’re welcome at the lake, and you don’t have to stay for the tea.” As much as Teagan would like Abigail to stay, for them to start over, she had a hard time believing her ex would even want to. 

That sight was all too familiar, the dampening of eyes from a miscommunication or misinterpretation that could put a damper on the best of scenarios. Abigail often questioned what was wrong with her, but she did so the most often when her own perception betrayed her, leading her down a road that hurt those she wanted to please. "Yes, sorry, I've just…" She didn't know what to say. Other people knew how to smooth things over, how to conjure a sentence that would make everything okay, but she found herself at an impasse, with only two options: to lie, or to tell the truth.

No matter what she chose, Abigail knew it would likely worsen the situation, but she had plenty of time to mull it over while Teagan retrieved her missing knife, the excuse she'd used to come and check on her friend. "I've never been broken up before, not with somebody that I wish to stay friends with, and, well… you know how I can be in new situations with no instructions." She hoped the truth would be enough of an explanation to at least stop the tears from misting Teagan's eyes once more. She hated seeing her cry, and she hated being the one who caused her to cry even more. "I apologize for my misunderstanding."

Slowly, Abigail reached out to accept the knife from Teagan. "I'd still like some tea, but it might be best to have it another day. It'll give me a good excuse to come back soon." She spoke in her own unique joking tone, which was to say, the same tone she usually spoke in. Among her social difficulties, managing her tone of voice was one of the things she was worst at. "Thank you for keeping my blade safe, Teags… and thank you for letting me stop by."

The room became tense and unwelcoming. It was her home, but even Teagan felt like she should leave. It was fair, she thought. She’d never truly belong anywhere. Not even with herself. “Yeah…” Teagan trailed off, not able to find it in her heart to be upset at Abigail. She did know how hard it was for the fury to communicate. The fire in the nix was immediately snuffed out, and she rubbed her eyes, her stare settling softly on Abigail. 

“Don’t accept your thanks, Bunny. But I…I understand what you mean.” Teagan’s chest tightened with sorrow, and she swallowed thickly, patting Abigail’s hand. “We can have tea some other time, okay? I’m not upset with you. Just got…you know how I get. Was just a bit too emotional.” She chuckled dryly at herself, sighing with a tremble as her lips quivered. “Didn’t know it would be hard. I-I…sorry.” Shaking her head, Teagan blinked whatever tears threatened to form, and smiled. It didn’t quite reach her eyes, but she couldn’t prevent that. The ache was too strong. 

“I’ll reach out when my head is right. I think I just need a little more time.”

“Another time then.” With a small nod, Abigail stood and slipped the knife into her bag. Maybe next time things would be different, more pleasant, but the hypotheticals never mattered. The future was going to happen, and only by living it would she be able to know if her anxieties were indeed founded in reality. "There's no need to apologize, Teagan. I believe it's normal for it to be hard and awkward on both of us. I'm not upset at you." It was hard for her to be upset at Teagan, even after everything, a fact she certainly wasn't going to speak aloud. After all, if she did, she'd have to confront whatever feelings were left behind after the romantic ones were snuffed out. Abigail smiled at Teagan from behind her mask. It was a small smile, somewhat forced out of reflex, but she couldn't help it. "Reach out whenever. I'll be around. I've got a business to run, after all." Slowly, she backed up to the door, her eyes not leaving Teagan for more than a second between short steps, as if she didn't want to leave things like this. If she were to live in a fairytale, she would know the exact thing to say to fix everything and leave them friends like nothing had ever happened, however, this was no tale, not to her. There was no meaningful conclusion she could give other than assuring her continued support, so she simply offered a small wave and headed outside to depart from Teagan's property.

[meyraxbinici]

Meyra knew it wasn't the other woman's fault. Nor was she really involved in this whole saga. Her only claim to Meyra's distress was the fact that she was sisters with Elizabeth, and Meyra was trying to avoid Elizabeth until she tried to speak to her family and Oliver first. That was if any of them would even talk to her. Nodding as the other finally spoke, Meyra kept her gaze on her and tried to calm herself. To get rid of the feeling of her stomach dropping. "Right, I appreciate it." She gave a small smile to the woman who while owing her nothing for her strange behavior, was showing her a kindness by agreeing to not mention anything to her sister. "I appreciate it... she just won't be happy to hear I'm back. She will learn soon, I just... need to do something first." It wouldn't be long before it went around that she was back.

It wasn't hard to see the distress that this was causing the woman, and Teagan felt a little bad about that. She tried to remember who the woman was, or what she'd done, but honestly, had probably all happened when Teagan was in the midst of her addiction, and so her recollection from that period is hazy at best. When the woman asked if this could stay between them, it sounded like a pretty desperate plea, and while Teagan didn't like the idea of lying to her sister, this interaction hardly warranted talking to Ellie about. "Look, I don't even know your name." She offered a shrug. "You're just a random brunette who mistook me for a waitress... Hardly seems like something to mention to anyone." Which was the truth. And it wasn't exactly lying not to recount a random encounter you had at the coffee shop. @meyraxbinici

[jasmincs]

jaz  finds  the  first  table  that  has  an  empty  seat,  they  notice  the  other  as  they  sit  and  offer  a  smile  “  tea.  you  look  great  !  i  mean  this  whole  place  looks  so  good  but  it’s  kinda  overwhelming,  don’t  you  think  ?  is  that  just  me  ?  it’s  been  so  long  since  i’ve  been  to  a  party  this  big.  ” ( @teagvns )

[deer-diary-from-hell]

Redesigned all of the Dandy world (+my take on the game)

”But Liam/deer didn’t you alr posted these-“

you didn’t see anything.

HEADCANONING TIME WWOOOOO

I like to think that ALMOST all of the toons just think they’re just playing a game of tag while collecting ichor like it’s a “capture the flag” thing. It’s in their blood (or ichor) to just be a bunch of childish and playful creatures, they are MADE for kids so it’s not really out of character of them to NOT think that twisteds are dangerous let alone kill them which cause them to see things differently (literally)

(still talking about this👆) If you start the game at first it’s all bright and colorful like something you would see out of a kid’s show, there’s happy music playing in the background all fun and games! Until you get hit by a twisted and lose a heart. Thats when the reality kicks in. Music stops as the colors slowly go back to the sad reality of an abandoned studio/daycare. These twisteds weren’t playing.. they were trying to kill you. This effect is irreversible even if you go back to full health. The shine in their eyes are gone. They aren’t laughing anymore, this isn’t funny. They’re scared.

(Note to self, each toon will have a traumatized look on their face after getting injured and will stay traumatized even after being healed+also applies to a toon when they witness a death of another toon)

I like to think that the twisted are like a “Failed” version of a toon, a toon that wasn’t the exact replica of itself so, it was locked away in the underground as it contorts into it’s biggest flaw(s) might design the twisteds if I feel like it.

If a toon witnessed another toon getting hit they’ll still be oblivious but concerned for their fellow friend

The twisteds prob growls and snarls due to their throats being filled with nothing but ichor, constantly leaking from their mouths as they try to kill you out of jealousy that YOU don’t get to be thrown away like a broken toy and instead cherished by children while they were called a mistake and now you’re going to experience the same pain they went through.

on a lighter note, the toons stole the clothes they’re wearing from the lost and found shortly after being abandoned and threw away their old clothes.

dandy needs those tapes so he doesn’t turn into a twisted. He wants to protect his friends from himself.

Ichor while being dangerous can be used to bring back a dead toon, only dandy knows this. Fortunately (or unfortunately) the toon doesn’t remember how they died after being revived

All toons are asexual. (Gets booed off the stage)

Do you think toons are desperate for interactions after being abandoned for god knows how long.

Astro, Vee and Shelly are the ones who don’t have the “fake reality” sight going on and knows that they’re actually in danger although for Shelly she’s sorta in denial (and ig Teagan and Rodger too? But the both of them just thinks that the twisteds aren’t really that dangerous and thought they wont kill their fellow toons)

might add more hcs soon but prob in later posts

Guys please ask for hcs for any toons you like please I’m begging on my knees I’LL GIVE YOU ANYTHING.