#so toodles toodles ^v^

[keeps-ache]

sittin' kitten :3

[cookinary]

GOOD THING I HAD PLANNED TO ADAPT THE STORY OF MY FRIEND P TO WORK WITH THE DLC BECAUSE HOLY FUCK

[2arm47]

Yesterday was busy for me so-

DAY 4 AND 5 OF DAILY Mini COMICS!!!!

Day 4:

This one is called 'Spiral' cause I couldn't remember how to spell dissociation!!

Dialogue:

Panel 5 - "hi baby~" (the rest is just meows from kitty cat)

I made this just about midnight (my sleep schedule is lacking) and was having problems with my brain :/

My cats always help tho and the one drawn is supposed to be my mom's, named Chewy!!

The floof in question:

Day 5:

This one is very simple and just called "Cats"

All it is is me petting one of my cats and him purring then immediately switching to hissing at me, resulting in immense confusion.

It's rushed cause I did it at the very end of class and wanted to leave, but the kitty is supposed to be my younger sibling's named Heart:

ANYWHO!! That's it for today so go check out my friendo @janimateslife to see their contributions to the week of mini comics!!!!!!

[lordsukunas]

everytime i’m reminded that isagi likes thighs my day gets a lil brighter

he’s had a long day? he’s coming over to your place and dropping his head in your lap. your thighs are soft and squishy, like marshmallows. it’s even better if you have muscular thighs — the feeling of the muscles flexing beneath his head is absolutely addictive. he could stay there all day.

and he does. you have to remind him that you can’t sleep over, and isagi looks up at you with the saddest, biggest puppy-dog eyes ever. “my parents won’t mind if you stay for a li’l longer, i swear. i already asked them!”

his fascination with your thighs get even worse when he comes back from blue lock. the pillows there are fine, decent, really. they do the job, but they’re thin slabs of cement in comparison to the delicious plushness of your thighs. after he gets home and greets his parents, he’s already texting you, begging for you to come over.

12:09 p.m — r u busy?

12:11 p.m. — can u come over? pls 🙏🏻

as soon as you get in the house, he’s dragging you to his room, making sure you’re comfortable, and then wrapping his arms around your thighs and nuzzling his face against them.

isagi could be sweaty, hungry, absolutely exhausted from training or studies, and he’ll still find time to lay his head in your lap. your thighs are one of his favorite parts of you, and he’ll never let you forget it.

☆ ... notes:

first time writing for a bllk boy </3 so if this is ooc, sorry. im also not caught up on the manga :V didnt do fancy format for this bc short, but lmk if yall like it. anyways, hope yall enjoyed, toodles!! :33

[luvfae]

omg hiii ! i loved ur mini series CENTER STAGE and i wanted to know if i could request a thanos fanfic :p btw i love ur accs theme its BEAUTIFUL :3 so basically y/n breaks up w her boyfriend su bong because he does to much drugs XD so she tries to find a small job as far as possible from her old work place because she knows he will come visit (iykyk) Y/N starts working in a gaz station in the highway ! And guess what her dear dear ex bf thanos finds her :p im so sorry if is this so badly written btw you can do litteraly whatever you want (smut,angst,fluff its really up to you) OFC dont feel pressured to do this request and if you do pls tag me :) TOODLES

YOU CAN RUN, BUT

YOU CAN’T HIDE

parings: thanos/choi su-bong x f!reader

warnings: smut, oral (reader receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (don’t be a dummy), public sex, swearing, thanos is lowkey a stalker

You should’ve known better.

You should’ve known he wouldn’t just let you go.

It had been two months since you left him. Two months since you packed up and disappeared, taking nothing but the essentials, leaving behind the mess of a man who had become more of a ghost than a lover.

Thanos had always been reckless, but the drugs made him worse. He was slipping, spiraling, drowning in a lifestyle that had already eaten away at him, and no matter how much you tried to pull him back, he wouldn’t stop. So you left. Because if he was going to destroy himself, you refused to let him take you down with him.

You thought you had escaped.

But you were wrong.

You got a job at a gas station on the highway—a quiet, out-of-the-way place that barely saw more than a handful of customers on a good day. You liked it. The silence. The stillness. The fact that no one knew you here.

Until tonight.

Until him.

You felt it before you saw him—that suffocating weight pressing against your ribs, the eerie sense of being watched. The store was empty, the dim fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as you restocked the shelves.

Then the bell above the door chimed.

You turned.

And there he was.

Thanos.

Standing in the doorway, hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie, watching you like a predator who had just found his prey.

Your stomach twisted.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then he smirked. “Took me a while to find you.”

Your throat went dry.

He took a slow step forward, then another, the automatic doors sliding shut behind him. The air in the store grew thick, the walls closing in.

“Nice place,” he said, glancing around before letting his gaze settle back on you. “Not really your vibe, though.”

Your fingers curled into the edge of the shelf. “What are you doing here?”

He cocked his head. “What do you think?”

Your pulse hammered against your ribs. He was high—you could see it in his eyes, that dark, hazy look that always meant trouble. But there was something else, too. Something sharper.

Something dangerous.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you said quietly.

His smirk faded. “Yeah?”

His steps were slow, deliberate, as he closed the distance between you. You forced yourself to stay still, even when every nerve in your body screamed at you to run.

Then he was right in front of you, so close you could smell the faint traces of smoke and cologne clinging to his hoodie.

“You left,” he murmured.

Your fingers twitched. “Yeah.”

His gaze flickered over your face, as if searching for something. Then, in a voice quieter than before—softer, in a way that made your chest ache���he asked, “Why?”

You swallowed hard.

“You know why.”

A muscle in his jaw ticked.

“No,” he said. “I don’t.”

His hand lifted. Not to grab you. Not to hurt you. Just to touch.

You flinched.

That made something in his expression crack.

“Did I ever hurt you?” His voice was low, rough.

You hesitated. “No.”

“Then why?”

Your breath shook. “Because you were hurting yourself.”

Silence.

For the first time, Thanos looked away. His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but no words came.

Then, just as quickly, the softness vanished.

His hand shot out, gripping your jaw—not rough, but firm, holding you in place.

“You think you can run from me?” he murmured, tilting your chin up.

Your pulse pounded. “Let me go.”

He didn’t. Instead, his thumb traced your bottom lip, almost absently, his expression darkening.

“You left me,” he said. “Do you know what that did to me?”

You shuddered. “Thanos—”

His grip tightened just enough to make you gasp. Not enough to hurt. Just enough to remind you that you were his.

“You broke me,” he muttered.

Then he kissed you.

And it wasn’t gentle.

It was teeth, tongue, and desperation—his hands moving from your jaw to your waist, pulling you flush against him as if he wanted to crawl inside your skin. You gasped against his mouth, your hands shoving against his chest, but he only kissed you harder.

You hated that you kissed him back.

Hated the way your body melted into him like it never forgot, like it never wanted to forget.

Hated that part of you missed this.

“Mine,” he murmured against your lips. “You were always mine.”

His hands slid lower, gripping your thighs, hoisting you onto the counter like he belonged between your legs. Like he had every right to claim you again.

And maybe he did.

Because you weren’t sure you had ever stopped belonging to him.

And that terrified you.

His hands were everywhere.

Sliding up your thighs. Digging into your waist. Claiming, possessing, reminding.

You shouldn’t let this happen. You should push him away, tell him to leave, remind yourself why you ran in the first place.

But you didn’t.

Because the moment his lips crashed against yours again—hot, desperate, hungry—you were already gone.

Thanos groaned into your mouth, his hands gripping the back of your thighs as he pulled you flush against him. You could feel him—hard, needy, pressing against the seam of your jeans like he’d been craving this as much as you had.

“Fuck,” he muttered against your lips. “You’re still so fucking perfect.”

Your breath hitched as his hands slid under your shirt, fingers tracing the curve of your waist before pushing up, dragging the fabric with them. You arched into his touch, and he wasted no time yanking your shirt over your head, tossing it aside before his mouth was on you again.

His lips found your neck, kissing, sucking, biting. He wanted to mark you. Wanted you to remember who you belonged to.

You gasped as his hands unclipped your bra, letting it fall away before he palmed your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples.

“You missed me,” he murmured, his teeth scraping against your pulse point. “Didn’t you?”

You refused to answer.

So he punished you.

His mouth moved lower, trailing over your collarbone, down your sternum, until he was sucking a nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.

A whimper escaped your lips before you could stop it.

That made him grin.

“Yeah,” he muttered, kissing his way down your stomach as his hands made quick work of your jeans. “That’s what I thought.”

Your jeans hit the floor. Your panties followed. And then he was kneeling in front of you, his mouth inches from where you ached for him most.

You clenched your thighs together, but he pried them apart easily, gripping your knees as he looked at you.

“You’re soaked,” he murmured, his thumb teasing over your slit. “Did I do that?”

You shuddered.

He chuckled. “Yeah. I fucking did.”

And then his mouth was on you.

You choked on a gasp, your back arching as his tongue dragged through your folds, slow and deliberate. He groaned against you, as if he had been starving for this, as if he had missed the taste of you like a man deprived.

He sucked your clit into his mouth, and you nearly screamed.

Your hands shot to his hair, gripping, tugging, trying to ground yourself against the overwhelming pleasure.

He loved it.

“Hold on to me,” he muttered against your heat before diving back in, eating you out like he wanted to ruin you.

Your legs trembled. Your body burned.

And when he slipped two fingers inside you, curling them just right—fuck.

“Come for me,” he ordered, his voice hoarse.

You did.

Your body locked up, pleasure crashing over you in waves as he worked you through your orgasm, sucking, licking, owning you.

When you finally slumped against the counter, breathless, he pulled back—his lips glossy, his eyes dark, his smirk filthy.

“Not done with you yet, sweetheart,” he murmured, unbuckling his belt.

And the moment he pulled his cock out, thick and hard and aching, you knew you were in trouble.

Because you weren’t going to stop this.

Not tonight.

Not when he was looking at you like he would die if he didn’t have you.

And maybe—just maybe—you felt the same.

You sat on the counter, praying on one would come into the store, legs spread just for him. His cock pressed against your slick folds, teasing, sliding, waiting.

Without warning, he thrust inside you—deep, all of him, stretching you open in one slow, unbearable motion.

You gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders as your body adjusted to the thick, perfect burn of him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling forward, forehead pressed against yours. “You’re still so fucking tight.”

You clenched around him in response, just to be a brat.

His grip on your thighs tightened.

“Don’t start.” His voice was strained, barely in control. “Or I won’t be nice.”

You smirked. “You’re never nice.”

He laughed—dark, low, wrecked.

And then he moved.

A slow pull out, a deep thrust back in, setting a brutal, punishing pace. Every snap of his hips slammed you against the counter, his hands gripping your waist, holding you still so he could take everything.

You were already unraveling, your body too overwhelmed, too sensitive from before. You felt everything—the drag, the stretch, the way he hit just right every time he bottomed out.

“Look at you,” he muttered, watching your face, watching every reaction. “Taking me so fucking well.”

You whimpered, your hands fisting in his hair, pulling him down for a kiss—sloppy, desperate, more teeth than lips.

He swallowed your moans, groaning as he fucked into you harder, faster. The counter shook beneath you, the sounds of skin slapping and breathless gasps filling the small, dimly lit gas station.

“Missed this pussy,” he muttered against your mouth. “Missed the way you squeeze me—fuck, baby—”

Your thighs clenched around his waist, locking him in, pulling him deeper.

His rhythm stuttered. His jaw clenched.

And then he lost it.

He grabbed you, yanking you against him, fucking you harder, chasing his release, chasing yours.

Your orgasm hit you fast, ripping through you like fire, your nails sinking into his back as you came with a broken cry.

He followed, his hips jerking, his breath ragged as he spilled inside you, filling you, owning you.

For a moment, neither of you moved.

Just panting. Clinging. Feeling.

Then, after a long pause, his lips brushed your ear.

“Told you,” he murmured, voice wrecked but smug.

You frowned. “Told me what?”

His teeth nipped your jaw, lazy, possessive.

“You can run,” he muttered, his hands sliding up your spine, his cock still buried deep inside you.

“But you can’t hide.”

[sagasalamibrot]

Glisten's Fashion AU!

Someone on Fandom gave Me the Name, im still thankful for it- or Else i wouldnt have any Name honestly- 😭

Anyways.. Here comes the Star of the Show, Glisten!:

Glisten Takes Dandy His place in this AU. Yet isnt evil, okay Dandy is in the middle of Good and Bad but still. The Things that Happend arent fully His fault, If He knew what Could have Happend He wouldnt have agreed to that. (But im Not gonna Tell IT yet 👹). Now instead of Astro AS a Main we have:

Rodger! He is tired.. yeah and also tried to give him Something cozy yet also fancy.. the Stars on his cheek(?) were drawn by Toodles and Glisten added the Blush.

Mentioning Toodles, Here she is-! She Kinda is the Shelly in this AU.. she is overshadowed by the other main's popularity... yet the Others try to get her cheered Up, especially Pebs!

And Here is Our Boy Pebble! Pebble IS still a Main Just a different breed of Dog now (this Case poodle). Originally the sparkle Bandana was owned by Toodles but then Pebble got it due it becoming too small for Toodles. Also Pebble is now the Dog of Toodles.. Not of Dandy-

Now to Finn! He Kinda is Like Vee.. Just that He isnt the Game master (is it called like that-?) Like Vee in one of her Game shows... now He is a judge of the Fashion Shows! He can be very blunt.. also Barnaby in His head is wearing sunglasses (also the reason He wears purple). Also since Vee and Dandy have Like Beef, its now with Glisten and Finn. Lol. Also Here Barnaby:

Ahem.. now to Teagan, which is there in Sprout's place!

Teagan is Like a Queen, Wise, Nice and Fancy. She often has her eyes closed except when you fuck Up Badly and she is mad. And no. She is N O T Rodger's wife. I refuse to ship Teacase.. i Love Reflective Detective.. ahem.. but she is an Aunt to Toodles! Now.. since we got the Mains, now we Go to the Starters!

The First Starter is Dandy! He is a Gentleman.. and yeah i dunno what to say.. but since Dandy is a Starter, His Buddy of course too!

Astro! Astro IS Just a Bit more Fancy Ig, i think i undercooked this Design, ngl- 🤷

Here is Goob! Goob is playing an Important Role in this AU, due to him Being one of the designers, with Scraps! He and Scraps create creative and beautiful Outfits.. but only together. When they try solo they fail badly...

And Here is Scraps! She has fur now cuz i think her og Looks so bald 👹💀

And Here is Shrimpo! Shrimpo His clothing originally wasnt ripped.. He didnt Like His clothing and ripped a few parts off to fit His Style.. but this diva slays 💅✨

And Here is Poppy! Poppy looking fancy.. yet i dunno what to say Abt her yet :V

And since we got Poppy Here is Boxten:

Just Like in Poppy's Case i dunno what to say Abt him ngl-

Anygays, Glisten and Rodger also are a Thing, lol-

[maveras-posts]

Funky ART HC’S

Some ✨FUNKY✨ Art Headcanons:

This fucker has IBS I mean he shat his brains out (I feel his pain ngl🤡)

It’s a trade off to being ✨ImmOrTal✨

(Shi at least he has SOMETHING, I got NOTHING)

Art can also play the Kazoo at the professional level

You’ll be running from him and he’s doing the Gangnam style whilst ✨KaZoo✨ is in his mouth 😭

Also Penny, Jack and Art are besties the iconic trio we didn’t know we needed frfr

They try to force him to take a bath😭

He’s like a hissing cat

Art actually is good at keeping generally good hygiene but it has to be on his ✨OwN TeRmS✨

Also is a major pothead I don’t make the rules

Also he smells like nickels (it just seems fitting)

Honestly Satan has a hold on him and it only got worse after Art witnessed what he was contributing to

I feel like after the events of All Hallows Eve he descended more into madness

He has a short attention span you gotta *jingle jingle*

It’s all one big comedy to him, it’s all organized chaos🤪

Hes also obsessed with any and all popcorn he has tried every flavor at least once

Art also has a Dr Pepper ✨PrObLem✨

Like fr he will drop kick a child for one, he’s a fiend

Art also hopes somebody would try to mug him, he wants any chance to uno reverse with his ✨Mouse Ka Tool✨

SO…. Art the clown has taken this page by storm, I have to keep giving the ppl what they want. I never realized how many fans there are of Terrifier. I shall continue to write more slasher content as the spooky season progresses. Also I’m gonna go watch Terrifier 3 to get more ✨ConTent✨ also might show my Art cosplay here someday…anyways… TOODLES

Mavera (V)

[suicidalgamergirl]

ai isn't a credible source

2e dnd lore doesn't apply to bg3's mix of 5e and larian homebrew

it is stated by the narrator that AA is just like cazador

stay in your corner

1. The only time I used AI was to get references of Vampire Doctors to draw AA as one.

2. That’s not how D&D works. Currently, I’m part of a custom campaign. D&D is not supposed to be played like everyone has to play 5e Rules in every campaign.

3. Both voice actors IRL are BFFs. Plus when you call AA Cazadork, he’s hella mad. He just freed himself from torment and thanks the player for helping him. So it’s a dick move to call him that.

You mad that one Tumblr appreciates AA? Rather than the 90% of Astarion Tumblr fans love Spawn instead.

Go mingle with them. And there’s the block button if you don’t like my Tumblr.

In conclusion, this YouTube video reflects your slight bullying, just in case you assumed I was going to cave into your Anonymous Hate.

Toodles.

-V

[scytheaudio]

So I re-listened to the redding again and this thought popped into my mind witch was

"What if everyone who got to stay alive long enough to feel every bit of pain the maverick brings to them before they die have nightmares about the event but it's such a vague nightmare that when they wake up they don't fully understand why they are so scared."

What i mean by "stay alive long enough to feel every bit of pain the maverick brings to them." I mean, like sparkils who literally got bites taken out of them where Cheeky got her heart ripped out of her chest. So the people who didn't die almost immediately keeps having these nightmares

Not positive why this popped into my head, but like wouldn't that be fucked up? Maybe it's the Halloween angst taking over me, lol

it's a cool idea! I do imagine and plan to do little hints in the future...such as cole singing twinkle twinkle little star and marcus complaining that its giving him a headache...or V saying that hearing the word maverick makes his stomach ache....

Tis a beautifully wicked thought!

Just remember that thinking about/fearing the maverick gives him strength

Toodles!

[beedoes-stuff]

please, please, please!

inspo:

and credit to @go-away-pls-now for inspiring this concept i flip flopped the roles though sorry

bonus + random + notes under the cut!!!

(drawing i did like a week ago that i didn’t like but looking at it now i do <3)

notes: this is a sabrina carpenter stan acc if u couldn’t tell btw. yea, cheeky could be attracted to normal ppl but the criminal is more fun! this was also super fun and frustrating and it’s taught me after that even after 3 years of watching the villain series drawing v doesn’t get any easier. especially the hair. emphasis on the hair. (so please please please have mercy on me) anyways, stream please please please by sabrina carpenter, toodles -bee

[dandysworldandfriends]

Hello Everybody!

This is the official account for the Crossover AU of Dandy's World: And Friends!

So, what is this AU about?

This is basically the same continuity of the Roblox game except with a twist, the Ttte characters are Dandy World Toons!

Each Ttte Character will have a Toon version and a Twisted Version!

The Main Ttte Characters are called the Steam Team with the regular Mains and they include:

Thomas

Edward

Henry

Gordon

James

Percy

Toby

Duck

Donald

Douglas

Oliver

Emily

Also, there will be no DW Ships! Sorry to all of the shippers, but this AU is primarily focused on trying to expand on the little lore that the game have to offer us.

Therefore, all of the DW Characters are automatically AroAce. However, there are some exceptions like Yatta, who is a Pansexual AroAce Toon.

There will be LGBTQIA+ Headcanons! Please be respectful.

Ttte Ships are allowed!

Disclaimer: I'm still relatively new to the game and I may get some stuff wrong so please correct me on anything that I get mixed up!

NO MISINFOMATION ABOUT ANYTHING RELATED TO DW AND TTTE!!!!

DO NOT SHIP ANYTHING THAT INVOLVES TOODLES, PEBBLE OR COAL (Pebble x Coal is okay)

Have fun! - Mod V

[circeyoru]

Hello- might I possibly ask for a alastor x reader where the reader is vox’s (or Val’s) little sister who hangs around the Vee’s but is completely seperate, like maybe this character is based more around audio and signals and looks normal compared to her brother vox?

What if the v’s sent her to the Hazbin hotel after sir pentious failed and instead of doing the job she needed to do she ends up finding comfort in a follow audio based demon, and vox checks in on her one night only to hear like- them making out or more.

(Love your writing dear! I hope your taking care of yourself as you write, if you do choose to do this make it your own as well :). )

~toodles!

Thanks for your compliment, reads and interest.

Regarding this request. NO. I do NOT write those things! The idea is good, but when I got to the end, it just rubbed me the wrong way and I lost all interest.

I have already mentioned this before. Check my rules!

And as I've said before, I will be closing request for a while since some people can't double-check with what I'm comfortable with.

It's a bit unfair since I'm working on two series that has been quite popular with you guys, and a number of people send me ideas and other stuff, so it's only strictly those that I'll read, others I'll just delete them without mention.

As for when I'm accepting new requests, I don't know... Maybe a long while. I have other request I have yet to touch too.

Sorry it has to come to this.

Check my MASTERLIST for the stories. The active series right now are {Unwanted Soul}, {Gone Too Young}, and {Collection of Overlords}.

[blackboxwarriorsbiggestfan]

I was pretty bored. What everyone's demon form is supposed to resemble! (Hellborns and Angels aren't included, so Arabella, Satan, "Sera", "Emily", and so forth aren't mentioned. Neither are my legitimate ocs)

Verity (..V. The fallen angel, ex exterminator, I'm not saying her name.): I'm honestly torn between a rain cloud, lightning bolt, or a ragdoll. Rain cloud and lightning bolt fit her personality more, but ragdoll works better for her backstory (always being treated as less than human, posed and played with like a toy but then thrown away whenever they're done, like cheap plastic)

Arackniss (Angel Dust); A spider (Still, but more specifically, a velvet spider/ladybird spider)

Laffy Taffy (Cherri Bomb): Candies! More specifically, something similar to https://pin.it/7a24ZT0A1 (credit to the artist!!), just with much brighter colors and a more punk-rock outfit)

Alastor: A radio. He literally has a radio for a head now.

This radio in specific

Nifty; A sewing needle. It's what she looks like in canon, it's now my canon

Wilter (Husk); Purple Hyacinth flowers. They symbolize regret, and I thought that was fitting for his character

"Sir Pentious"; Still a snake! But specifics are needed, so, he's an Eastern diamondback rattlesnake

"Vox": Still a T.V. I wanted him to have that parallel with Alastor, where they're both more machine than man.

"Velvette": Barbie or Bratz doll. The more conventional kind of doll, still hollow and fake, but highly sought after

"Valentino": A cigarette. It can kind of be like how HE is a drug, he's toxic, you know he's toxic, but once you take a drag, you're hooked

...

That's basically it for now, toodles! :D

[saintmeghanmarkle]

Lady C Tea (mini nuggets paraphrased by me - the tendinitis edition) by u/daisybeach23

Lady C Tea (mini nuggets paraphrased by me - the tendinitis edition) The Duke of Westminster did not invite Harry to his wedding because he knew William would not have come if Harry was going. Lady C wants you to know that Hugh Grosvenor has a descendent who was an African Slave and another descendent who was Jewish. Take that Megsy Baby!Lady C hears Meghan and Harry are on the total outs! Meghan is blaming him for their failings in reaching billionaire status. Lady C thinks history will judge the H&M propaganda machine harshly. The truth has a way of coming out.Lady C doesn’t think Harry and Meghan have done anything bad enough to warrant removal of titles - yet. The last major change regarding usage of titles was 1917 King George V. He changed the family name to Windsor. He eliminated a large amount of existing titles. And, he eliminated all German titles that were in use. They were stripped. Catherine is simply too weak to do public events. Lady C will not comment on these horrible online rumblings about a woman undertaking chemotherapy. She is a beautiful woman whose appearance is part of her identity. She will return when she is ready. Toodles SinnersPS…thanks for all the kind comments yesterday. I went to the doctor and she says I absolutely have tendinitis. She prescribed me an anti-inflammatory and the proper hand brace so hopefully it will heal in 2-3 weeks. So for a little while, I have to dish up the mini-nuggets. post link: https://ift.tt/uUKLdN1 author: daisybeach23 submitted: May 22, 2024 at 02:11AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[toodleoorblx]

I Found You, I’m Bound to You

Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff

Word count: 2,562

Summary: Wanda isn’t in her cabin. Where is she?

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 -/?

Warnings: violence, cursing, gore, trauma, mentions of death

A/N: Enjoy!! Toodles!!

Chapter 4 -Days of Future Chaos

Wanda's eyes shoot open, her vision blurred by the moisture clouding them. She gasps as an intense burning sensation sears through her eyes. Her hands instinctively fly to her face, pressing against her eyes as she winces, biting her lip to stifle a cry. There's a wetness on her face and hands, it's warm, thicker than water, she doesn't know what it is. Her mind races in panic. How did she get here? What’s in her eyes? Where is she? Where's Agatha? She stumbles backwards, tripping over her own feet and yelping as she falls onto a bed behind her.

Gradually, the searing pain subsides, leaving behind a phantom ache. She huffs, trying to calm her racing heart. Slowly, she removes her trembling hands from her eyes, blinking away the residual discomfort. She stares at her hands, squinting, her vision isn't quite at its best yet. There's… nothing on them. Odd. She wipes her hands on her jeans and she glances up. As her vision clears, she takes in her surroundings.

What...?

She slowly rises to her feet, her heart pounding in her chest. This can’t be real. Is this a dream? A nightmare? She looks around in shock, feeling a wave of disbelief wash over her. She’s back in Sokovia, in her childhood home, untouched by the destruction that claimed it. It looks exactly the same as when Agatha had shown her those memories all those months ago.

The dark green walls, worn and familiar, feel comforting. The low hum of static from the small TV on the table fills the room, the sound evoking a surge of nostalgia. She moves towards the small kitchen, her mouth slightly ajar, eyebrows furrowed in a mix of disbelief and distrust.

She reaches out to touch the countertops, her fingers tracing the familiar patterns in the worn wood. Everything is as it was, down to the last detail.

An idea strikes Wanda, prompting her to hastily trek to her bed. She kneels down, glancing around under the bed until she spots it: a small, red box. It's battered and worn, but still intact. She sighs in relief, reaching for it with trembling hands. As she pulls it out from under the bed, memories flood back, bringing a bittersweet smile to her face.

This box had always meant a lot to her mother. Every Monday, her mother would draw something and put it in the box, challenging Wanda and Pietro to guess what it was. (They couldn’t afford board games so her mother had to get creative.) The winner would get bragging rights for the week. It was one of Wanda's favorite traditions. She sits down on the neatly made bed, her heart pounding as she lifts the top of the box, her eyes watering.

Inside, she finds the last drawing her mother ever made. It's a simple sketch of Wanda and Pietro, smiling together. They couldn't afford a camera, so Iryna would draw her children from memory. She always said drawing your loved ones means a thousand more words, than a picture did. Wanda smiles sadly, almost hearing her mother's gentle voice repeating those words.

A watery laugh escapes her lips as she runs her hand over the drawing of Pietro. In the sketch, she and Pietro sit side by side, their faces beaming with the carefree joy of youth. Wanda fights back a sob, barely managing to hold it in with a shaky sigh. She flips the drawing over, noticing writing in Sokovian on the back.

‘Drahý Piet a prútiky. Toto je niečo, čo ti neukážem, kým nebudeš trochu star��í. Chcem, aby si mal niečo, pre prípad, že by sa v živote dostal veľa, niečo, čo ti pomôže spomenúť si na lepšie časy. Čas, keď sa Piet mohol len pokúsiť pripomenúť nám, aby sme hovorili po anglicky a hovorili o behaní vonku, a Wanda neprestala hovoriť o televíznej šou, ktorú tak miluje. Navždy budeš v našich srdciach, môj dorogoy Piet, a moja detka Prútiky.

Milujeme vás oboch.’

Tears fall onto the small paper, the yellowed parchment becoming slightly translucent. Wanda's body shakes with sobs as she clutches the precious note to her chest. Her mother’s words, filled with love and nostalgia, are almost too much to bear. Each line transports her back to those simpler times, when the biggest worry was guessing the week's drawing and enjoying their mother's stories, or Pietro catching her in tag.

“Wanda.” A voice that sounds hauntingly like hers pierces the silence, the accent thick and unmistakable.

Wanda jumps, the box slipping from her lap and hitting the floor with a thud. Her tear-filled eyes dart upwards, her breath catching in her throat. Her mouth falls open in shock, her face paling. This must be a nightmare...

It's The Scarlet Witch.

The redhead furrows her eyebrows, her head tilting slightly. The Scarlet Witch mimics the movement, standing a few feet away, her hair flowing as if caught in a magical breeze. Her eyes glow a menacing red, her hands clasped neatly in front of her. The effects of the Darkhold are evident, the corruption on her fingers already creeping up to the base of her palms.

It’s a surreal experience, watching herself from outside her body while still being in it. They are identical in appearance yet starkly different in essence. Wanda's blood runs cold as she sees a smirk spread across the Scarlet Witch's face.

Determination hardens within Wanda. She blinks away the shock, her expression setting into one of resolve. She clenches her jaw, recalling Agatha’s teachings. Magic begins to pool in her abdomen, thrashing and swirling like a living entity. She can’t decide if she should unleash it while it’s still fueling up, so she clenches her fists instead. “How am I here?” she asks sharply, trying to keep her voice steady.

The Scarlet Witch tuts, shaking her head slightly. “You really should mind your attitude. It’s unbecoming of you in this state.” Her tone is cool, carrying an undercurrent of danger.

Wanda licks her dry lips. “What state? Dreaming?”

The Scarlet Witch huffs a laugh, a dark sound that echoes in the small room. “...Weak.” She corrects, trailing her hand over the back of the couch as she slowly walks beside it. Chaos magic radiates from her fingertips, leaving a faint, ominous glow in its wake.

Wanda furrows her brows, suspicion flaring in her green eyes. She watches the couch warily, her attention flicking back to her alter ego. Distrust blazes in her gaze, her magic thrumming just beneath her skin, ready to be called upon if needed.

“And who said you were dreaming?” The Scarlet witch continues.

Wanda's throat tightens, the words catching like a lump she can’t swallow. She isn’t dreaming? But if this isn’t a dream, then what is it? Is this the Astral Plane? No… It doesn’t feel like that either. What could be so lifelike, so tangible, yet so surreal? “...W-what?”

The Scarlet Witch halts her measured pacing, fixing Wanda with a glare sharp as a blade, her eyes glinting with dark knowledge. “Consider it… Limbo,” she says, her voice laced with a chilling calm.

“A place between being awake and being asleep?” Wanda asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

“A place between your mind…” The Scarlet Witch trails off, lifting her hand with a slow, deliberate motion. Chaos magic, wild and untamed, spirals out from her fingertips, engulfing their surroundings in a bright, pulsating red. The apartment dissolves into a blur, the familiar warmth replaced by a biting cold. Wanda blinks rapidly, trying to focus, but all she can see is the intense crimson glow enveloping them.

A harsh wind suddenly whips across her back, sending a shiver down her spine. As the red haze clears, Wanda gasps, her eyes widening in disbelief. She stands on a mountain, the ruins of a small, ancient tower surrounding her. The stone is dark, weathered by time and the elements, yet there’s an undeniable sense of power here, a lingering presence that makes the air crackle with energy. It doesn’t look like a mere ruin—it looks like a throne room, a place where someone once ruled with immense power. An immense power that feels chillingly familiar.

“And mine,” the Scarlet Witch finishes, her voice echoing ominously against the stone walls. She steps forward, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she surveys Wanda’s shock. “Welcome to Wundagore Mountain,” she says with a smirk, the name rolling off her tongue like a prophecy fulfilled.

“I had to perform an… interesting spell to call you here. Don't mind the blood,” the Scarlet Witch says with a lazy gesture toward Wanda.

Wanda’s brows furrow, her mouth slightly ajar. “What…?” she whispers, glancing down. Her eyes widen in horror. Her hands are stained red, remnants of drying blood covering her fingers, palms, and streaked across her face. She touches her cheeks slowly, fingers trembling as they come away slick and crimson. Her heart starts to race. Whose blood is this? Is this the wetness she felt earlier? “What did you do…?” Wanda asks quietly, though she’s not entirely sure she wants to know the answer.

The Scarlet Witch shrugs nonchalantly. “What I had to do. It’s no easy feat, calling you into a conjunction of our enhanced minds. I had to… get my hands dirty, so to speak.”

Wanda shudders, the chill of realization creeping up her spine. She feels nauseous, bile rising in her throat as she processes the grotesque scene. She wipes the blood off her face with the hem of her white t-shirt, staining it a deep, accusing red.

“I summoned you here because I wanted to speak to you,” the Scarlet Witch continues, her tone laced with authority, as if she’s addressing a subject rather than an equal.

Wanda swallows hard, her mind racing to keep up with the sudden shift in reality. She took a life… because she wanted to speak to her. She's deranged. “Speak to me about… what?” she manages to ask, though her voice wavers, betraying her uncertainty.

The Scarlet Witch takes a seat on her imposing throne, the air seemingly growing colder around her. Wanda shivers, the chill seeping into her bones. She watches her alter ego with a mix of wariness and curiosity. The Scarlet Witch exudes arrogance and self-assuredness, a stark contrast to Wanda's own turbulent emotions. Wanda wonders if this is where the Scarlet Witch resides, these ancient, crumbling ruins. It speaks volumes about what she can endure, both with and without.

A question nags at Wanda's mind: are they truly separate entities, capable of their own thoughts and desires? She can't hear the Scarlet Witch’s thoughts, but she can feel her presence, a deep, invasive sensation that makes her skin crawl. It’s as if the Scarlet Witch is right behind her, a constant, unwelcome shadow. The feeling of not being alone in her own body is suffocating.

Wanda’s thoughts are abruptly interrupted by the Scarlet Witch’s low, commanding voice, making her flinch slightly. She hopes her unease wasn't noticed.

“...I want dominance.”

Wanda tilts her head, narrowing her eyes in confusion. Dominance? Over what? Her magic? “Over my magic?” she asks cautiously.

The Scarlet Witch sighs, as if speaking to her is an arduous task. “No… I want your body.” She gestures dismissively to Wanda's form. “I'm merely a thought process. A change of perspective. I can't have that.” She shakes her head, her blackened fingers trailing along the armrest of her throne. “I need a physical tether. Something only you can provide.” Her voice is cold, her eyes calculating as they bore into Wanda.

Wanda doesn’t respond immediately, the weight of the revelation settling heavily on her shoulders. She… wants her body. She wants to take over her. The very thought makes Wanda bristle with anger. She clenches her jaw, her fists tightening as she meets the Scarlet Witch's gaze with defiance. “This body wasn’t yours to begin with. This was my life before you were tapped into. I had a life before I knew any of this. Like hell I'd let you take my body.” Her voice is bitter, venomous, as she bares her teeth. Her magic flares to life in her palms, crackling with raw energy.

The Scarlet Witch remains silent for a moment, her eyes locked onto the shimmering energy in Wanda's palms with a detached, almost clinical expression. Then, a slow, bitter smirk spreads across her lips. “That’s adorable,” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Wanda’s magic flickers, her confidence wavering. “But utterly foolish.”

The Scarlet Witch’s face hardens, her expression becoming serious, bordering on dangerous. “I was always there,” she continues, her tone cold and unyielding. “I saw… everything. I know all you know. But I know… more.” She shrugs slightly, then vanishes from her throne only to reappear beside Wanda. She begins to circle her like a predator sizing up its prey, her red cape flowing fluidly around her.

“You have no true reason to continue. You lost your family, you lost your lover, you lost your children. What more do you have to lose before you realize… It's fate. It's part of the package.”

Wanda’s heart clenches at the brutal truth in her words. Each loss is a fresh wound, still raw and aching. “What package…?” she asks quietly, not taking her eyes off the Scarlet Witch.

“You were forged to suffer,” the Scarlet Witch states matter-of-factly. “How do you think you reach your full potential? Your pain is what makes you strong. And the fact that you think your pain makes you weak speaks volumes about how little you know about yourself.”

Wanda’s eyes blaze with anger, chaos magic swirling around her as her irises glow a fierce red. “I've had to live with myself all my life. I think I know me,” she snaps, her voice dripping with defiance. She has borne the weight of her guilt, her memories, her stories, her agony, her grief. All of it, every single day. Just for one lonely person. It’s a burden too heavy for anyone to carry, and this bitch has the audacity to say she doesn't know herself. Wanda scoffs, her voice trembling with emotion. “I don’t want to reach my full potential unless it gets me my sons. I have no other purpose.” She swallows dryly, the words tasting bitter on her tongue. There. She said it.

She has no other purpose.

The Scarlet Witch stares at her, expressionless. Her face is a blank canvas, giving no indication of understanding or empathy. She is a mirror of Wanda, standing there with an eerie calm. Wanda clenches her jaw, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

“I think it’s time you leave,” the Scarlet Witch says, her voice cold and detached as she clasps her hands neatly in front of her. “I can’t even look at you without seeing the most pathetic version of ourself.” Wanda bristles at the word ‘ourself,’ the shared identity making her skin crawl. “Just know… I will fight for control over our body. This won't be the last of me.” The Scarlet Witch's eyes flash red before she raises her hands and places them on Wanda's temples. Wanda feels the surge of magic, her own but twisted, darker, more ancient. It’s an unsettling sensation, feeling your own power used against you.

The world around her blurs, reality slipping away.

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‘Drahý Piet a prútiky. Toto je niečo, čo ti neukážem, kým nebudeš trochu starší. Chcem, aby si mal niečo, pre prípad, že by sa v živote dostal veľa, niečo, čo ti pomôže spomenúť si na lepšie časy. Čas, keď sa Piet mohol len pokúsiť pripomenúť nám, aby sme hovorili po anglicky a hovorili o behaní vonku, a Wanda neprestala hovoriť o televíznej šou, ktorú tak miluje. Navždy budeš v našich srdciach, môj dorogoy Piet, a moja detka Prútiky.

Milujeme vás oboch.’

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'Dear Piet and Wands. This is something I won't be showing you until you're a little older, I want you to have something, in case life gets to much, something to help you remeber better times. A time where all Piet could do was try and remind us to speak english and talk about running outside, and Wanda wouldn't stop talking about that tv show she loves so much. You will always be in our hearts, my dorogoy Piet, and my detka Wands.

We love you both.'

[rotlix64]

Traying to guess the personality Dandy's world characters as someone that knows little to nothing about the game (+ giving my toughts on them) part 5

Let's begin!! There are very few characters left by now, and since i kinda got bored of doing this but i don't wanna left it unfished, this part is going to be extra long as a final post! Hope you enjoy!

This is the previous post if you wish to see it

17- Tisha

A maid! Looks cute but deftly a background character, i do like how they made her look like a maid without any maid outfit, i appriciate that; all her character seems to be around cleaning and being the maid, the polite woman that is always taking care of the house but i'm not sure if there's more to her. I think the why she is a tissue box is quite obvious, and the color palette helps with the idea of her being clean

18- Toodles

Problably a lucky and energetic young girl, she seems to be a kid or at least very young compared with the rest, so she is probably your tipical hyperactive, innocent and friendly little girl that still haves a lot to learn. The only reason way i think she is a lucky character is becouse she is a 8 ball, the rest speaks for itself

19- Astro

OH MY GOD!! I L O V E THE WAY HE HUGS HIS BLANKET!! SO CUTE AND KIND OF ORIGINAL TBH. But aside from that; Astro seems to be a cowardly, shy and inrroverted character, always holding to his blanket for comfort and on his tip toes like if he was in the middle of his run away. The color palette is cool and really does give him this moon vibe ha has going on

20- Pebble

Honestly just a dog. I can see from a mile away that this character had no personality other then being other thag just a dog. I do think that good tho, it kind of settles them appart from the rest of the characters, even if not much

21- Shelly

Such a cute character! And one of the two first characters that made me be intrested in the game! She is deftly friendly and i do know that she has a love for dinosours, witch i think is evident on her color pallette!! All those browns make you think of sand and dirt, and if you connect that idea with her being some kind of shell, you can think of fossils quite quickly. I love how original she is! I do know that she is intended to be a main character, and i think they did a good job on it!!

22- Sprout

Omg a stawberry! Cute! First i'm going to say is that he is problably either loving or very passionate about what he does; mostly becouse red is a color that is often used to prepresent those traits; and the pinks makes him look more soft. The pose makes me think he is playful and very extroverted, but i'm not sure why he has a scarf. I do know that apparently he is in a relationship with Cosmo and that he likes to cook, witch i think makes sence since they are the only sugary food characters in there, witch connects them in a way; but i do think that the cooking part of his character is not as obious as it should, maybe a apron could benefit him. Still, a very solid desing!

23 - Vee

I like her desing! I always enjoy a TV-head desing if i'm honest, they are always pretty cool, but i do feel like she is missing something, like, the head is perfect to give ver a more technological look, her bowtie makes her look more elegant and the pose she gives kind of makes her look excentric compared to the rest; but i feel like her body is a bit plain (?) I'm not sure how to explain it since simple bodies are the norm in all this characters; but like, most of them had some kind of clothing that gived them a more unique siluette (The only execption being Dandy, but he has a more complexed head that would make him look a bit overcharged if he weared any clothing) sure, she has her bowtie but i don't know, sometimes it looks a bit off. She was the second first ever character of Dandy's world that got me into the game! (It was a Vee x Shally meme animation)

24- Gigi

She screams gamer from head to toe, collector and profesional at hoarding shit just becouse she likes them, even her color pallette is similar to a Nintendo Swtch; chill for sure, relaxed and layed back; problably does her things at her own speed without caring much about what others think. I mean, her name sounds like the expression GG, and she is one of those plastic things you would get from one of those surprise machine with some kind of little toy inside; you cannot tell me this girl goes out of her house more then two days at best; she is stinky for sure and i love it.

And i think that would be all! Thanks for staying with me and read my none sence about this characters! From what i could see in the interactions to my previous posts, my guesses aren't that different from the cannon, so that means the creators of this made a great job while desinging them! Good for them! I'm super excited about this game and i really wanna know more about it! Maybe i should reopen my old Roblox user to play the game! (I haven't played roblox since 2019). I can't wait to see what this new community has to show me a d have fun while traying to undertand the lore of this game

But that will be enough yapping for now, once again, thanks for reading and i'll see you next time, have a great day!