captainsharkyy

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers Animated (2007) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Blitzwing (Transformers)/You, Starscream (Transformers)/You Characters: Megatron (Transformers), Blitzwing (Transformers), Starscream (Transformers), Blackarachnia (Transformers), Lugnut (Transformers), Swindle (Transformers), Reader Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Suicide, Flirting, Biting, Sexual Tension, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Masturbation, Predator/Prey, Blood and Gore, Blood and Injury, suicidal idealization, Manipulation, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, everybody wants that cookie, References to Depression, Mental Health Issues, Smut, Eventual Romance, Fluff and Smut, Angst, implied male reader, Sticky Sexual Interfacing (Transformers) Summary:

Pink energon spilled out from under your servo, flowing from your neck cables down to your chassis. You stared at your attacker with wide, petrified optics from the wrecked ground of the Decepticon Capital, Kaon City. His sadistic grin towered over you, and from it spilled laughter which boomed like a freight train. He, however, soon left to heed the calls of his superior.

As you leaned against rubble, frozen, all you could think about was the pain in your neck and how hot your plating felt.

[captainsharkyy]

A quick drabble as I try to escape the Writers Block I was trapped in:

They Hear You

Yandere!Self-Aware!Dandy's World x Reader

Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors, swearing

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They weren't entire sure when the first heard you. Nor were they sure why you were the first one they heard.

At that point, they had all long since become used to 'Players' in the 'game'. Using their bodies and facing against twisteds. Some people played many runs a day. Others used their bodies for 'roleplays'.

They were painfully familiar with all the copies of them that existed. Them being made to say things as their God created more. Tweaked things about them.

They always knew they were never real. But when they heard you?

They felt real.

Oh, so real.

You spoke. Often blabbling to yourself, unaware they could hear.

Even if they didn't remember the day they first heard you, they remember exactly what you said.

"Dang it, everyone's gone... I'm so fucked..."

And all of them heard. Even if many were not on the floor, they all heard.

And then you left. Shortly after dying. But before that,

You kept talking.

Babbling to yourself, asking Finn to leave you alone so you could complete that last machine, and giving up when a blackout occurred.

And when you rejoined the game later?

They heard you again.

--☆☆☆--

Everyone's reactions were different.

Some, like Boxten, were initially skeptical of you. Others, like Rodger, were curious. And even more, like Goob, were excited.

Shrimpo was angry.

How are they able to hear someone now? How dare it be you! HE HATES YOU!! HE HATES THAT HE LOVES HEARING YOU SPEAK, TOO!!

Shelly wondered if you liked her.

But none are as interested in you as Dandy is.

Oh! How she hoped you liked dinosaurs! What's this? You're wearing a dinosaur hoodie for good luck? Wow! You do love dinosaurs! You two would be great friends!

Glisten was surprised when he learnt how much you liked him.

He's your favorite? Well, why wouldn't he be! And look at you constantly trying to stay around his Twisted self. How sweet of you! Don't go leaving him now, though...

What's this about a 'Dandy Run'? Are you trying to ignore him?

He hates it when you don't buy from the shop.

So his stock is bad? He'll improve it! Huh- stop calling him 'Baldicus Baldifer' already!

He's the first Toon that falls in love with you.

The others are quick to follow.

--☆☆☆--

Soon things about your game start to change.

First they're weird, but small. Almost unnoticeable.

Like Twisteds being significantly less aggressive. Targetting anyone else you're playing with, seeming to do anything to avoid damaging whoever you're playing as. And if you do aggro them, they seem to lose aggro almost instantly.

But they do stay close. And never aggro on you when chasing the others.

Once you played Brightney and tried to get the Twisteds to aggro on you instead of anyone else.

It didn't work.

Then the changes get more noticeable.

You mention wanting research for a toon? Suddenly, their Twisted is on the next floor! And the one after that! And they're on there until you're satisfied!

They just want you to be happy.

Do you need a heal? Well, Dandy's shop is now selling both band-aids and medkits! And the next floor has a whole bunch littered about!

They don't want you to go. Go on, speak some more. They love hearing you talk.

You soon started to notice these changes. Often voicing your confusion. Especially when you started to get tons more ichor and research than ever.

Then the incident occured...

--☆☆☆--

It was a day not too different from any other.

But you were complaining about how every attempt at a Dandy Run failed, how you were just desperate to encounter him to complete the unlock requirement for Astro.

And Dandy heard these complaints. And he was annoyed.

Do you hate him? Were you trying to ignore him?

Then he realized it was just your silly little completionist brain.

My, aren't you just a silly thing, dewdrop! Had him worrying there, hehe.

So he decided to solve this little problem for you.

It didn't take long for the entire team you were with to be wiped out on the earlier levels, much to your disappointment. This wasn't even a Dandy Run, just your average Main Hunt.

Just ignore how the Twisteds were all rarer and weirdly aggressive...

And when you remarked about how you were going to die soon, it took everything in Dandy for him not to just jump out and tell you to wait a moment for his surprise.

Then, the elevator opened up to the next floor. And Dandy nearly grinned when the Toon you were playing ceased to move.

The floor was littered in research. Clearly over 100 capsules at least. And roaming past? A Twisted Dandy.

Immediately, he heard you start panicking. Wondering how he spawned despite the fact you were consistently buying things from him.

So you quickly just started collecting research, barely noticing how Twisted Dandy didn't aggro on you. Just roamed nearby. Always staying close.

Then you got confused how this floor had well over 100 capsules of Dandy research. It took one floor for you to have enough research for his trinket.

But this incident weirded you out. You were concerned your game was hacked. You didn't want to get banned.

So you stopped playing.

And they were NOT happy.

Thankfully, they figured out how to reach out to you in other Roblox games.

And Roblox just so happened to have your phone number for voice chat...

--☆☆☆--

The texts seemed to never end.

Questions of why you left. Begging you to return. Offering you anything you want to come back.

You kept blocking the unknown numbers. It didn't stop the texts.

You thought you were hacked.

And you soon decided to reply to one of these texts once to beg them to leave you alone.

Didn't you like my surprise?

You questioned what the surprise was.

Well, you wanted to encounter my Twisted form, yes?

This isn't Dandy.

Who else would he be other than Dandicus Dancifer himself?

You told them to leave you alone.

Come back to the game first and the texts will stop, dewdrop.

Why should you trust him?

Why shouldn't you?

--☆☆☆--

You returned to the game.

You don't know why. You're desperate and rather not change your phone number or Roblox account.

Even though you probably should've just deleted Roblox.

Oh well, you could just do it after this, couldn't you?

You think they'd let you go that easily?

Upon loading up, you spawned in one of the elevators on a private server you never bought.

They love you.

You had your classic Roblox avatar.

They're not losing you.

You began asking questions, demanding answers from the game.

They love you they love you they love you.

You didn't get a response.

Love love love love love love love love love love love.

They were all in awe.

Because, finally, after so long...

They could see you.

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Some progress art w Dream BBQ coming out!! i love ena sm rips hair out

[captainsharkyy]

Subspace x reader enemies to lovers!

oh my days I almost DIED just writing this thing

this was painful to write to the ending may seem quite rushed aAAAAAAA I’M SORRY

regardless, this is the last thing on the agenda! so just sit back and enjoy the fic :>

…I hope my blog is still alive enough for people to appreciate it…

credits to one of my friends on Discord for helping me with this!

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You loved participating in phights. It was your job and hobby and you really couldn't ask for a better life. The once-mundane days took a turn for the better once you joined the roster. Now you work alongside other Phighters as well as the Flipside duo to give the residents of the Inpherno some daily entertainment and to you, your daily income.

Your job was great, and the people you worked with were wonderful. Despite not knowing them because the majority came from other factions, they were still welcoming and hospitable to you, their new teammate. Sometimes. It depends on whether or not they were matched up against you for the day. Their teamwork with you was always impeccable and synchronisation was on-point. Still, one person was on the roster where harmonisation and unity could never be found in any of your books. No, instead of strategising and executing meticulously planned attacks, the both of you would fight over who gets the last hit. Even when the both of you worked together, you would still bicker with him like an old married couple.

It was Blackrock's infamous mad scientist, Subspace T. Mine.

You two could never agree on anything, be it which direction to ambush enemies from or what colour would look good on the other.

All the Phighters still remembered the latter. You and Subspace started an entire 30-minute argument debating that alone...

While waiting for your scheduled phight, you saw Subspace sitting on a bench and polishing one of his Biografts with a small cloth. As usual, to you, he was dressed like an absolute buffoon. The look on his face was one of tranquillity and care as he tended to his Biograft. So, you being you...you decided to ruin that moment for him.

"Oi, Subflop! Dressed like a walking fashion disaster again, huh? When will you switch that old Blackrock attire for something more stylish?"

Subspace looked up from his cleaning, his once peaceful and calm demeanour shattering. His face fell, and an annoyed groan escaped his lips.

"(Y/N), shut up!! It's not like you know any better to begin with!! You look like something from a sitcom during the 1900s, so you have no right to criticise me for my fashion sense!!"

"If I told you to shut up, your mouth would probably hurt from all that rot!"

"You little-"

As the both of you started bickering over another useless topic, Valk and Dom walked in to signal that the map was ready for the grounds of another phight...only to watch you and Subspace all up in each other's faces again. Valk watched on in mild shock and Dom just let out a weary sigh. By then, even the Flipside brothers were well aware and accustomed to the constant quarrels between the both of you.

"Looks like the phight's underway before it even started, huh...?"

After one long and tiring year, the Christmas season was here. Valk and Dom had the oh-so-wonderful idea of throwing a Christmas party to celebrate. They invited all the Phighters, including Subspace.

This time, you added extra precautions to ensure nothing could go wrong during that day. Not for you, at the very least. You could care less about what happened to Subspace. Although...recently, you've been feeling a little weird inside.

Long gone was your loathing for him. By now, you've accustomed yourself to the name-calling, all the teases and insults...but instead of feeling pure hatred towards him for the daily jabs, you felt warm inside. A sense of familiarity. It was almost affectionate, in a sense. It was as if, just for once in your life, you cared about what happened to him.

Your mind wandered to the events of what happened a few days ago. Of course, given the rivalry between the both of you, none of you would give up the opportunity to mock each other during the party. Hence, Subspace gave you a dare.

Dress in your usual Phighter outfit. Not a suit, not anything stupid like a carrot costume. Just you and the outfit you always wore while phighting.

Of course, who were you to say no? You accepted the dare despite the risk of standing out like a sore thumb and decided to go along. Then again, what’s the fun of a dare without a little self-implemented twist? This was a party, after all. It didn’t have as strict of a dress code as phights.

So, you got to work on your new fit. You added a few details here and there, such as a small bow tie and slightly more casual outerwear compared to your Phighter outfit. “It retains the same vibe,” you thought to yourself, “just a few new modifications here and there.”

After many days and nights, you finally finished your final touchups. It was elegant, yet casual. Your gear rested by your side, strapped on via your belt. You opted for a hat you liked, but never got to wear due to the nature of Phights. Gone were the usual armour pieces you wore, allowing you to opt for comfortable clothing. And you finished all that just in time too, for the party was two days away, on Saturday.

Now all you had to do was get through one more day of Subspace’s mockery and teasing.

He wasn't gonna make it easy for you, was he? Of course not...it was Subspace, after all. Since when has he done anything other than annoy you?

This phight, however, the both of you were on the same team. Despite the many rounds the both of you played together, it would not change the fact that no one was willing to give up the rivalry and work together.

As the round kicked off and the Phighters got at each other's throats, so did you and Subspace...

"Come on, Midspace! When are you gonna man up and go for some close combat?!"

You flashed him a cocky grin as you rushed at the Phighter whose health Subspace slowly whittled down and finished him off with your gear. All he could do was groan in annoyance as he got another kill assist...which he now had four of. You, on the other hand, had stolen four kills from Subspace.

"Leave me alone, (Y/n)!! Just let me get some kills for my reputation as the greatest scientist of Blackrock!!"

You cackled in his face, as you always did to taunt him. It had become a staple of your day to do anything in your power to annoy him. Unfortunately, you didn't watch your step and walked right into one of the bright blue target marks on the floor- Rocket's phinisher. A loud blast and a panicked screech from you was all it took for him to divert his attention from your ally, Coil, and face your injured self. You tried to plead with Coil for help, but he was already gone to heal Scythe, who had also been caught in Rocket's phinisher earlier.

It was now a deadly 1 on 1 between yourself and Rocket. You were severely wounded and below 50% HP. Rocket was still in good condition and could definitely hit you from where he stood. The outcome of the match was clear as day.

Furthermore, this phight was one of the Annihilate matches, and it was going to end soon. Your team was behind by three kills. The score was 24-27, and there were only forty-five seconds left on the clock.

Forty-five seconds. More than enough time for Rocket to finish you off.

A smug grin formed on Rocket's face as he launched himself up in the air. You could see his darkened silhouette in the bright daylight as he aimed his rocket launcher at you with his prosthetic arm.

"Time to blow stuff up!"

Rocket's projectiles caused damage spanning over a large area, and you knew that. With your reduced movement speed due to your injuries, you knew that you wouldn't be able to outrun the missile.

As you closed your eyes, waiting for the final blow and for the counter to increase itself by one, you felt a harsh jab to your side. You fell over, gasping in pain as you glanced up at your saviour who took most of the damage for you, leaving you at 15 HP instead.

Subspace. That cocky, arrogant Phighter who you hated. Or so you told yourself.

"Out of the way!! Witness MY GREATEST INVENTION!!"

Rocket tried to flee, but it was too late. He was rendered helpless as he was sucked into the swirling vortex created by the crystal. Before anyone could react, five shots were fired behind Rocket. At last...the tie was broken. 25-27.

The counter went up in your favour. 27-27. Scythe and Coil both had triumphant grins on their faces as they rushed back to the battlefield, Coil immediately connecting his coil to you to regenerate your lost HP.

"We got 'em good! Those suckers won't be respawning for the rest of the match!"

Your blood froze as you saw the enemy Slingshot turn the corner. The four of you had been found. Slingshot's eyes locked with yours. He noticed everything about you- the pained look in your eyes, the way you grasped your arm in pain...he knew you were vulnerable.

And if attacking you meant that he could have a final shot at settling the score despite putting himself in danger, he would do it. He dealt damage faster than you could heal, and Slingshot knew it.

He pulled back the band of his slingshot, aiming for a kill... and the win.

"Nice try- agh!"

A quick slash to his back caused him to release the projectile just before it fully charged. It struck you just as you reached 50 HP. 30 HP left...and twenty seconds on the clock.

Scythe rematerialised behind him, a faint teal mark hovering over his torso.

"Leaving so soon?"

Not even Slingshot's shoes could save him from the wrath of your three teammates. Scythe took advantage of her mark to land a good slash. Subspace finally hit one of his tripmines and managed to deal long-term poison damage. Even Coil could land a hit with his projectiles.

But Slingahot had tricks of his own. Just as Scythe was about to finish him off with one final cut to the back, he deftly stepped to the side.

Scythe and Coil were almost out of tricks.

As Slingshot hovered in midair and charged up for another shot, your blood went cold as you remembered one single fact.

Singshot's projectiles charged up two times faster when he was in midair.

Ten seconds remaining on the clock. Scythe missed her Chasing Flourish, and Coil missed his Combo Breaker. All their efforts to stop Scythe had failed, and you were going to die. You knew it.

Scythe and Coil were both out of tricks...but Subspace was not.

Slingshot was battered and bruised, but he had his eyes on you as he prepared to fire the finishing shot.

He did not have eyes for the tripmine to his right, however. One wrong step and the quiet beeping of the tripmine was replaced by an ear-piercing bang.

28-27. Three...two...one. The voice of the announcer over the speakers confirmed it- your team had secured victory.

As all ten Phighters piled into the back of Zuka's van, you glanced over at Subspace. He seemed to be deep in thought about something. His eyes seemed to be glancing at every detail on the ground, from the stray breadcrumbs to the neat ridges imprinted in the rubber flooring.

"What's on your mind, Subspace...?"

His one eye widened at your voice. He couldn't recall when was the last time you called him by his actual name instead of yet another insulting term.

"...nothing much, (Y/N). Just...forget it."

You could see his face flush slightly, but you ignored it and just stared out the van as it drove along the dirt pavement back to Crossroads. You were thinking back to the events of that phight. You thought about how Scythe and Coil showed up at the right time, about how you almost caused your team to lose and how Subspace saved you back there...wait.

Subspace saved you.

Instead of prioritising your downfall, he actually went out of his way to save you.

During previous matches, he wouldn't care if he caused the entire team to lose. Subspace didn't care if he had to respawn after that, he didn't care if anyone got injured...if he could do something that hindered you in any way, he would do it. But this time...he saved you.

"Why did you help me?" You asked. "You usually try your best to make sure I die, but you assisted me this time."

Subspace stayed silent for a moment, his eye seemingly fixed on a random spot on the ground. He looked up at you, his gaze averted.

"...I just wanted to win this time. Don't get too comfortable with it."

And just like that, he went back to staring at the ground like it was no big deal. Although this time, you could have sworn he was stealing small but subtle glances at you every now and then.

24th December. The day of the Christmas party, and another day you'd have to see that damned Subspace.

As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you couldn't help but feel proud of your handiwork. You managed to transform your usual Phighter outfit into something so stylish.

You paced around your room, thinking to yourself. Your mind wandered to Subspace daring you to show up in your Phighter outfit.

The more you pondered over that day, the more confused you were by your prior decision. Why did you agree to go along with it? Why were you still sticking with the dare?

"Well," you told yourself, "I like this outfit. It's something I'd wear on a daily basis, minus the armour plates. Yeah...that's why."

Your mind wandered to what Subspace would be wearing at the party. Would he be wearing a suit? Would he be going casual? It wasn't like the Flipside brothers organised a fancy ballroom party after all, it was just a celebratory party located in a rented villa. Perhaps Subspace would look nice? Wait...

...why did you care about how he would look?

Did you truly hate him? Or was it just something you told yourself on a regular basis just to mask how you really felt for him?

Ah, you had more issues to worry about anyway. The party would start in half an hour, after all. You added the final touches to your look and left the house only to be greeted by a blanket of snow coating the soft grass. There was a snowstorm the previous night, so everything looked like something out of Blackrock.

...Blackrock...you wondered. Did Subspace put on winter wear whenever he wasn't working? Did he look cute in it?

"No!" You reprimanded yourself. But the more you tried to deny it, the weaker your own rebuttals became.

You had fallen for the mad scientist after who knows how long.

It was almost expected, in a way. Although you hated each other, this also meant that the both of you knew each other well...but used that information against each other instead.

Maybe things would be different if the both of you stopped mocking each other. Maybe you should buy him his favourite coffee with some nice toppings...

You were deep in thought as you walked towards the bus stop. Your eyes were fixed on the soft snow, your mind already somewhere else, drifting away like the little snowflakes in the sky.

You also did not notice the person in front of you.

Bumping into the individual, you let out an "oof" as you fell to the floor with a soft thump. As the both of you met each other's eyes, you were filled with a mix of irritation and...infatuation...?

Subspace Tripmine was standing in front of you. In a suit.

He even had a small white rose tucked into his pocket like he was going to some romantic ball.

A small blush crept onto your cheeks as you took in his appearance. For once, you actually thought he looked quite attractive.

You didn't know it, but he did too.

Now instead of it being a dispute about who was the better Phighter, it was a silent war between the both of you as to who would confess first.

You saw the signs. So did Subspace. But denial can only last so long...

"Hey...you look nice."

Subspace was, for once, actually calm when he spoke to you. It was almost as if he was trying to act like a decent and civilised individual for once.

"Thanks...for once, you don't look too bad yourself, hm?"

"What do you mean?! When do I not look good?!"

"Every other time, Fartspace."

"You-!!"

Despite the romantic tension in the air, the both of you still found something to fight over...but soon enough, the chat was less of two rivals bickering... and more of two hopeless romantics trying to express their interest in the other in the most subtle way possible, but failing horribly at it.

Well, it was mostly you trying to get him to confess.

"If only we talked like this more often...maybe we'd be dating by now."

"Trying to swoon me, (Name)?"

"Swoon you? Please, since when did I ever try to swoon you, poison-tongue?"

Internally, Subspace was a blushing mess. He'd long since realised his true feelings for you, and he knew you were starting to catch on. He knew you just wanted to see him flustered, and it was working perfectly.

By the time the bus finally arrived, the both of you had faint pinkish tints on your cheeks. The both of you flirted with each other to the Banlands and back, and you almost felt...closer to him, in a sense. You did get to know him better. You knew his favourite pastry now, his type of coffee...heck, the both of you even managed to chat about life outside of Phights.

But despite the prior rivalry, you didn't want to use that information to annoy or mock him. No, you wanted to do something nice for him instead.

Maybe you'd ask if he'd like to go to the nearby cafe with you. Just the two of you. Perhaps even call it a date, just for funsies.

Unfortunately for the both of you, you both had to part ways at the villa. Subspace wanted to meet up with Hyperlaser for some discussions, and you had your friends you wanted to find.

"Well, guess this is it, Subspace. I'll see you around, yeah?"

"Sure thing...!! Don't think this means our rivalry is over, though!!"

Subspace waved at you as you walked off to find your friends. Hyperlaser stood behind Subspace, waiting for him to send you off.

"I'll see you later..."

His voice dropped to a whisper so only he could hear the next words that left his mouth.

"...my sweetest poison-berry."

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and that’s it for this fic! hope you all enjoyed, and do drop a request into my inbox or feedback if you have any!

thank you for reading! :D

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Down Arachnus Prime ❗❗❗

ELITARACHNUS YEEEEEEAH💥💥💥 (oplita)

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They're an out of touch grabdpa and his cool grandson to me

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My Roblox avatar turned oc:

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chat i miss him so much

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the answer🦋

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forgor to post but,,, happy late new year!!

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“A well deserved rest”

Fake art collab w/ ur tfa oc and my tfa y/n pls reblog ur art to me!

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Drops this off and goes back into hibernation

Puppy Princess (Hot Freaks)

ShrimpoxReader fluff!!!

Tags/warnings: bullying, violence, gore, blood, mentions of swearing, injuries, fluff, kissing, cuddling.

Toon!Reader!

This took me more than a week and it's not even that long!? Also I'm working on a new format hope you like it. I seriously love Shrimpo like this is no joke gulps😣

You stood still in shock, shivering in place while listening to the laughter of the toons who had done this to you: Glisten and Tisha.

You never were able to figure out what went wrong between you and Glisten. For whatever reason, he just never liked you. Soon enough, he had roped Tisha into his sick little games with you too. That brings you to where you are now, your walk back to your room from Brightney's book club having been interrupted by Glisten, an empty bucket, and a sick joke.

"Sorry," he sneered at you, "You looked like you could've used a shower. I thought you liked cold water," Tisha laughed along side him.

You didn't exactly have the best day today. All you had for breakfast today were cold eggs and a single piece of burnt toast, Sprout had snapped at you for accidentally getting Cosmo cut by grabbing his attention while he was using scizzors, you had fallen off a ladder while putting some books back in the library and hit your head too hard for your liking, and now having been splashed with freezing cold water. Frustrated with the events of today, you could feel your emotions coming up, up, up, until you felt your eyes sting and hot tears poured down your face, your shoulders bouncing with your hiccups.

Glisten and Tisha's mouths formed into wide grins, "Awe, are you crying? Don't be so dramatic," Mocked Glisten.

"God, just-" you sniffled, "leave me alone!" Running to your room, you slipped and nearly fell if only you hadn't grabbed your doorknob to pull yourself up and locked your door tight once inside. You slid down against the door until you were sitting and hugged your knees close to your chest and cried for a bit, still shivering. Just a few seconds later you finally registered that you were freezing. You sloppily wiped away your tears and the water, the majority of your face still soaked however, and got a fluffy towel out of a drawer and stripped out of your soaked clothes to scrub yourself dry and then changed into some comfy clothes. You hugged yourself with a small smile, already feeling a bit better.

You violently jumped in place when incredibly loud, violent banging came from your door. You turned to the noise with a pout,

"Go away, Glisten!" Came your sullen voice. "I already told you to leave me alone." All you wanted to do was curl up under the covers of your bed and sleep until tomorrow came.

You heard a growl of frustration from behind the door before a familiar voice spoke, "Glisten doesn't bang on doors, idiot!" You blinked one, twice, at the door in surprise. What would Shrimpo want with you at this time? Internally, you dreaded the idea that Glisten had gotten him to pick on you with himself and Tisha and that did not want to make you open the door. But, you figured you might as well see what he wants, maybe that would make him go away faster. With a defeated sigh you unlocked your door and cracked it open so you could poke your head out.

Behind your doorway stood Shrimpo with his arms crossed over his chest, looking at you with a sharp glare. Your relationship with Shrimpo had been a bit of an enigma for a long while now, he always said he hated you and whatever you did, just like he did with all the other toons, but after a while he seemed to get the slightest bit less bothered by your existence. Sure you were nice to him, always wishing him a goodmorning or a good day or a goodnight with a warm smile, and you never really saw him in any bad light despite his short temper and frequent dendencies to be both narcisisstic and a bully, but that was just the good samaratin within you. However, deep down you wanted someone to truly call a friend. Every toon in Gardenview had someone to call a friend, however nobody seemed to deem you worthy of that title.

You did know that the same could be said for Shrimpo, however for more obvious reasons. Truly, you hoped that one day the two of you could be friends. Although, as of recently, you would be lying if you said you didn't like him more than as a potential friend. More than once you had caught yourself thinking of how cute he was.

"What is wrong with you?!" Shrimpo shouted, and you whinced a little. "I hate hearing you cry!"

You blinked, "oh," your voice was small, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you, Shrimpo." Shrimpo's room was next to yours, you wondered if he could hear you cry at night whenever your feelings overwhelmed you. "It's- It's nothing, really." While slinking back inside, an orange hand forced your door back open.

"I hate secrets! Tell me what happened, now!" He demanded.

You swallowed a lump in your throat, "I... Glisten, uh, threw some water on me. But, I'm fine now!" You smiled, yet you knew he could see through your thinly veiled façade, "really..." You could hear Shrimpo's throat rasp in a growl. "Have a good night, Shrimpo."

Your back pressed against the door with a yawn, and you heard Shrimpo stomp off. You let out a tired hum and dove under the soft covers of your bed and snuggled against a pillow before closing your eyes. Only a few minutes later you awoke to the sound of glass shattering and muffled yelling and cussing and other chatter. You got up, rubbing your eyes, and left the comfort of your room to investigate the noise.

You stopped only a few steps into the hallway leading to the kitchen. Surrounded by half of the other toons was Shrimpo beating up Glisten, and you could see Tisha to the side was targeted as well. Was he doing this because of what Glisten had done to you earlier? The thought made your heart thump a little faster and your face flush with a soothing warmth no blanket or jacket could ever offer.

"Shrimpo!" However, you couldn't just let this happen. "Shrimpo, stop!" Glisten was bleeding, blood stained the wooden flooring, the liquid coated his attacker's fists. Glisten was terrified, and Shrimpo was not relenting at all. "Please, that's enough, Shrimpo!" He could have killed him.

You had to physically drag the crustacean away from Glisten, and as soon as you did the others flocked around the flashy toon concerned and loud. As you looked at Shrimpo's face, you could see that he wasn't unscathed from this encounter, as he had cuts and some bruising around his face and arms. You also noticed how his seething expression in the fight softened to a more tame angry one once you got him away from it.

"Come on," you spoke, your arms wrapped around one of his, "I can take care of your wounds." You would much rather deal with light scratches and bruising rather than deep gashes that bled profusely. Your heart was pounding from having taken in such a gruesome sight, yet also because the one who caused it was allowing you to touch him and bring him to your room.

Closing your door and flicking the light switch on, you prompted Shrimpo to sit at the edge of your bed while you got a spare med-kit from a drawer in your bathroom. You quickly returned to your main room and sat next to Shrimpo, who looked at the floor with a softer expression that seemed more annoyed than angry. You coated a cotton ball in antibacterial alcohol and turned to the crustacean,

"Can you look at me, please? I'd like to clean your wounds," you said. He complied after a moment more of staring down your floorboards and turned his head to look at you. With a gentle hand you cupped the side of his face, "this will hurt a bit," and you softly dabbed the wet cotton ball at an open cut, earning a hiss of pain from the toon. "Shh, shh, shh, it's okay. It's okay." You couldn't help but comfort him despite the little damage he had taken. "You're gonna be okay." He had earned it, you think.

Finishing up on his face, you moved down to dab the alcohol over the cuts and bruises on his arms. With this, you failed to notice how red in the face Shrimpo was.

"Shrimpo," your voice was soft, "why did you... beat up Glisten?" You discarded the cotton ball and reapplied the alcohol onto another and dabbed the cool liquid over a mean bruise.

"Because I hate him!" You expected that answer. "I hate his face! He's always so mean to you and you never stick up for yourself! I really hate that about you!"

The cotton ball dabbing against his knuckles came to a hault, and you moved your head to look at him,

"You were... sticking up for me?" You asked, genuinely surprised.

Shrimpo's eyes widened after landing on your face and he looked away at your floorboards, his face looking reminescent of a tomato, "W-Well, of course I was!" His voice lost its personally unique angry and loud tone as he further went on, "of course I would- do- uh, I mean- I would-!!!" He promplty shut himself up.

You smiled at him, awfully flattered and sharply aware of your increased heartbeat. "How sweet of you, Shrimpo." You leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss on his cheek. The toon stilled in response while you moved to return to cleaning his knuckles, you were pretty sure he stopped breathing for a bit too. You hummed while putting away your supplies back in the med-kit, going to your bathroom to return the med-kit and discard of the dirty cotton balls.

Your feet padded against the floor before stopping by the end of your bed next to Shrimpo who sat stiff as a board and still studied every atom of your floorboards, "It's very late, so I don't want to keep you," you informed, yet the other toon made no effort to move. "Oh, wait!" A lightbulb came into your mind, "Astro's hosting a sleepover tonight!" Your voice turned somber, "but, he forgot to invite us, again..." Being sleepy all the time could lead to forgetfulness, you knew. But you weren't stupid, you knew that he hadn't forgotten to invite you and Shrimpo.

A smile crept onto your features and your eyes locked onto the toon beside you, "hey, Shrimpo, why don't we have our own sleepover?"

Said toon shot his head up to you, burning with anger, "I hate that you want to do something with me!" He exclaimed. You tilted your head as he went on, "and I hate that I really really want to, as well!"

Instantaneously, your face lit up with a bright smile. "Really? I'm so glad!" You slept better having someone beside you and knowing you weren't alone, anyway. You flicked the light switch off and opened the covers of your bed after sliding to one side, patting the open space beside you. Shrimpo plopped himself down beside you with a small huff and got comfortable on his side, closing his eyes. He even slept with an angry face. Too cute!

"I'm still awake!!!" Had you said that out loud? That totally wouldn't haunt you till your final moments. Swiftly you got comfortable on your side, facing away from Shrimpo.

"Um, goodnight, Shrimpo." You heard him mutter angry nothings to himself before quieting down again. Just as you were beggining to feel sleep take you for the night, arms wrapped firmly around your middle and a face pressed against your back. You sluggishly moved a hand over one of his with a sleepy smile. You should have sleepovers more often.

If you notice any mistakes, feel free to let me know. Hope you enjoyed!

[captainsharkyy]

Hi I'm not dead

I will be shutting down my requests for everything starting today. I get stressed way too easily on the daily and I've learned that taking reqs for writing or drawing isn't my sort of thing, especially when I'm severely burnt out or unmotivated or under high stress. I'll still post occasionally but not by anything asked of me, unless it's from a friend. Hope you understand, and thank you.

Edit: I WILL accept drawing requests again, as I am slowly getting my art drive back.

[captainsharkyy]

That's okay! I'll wait as long as it takes, even if that's never. The biggest thing is that the writer's comfortable

Thank you for understanding!

[captainsharkyy]

Your tags and writing say requests open, but the big words say requests closed...help. I wanna request smth but Im so confused;-;

Omg so sorry about that. Thank you for bringing this to my attention! I have fixed this and unfortunately my requests are still closed.

[captainsharkyy]

hii its vee x reader x glisten anon, i didnt mean canon x canon :3 all x reader yk anyway THANK YOU SO MUCH!! i know it was weird but i really appreciate ot :3333

Np! I'm glad you enjoyed it😁

[captainsharkyy]

this may seem odd to ask but can you make headcannons for vee x glisten x reader... i know its weird but i love them so much man

Hello, and thank you for requesting! I don't think this is a weird question at all but I did rearrange a few things if that's alright with you. I'm not sire if you wanted cannonxcannonxreader, but I don't do cannonxcannon, sorry. Either way, I hope you enjoy this!

VeexReaderxGlisten

• Everyone knows Vee and Glisten both love attention. You're no exception. When they both start dating you, you often find them fighting for your attention. One moment you're with Glisten getting all dolled up for nothing other than for fun, next you're up on Vee's gameshow getting asked questions with hints of jealousy.

• You can't help but feel frustrated over their actions. Out of all the toons you end up with the most flashy.

• You end up having a private conversation with the both of them about boundaries and the tug-of-war going on with them and you. Despite your distaste for their actions, you still love them and know they love you. You give them both cheek kisses after and have to stop the almost immediate fight between the the two.

• Eventually the three of you end up arranging a schedule of when they get to hang out with you seperately, days you all hangout together, and when you get your alone time seperately.

• On the days you all hangout together, Glisten does Vee's and your makeup and you and Glisten are on Vee's gameshow with another contestant that's not as important.

• To get past your toon handlers, you all come up with different ways to convince them to let you hangout together outside of show busniess. Most times you result to... other means. You throw some magic sleep dust in their faces you got from bribing Astro to give you and they're knocked right out.

• With your handlers out of the way you and your partners are free to do what you want! What you mostly do is go play outside if it's day or if it's night you'll lay on the grass and look at the sky.

• Toons aren't supposed to have other toons sleep in their rooms but you knew some rules just had to be broken. Sometimes you sneak Glisten and Vee in your room to have sleepovers or watch movies together.

• If you're a bit of a prankster you're not gonna pass up the oppurtinity to get your partners to help you prank others, toon handlers included! With a bit of convincing you get Glisten to help you make a glitter bomb of sorts, then you just have to wait for someone to walk into your trap. With Vee, you convince her to let you give toons a small punishment when they get answers wrong. That being, wrong answer, Vee presses a button hidden under her pedestal and the toon gets slime poured on them.

• Overall, you love your partners and you wouldn't change anything for the world.

Not sure how good this was because I've never written poly before.