#she would have wayy too much fun

[toyybox]

Spiderwebs AU: Teach You A Lesson

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⚠️ Spoilers for Chapter 25 and 26

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Hello, readers!! Heather said some really mean things to Jackie in Chapter 25: Slaughterhouse. Even though she never followed through on those threats in canon, I still wanted to write this one-shot to explore what would happen. Also, thanks to @brutal-nemesis for inspiring me to make this, I’m always thrilled to write another vivisection 💗

content: lab whump, vivisection, drugging, gore, restraints, gag, skinning (as in: Jackie gets skinned); Be warned, it gets messy

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The lights were all he could see, pure white, blazing above him, as he came around in a daze. It took time for his vision to clear. Sensation began to buzz back into his body, prickling under his skin—metal underneath him, the stale underground air, ropes burning as he tried to move. Cloth in his mouth. Heather was patting his cheek. Checking if he was conscious.

“You’re awake. We can start.” She was still wearing those latex gloves. The scalpel was still in her hand. She turned away to retrieve something from another table beside him.

Sparks of panic ignited in his chest. He tugged on the ropes out of instinct, but they were too tight for him to even turn his wrists. The cold metal table stung his skin as he shifted, making him wince. He was back here, trapped again, unable to move. The smells of chemical cleaners spun in his head, dredging up faint memories, flashes of noise and pain.

The changing colours left afterimages in his sight. Even now, the light was unbearably sharp. Everything was shifting in staggered increments, outlines bleeding into each other. It was exhausting to keep his eyes open. She might have drugged him during the struggle, although he couldn’t recall any of it.

Heather held up a different tool for a moment. The blades separated, then slid back together. Scissors. Small. Surgical steel.

Jackie laughed, half from fear and half from delirium. With the cloth, though, it was just another muffled sound. He couldn’t recognize his own voice. 

“I thought that might be necessary.” She steadied the scalpel over his forearm. “If you talk and distract me like last time, then—well, I won’t be precise. You can’t apply too much pressure when you want a clean cut.”

As she spoke, she slit the skin on his arm in one long, straight line. He couldn’t see it well. Only the red pooling up from the corner of his eye. He didn’t need to see it, though, because he could feel the metal and the blood, cool and wet on his arm. Whatever she drugged him with didn't stop the heady fog of pain. Tremors ran up and down his body.

She made a few more cuts to complete the section. There was a shape to it, right angles, perpendicular. The incisions started at his shoulder and descended all the way to his wrist.

Then she began to peel the skin off with her hands. She was staring straight at him while it ripped, slowly, from his muscle. Strings of tissue snapped and tore away with a low, delicate sound.

“We just started, Jackie,” she said. “Are you already crying?”

He was, even though he hadn’t noticed it. His sobs were muffled, anyway. Tears soaked the cloth and made his mouth taste of salt.

The skin was barely hanging onto him, now, and her tugging was meeting too much resistance, so she severed the last strips of it with the scissors. The wound was weeping blood all over her white coat.

She leaned forwards as she murmured to him. Her eyes were right above his. They were wide and bright. “I don’t actually need you to help me with my work. You must know that. On some level.”

Heather dragged the scalpel at an angle on his stomach. She didn’t care about making clean cuts anymore. The blade tore away with thin slivers of muscle as well as skin. Yellow-white fat and dark sinews glinted in the light.

“I don’t need to ask you about your pain and your symptoms and how you feel before and after. All I need is this—your body. I don’t have to let you sleep when you like and talk when you like. I can keep you tied to this table forever. I thought you knew that. Don’t you?”

He nodded. His head felt heavy. 

“And you still pulled that little stunt.” The scalpel was already buried underneath his skin. He screamed into the cloth when she shoved the blade deeper inside with a sudden lurch. “I was patient for three fucking days, but you don’t seem to have the basic mental capacity to stop while you’re ahead. I’m starting to believe you’re just too stupid to be grateful. What did you think would happen? Did you even have a plan?”

Jackie tried not to focus on what she was saying. His face was flushed, and his sobbing was making it hard to breathe through the… and then, she slid the scalpel out. It was difficult to focus on anything at all. He was losing a lot of blood. Black spots were blooming in his vision.

“Jackie. Look at me.” She forced his head upright again. “Are you ready to apologise?”

He was. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t bring his head up, or nod. It lolled back to the side when she let go.

Heather started cutting on his face. The skin was tearing away from bone now, not just muscle. “It doesn’t matter. You never mean it when you say you’re sorry.” Blood ran into his eyes. He blinked several times on impulse. His back tensed—she pushed him flat to the table with her free hand, digging into the exposed surfaces of his muscles. “I have to teach you a lesson the only way you’ll learn.”

He shuddered at the sudden contact. A spike of pain curled under her hand. She was probably right. There was a kind of hope that came from ignorance. It was an instinct that had to be crushed. Cut out of him. He shouldn’t have done it. Maybe he thought she would feel bad for him, or lose interest in all his miracles, or something like that, and she'd leave him be for a while. But that was kind of dumb. He didn’t know why he did it. He just wanted this to stop…

She was holding his face in her hand. What remained of his face, at least, smeared all over with scarlet. It looked like a mask—he caught sight of the holes where eyes used to be, and the crevasse that used to be his mouth. It was just his skin, though. It wasn’t that bad. 

“You aren’t unconscious, are you? Look up. Open your eyes. Good.” She set the tools down on the other table. The discards of skin went into a plastic bag. “The damage is superficial, so it shouldn’t take long to heal. I’ll return tomorrow. We'll see how sorry you feel then.”

A whole day. A whole day to wait, immobile, still bleeding. His body was searing all over. Every little twitch sent another jolt of pain through his flesh. He wished he could have that drugged sleep now. The room was whirling all around him. All the colours were bright and glittering.

Heather took her gloves off, one after the other. She gave him one last glance. He had to look terrible. She had a certain expression on her face. 

And then she was walking away. The door closed, the lights went out, and he was left alone in the dark.

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Of course, Jackie would behave after this :) I actually don’t think it would have a permanent effect on his behaviour, though. Jackie has a bad memory and he’s a people-pleaser by nature, so he would forgive and forget anything. It’s the same way he got over his isolation in the canon plot. That’s how he keeps himself sane, after all.

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[donaviolet]

Friendship is the most special thing in the world because no award could be give me bigger happiness than jumping around in my room and smiling because my pookie asked me if I wanted to match pfps

[autism-corner]

waugh im finally cleaning my room aka rearranging some stuff and i can finally make a somewhat proper figure display YIPPEEE

[axellis]

good morning im politely requesting people look at my post abt how the ancients see each other

under the cut some closeups + a ton of additional thoughts

hollyberry + golden cheese are also part of the crew of 'thinking pv is a bit naive', but he's also the most emotionally intelligent out of all of them and incredibly empathetic and thats something they both respect a whole lot .

dark cacao on the flipside can see how much of a mental toll being empathetic can be

white lily seems to have the most "whole" thought of pv - which would make sense, she's been with him the longest and has seen every facet that is pv. but even still her worries that he's too trusting of her are eating away at her thoughts- as such a pv shapeshifter made of her subconscious Would be way more naive .

in my head white lily's pv would be the last shapeshifter and in order to tell the difference between them white lily would ask if he ever doubted her . the real pv would say that he definitely struggled and had been lost and confused- but ultimately trusts her above all else . vs the shapeshifter who would just say "no I'd never doubt you" .

i didnt have room for it but i think dark cacao also recognizes hollyberrys seriousness . if you get drunk with someone enough times you'll start to piece together the really vulnerable moments you had with eachother . i think hollyberry and dark cacao have the closest relationship and im not saying this because im in love with both of them

golden cheese has a bit of a recollection issue and you can see that with hollyberry + cacao the most. golden cheese reminisces a Lot and that affects how she remembers the othera . hollyberrys is a bit of a trickier thing but in this instance golden cheese doesnt remember the braids. she knows hollyberry has a different outfit than before but doesn't pay it much mind

you might have noticed the pattern at this point of pure vanilla having a bit of a cutesy interpretation of all the ancients. he loves his friends so much that he has a bit of a harder time being critical of them. he thinks dark cacaos seriousness/grumpiness is endearing. to be honest its partly an inverse of shadow milks interpretation of the ancients (simple and positive vs simple and negative) but that wasnt entirely intentional. just interesting to notate now that im thinking of it

hollyberrys dark cacao is a bit of an inverse also to what i was talking about with dark cacaos hollyberry . shes seen the sweeter more heartfelt side of dark cacao and that shines through to her

if it wasnt for the outfit + hair, golden cheese's dark cacao would have probably been the last shape shifter standing

and i will stand by the dragon cacao headcanon till the day i die

golden cheese's was fun to think about bc of the little details that are different between the different shapeshifters- specifically in the neck area (bc thays the only portion you guys get to see) . dark cacaos is a bit more of a hanbok style, white lily has a turtleneck thing kind of happening, etc etc. i think pure vanilla has the most accurate idea of what she looks like .

i think white lilys interestingly enough would be the last one standing because i honestly dont think her golden cheese would even be talking with her :(( so we'd only really find out the difference when white lily's gc is forced to talk to her . white lily thinks that gc hates her and wants her gone but golden cheese's feelings are wayy wayyy more complicated. golden cheese doesn't want white lily gone she Is glad that she's back but its also hard. everything she loves is gone right now . but she's going to find a way to get it back- and if white lily can help than maybe that'll rekindle their relationship.

the cuteification beam still reaches for white lily despite how much pv knows her . i doubt this would help with white lilys feelings that pv is being naive bc shes looking at a shapeshifter based off of pvs subconscious and that subconscious is showing so mucy nostalgia it probably hurts

hollyberry in the past probably really babied white lily + pure vanilla because she Knows theyre not eating . shes observant as hell and will always demand they have at least one bite of something in order to figure out if they're Really "not hungry".

the last one would probably land on golden cheese's bc again . her feelings are complicated and as such her subconscious would showcase that multifaceted issue of "knowing this is your friend and also knowing your friend is responsible for your kingdoms destruction".

[laelelinae]

please do twin dad!kuroo hcs

Have a good day/night

Twin dad Kuroo HC!

Not proof read!

HUHUHU I LOVE THIS!! GONNA MAKE A LITTLE BONUS!

Working on the rest of your requests soon💞💞

when he first found out your pregnant (you surprised him) he literally flew out from the sofa like IT WAS SO FUNNY

Literally started celebrating and jumping around hugging you,spinning you around 😭

LMFAO PROBABLY TOLD KENMA AND KENMA WAS LIKE “oh so you did the taco and burrito” (ykyk. 😣)

He surely went to pregnancy checkups,did your cravings together,always service you and just comforts you when your sick🫶🏻

But the thing is..he noticed your belly was WAYY bigger then how normal pregnancy bellies

Soo..when one of the checkups..

“Congrats ma’am ,you have twins”

His jaw DROPPED to the GROUND!!

He was literally jumping around like a literal rabbit ,telling everyone.

After knowing is twins instead of one child ,probably went more intense caring about you.

Soo..during the gender reveal party..well iconic,it was a cake

Kenma was holding his laugh in for some reason (docs told Kenma about the gender)

Honestly kuroo didn’t mind any gender in general ,is his and yours kid. He would just love them to death.

And..when you cut the cake..it was pinks AND blue?!

Boy,Kenma laughed like a monkey💀and he said

“Is a boy and a girl”

KUROO FUCKING FLEW OUT OF HAPPINESS ONG.

..okay after months of literal hell,you gave birth and Kuroo was holding his shit in to not cry.

. . . .

After a few years,your kids are 5 years old now!

And the boy surely was more attached to you yet he loves his dad,and the girl surely was attached to Kuroo more

Kuroo has tea parties and dresses up as a princess with your daughter AWWW!😭🫶🏻🫶🏻

He probably plays volleyball with your son,sometimes your daughter if she’s willing to.

Doesn’t have favorite,loves both equally a LOT.

Spoils the kids so much you lecture Kuroo about it

They have their own room with their favorite color (kuroo took HOURS to decorate them and make them good)

Brings the two to get ice cream often😭

Probably brings them to parks and his friends volleyball matches

His friends loves them :) (not the Drake way)

ESPECIALLY HINATA AND KENMA(SURPRISINGLY?!)

Made your kids called Kenma their uncle!! (Lowkey Kenma felt proud)

Honestly didn’t want to watch the kids grow up,he loved them running around the house.

OH YEAH!! The girls first word was papa and the boy was “mama” LMFAO

Always gives the best surprise to your kids,your kids loves your dad and Kuroo loves them too <333

BUTT when they were teenagers !! (13)

The type to say “no girlfriends or boyfriends till your 30”

“Dad,what the hell” THATS ALL HE GOT IN RESPOND

The type to also say “back in my days!!😔”

Whenever your not home,probably eats the most unhealthiest shit ever with them

Probably owns a “best dad ever shirt” AND A FUCKING MUG

The type to make dad jokes 👎

Probably tells his son about his teenage years in secret since his daughter probably does not gaf

Your son is probably more calm and mature but has a silly side and your daughter has a more bold and silly girl in general yk?

Leaves the daughter to you once she hits puberty yk? Girls girls <3

Probably practice volleyball with the two often!

Whenever Kuroo brought some stuff home from groceries and your kids try them and say like “oh ! This js pretty good dad!”

Next day,he buys PACKS of them 💀

When you guys were just all in the living room together he randomly mentioned how hard it was to ask you out on the date

And your daughter went like “of course dad,your a literal loser and mom is a literal goddess”

Your son calmly agreed 💀

He was SO OFFENDED!!

He would still pick them up even when they are in middle school,he sometimes would drive them to school!

Probably might not be the most emotional support father but he tries his best! <3

Literally would beat up that person if they ever make fun of your kid 💀

Goes on morning runs with your son whenever he can

Your kid still love their “uncle” kenma LMFAO

And your so glad kuroo gets along really well with your kids <3

Oh god you just love them 😭

[wimble-warcrime]

been watching wayy too many bushcraft stuff and wilderness survival competition tv shows, so im inspired first COD fic, but i've read too many not to contribute at this point

-bushcrafter!simon riley who is not normal about anything, lets be real here. he spends 6 months deployed in bumfuck-nowhere roughing it with the boys, only to return his own little piece of land in the middle of civilized bumfuck-nowhere. he bought the property after a night of too many drinks and decided in his drunken stupor that he had no need for people or pagentry. and he was right

-he sells most of his earthly possesions, putting whatever he can't (or won't) sell into a storage container he hauls up to the property. at first, with his military training and field experience, he gets by on the bare bones while he figures his shit out. this isn't some survival expedition with a clear goal--he's going full wildman, living in the woods like this. the only address he has is a p.o. box at the closest town's post office. it's a bit of a pain getting down there, so he goes only when he's visiting the local hardware stores--he becomes a familiar (albeit masked) face with the locals

-his set up is pretty swanky after a good few months in the wilds on leave. he may or may not have (but he'll never admit to it) scrolled on pinterest for a wee while looking at what the bushcraft and survivalist lads were building for some inspiration, but at the ends, he's mighty proud of his little cabin in the woods. each time he comes back from deployment, he adds more to it, eventually expanding it to have a sort of functioning toilet and shower, a little woodstove and a relatively comfortable bed.

-one day after a particularly grueling mission, he decides to see just how far he can take it. he's been hunting for his game and gets a box of the community garden vegetables delivered to his driveway every week, but he wants more of a challenge. so he starts gardening. ever one for a flare of drama, simon starts using the bones of his kills to turn into some half-decent knives and other tools. and as much fun as it is, doing his dooms-day prepping shit (as price has lovingly called it) he won't admit he's lonely

-gets a rescue dog called lucky--lucky only has three legs and one working ear, but the mutt is so darn cute he has to bring the poor beastie home.

-the pretty bird who volunteers at the animal shelter is also cute, and lucky has grown on you. you're weary to part ways with the dog, but the masked man and his terrible flirting are endearing enough to smooth over the comfort. after he leaves, you're naturally curious about just who that man was. you hear around the town that he's a recluse who lives in the mountains like a caveman (he for sure could pull off a loin cloth with those hips of his) and that he gets the local garden delivery box every week

-so you do as any rational human would with that information and sign up to volunteer with the garden center. they let you deliver boxes after a few weeks of consistent effort, and when you're manager hands you the list of addresses, she makes it very clear that on box in particular is to be left at the drive way and that's it. he doesn't like people nosing around

-you save his delivery for last, driving up the 'drive way' to the edge of the woods and no further. like the foolish girl you are, you get out of the car and start hiking into the woods to deliver this man his vegetables. halfway, you find lucky running about, the mutt so excited to see his favourite human he almost vibrates right out of his skin he happily leads you to his new home, where the man you hoped to find is chopping wood out front. shirtless.

-you're content to salivate over this mans physique but lucky is determined to share his excitement with his second favourite human and announces your presence by barking.

-simon is silently thrilled you're here. ever since he met you when he adopted lucky all those weeks ago, he's been working up the courage to go back and befriend you. only problem is, simon is not normal about anything, so he instead starts fancying up his house in the hopes that you might see it one day. he told himself it was a delusion to think you'd just appear without any effort on his part. but luckily for him, you're not normal about anything either.

-you get the grand tour of the place, making a few remarks on the garden out front and the adorable little wood stove in his house ("My grandma had one of these in her house, she used to cook with me on it all the time. my apartment isn't exactly equipped for one, but i've always wanted one anyways"). when you see his bed, you can't help but sit down on it, needing to know if it's a comfy and sturdy as it looks (def not imaging why it would need to be sturdy--you're a big girly, furniture needs to handle all that extra fluff if you're using it) it is exactly as comfy as you thought it would be, lying back against the hand-me-down quilt and closing your eyes

-you make a comment about how many animal pelt are in the bed, praising simon's expert preservation of the furs and off-handedly remarking how you always wanted to learn how to hunt. when you look up at him from his bed, raking your eyes over his giant frame standing there with barely contained lust? well, let's just say he's ruminating on how big the newest addition has to be for a nursery

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this is just a drabble, but my panties get wet at the idea of a wild, forest-dwelling man sweeping me off my feet and away from civilization to go live with him in his little hut in the woods. im the type of delulu that would HAPPILY be a bare foot and pregnant wifey living with my half feral man who worships me daily and lives to please me

did i maybe ready waayyy too man werewolf romance stories as a tween? why yes, yes i did. it altered my brain chemistry in a way you guys just wouldn't understand, but i cannot be normal about relationships anymore and it's a problem

ANYWAYZZZ hope you enjoyed, cause i know i did ;)

[bottledkriegmen]

ZERO DAY HEADCANONS!! >O<

xoxo @calcyum helped me write some of these go look at his art its so yummy!! literally the loml MWAH

☆ Cal tells white little harmless lies like, all the time. He doesn't mean to, it just happens

⋆ Example, he says he doesn't like ice cream but he can and will absolutely destroy an entire tub of chocolate icecream in a heartbeat

☆ Andre burned the shirt he got called a faggot in the bonfire before Zero Day.

☆ Cal's half Russian, his bio dad lives in the European half of Russia.

☆ They both call Mel, "Mel Bell" or "Melanie Bellanie"

☆ Andre played softball when he was little.

⋆ He quit because he got hit really hard in the head by a bat.

☆ Cal's a total metalhead. He has a ton of diff band tee's, but he's never gone to a concert.

☆ Andre has especially sharp canines!! (Feeding into Dogdre propaganda/j)

☆ Cal is a chronic doodler. If he and Andre are sitting next to eachother and Cal has a pen or sharpie in his grasp, Andres getting a whole SLEEVE of silly little doodles all over his arm.

⋆ he's also a stick n poke master, he's got little tatoos littering his ankles.

☆ Andre is a left handed shooter, right handed writer..... Cal is the opposite.

☆ Andre is a polyglot!! He forgets words in English and has to try to convey what he's trying to say to Cal in literally any other language he can think of. (Never works.)

⋆ This makes him so unbelievably mad.

☆ Cal watched Duckman growing up.

⋆ He introduced it to his siblings and they used to all watch it together!! TRUST!!

☆ Andre watched M*A*S*H growing up...

☆ Cal knows how to play a few diff instruments, other than a guitar and sitar.

⋆ Violin, piano, trumpet, all that good stuff.

☆ There's definitely a few holes in the basement walls of Andre’s house. He'll swear it wasn't him. (It was.)

☆ Cal is very awkward with love in general. He'd be an... okay boyfriend, but he would NOT pay enough attention to his partner because he'd be too busy hanging out with Andre.

☆ Andre 100% grew up on older fashioned values with new fashioned eyes iykwim. He'd treat his partner with the utmost respect, but he'd also have the same problem as Cal. He wouldn't pay much attention to them.

☆ (A personal fave) Cal and Andre have matching dog tags!

⋆ Before their final scene in Zero Day, Cal and Andre decided to switch dog tags with eachother. (fags..)

☆ Andre got a little teddy bear as a birthday present when he was itty bitty, and kept it. He's wayy to embarrassed to show anybody.

⋆ Cal found it one day and Andre nearly lost his shit.

☆ Cal often meows or hums in response when talking to Rachel or Andre when he doesn't feel like actually speaking.

☆ Stealing this from another post (I can't find creds rn i am SO sorry), Cal's siblings absolutely love Andre. He's like their other older brother.

⋆ Andre loves them just the same, he's such a good big brother. :(

☆ Cal's sister paints both Cal's and Andre’s nails, and makes them attend her tea parties with her stuffed animals.

☆ Mel follows Andre around the house wherever he goes. There's literally not a second when she's not behind him.

⋆ She gets jealous of Cal whenever he's too close to Andre.

☆ Andre and Cal share a bed everytime they spend the night with eachother.

⋆ They totally spoon but like hell they'd ever admit that.

these were so fun to write guys ty again ml MWAUGHH

[eeulysian]

hm enough smut for today, i kinda got tired of it.. sigh, maybe i ate too much. anyhoo, what do u feel about [insert charac] x shy!reader? ^_^ lllike imagine chRCter being all extrovert, party addict, and fun then there's this little lost zoul clinging on the charactwr's arm TT it's be such a cute relationship i swear.

idk what character that would be fit for this role...

reader being shy and possessive after the party (overthinks a lot as well.. im not romanticizing that btw) AKSJDHJEBDHEHEJWHEHU——

“you were talking to them the whole time, u shouldn't have brought me here with u.. they didn't need me there anyway,” tsk. tsk. character ends up cimforting and doing whatever reader wants becuz they neglected them wayy.. too much. (if this even makes sense, im half asleep writing this)🦈🦈🦈🦈 ermm.. im not requesting a fic btw! ur free to make it into one tho. :D

I LOVE THIS TROPE SOO MUCH. its one of my favourite tropes. its like, in terms of animal tropes, it would be golden retriever x black cat. the characters i have in mind for this areeee.... topaz, serval, bai yi, beidou, elysia and kafka. i think all of them would definitely be a perfect fit for this kind of trope. not a fic but just a little short imagine!!

forced to be invited to this rich kid's mansion party by college gf!(char) because she wants to taste the drinks there, eat the food and have fun with other people. you kept refusing at first, because your introverted ass cannot handle crowds. you'd look like a small, crying kitten in the midst of the crowd. you know you'd be pushed here and there, hearing crazy screams and shouting, with rave music in the background and you hated it. in the end, you gave in and was dragged to the mansion by (char). in there was so many people, chatting, laughing, having fun and dancing to the music. (char) saw a friend and ran after them, forgetting you were there with her. 30 minutes passed, you were standing in a corner, a little further from the crowd and you started getting anxious, wondering where she is and why she just left you like that. you decided to just swarm and squiggle into the crowd to find her, feeling your social battery get drained even more. and you spotted her talking with her friend, because her hair color just stood out alot. you ran after her and shyly hugged her from behind, trying to silently tell her that she forgot about you and that you're still here. she flinched a little, but knowing it was you, she gave you an apologetic smile and told her friend that you're her girlfriend in case they were confused.

"y/n, i'm sorry i accidentally left you behind. it wont happen again, i promise", she told you, but you still felt a little insecure that she just... left you like that for a friend. "no it's fine, maybe i shouldn't have been here anyways if i wasn't so important. i don't like parties anyways." you blurted out. she noticed you looked and even sounded sad from that tone, she knew she was going to have to make it up to you with hugs, kisses and snacks when you two get home tonight. she apologizes once again, and tells her friend that she'll be going home earlier to avert her attention more to you. she feels guilty, but she knows you meant no harm and you can't help feeling like that. but she just loves taking care of you and reassuring you anyways, no matter if you guys have huge differences, contrasts and are considered total opposites by others. they say opposites attracts anyways 🤭

[anas-aspiration]

A fic where the reader has a crush on Carl but he is with Enid, but the reader keeps pursueing him and finally he gaves in, Carl and the reader have an affair (some smut occurs) Enid finds out about it, she and Carl have an bad argument and at the end they break up and Carl is happy with the reader :)

Bell

warnings: smut, vaginal sex, cheating, angst, fluff, not proofread, got tired at the end, edited 1721 words

The air was too warm for this time of night. You tossed and turned in your bed trying to locate a comfortable spot to fall asleep in. But it seemed impossible at this point. You sighed in defeat and got up, snuck in your slippers, and headed out of your house to go bother Carl, who usually stayed up around this time.

You would’ve thought to slip into something other than pajamas but you were far to lazy. And you had to admit that you wanted Carl to see you in this white brandy Melville intimates set. Even though he had a girlfriend, Enid, you couldn’t care less about what they had going on. You aren’t selfish or narcissistic, you just like to get what you want, especially if what you want, gives you heart eyes every time you’re around him.

You approached his window, making sure to avoid the prickly weeds under his window that always cut your ankles, and knocked softly.

“Carl?” You whispered “Hellooo?”

It was silent for a few seconds. You began to wonder if he was at Enids house.

Then you heard the bathroom door open followed by footsteps.

“Carl open the window!” you exclaimed, raising your voice.

His footsteps approached the window before he spread the blinds and peaked through. He looked relaxed, towel hung around his waist indicating that he just got out of the shower. Your eyes trailed down in a swift motion, blush flooding your cheeks.

“Hey y/n, you wanna come in?” He began lifting the blinds and unlocking his window.

“Yeah but I don’t wanna bother you if your busy or anything”

“Oh no I’m not busy at all. I’m just gonna get into my pajamas real quick so” he walked to his drawer pulling out some clothes before disappearing back into his bathroom.

You climbed through his window and looked around his room to see what might be new. It seemed he got a few more additions to his pile of comics, by now it was at least a foot tall. You sifted through the one on top when something sticking out caught your eye. You went through the pages again and came across the polaroid he took of you a few months prior hidden in between pages.

You smiled to yourself, taken aback by the fact that he would keep it there as if it was important to him.

You turned to see him coming out of the bathroom in a fresh pajamas.

“Hey I didn’t know you kept this.” You lifted the picture for him to see before examining it again. “This was such a fun day, do you remember how much trouble we got in for sneaking back in the gates soaking wet”

“Yeah, that was mostly your fault too. If you didn’t push me in I wouldn’t have had to bring you down with me” he chuckled

“No! It’s your fault too because you kept swimming and” you hesitated for a second letting out an awkward laugh “yeah it’s both our faults”

He smiled as he sat next to you on the bed. It was quiet for a couple of seconds. He had noticed the way you paused after mentioning swimming. You remembered how that day in the polaroid went. You guys had found a pond outside Alexandria and swam around in your undergarments before you both got too close and ended up kissing. He had been with Enid for a couple weeks at that point.

“I know what you’re thinking about” you muttered

“I thought we weren’t going to mention or think of that moment ever again” he responded

“Yeah well..” you trailed off “I think it’s okay now that we’re wayy past it”

“You want to talk about it?” he made eye contact with you, his breathing deep.

“It couldn’t hurt” you shrugged ��Did you.. ever tell enid?”

“No..”

“You just forgot about it?”

“No.. I thought about it”

You noticed how his manner changed as he answered that.

“Do you still like- want it?” you asked referring to ‘it’ as the kiss

There was a loud moment of silence.

“Y/n.” he mumbled

“You do?” you realized that the whole time you guys were pretending nothing happened, nothing changed. The feelings were still there, maybe even growing.

He stayed silent looking down.

“Then kiss me”

“Y/n we can’t-“

“Yes we can. Don’t let Enid stop you from having this.. we made no progress whatsoever trying to forget.” you scooted closer to him

You kissed in rhythm, it felt like everything was falling into place all at once. Completely in bliss you crawled on top of his lap deepening the kiss, the hot air now filling you with energy.

He grabbed the strap of your tank and slowly dragged it down your shoulder.

In response you broke apart and lifted the shirt off your body, your chest now completely bear. You looked at him, hair disheveled and pupils dilated.

“Are you sure-“

“Whatever you were about to ask, yes I’m so sure just please”

He leaned in for a more demanding kiss like he was finally sure he really wanted you. You moved your hands down to untie the strings of his pajama bottoms while he kissed down your chest.

After a moment more, both of you were completely undressed , you were beneath him and his hand was snaking down your body. Shivers followed close behind his touch.

Once he reached your inner thigh he began tracing his fingers around your soft skin, knowing it would make you impatient.

“Carl..”

“I know.. don’t rush this”

After a few more seconds of him massaging your thighs, softly, he lined himself up with you.

“You ready f’me?”

“yeah” you whimpered softly

“Try not to make to much sound kay?” He said as he slowly slid into you

You choked out a small moan trying to comply.

“God your perfect” he said planting kisses down your jawline

He thrusted into you at the perfect pace, lewd sounds filling the air. He pleasured you almost effortlessly, yet hit every spot that had your eyes rolling back.

You were both stuck in a state of euphoria, the only thing you could think about was how pretty his hair fell in this position and how perfectly he filled you. It was all overwhelming you turned your face into the pillow, feeling him hit your sweet spot.

“Fuck, y/n don’t be shy” he said slightly panting

You smiled to yourself, turning back, and pulled him in for a sharp kiss.

“I’m close” you said feeling time slow

“Mm not yet” he cooed

You were a little taken aback by him delaying your orgasm but knew it was more of a turn on.

You agreed but found yourself subconsciously moving your hips in a circular motion chasing the orgasm.

You felt yourself tighten around him and before you knew it you felt the shockwaves of your orgasm. Your vision blurred and your breath became heavy. You rode it out only realizing about mid-through that Carl came too.

You relaxed as he pulled out, now feeling a small ache.

You heard him go into the bathroom and fetch something. Once he returned you felt a warm wet towel graze your stomach.

“Hold still”

The gesture warmed your heart as you sat up to see him with a cute concentrated look on his face.

Once he disappeared back into the bathroom you re-dressed yourself and turned on the fan laying on his desk.

He came back in and planted a kiss on your forehead, intwining your fingers together.

“Do you want something to eat? Then we can talk”

“Yeah do you have ramen?”

“Yeah I’ll be right back”

You sat wondering if you guys were gonna have to stay a secret or if he was gonna tell Enid. You would hate to be secretive but telling Enid would definitely be hell. Would she freak out on you or-

“Y/n?” Enid crowed

You whipped your head around toward the window. Your thoughts were racing between what the fuck and what do I say.

“Enid! Wow Hi, uh…wow”

She smiled awkwardly, eyes tracing the room.

“What are you doing here? Is Carl home? Does he know your here?”

“Um. Well yeah he knows I’m here he’s just in the kitchen getting food for us.. we were just-“

“I think I’ll just ask him” she interrupted, climbing in the window and walking out into the hallway.

You felt stiff and suffocated. Thinking about what Enid might do is easier than living through it.

You stood up, hearing their footsteps near the room.

“Y/n what were you doing here again?” She asked squinting her eyes

“I told you we-“

“No Carl I’m asking her”

You looked to Carl not knowing what to say. You could tell she was testing you.

“I just got here and asked for food.. why are you so worried? Jesus.” You said, trying your best to sound nonchalant

“I’m not worried. Carl just said you guys were about to call it a night because you’ve been reading comics since 6.”

Your mouth fell slightly open. You wanted to say something but didn’t know what

“You guys are together aren’t you”

You both stayed silent. You wanted to deny but knew you couldn’t.

“Forget it, you an asshole Carl” she said, leaving through the window

“No Enid wait” as soon as she was outside he followed her

You just stood their frozen. Your mind was wandering, hearing their muffled fighting outside. You decided you just wanted to go home.

You tried walking past their scene with no notice but failed.

“Y/n go to hell” Enid snapped

“You first” you said rolling your eyes

Carl grabbed onto your wrist to stop you from walking any further.

“Okay just wait. Stay. Please”

“Wow you guys make me sick” Enid said continuing to walk home

Later you and Carl snuggled up in his bed, exhausted from the past two hours, and the long talk you guys had about what you are now.

“Y/n?”

“Hm?”

“I love you. I’ve known way before the lake thing. I’m sorry I dragged it out so long without telling you” he said lightly dragging his fingers over your hairline.

“I love you too”

A/N!!!

I am so sorry this took so long😭😭 I’ve never had writers block b4 and now I have 5 other versions of this sitting in my notes app but YOLOO. And I literally tried to keep it short but it never works

[fbpsdumbtklblog]

the world needs more lightbrush fics so i made another one for yall :] (saying that as if this wasnt purely self-indulgent lol)

put this one on ao3 too!

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A Fun Discovery

(HOW TF DO YOU NAME FICS LMAO)

post s3/2 ii tickle fic

lee: paintbrush

ler: lightbulb

summary: paintbrush realizes they dont even know if theyre ticklish or not, and lightbulb helps them find out

word count: 605

“..And so we’re all just sitting by the beach right,” Paintbrush explained, grabbing their drink from the bedside table. “Bot and Goo start having a tickle fight, but none of us are paying that much attention to them.” They took a sip of their drink before continuing.

“And then for some reason Silver just starts sayin’ like- ‘Ohh I bet Painty’s so ticklish!’. And then I just kinda look at him weird, y’know cuz why would he say that?”

Lightbulb laughed a bit in response. “Well are you?”

“Hm?”

“Are you ticklish?”

“Uhhhh…” Paintbrush set their cup back down, resting their cheek in their palm as they thought over the question. “I don't.. Think so?”

Lightbulb raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “Wait really? Not even a little bit??”

Paintbrush shrugged. “I dunno- I guess I could be? Kinda doubt it tho”

“No wayy, you? Not ticklish? I ain’t buyin’ it.” Lightbulb stated.

Paintbrush snickered a little, tilting their head to the side. “Pff- What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You seem like you would be !” Lightbulb responded. An idea suddenly popped into her head. “..Can I test it?”

Paintbrush paused for a moment, a little surprised at the bluntness of her question. “Uhh… I guess so? Sure?” They agreed, an awkward smile on their face.

Lightbulb’s expression lit up as she was actually given permission, immediately scooting closer to Paintbrush. “Alrighty, let’s see here..” She lifted their arm up and began poking around at their stomach.

Paintbrush flinched and let out a loud squeak as soon as Lightbulb’s hand made contact, reflexively smacking her hand away. The two of them froze for a moment, both surprised by the reaction. A huge grin slowly formed on Lightbulb’s face at this new discovery. “Oh!! So you are!”

“..Uhh-” Paintbrush glanced away, feeling their face heating up. They barely had time to respond before Lightbulb continued tickling them, lightly scribbling her fingers over their sides. “W-Wait! Lightbulb!” Paintbrush blurted out as they fell into a fit of squeaks and laughter.

“I was right!” Lightbulb exclaimed, laughing with them. She shifted to be more on top of them, aimlessly poking and scribbling all over their torso. Paintbrush buried their face in their hands and started kicking their legs against the bed. They could barely form a coherent thought in that moment, let alone say anything- They had never been tickled before! How were they even supposed to react?

Lightbulb smiled brightly as she listened to Paintbrush’s loud and hiccupy laughter, the sound alone filling her with joy. “Omga, you’re even more ticklish than I thought you’d be!”

Paintbrush melted a little at her touch, sinking down into the bed. They were kinda paralyzed there for a few moments before moving a hand down to push Lightbulb’s away.

Lightbulb chuckled fondly at them, deciding to go ahead and let them go. She pulled her hands away from Paintbrush, moving back to where she’d been sitting previously. She smirked down at them as she watched them try to regain their composure. Paintbrush laid there breathing heavily, a huge wobbly smile on their face. “What the fuck..” They mumbled as they pushed themself back upwards.

“Sooo, how was that?” Lightbulb asked them teasingly. Paintbrush held their cheek in their palm, too embarrassed to look at her. “Ah- It.. it was…. Nice..? I guess..?” They responded quietly.

Lightbulb smiled more at that, feeling super happy that they’d been enjoying themself there. Paintbrush grabbed their drink and took a few more sips, taking a few moments to recover.

“..I’m just kind of upset that Silver was right.” Paintbrush stated, causing Lightbulb to burst out laughing.

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doodle :D

[pjblob]

OC time! Prolly a bit early considering I made this tumblr alive again like a week ago but yk what i dont care.

Meet my PJ Masks OC Kitsu! To be honest, she was my first OC ever made… back then I was still trying to find a nice art style and I was too shy to make OCs. But yeah I saw other people making OCs so i was like “yo why not try it myself!”, so i made her back in 2017? 2018? Somewhere during season 3 of the show. She has gotten so many redesigns, but i’m pretty chill with this one for now :]

Her personality:

She is cunning and mischievous, always trying to find new ways of entertaining herself. She’s sharp-witted and a quick thinker, but can make very stupid decisions sometimes, especially when she’s full of herself. She normally can’t take criticism and will most likely take it as a joke, if not insult you back. She does love to tease people, trying to push them to their limits for the soul purpose of entertainment. She rarely takes anybody seriously, which is why she sees herself as higher than others. But below that, she’s very loyal and does care for the people she trusts the most.

She doesn’t know what her purpose is in this world, so she tries to just make the best of her experience by doing anything she wants. And the best way to do that is by causing conflict between everyone else. She’s not on anyone’s side really,, She will change sides depending on how fun it’ll be for her. Which does make her quite lonely at times. girly just needs some friends 😭😭💔

So her powers:

Kitsu has shape shifting powers, can take the form of anyone and anything she wants, but won’t inherit the powers of the one who’s trying to mimic. She can hold the form for as long as she likes. Her second power is Agility. She’s quite fast, can climb easily and dodge with no problem.

Now her backstory:

It’s pretty hard to talk about her backstory, because it’s very similar to munki-gu. Again, she was created wayy before him and it just so happened that the writers came up with the same idea. So I was kinda forced to change it 🥲

So in her verse, before mystery mountain was a floating island above the city, it was a part of a different universe. The mountain was on a land, where there was a village protected by 4 mountains, all on different sides of the land. The Dragon mountain of the East, the Vermilion Bird mountain of the South, the White Tiger mountain of the West and the Turtle mountain of the North(yes this is a reference to the four symbols, look it up). In the middle of these mountains was a town, which was protected by these mountains. An Yu lived on the dragon mountain. Since she was born of the “dragon blood”, she would be trained to become the protector of the mountain. (yes i have made designs for the other protectors too >:3)

There were loads of magical creatures living amongst the humans, most of which were harmful to them. So An Yu’s ancestors, having so much power and control, decided it would be best to imprison the creatures to prevent further harm. (hence why Munki-gu was imprisoned too) Kitsune’s were a big harm to society however, that their magical box prisons weren’t enough, considering they could shapeshift. So they decided to exterminate them all. An Yu witnessing all of it, decided to secretly save just one (that being Kitsu).

Years later, there was a war between the mountain guardians and ninjas, who wanted to steal their powers (I thought Night ninja and his ninjalinos could be descendants of them). It ended up in the universe getting completely destroyed, with An Yu having to sacrifice herself to save her mountain, getting imprisoned in the gong as a result. An Yu, after getting rescued, still held the burden of her ancestors imprisoning Kitsu’s species, so ashamed of their past actions, that she never tried to set Kitsu free. She was too scared to confront her, since she thought her and other magical creatures would rise against her and blame her for everything.

A few days after the PJ Masks rescue An Yu in the show, one day, they decide to give her a visit. While An Yu was showing the PJs around the pagoda, Catboy becomes a bit too curious and finds the box where Kitsu was imprisoned, accidentally letting her out in the process. When Kitsu was set free, she needed to give herself a new physical form, so she chose to mimic the first person to let her out, that being Catboy. But since she can only mimic the physical appearance of someone and not their powers, her “PJ Mask” suit didn’t include an animal symbol on her chest. Her suit can still light up when using her own powers though. Finally let out, she fled into the city, until she was ready to start causing mischief. After that, An Yu forbid the PJs from entering the mountain for a while, but still blaming herself for letting her guard down and letting Kitsu free.

so that’s what I have so far, the rest will be decided with time since the show is episodic annd literally anything can happen xd

hope u enjoyed reading this paragraph 🫶🫶ndhdhdhjd

[assortedvillainvault]

thanks for the lovely response!! originally, i rediscovered your account by searching pitch black x reader, so I was wondering if you'd write for him?? How about a pitch who used to terrorize and the scare the living hell out of the reader 🤣 (all in good, fun banter of course!!) And the reader eventually grows used to him and ends up loving his company, but-

one day, out of the blue he just up and disappears! Just like that. The reader gets worried, and it turns out he did it because he thought it would be for the readers own good, because in the end, she's still human. she would still end up passing wayy before him. Now that I think abt it, it sounds a lot like it's more for him than her, actually?? Anyways. Jack frost ends up getting involved somehow and finds out about this, goes to confront pitch who's an absolute miserable mess, and one thing leads to another, and Jack's comment of "wow you're afraid," triggers him somehow and he goes to face the reader who's angry at him, rightfully so, and they make up??

It could be in hcs or whatever format which would be most comfortable for u. Of course, I realize this is a very demanding and long request, so u obviously don't have to do it if it hinders you in any way!! Once again, love you and your writing ❤️❤️ wish you the best

I do indeed write for Pitch! I love this stupid lanky bastard- mostly because you know that behind every interaction there is a 3 part act and a soliloquy of desperation because he lives in a cave and can���t even touch grass without getting weird about it.

Pitch x Reader - Disappearing Act

Pitch you BASTARD.

You missed him so much it ached.

Years of your life he had spent dipping in and out of your nights, scaring the absolute piss out of you well into your twenties.

Slowly though, nightmares that had once been borderline torture became spooky weekly catch ups, his laugh leading you through mortal terror into something...not nice, but tolerable as you slept. You’d while away whole nights chatting, playing, stealing time, and now he just-!

You roll back onto your bed with a scowl, wiping your eyes harshly. He hadn’t shown up in weeks.

Ironically, your nightmares now revolve around his absence, or him being hurt nearby, his voice ringing out in pain through your subconscious maze - but no matter which way you turn you only get further away, your efforts fruitless.

You wake every time to find no trace of black sand, and it makes you want to cry and hit something.

Maybe the conveniently sheepish looking shadow on your bedroom floor, with a shit eating white haired child sat on his back, would be a good target.

“Pitch?! And, uh, who the fuck-”

The white haired child cheerfully waved his shepherd’s crook, and you felt a winter’s brisk breeze gleefully whiz around the room. “Hi! Name’s Jack Frost – nice to meet you – here on boogeyman special delivery service!” He gleefully bonked the staff down and froze Pitch’s arms to the ground with a crackle. Pitches voice ticked into the kind of strangled swearing you’ve only been able to manage when you accidentally got too mushy and turned his sand golden.

Jack skipped to his feet and dived for the window. “He’s got something he wants to saaaayyy!!! Bye bye!” Aaaaand he’s gone in a swirl of snowflakes.

You turn back to the scrabbling form of your longtime headache, still awkwardly stuck to the floor via his hands and forearms. Pitch caught your gaze for a second before turning away, mortified.

You sighed, sitting next to him. “Hello stranger. Been a while.” You plapped your hand on the ice, hissing at the cold as it began to melt a little faster. “...missed you.”

Pitch jerked around, golden eyes wide and oooh, was that guilt? That looked a lot like guilt, but you wouldn’t know given how he normally looked haughtily down at the world via his nose.

He chuckled humourlessly, biting out his answer. “...You shouldn’t.”

Ah. One of those bouts of self pity and needless flagellation was it? Well.

Luckily you’ve developed a longstanding tactic for such events.

You snorted and flopped elegantly on top of him, squishing him down and snuggling in even as he sputtered. “Well. I do. Despite your best efforts.” You poked him in his gaunt ribs, taking full advantage of the fact his hands are stuck to really snuggle in there as the room becomes swallowed in shadow. Good luck escaping with you in limpet mode, Pitch. You figured out ages ago he can’t teleport away if you’re holding onto him.

“C’mon, love.” You squeezed gently. “Talk to me.”

Pitch grumbled and sighed as though opening his mouth was tantamount to the world collapsing around his ears. Your weight on top of him always made his head go fuzzy, and you’re distractingly, stupidly warm.

You wait a little longer. The world doesn’t end when the words quietly come.

[somuchbetterthanthat]

A little Gwen&Alice with heaavy alice/sam, because I needed to write something after that last ep and tumblr ficlets are less intimidating than full fics.

In hindsight, hiding in the loo is dumb. Sam's making her dumb, which is aggravating and bothersome and does not horribly ache like it used to, before, in those last few weeks they'd stayed together in the same flat while Sam prepared his trip abroad. Alice's a Cool Girl. Cool girls don't hide in bathrooms because their best friend who just so happen to be their ex arrived to the office at the arm of another woman with the sparkly bubbly smile that screams I had such a good time this weekend Celia is awesome at sex.

Then again, Alice's pretty sure her Cool Girl's crown's been stolen the moment Celia walked in with those stupid donuts for the first time (and it is painful, in a way, that Celia is cool to hang around with; pretty and fun and chill and blessed with the same ability Sam has to be friendly with everyone she meets immediately).

Whatever; Alice's excellent at building new narratives and looking away to survive. She'll withstand having Sam back in her life and then feeling like she's loosing him all over again like a fucking champ -- but she has to admit, hiding in the loo was just not a good move, 'cause now she's got to not only deny her sad moody depressing feelings, but also the fact that Gwendolyn Bouchard is clearly weeping on the stall next to hers.

"Hey," she whispers, after three long minutes of wondering whether she wants to deal with this, then deciding it's the sort of night where she'd definitely rather think of someone else's problems than her own.

There's mouvement on her left, then a sharp exhale. "What?" hisses Gwen.

"Want to tell me what this is all about?" Alice asks, staring at the door.

"No," Gwen snaps. Then: "We're in a bathroom, Alice, for god's sake, do you have any sort of decorum--"

"Exactly!" Alice cuts her off. "We're in a bathroom. That's basically being in a confessional for us ladies, innit? Sure we're not drunk out of our heads at the club or whatever, but I think this qualifies all the same. Everything you'll say is sacred in here my dear. Any sin is between you, me, and those awful scratchy paper roll that we're always out of. Hope you've got an handkerchief ready, by the way."

It must strike a nerve, because Gwen stays silent for a good thirty seconds before she mutters: "Anyone could come in."

"Oh, please," Alice snorts. "We both know Lena's not human enough to have to use the loo and Celia's too busy getting lost into Sam's eyes, we're fine."

"Why do you say that?" Gwen asks, her tone suddenly more alert.

"...'Cause Celia is getting lost in Sam's eyes? I mean, I know you have your whole thing going on and you're wayy better than us now that you got that shiny promotion you wanted so much, but they've literally been building this whole sickening little office romance just in front of our noses for like, two months, surely you haven't missed that. Kinda surprised you haven't actually told them this was against regulations or whatever."

"No not Celia, I don't care about her, or whatever's going on with Sam (Lucky you, Alice thinks meanly, and has to bite her tongue very hard). I mean about Lena. Do you think she's --" Gwen stops, exhales shakily. "Now, that'd be ridiculous. Obviously. She's nothing like --"

Oh, Alice thinks. Oh, Gwendolyn. She wishes people would listen to her, when she says to look away. Sam and Gwen are similar that way, she notes. All too ready to dig themselves into messes that are much too big for them to take on.

"I was making a joke," she tells Gwen. "I do that, sometimes. Oh, not very often of course, you know me, all too serious for this sort of nonsense, but I have heard before that it can lighten the mood here and there--"

"God, you are unsufferable."

"Is that how you talk to your priest, Gwendolyn? Shame on you."

"I'm leaving now. This is all pointless, and we've got work to do anyway."

"Do we ever," Alice sighs.

"You've been here for like, twenty five minutes, by the way," Gwen adds. "If you want to keep pretending you're not the one mooning over Sam, you might want to come out soon."

[hollysoda]

Okay so I know that totk turned one year old a couple of days ago but I was away for the weekend and didn’t get a chance to post something about it. Now I’m home again, I think I wanna just put some thoughts down

Firstly, I still love totk. It was a really fun game and had just as much fun playing through it complete blind as I did playing botw with only a loose knowledge of the game. In fact, I enjoyed it more than botw. Maybe it was because I knew more about Zelda than what I did back in September 2022 when I first played botw, or maybe it was because I could see the improvements they made when it came to dungeons and overall exploration. For at least six months totk was my favourite zelda game. Now, a year on, it isn’t.

I think on reflection totk is a very flawed game. While it is technically genius, story-wise it’s incredibly weak, possibly the weakest in the entire franchise. Here are a few points worth mentioning:

Why bother bringing back Ganondorf if he isn’t going to have any real motive? Is there a reason why he’s fighting with Rauru and seeking his own secret stone, or is he just doing it for funsies? Part of the reason why Wind Waker Ganondorf is so good is because he has a strong and clear motive. Without any motive, totk Ganondorf just feels like an enemy rather than a main antagonist

The main thing that drives forward a story is a theme to take away from it. Breath of the Wild’s theme was exploration and lost memories, Skyward Sword’s theme was loyalty and/or devotion, but it’s hard to tell what totk’s theme is. Sacrifice could be the outstanding one, seeing as both Zelda and Rauru make crucial sacrifices for the sake of Hyrule, but where else is it seen in the story? Totk just tries too many things, and having a clear theme would just help to solidify things

For a game that was supposed to solve the mystery of who the Zonai were it sure did a poor job at doing so. I absolutely adore the Zonai and in my opinion Rauru and Mineru’s designs as some of the coolest in the entire franchise but my god. Their lore is so underdeveloped it hurts. We know the bare minimum about their civilisation and culture. We still don’t know why they died off, why they built the labyrinths (and by extension who the Lord of dragons/owls/boars are), why they have secret stones in the first place, why is the Temple of Time in the sky when it was originally on the ground and most importantly why is draconification a forbidden act. If you’re gonna imply that the three dragons introduced in botw were once people then tell us!! Totk deserved a dlc that could explain all of this and not leave us in the unknown

Saying that the Sheikah technology just “disappeared” is an absolutely awful way of saying “uh yeah we never thought about that”. That’s some god awful world-building and planning on the developers behalf. Even if they just said that after the Calamity it lost its magic and then parts of it were repurposed for new technology, like the Skyview towers, it would be so much more believable. The Divine Beasts should have at least been in the game somewhere, perhaps in the depths. The lack of Sheikah tech makes the game feel so disjointed from botw, and makes totk feel as though it’s only a sequel because it has the same characters in it

The ending of the game just doesn’t sit right with me. Why bother having Mineru beg Zelda not to swallow her secret stone if in the end she would be able to turn back into a human. I understand the developers want a happy ending but at least let there be consequences. Let Zelda’s memory be a bit hazy or give her dragon features like many artists have done and let Link permanently be an amputee

Also the Ancient Hero angers me. I’ve got no problems with him not being a hylian because honestly it makes it wayy more interesting knowing that not every hero was hylian, but just explain why. If he’s some sort of Zonai, why doesn’t he look like Rauru and Mineru? Is he some sort of hybrid or a different breed of Zonai? And why does the tapestry depict him as a hylian if he’s not? Seems like an oversight more than anything

I think I should stop there because this post is getting long but uh TL;DR totk could have been a phenomenal game if they spent more time planning out the storyline and fleshing out lore. I get it, the game was originally botw dlc, but after so many delays we at least deserved a better story.

I do still love this game though Tears of the Dragon goes HARD

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Hey, if it's okay, then may I please request a Gomez!master (missy) x reader. The reader has been kidnapped by Missy and someone they are working with. The person with missy tells them how when they're done with you that you will fall in love with the first person you see and how you will obey them. (Which they will make sure is missy) the person then knocks you unconscious and when you wake up you see missy, your new "programing" is activated.

anon I'm not gonna lie, I probably had wayy too much fun writing this than I should have, I literally sat down and didn't stop writing until the whole thing was complete. I hope you love it as much as I do <3

Side Effects Include (Missy/Gomez! Master x reader)

Warnings: kidnapping, drugging, the ending can be read as slightly suggestive

"What are you doing? Let go of me!"

You struggled against the restraints of the chair you were tied up in, glaring across the room at a person who you thought was your friend. Well, they were really more like a work friend than anything else, but that was besides the point.

"Sorry, I can't do that." They responded simply, shrugging some.

You rolled your eyes at their response, though your annoyance quickly switched over to fear when you heard another voice begin to talk from behind you.

"Now, now. Try not to get overexcited. I'd hate for you to hurt yourself."

Missy stepped out from behind you, walking around the chair in a slow, predatory fashion.

"You." Of course, you should've known she was the one behind this.

She chuckled at your reaction. "Yes, it's me. Aren't you so thrilled?"

"What am I doing here?" You asked with a slight growl as you fought once more against your restraints.

"None of that, now." Missy wagged her finger at you like you were a cat who was trying to chew on one of her houseplants. "You're here because- well, to be quite frank, I've found myself to be growing infatuated with you."

You narrowed your eyes, trying to figure out just what she meant by that. "You- what?"

She sighed in exasperation at your response. "I have feelings for you, dear. That's why I paid your little 'friend' here to kidnap you." She gestured to the other person who you'd forgotten was still in the room.

"Oh." You grumbled, shooting them a dirty look that they seemed to be pretty unfazed by.

"Come, now. Don't seem so disappointed." Missy said sternly. "There are worse things."

"Oh, yeah? Like what?" You retorted snarkily. Big mistake.

She clenched her jaw, her nostrils flaring in anger. "I've tried to be reasonable here. But it seems as though you're leaving me with no choice." Turning, she spoke to your 'friend'. "Let me know when the procedure is complete."

They nodded in understanding as Missy left the room. As they turned to face away from you, you noticed a fairly large table with a bunch of test tubes and glass vials that you hadn't seen before.

They started mixing something, though what, exactly, you couldn't be sure. You gulped, getting the sense that maybe getting an attitude with such a formidable force like Missy wasn't the best idea.

Your so called friend turned, holding up a strange looking flower, one that you could only assume was from some kind of alien planet. "Do you know what this is?"

"Of course I do. It's obviously a hat," you responded with sarcastically.

They kept on as if you hadn't spoken. "This is a very rare strain of flower that contains the chemical compotents required to cause someone to experience a very intense romantic attraction towards someone else."

Letting out an irritated sigh upon seeing your confusion, they rephrased their previous sentence. "It can be used to create love potions. The strength of said potion depends fully on how much of it is added.

"A few petals would make the subject have a slight crush, whereas the whole thing creates a world for them where nothing matters except for their love. They'll do anything that's told to them by the person to which their affection is based. This-" they gestured to the flower "-is merely here as an example. I've already gotten the materials I need from another similar flower."

You felt the blood in your veins run ice cold as you started to put two and two together. Not only did Missy want you to be hers, but she would do anything she could to ensure that you wouldn't ever try to leave. I mean, she was evil, sure, but surely she wouldn't stoop so low as to do that... right?

"Wait, why can't she just use her powers of hypnotism, if she wants to be with me so bad?" You asked suddenly as they moved to place the flower back on the table.

They picked up a large perfume bottle, and you noticed they now had some kind of surgical mask on their face. "Because the effects of hypnotism have to possibility of wearing off after a certain amount of time, even for someone as powerful as her. This can only be reversed by the corresponding antidote." They made their way over to you and held the bottle up to your face. "Now, stay still."

"No, don't you dare spray me, you son of a bit-" You felt yourself get spritzed in the face before you could even finish your sentence, the aroma of the flower permeating your senses and settling deep in your lungs. Your eyes became droopy, and you barely noticed it when a chloroform covered rag was forced over your nose and mouth to ensure you wouldn't keep struggling while the potion started working.

When you woke up again a little while later, your old 'friend' was gone and Missy had returned. You blinked a few times, trying to shake yourself rid of the effects of the perfume in vain. She kneeled down in front of you, a look of glee clearly visible on the features of her face.

"Hello, dear. How are you feeling?"

"Ugh." You mumbled, not even able to form a full word, let alone a sentence.

As your eyes began to focus, you noticed for the first time just how gorgeous Missy truly was. Her eyes were enthralling, her smile dazzling, and had she always done her hair up in such cute ways?

"Hi, Missy." You eventually slurred out, your voice dripping with adoration. "You're really pretty."

She let out a playful giggle, noticing the lovestruck look on your face and how compliant you seemed, a sure sign that the potion had done its job. "See? I knew you'd love me. Now, let's get you out of those restraints so I can show you just how much I love you."

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BSD agere headcanons (Part 5)

Part 5! The final part! I had so much fun writing these! Not sure what I’ll write next, so any and all requests are gladly accepted! I might write some more content for PJSK next. But for now enjoy the rest of my BSD agere headcanons!

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Teruko is LITERALLY a regressor. I mean- She’s just perfect for it with her ability. She was forced to grow up wayy to fast, plus when she regresses she can literally use her ability to be a baby! Very demanding and emotional baby, wide age range from like 2-6. She’ll happily giggle and babble, but she’s also quick to cry! She wants all of her caregivers attention at all times. She doesn’t like sitting still to color or read a story. She wants to play! Even if she’s just a tiny baby, she’ll still be crawling around! Squirming to get away from her caregivers hold. She’s a bit of a hypocrite though. Because as she gets tired she’ll cry if she isn’t being held

Jōno I see as a regressor! He certainly doesn’t have the patience to be a caregiver. I think he’d regress to a toddler age around 3-5, tantrums are very common and he can be a bit of a sassy brat. If he doesn’t like something he won’t hesitate to tell his caregiver exactly that, and if he happens to be feeling young enough he can’t really talk he’ll just scream. I think when he’s regressed he’d struggle a lot more with the fact that he can’t see. He’d need to rely on his caregiver more and he’d hate it. At the end of the day though he’ll get very attached to his caregiver, and he loves playing pretend!

I can honestly Tetchō either way! As a regressor i think he’d be pretty tiny, like 2-4, he’d mostly be non-verbal. If his caregiver tries asking him questions he’ll just give them a blank look. He lacks a lot of common sense, his caregiver had better be ready to jump in at a moment notice. As a caregiver he’d be really laid back! He still lacks that common sense, but he’s aware of it! He’ll always keep his little one close by, preferably just in his lap, and anything they need to do he’ll offer to do it. Just to make sure nothing goes wrong!

I think Mushitarō is a regressor! I mean the trauma of losing Yokomizo must be such a crushing burden to carry… So let him be a baby to make up for it! Because a baby he definitely is, 1-3 I think. I think he’d activate his ability to play with and chase around the little ghosts that appear! He’d like watching mystery cartoons, he’d babble along with it, trying to solve the mysteries with the characters! He hates thunder and summer, sounds to me like he likes excuses to be held and bundled up! Being held during a scary thunder storm makes him feel safe, and winter is perfect cuddling weather!

Shirase absolutely regresses! I have the headcanon that most of the Sheep regressed and took care of each other. Shirase would have a wide age range though, around 1-7. Sometimes he’s just a tiny baby who can’t do anything but cling to his caregiver, other times he’ll be a mouthy little toddler! In baby space he’s very compliant, non-verbal but he’ll whine super loud if he isn’t happy! As a toddler he can be bratty though, always shortens words to be easier to say. He doesn’t like apologizing, but when he does he pulls out the puppy dog eyes and the sad hugs. He doesn’t wanna fight! Especially not if he’s the one in trouble…

Natsume would be such a good caregiver! I think he’d always have easy to grab and go snacks, perfect for a little one getting hungry super suddenly! He’d absolutely use his ability to turn into a cat and rub up against his babies legs trying to comfort them and keep them warm. However if they’re doing something he can’t handle in cat form he’ll immediately switch back. I think he’d be a really good storyteller too! He’ll happily listen to what his baby has to say, even if it’s just babbling! But if they don’t want to talk he’ll fill the silence! He’s good at balancing things out like that

Adam is definitely a caregiver! I think he’d be literally programmed to take care of a little one. The best part is that he’ll treat them like a literal baby! A robot won’t judge. He just does what he’s asked to do. He’d be amazing at problem solving! Non-verbal baby? Perfectly fine! How about simple sign language? Or drawing pictures? He’s good at calming someone down from being overstimulated, everything that he notices helping he’ll take note of and use it more in the future. He’ll talk his baby through everything going on, he’s a big logic user, he’ll reason his way through any worries the little one might have

Aya will be the best big sister ever! I mean she’s still a kid herself, for her it’s just like having a little sibling! She loves to play pretend with a little one, always marching around on missions! She can’t take care of someone on her own though, she’s just a helper. She’ll always take the little ones side too! She’ll tease whatever caregiver is there, encouraging the little one to do the same, even if they can only babble. She demands the best snacks for the baby and loves to feed them. She’ll also pick out outfits! She’d love getting to match with a baby

And that wraps up my BSD agere headcanons series! I hope you all enjoyed reading these, I certainly enjoyed writing them! Next I might finally make an introduction post… I’m a little out of order. Oopsies