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Didn't expect to be doing equations today, but here we are!

Thank you "Trader of Stories" game series!

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So obsessed over all these stories.

I NEED more people to write about these

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Hello, I’m Reader's Regrets!

I’m a writer who likes to throw X-readers at Tumblr users like feeding pigeons at the local park. Feel free to send in requests in my ask-box! :]

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY: OPEN

Rules for requesting:

Send it in through my ask-box.

Platonic and Romantic need to be clarified in the ask.

No incest.

No real people, personas are available.

I currently prefer to write about:

Threadville

The Butchery

Pressure

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

DELTARUNE

UNDERTALE

UNDERTALE: YELLOW

Minecraft

Minecraft: Story Mode

Five Nights at Freddy's

Pirates of the Caribbean

Red vs. Blue

My Friendly Neighborhood

BigTop Burger

However, I'm also willing to write stuff outside of these. :]

Heads up, It might take a while for me to get to your ask. Please dont be perturbed if i dont answer within the month, Im a slow writer.

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Hello, I’m Reader's Regrets!

I’m a writer who likes to throw X-readers at Tumblr users like feeding pigeons at the local park. Feel free to send in requests in my ask-box! :]

REQUESTS ARE CURRENTLY: OPEN

Rules for requesting:

Send it in through my ask-box.

Platonic and Romantic need to be clarified in the ask.

No incest.

No real people, personas are available.

I currently prefer to write about:

Threadville

The Butchery

Pressure

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared

DELTARUNE

UNDERTALE

UNDERTALE: YELLOW

Minecraft

Minecraft: Story Mode

Five Nights at Freddy's

Pirates of the Caribbean

Red vs. Blue

My Friendly Neighborhood

BigTop Burger

However, I'm also willing to write stuff outside of these. :]

Heads up, It might take a while for me to get to your ask. Please dont be perturbed if i dont answer within the month, Im a slow writer.

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Can you do threadvile headcannons for a reader that is fully human like instead of being turned into a puppet, when they went into the mirror, they just stayed human

🪡 Human in Threadville Headcanons🪡

🧍‍♂️ Your body makes you stand out immediately. The puppets, all made of bright and colorful felt and thread, are endlessly fascinated by the softness and warmth of human skin, the way you blink and breathe in a way they never do.

📏 You’re way taller than most puppets. Your movements are smoother too, and maybe a bit too fluid in their eyes.

👁️ The puppets are fascinated by you. You’re the only human around, and honestly, you’re a walking mystery to them. Sometimes they just stare at your skin or watch your nails while they're chatting with you, things they don’t really understand but find captivating.

🤲 Some puppets, like Charlotte occasionally find themselves reaching out to touch your hair or fingers, just to confirm that they’re not some elaborate costume.

🪶 Skin is a frequent topic of conversation. Veena once tried to gently touch your arm, then pulled back, whispering about how strange you feel. You’re a work of art made from a totally different material.

🧼 Veena asked to brush your hair once and was shocked at how strands fell out so easily. Veena also thinks bellybuttons are horrifying. Can’t stop staring at yours.

🌞 They like how warm you are. Most folks here are soft and cool to the touch felt or corduroy or cotton. But when your arm brushes his, he feels skin. He feels heat. He swears you’re like holding a pocketful of summer. And it confuses him. Because puppets don’t keep warmth. So where are you getting it from?

🎤 Your voice sounds so different Patty-Ann sometimes asks you to sing or talk, just because it’s soothing.

😂 Your laughter sounds different. Not stitched together like the others. Oliver didn’t know laughter could crack like that. He likes it. He really does. But now and then, he stares too long. Like he’s wondering if it’s real, or if you’re just really good at pretending.

🍽️ Your way of eating biting, chewing, swallowing is a constant source of bewilderment. Puppets have never really needed to chew; they “absorb” food or nibble in strange ways. Oliver especially likes to watch, fascinated by how your teeth work.

👀 Eating is a whole other level of curiosity. Since you chew and swallow, puppets like Rocky or Veena will watch you with wide eyes, fascinated by how you can eat without needing to cut up your food as much.

🦷 Veena’s a bit obsessed with you, especially your teeth. You don't know why, she’s not even sure herself. She just gets a little flustered when she sees you use your teeth for anything other than eating.

💦 You sometimes get weird looks when you snort or sweat, but the puppets don’t mean any harm, they’re just genuinely curious.

🩸 Oliver once saw you bleed. Just a scrape, barely more than a paper cut. But the moment that red welled up, thick and metallic and not cotton? Pandemonium.

🧵 Veena tried teaching you how to sew a button one afternoon, You pricked your finger on the needle and bled. A single drop bloomed scarlet on the thread. Veena stared. You offered to finish it. She said no. She doesn’t know why she felt so weird about it, but it felt like you pricked something deeper than a finger.

💔 The puppets worry about your fragility. After all, you can get bruised or sick in ways puppets never can. Patty-Ann tries to fuss over you like a mother hen, worried about you, you sleep under her roof after all.

🧬 The puppets struggle to understand how you heal, Since you don’t have a stuffer. You explain skin and blood cells, which sounds like magic to them. A visiting Doctor Dulldrum is particularly interested.

🪡 While the puppets sometimes need stitches or repairs, You can’t be “fixed” with thread and needles. This mystifies the puppets.

🧠 Rocky keeps asking how your bones don’t rip through your skin when you bend. Rocky once tried to poke a vein with a fishing hook. You had to explain what blood pressure is. He kept his distance for a bit after that.

🩻 Doctor Dulldrum doesn’t blink once while staring at you in the clinic. “So your insides move on their own? Intriguing.”

You cracked your knuckles once in front of Doctor Dulldrum once. He nearly jumped out of his chair if he didn't have better control of himself than that. “Was that your hands making that popping?” He leaned in, eyes curious and excited. “Certainly no stuffing in there,” he whispered. He spent the next few days doing nothing but thinking about you in his free time, wondering what else inside you could bend without breaking.

🌾 You once helped Oliver with some harvest you took a moment to stretch and cracked your back with an audible pop, Oliver nearly fainted. Later, he told Veena that you “took a good crack at helping him.”

“Your joints bend strangely,” he says while handing you tea. “Do they click like that often?”

🧷 The town collectively panics the first time you get a small cut.

Doctor Dulldrum was not impressed, the nurses are just happy to finally meet you.

The nurses Max and Min laugh every time you sneeze. At least one random puppet who doesn't know about you screams and runs. It never stops being funny.

📣 You often use expressions or idioms the puppets don’t get 

 at first, leading to funny misunderstandings. For example, “break a leg” causes genuine panic, until explained that it means “good luck.”

📚 Patty never hesitates to ask you questions once you're alone, sharing stories, memories, and customs from your life that fascinate her and broaden her understanding.

Because you’re the only human, you’re a bit of a freak-show. Puppets sometimes ask you to describe what your world looks like, and you share information about hippos, whales, old legends like   things the puppets can only imagine.

Patty, after you sneezed for the first time, whispered, “What was that?” like you'd summoned a demon.

🌊 One day, you fell into the creek trying to save a bunch of fish bait that fell in, Rocky yelled so loud that puppets could hear him from the hospital. He was so scared he barely even noticed when you emerged soaked, but alive. Rocky blinked in shock, maw agape, as you climbed back up the small but rocky cliff, bait over your shoulder, once he could reach you he pulled you up so hard he nealy dislocated your shoulders.

The next time, he made sure to keep you in his sight and the line on his rod extra strong, just in case.

🛡️ Puppets like Rocky and Pierre feel a bit protective of you. They’re already aware you can’t withstand the same dangers they can shrug off, like falling down somewhere deep or getting crushed.

🌈 Being the only human in Threadville is weird, but the puppets are weird too.

They’re curious, cautious, and occasionally grossed out. But they’re learning.

And honestly? You’re starting to feel like you fit just right in.

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i screamed when i found your blog, i am FEINING for jackson (the butchery) xreader headcanons? maybe even a oneshot…? no pressure though of course <333

i was thinking fluff really, nothing too amazing, honestly you could throw scraps at me and i’ll be barking for it like a dog. anyways, love your work, thank you 🙏

🔪🐖Jackson Hillwalker x Gn reader🔪🐖

Romantic head-canons and a tiny oneshot. (TW: implied gore, religious delusion, obsession, etc.)

headcanons

You’re the only person who’s ever matched his energy without needing to fake it all the time, other than William.

There’s a chair nobody else is allowed to sit on, not even William, just for you to watch him work. He can never concentrate when you sit on it though, always loses track of what he's doing and gives up all his attention to you. Please feel free to abuse it, He wants you to.

He’s the one who designed all the machines in the farmhouse, he set up the pig rodeo, the gutting station, the jack in the boxes. He made those for himself, imagine what he’d make just for you if you asked.

You’re the only one allowed near Hilda. He gets twitchy if someone else even looks at his cleaver too long, but you? You can hold her. Clean her. Even mock her and he just laughs.

Once, he stitched your name into the inside of his flannel collar. When you noticed, he shrugged and said, “Just so nobody forgets who I belong to.” You know better, you saw him blushing.

Jackson thrives in chaos, and you better be able to play along without losing control. You’ll scream in the woods like prey just to see which survivor he kills first when they try to “save” you.

You once nicked your finger on a piece of wire. Jackson stared at the drop of blood like it personally insulted him. He dragged William away, and they disappeared for an hour and returned later to announce your own personal trap-free path through the house. “No sharp corners for you, Tiger.”

Jackson is touchy, but not smooth. He fidgets with your clothes, tugs your sleeve, leans on you like a needy dog. Sometimes, when you’re resting, he’ll lie on the floor beside you, arms crossed under his head, just listening to your breathing.

He doesn’t just like having you around. He needs it. If you disappear for even a little while, he gets sloppy. Meaner.

He doesn't get jealous easily, He knows you like him, and he likes you, and you settle for something you didn't like, but there's still moments. Jackson once killed a survivor just because they made you laugh. “That wasn’t even a funny joke,” he said, wiping blood off his jaw. “You laugh way prettier when it’s me.”

He builds you to think. All the time. A box that plays your own laugh. Rigs the lights to play your favorite song when you flick them on in your workroom. Sets up a dumbwaiter from your bedroom and the kitchen after you got sick one day.

At night, when everything is quiet and the survivors have stopped screaming, he talks more slowly. Sometimes you wake up to him brushing a thumb across your cheek, looking confused by how calm he feels. “Didn’t think I could like anyone this much,” he’ll mumble, then pretend he didn’t say anything.

Sometimes, when the day’s done and the blood is dry, he’ll lay with his head in your lap and ramble. About anything. About his brother, about the barn, about some stupid memory from when he was a kid. He never asks you to talk. He just wants you there.

And a little oneshot because its been rotting in my docs

You didn’t expect a honeymoon. Not really. But you sure didn’t expect this either.

Jackson’s strung up lights infront of the porch. Real ones, yellow bulbs borrowed from god knows where. They're draped around meat hooks nailed into anything high enough like party decorations, swaying gently over rust and dried foliage.

He gestures with a dramatic sweep of the arm, looking far too pleased with himself. “Ta-da!”

“…It’s beautiful?” you offer, stepping over what might’ve once been a person.

Jackson beams. “Knew you’d like it! Nothin’ else I could think of that i hadnt done before.”

You watch him toss Hilda from hand to hand, his suspenders slightly askew, a faint smear of something red on his cheek. He’s sweating. Not from effort, excitement.

“Wait,” you say, sniffing. “Is that… lemon?”

He straightens proudly. “Cleaned the patio with that citrus oil you mentioned. 'Cause I’m romantic, darlin’.”

You laugh. The sound echoes. And before you can say anything else, Jackson’s crossing the space in three long strides, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

“Married now,” he whispers, lips brushing your neck. “That means I get to hold you whenever I want.”

“You already did that.”

“Yeah,” he grins. “But now it’s a legal right.”

You cackle as you lean back into him, tilting your head so he can nuzzle under your ear. “You gonna be a good husband?”

“Oh, I’m gonna be the worst husband,” he breathes, voice low and dangerous and reverent. “I’m gonna cause so much trouble for you, they’ll name caution signs after us.”

You turn to face him, fingers slipping into the loops of his suspenders. “Promises, promises.”

He barely reacts to your teasinng, just admiring you.

“…You’re really mine, huh?” he whispers.

You nod. “'Til death-”

“Already done that part,” he interrupts with a grin, then kisses you like you haven't already left lipstick all over his face.

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Me when ppl (me) draw Tenna fat

Based on this

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"I asked ChatGPT-" okay well I asked one of the skyrim innkeepers, and she told me to slay the dragon at Autumnwatch Tower and then she glitched through the floor and I had to reload a save

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Low-key hilarious how 95% of Dragonborn end up with a Hoard. Absolutely peak intersection of narrative and game design. You consume ONE dragon soul and next thing you know you’ve got 175 wheels of cheese. You learn like 3 whole words in Draconic and you’ve got poor Lydia pack-muling candelabras across the fjords. I personally mostly Hoarded precious metals and gems, but I’ve seen people who Hoarded books and pelts and, like…there is No mechanical reward for this. Players just love to Hoard shit in that game. Absolute Dragon behavior.

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Begging someone to turn this into a threadville oc template

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IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO FIGURE OUT WHAT THIS SCENE REMINDED ME OFF, AND IT'S FUCKING STEWIE OMG

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Dolph Laserhawk x Female Reader Headcanons!

He leaves you for a man.

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Leaving these silly goobers here

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PSA!!!! This is a scam on AO3!!

This is a scam!!! Got this message last night and then the reply early this morning. I’ve looked around Reddit and it seems like there are ppl (and sometimes bots) who will comment under your fic saying they’re artists and that they want to draw your characters or something. They will charge money!

This person was signed in but this was their first comment and they had a really generic bio w no other promo to another site or anything. And see how they don’t even name any characters or any details from the actual story? Also, if they were a fan artist they should be able to name one part they like about your story that they specifically want to use!

I did blur out the name on the slightest off chance that they are a real person and just have never interacted in fandom before. When I get to my laptop I will be replying to decline and let them know that I’m not looking for a commission, and rhat this is fanfic which means I don’t own the characters, then deleting the thread.

Stay safe out there guys!!!

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Everyone is talking about ha ha funny Rayman being a bad guy, but Captain Laserhawk: A Blood Dragon Remix is maybe one of the best TV shows I've seen in a really really really fucking long time

Incredibly antifascist, great queer and disability rep, and a FUCKING BATSHIT GODDAMN INSANE PLOT that takes itself as seriously as a heart attack every single second it happens.

Rabbids are there. Cowgirl tits. The main character is a twink named Dolph Laserhawk who fucks a big white-haired bear from the fucking game The Crew.

What is going on anymore how did this get made?? This was UBISOFT how the FUCK did this get MADE-

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I swear the Laserhawk fandom is just Rayman fans who are mostly here for the weird little alien dude.

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Chilchuck’s divorce