#In Rodger's defense

[chocobje]

In the toodles au how is twisted goob like? Since in cannon he means no harm but he still accidentally hurts the toons how is he in the au?

Goobers turned like the others, but he did find Rodger in the end only for him to finish him off...

Even in the end he was trying to be hopeful (It didn't work)

ronu

[the-football-chick]

um, yikes

[apollo11fangirl]

We all know that Tony can't cook, but what if he can only cook Italian food. Like somehow Maria taught him how to cook her food really well. It's to the point that he can't stand any other Italian food that an't his own.

Rhody and Pepper know all about it, but the Avengers only learn when Steve tries to make some and Tony takes over the kitchen since Tony see him do it all wrong. The best team dinners when Tony cooks.

The same thing happens with British deserts thanks to Ana, Jarvis, and Peggy.

[starry-night-rose]

will I ever stop making new ocs?......NOPE!

Please welcome the newest staff members of Night Raven College

Ms. Margaret Parapluie

And Mr. Edward Rodgers

And joining her fellow students, we have Sabrina Von Puppe

[artyphex]

I've officially gotten someone trying to "call me out" for "defending VivziePop" on TikTok, people saying I'm a "VivziePop dickrider" and look I honestly to god do not see what I say as "defending" her, but fine, here's a defense

I think it's weird as fuck how people are so willing to say heinous things about a queer Latina woman the SECOND they find a target that's "acceptable." I think it's insane how people will dub her a pedophile and a zoophile, two of the worst things a person can be for, at worst, PG-13 art that is both ancient and taken SEVERELY out of context. I think the way people bend over backward to twist her words to have the worst meaning possible is bizarre

I won't be sorry for that. I DON'T have a personal opinion on VivziePop, I can't, she's a stranger, but I will never not see this behavior around her as 10x weirder than anything she's ever done. I think it's fucking gross how quickly the internet will turn on queer women the moment it has "permission."

I hate how uncritically it's done. I hate how blatant the double standard is compared to someone like Brandon Rodgers. It infuriates me, honestly. Some people out there should genuinely be ashamed for the behavior they express

TLDR: The worst thing a woman can be is successful and flawed

[horny-marbles]

I would love to see your headcanons for who's the most to least likely to sub for their partner! Whatever characters of your choice <3

hii!! this was honestly so fun to write :P these lowkey are kind of like a scenario split into hcs, idk why but that's just how my brain decided to go about it lol.

they're in order from most to least likely to sub :P also the prompt i worked with as a base for these is basically the reader bringing it up to them while in a relationship. i found it worked better than just writing who would do it voluntarily (because they wouldn't i'm afraid 💀). also also, gn partner!

enjoy!! <3

Creepypasta Submissive Headcanons (NSFW)

CW: dom/sub dynamics, a bit of brat taming?, degradation, a bit of bondage, spit, orgasm control/edging, dubcon at the end, oral (giving and receiving for both the characters and the reader), slight mention of trauma but nothing explicit

BEN Drowned

모 sex with him is generally you centric because he's always geeked off that grass and uses that as an excuse to be lazy and lay back while you ride his face and use his dick—he gets off anyway, so might as well let you do the work under the pretense of "Yeah babe you can use me, empowerment or whatever."

모 so when you bring up domming him, he doesn't even think twice about it. goes into it thinking it's just regular sex but on steroids. not because he's blind to what it means—he's been inside the internet, he's seen shit—but because it's you. and what will you do.

모 there would be a tiny brat-dom dynamic by default because, yeah he's down for whatever you bring up, but he cannot take it fully seriously. kind of difficult to do that when you're baked like a pastry.

모 you want him to address you with a superior nickname? "yes ma'am/sir/master" but he's rolling his eyes and sporting a shit eating grin the entire time because he thinks it's comical.

모 you demand that he doesn't jerk off unless you tell him to? definitely does it when he's nose deep between your legs just to see what you do about it. "What?? It's muscle memory babe, don't pretend it's not hot."

모 genuinely huffing and puffing if you tied his hands behind his back and edged him as punishment. talking shit up until the point he's twitching and rutting in the air when you stop touching him. then it's:

"Holy shit, OKAY I'm sorry, fuck, I'm sorry, just— babe-master, I'm getting dick cramps, come on,"

모 refuses to beg for about 10 seconds total. the moment you tease him again, "Ohhh my fucking god, please fuck me, please, I can't take this anymore, PLEASE make me cum".

모 balls deep inside you and choking on mindless thanks, making these broken, indignant whines if you told him to slow down.

모 all in all, however, he would be into it more than he expected. it doesn't become default freaky time because he does not have that kind of energy, but when it happens again, he'd lay off the brattiness.

모 aftercare is basically non-existent. he doesn't need it, he would just spark up again and hop on the game, but if you felt like you needed it, it would be more quality time than cuddles.

Toby Rodgers

𓌏 he's lowkey a closeted switch disguised as a feral fuck machine so when you bring it up he gets lowkey defensive, he feels CLOCKED.

𓌏 "What, s-so I don't fuh-fuck you good? That it?" "Is this a con-control thing? You want a-an excuse t-to bully me?" full 7 stages of grief like huh?

𓌏 eventually agrees grudgingly which, in other words, means he was fiending for this shit forever but he never surpassed preteen emotional maturity. so, coming to terms with being bossed around was a project in erosion (thanks Slender).

𓌏 he's acting like a stray dog at first, defenses up so high that you have to break character and remind him it's still just you and if he doesn't like something he can just tell you. didn't even establish a safe word because you thought this was going to fail from the start.

𓌏 it takes approximately 5 minutes of you easing him into it with gentle authority assertion until he melts and starts begging, just like that. you're half-way into calling him a good boy for making eye contact when you asked, and he's already whining.

𓌏 you specifically avoid degradation because you don't wanna push it. however, "Are you gonna be a good boy and stay still while I suck you off?" is exactly the moment where the puzzle pieces fall into place for him.

𓌏 "Yes, I'll— f-fuck I'll be the b-best fucking slut f-for you, please," oh okay. i thought we were— alright??

𓌏 barely a decent slut for you, canNOT stay still, but he tries. kind of. hips thrusting up too excitedly, cockhead ramming so hard in the back of your throat that you basically feel the bruise forming in real time. "S-shit, fuck, I'm sorry— I-I'm sorry, it's a t-tic, please d-don't stop." lies.

𓌏 quickly discovers he likes begging with his mouth full. your fingers, your underwear, you, anything. choking on messy “pl-please, c’n I cum, I’ll be g-good, I swear", so needy you would confuse his pleas for the begging of his victims.

𓌏 hot take or not, slight mommy/daddy kink. obvious reasons.

𓌏 so obnoxiously loud when you start degrading him. "You're that much of a worthless mutt? You can't even take what I give you and you're expecting me to let you cum?" groaning, whining, eyes glassy and mouth snarling like he's in pain, voice cracking when you have a hand around his throat, or a foot on his chest.

𓌏 when you finally let him cum, he sobs actual tears. voice breaking and wheezing from how begging in guttural groans scratched his throat the entire time. spit dripping down his neck from the gash in his cheek. whole body convulsing and tics flaring up like crazy. you can barely even hear the thanks he whispers breathlessly.

𓌏 so quick to clean his cum out of you if you asked.

𓌏 aftercare consists of him completely limp on top of you while you detangle his sweaty hair, muttering little praises in his ear, which he petulantly grunts away like you didn't just reduce him to whimpering mush.

Eyeless Jack

⚉ he's a predator by nature, so subbing isn't exactly something that's ever crossed his mind. but the thing with Jack is, he doesn't just do relationships. if you're partners, you're really fucking special to him, and by proxy he would jump into it just because he's devoted. so, your answer would be a short, certain "...Alright."

⚉ he's surprisingly a very good sport about it. the second you put your hand on his chest and push him down, he goes easy. obedient. no passive aggressiveness, no brattiness, no "I could flip this on you so quick". he just watches you from where he's propped up on his elbows with this unreadable expression like he's waiting for you to take him apart and it doesn’t even bruise his pride.

⚉ doesn’t beg, doesn’t whimper, doesn’t plead. but the second you tell him to stay still and open his mouth, he does. you’ll straddle his chest and he just tilts his head back, mouth parting obediently, waiting for your fingers, your taste, anything.

⚉ he'll sit and take whatever you give him, answers everything with short, respectful answers like it's something sacred. "You like being used, big boy?" "Yes, ma'am/sir." the only sign he’s into it is how fucking hard he gets from just serving you.

⚉ at one point you slap his hand away when he tries to jerk off without permission and he just freezes. like a dog being told to stay. stares at you with wide sockets and says, “...Apologies.” voice low, like it’s actually sincere.

⚉ takes edging mostly unphased, only grunting when you stop to watch his leaking cock twitch helplessly on his stomach. the restraint is borderline terrifying. HOWEVER, by the 5th, 6th time, he's panting, thighs shaking, hips thrusting in the air purely out of instinct.

⚉ you tie his wrists behind his back just for fun, and the moment you straddle him, his whole body tenses like a loaded weapon. he doesn't dare move until you tell him to. when you finally lean back and put your hands on his knees for leverage while riding him—bouncing, relentless—he jerks his hands against the ties, teeth bared in a hiss.

⚉ doesn't need praise, didn't react to it the entire time, but the moment you start huffing out little "so big, so obedient, such a good fucking toy for me" while he's balls deep inside you, his chest ruptures with a growl.

⚉ the only real, shaken reaction you'll get out of him is when you give him permission to cum. chokes on a growl, snarls "yes, fuck yes, yes—" through gritted teeth and starts pistoning into you from below.

⚉ doesn't need aftercare, but he just lays there with you like he’s resting after a blood ritual. no words. no movement. you curl into him and he shifts just enough to wrap an arm around your waist. breathes in slow, reverent, like he’d let you kill him if you wanted.

Brian Thomas

☹ bringing it up to him in a conversation would go south quickly. sex with him generally feels impersonal and more like a vessel for frustration, regardless of how long you have been together. letting his guard down is off the table.

☹ unless you manage to sneak it into the rare instance where he's allowing himself to relax just enough to soften a bit. where he kisses you slowly while stroking your back under the covers and his body succumbs to your gentleness, instead of crashing his mouth into yours with clenched teeth and shoving his hand in your underwear like fucking you as urgently as possible would take the weight off his shoulders.

☹ starting slow would be the best course of action. gently guiding his face to the side to drag your lips down his neck, feeling him through his shirt while whispering into his skin. "Relax, let me take care of you", "Let me take these off, baby", "Lift your hips for me."

☹ looks at you with these wary eyes and parted lips like he's so torn. but he lets you. lets you undress him, lets you get on top of him to kiss down his chest, down his stomach. lets you lick up his shaft instead of grabbing your hair and guiding you to take him in your mouth right off the bat. even fights himself to keep still and not rush you when you start teasing him.

☹ "So good for me, baby" while stroking from the base up and licking around his tip? he whimpers. genuine, meek, like that's enough to crack him open.

☹ hands will eventually fly to your hair on instinct. you'll grab his wrists and set them down back at his sides, not forcing them down but just holding your hands over them to remind. he wouldn't squirm, but he would tense. and "be a good boy for me and i'll give you what you want, okay?" is enough to get him biting his lip and breathe harder.

☹ the more you give, the more he gives back like it's natural. you take him deeper, relax your throat and let his cock slide down slowly, he groans so deep you can barely hear the "fffuck yes, thank you," but it's there. small and new and unsure, but coming out without resistance.

☹ praise, for anything and everything, and he melts into a puddle of breathy moans and shaking thighs. "Look at you, you look so fucking good on your knees for me" and his eyes would roll back in a muffled whine.

☹ surprisingly self controlled when you tell him just how to fuck you, but he's panting in your ear like it's painful not to pound into you when you keep him moving slowly. "F-fuck, you're so tight, please, just a bit... just— let me fuck you proper, please."

☹ does NOT take edging easily. crumbling by the second time he starts getting close, bucking up into your hand and sweating bullets.

☹ looks damaged when you let him cum. eyes wide, brows pinched together tightly, mouth wide open and slack and nothing coming out, like you punched the air out of his lungs.

☹ aftercare is silent and sticky with tight hugs and noses buried in each other's shoulders. won't say it out loud in a million years, but it felt cathartic.

Tim Wright

⦻ takes a LOT of convincing, a lot of reasoning, you even almost resort to making a google slideshow for him. however, it's clear from the get go he's not fully opposed to it with the way he's smirking every time you start your "hear me out" rant. he just wants to watch you reason with him just to fuck with you a little. mind games™

⦻ agrees EVENTUALLY. and he's deceptively composed when he gets on his knees for you. deceptive little grin when you spread your legs and pull him in. something's wrong.

⦻ "Tim." "What?? I'm on my knees, no? Ain't you supposed to call me a good boy?" before he dives in with his entire mouth right away. latches on and sucks like he's trying to prove something.

⦻ "Hm? Easier? Should've specified." "Maybe you should get rougher with me so I listen. C'mon, you wanted this, do I have to teach you?"

⦻ you do get rougher. yank him off you by the hair, hold him there and jerk his head while you scold him. he just looks up at you with low eyes and a sharp, toothy grin, like he's completely unphased by the sting but loving you getting riled up.

⦻ makes a show of jacking off after you specifically demanded that he doesn't, moaning a little extra when you slap his hand off his dick. "Shit, yeah, punish me baby, I've been sooo bad. Maybe you should tie me up too."

⦻ ends up cuffed for maybe 5 minutes while you alternate between fisting his cock and slapping it, before he somehow he ends up out of the restraint—maybe he slipped his hands out because you didn't want to be cruel by tying them too tight and giving him rope burn on his wrists, maybe he just undid the knot while you were focused on keeping him on the edge. either way, you end up yanked on top of him mid "petulant fucking manwhore".

⦻ "Come on, is that it? You're giving up that easy?" gives you no chance whatsoever to stop him from shoving inside you from below. it quickly morphs into thrashing for who fucks who, half him sloppily thrusting into you, half you wrapping both hands around his neck and bouncing on his dick while snarling.

⦻ a mess of spit. yours in his mouth, his on your chest, wetting the sheets, somehow in your hair. he looks like he's thriving while you're genuinely frustrated that he flipped it on you.

⦻ "Tim, come on—!" "Come on? Oh, you want me to cum on you? Fuck, ain't you gonna make me beg for it first?" mockery on 100% even though his voice is shaking by the unforgiving way he just slams into you, just challenging you to keep talking, keep trying, keep failing.

⦻ ruined orgasm. you haul yourself up right when he's starting to grunt low and breathless in his throat, over and over like he does when he's close. actually gasps when he starts pulsating and throbbing angry spurts on his own stomach, cock spasming frustrated and his expression so shocked, like you were the traitor.

⦻ no aftercare, only because he's moping that it felt like shit. you're so proud, and underneath all that huffing and puffing, he is too. silently.

Jeff the Killer

꒷꒦ ...right.

꒷꒦ so, you bring it up to him one night, soft and careful and fully aware of how stupid of an idea this is. hands cold, eyes on the floor, voice so meek and shaky he actually goes "HUH?" 3 times before you actually spit it out.

"Have you, um... thought about, like... letting me be the one in charge...? Like, when we fuck?" instant regret.

꒷꒦ he barks at you. genuinely cackling, eyes bugging a little extra, like that was just so hilarious. you're already backpedaling because you know you should've just kept this in the vault and jerked off to it in private instead.

"You wanna dom me? Hilarious babe, fucking hysterical."

꒷꒦ flips it so fucking fast, you don't even have time to open your mouth before he's on you. hand on your throat so tight you can feel your pulse in your temples, eyes sharp and manic and pinning you down. "You wanna sit on my dick and boss me around? Are you out of your fucking mind, bitch?"

꒷꒦ shoves you down at his feet so you fall face down next to his shoes. yanks you up by the hair and slams his crotch into your face, keeping you there until you're clawing at his legs for air. fucks your throat raw like he's trying to shut you up forever, pinches your nose when you start choking as if to punish you for even conjuring up the thought of flipping the dynamic. "Dominant little whore can't take a fucking blowjob?"

꒷꒦ fucks you like he's correcting you, no prep, no lube (unless you count the spit from your mouth already on his dick). ass up, face pushed in the pillows by his foot on the back of your head.

꒷꒦ "You need to have the stupid fucked outta you? Huh? Say you're stupid. Say 'that was the stupidest shit I done ever said in my life'." "I'm— I'm sorry, I—" "Say it or I'll fucking beat it out of you."

꒷꒦ you do not bring it up again. or maybe you do.

[fizzyboy]

hey fizzy if you woke up as a Blot one day how long would you survive against the toons?

Depends on who I run into, if I'm fully aware of my situation, and where I spawn.

If I was aware that I was blot, I would attempt to go for the Breaker route for evolution purely for long-term self-defense. Other than that, I would try to be pretty chill with everyone as long they don't try to kill me.

If I run into groups before all that happens, my best bet is Finn and Co. The worst outcom would be Rodger and Co. Either way, I stay out of the way unless I don't have a choice.

Blots don't need to eat or drink, so I could survive by being a coward if I wanted. But I don't, so I'm not gonna.

[dandysworldhcs]

stalking your blog oOoOo

Again, apologies for the ask, ik yall have a clogged inbox rn (if i can help lemme know)

headcanons be upon ye

Tisha has hand sanitizer on her at all times

Ginger is lesbian and has a crush on a certain festive friend of hers, but she doesn’t know yet. She’ll learn. (if the ginger/bobette ship doesn’t have a name, can I nominate pastrypresent)

Ace RnD! more ace representation dammit. Razzle is demiromantic, Dazzle is not, and they’re both pan

Twisted Rodger’s lower goopy half behaves like a snake’s tail when he’s exploring (investigation doesn’t stop when you’re overcome by ichor), making him look kinda like a naga

Rudie has moral OCD, and thanks literally everyone for anything

glisten chews his nails, but pretends he doesn’t. he’s gotten metal stuck between his teeth multiple times from it

Scraps uses the cup on her tail to carry small objects while running and walking or carrying larger items with her paws

aroace goob my beloved

Gigi has tried to steal the other toons before. The closet she got was when Connie tried to possess her and got stuck in the hollow clear part of her head

Shelly will eat rocks

Vee has misophonia due to the sensitivity of her microphone tail/internal mic/speakers

toodles would absolutely adore skittles

—angst below this point—

(If you’re going to react to any of my hcs, I’d prefer it be these; ive spent too much time on them. Or the lesbian ginger one)

The twisteds aren’t mindless zombies. They’re more like feral versions of the non-twisted version of themselves, running on instinct and unable to control their new selves. The ichor has imbued them with a strong prey/territory drive, and all toons are seen as threats or invaders to them. The other twisteds are tolerated, but not entirely recognized. Sometimes they get memories or emotions from the past or the uncorrupted version of them, but the ichor makes it near-unintelligible. The lethal outbursts toward the toons is a result of the intense confusion and fear in all of the Twisteds, manifesting in different forms for each of them.

ik this is a common one, but moth astro! his antenna are under his hat, and his wings are his blanket. Twisted Astro is so upset not just from the ichor, but because his wings have been torn to shreds and the pain is just as unbearable as the guilt

Twisted Goob doesn’t understand what his hugs are doing to the Toons, he just wants something familiar, some sort of comfort, but they keep dying in his arms. It wears on him, leading to his constant state of despairing confusion

Dandy originally wanted to fix everything, save everyone, but after losing Pebble and Astro, the grief forced him to stop. The odd floors where his shop doesn’t show up, he spends organizing/watching the tapes, and trying to forget. Sometimes he breaks down, but he makes sure he’s out of sight when he does. It’s hard to tell he’s still blaming himself for it all, but it tugs at him constantly

Glisten has always been scared of being forgotten, and the reflection trick started out of his desperation to be seen. Appearing to your friends randomly is quite memorable, so he hides his dizziness afterwards and pretends he’s okay, trying to make sure they don’t leave him behind

Cosmo witnessed Sprout being twisted, because it was his attempt to keep his friend safe, but it ended up infecting him with ichor in the process. Cosmo couldn’t deal with the guilt and shame, so he went back down, trying to find his lost friend. unfortunately, Sprout was twisted by then, and Cosmo lost his will to fight upon seeing what had happened, leading to his own defeat

shrimpo desperately wants someone to like him, to be friends, but he’s stuck in a permanent state of defensive isolation, causing his violent attitude. The world is not out to get you, ebi, no matter how it seems

Being twisted is not an instantaneous or mundane process, and in cases like with Twisted Glisten, some toons will hold on to sentience out of hope or desperation.

Cosmo’s another interesting case, because his ichor overtake started with Sprout, who managed to use his ability a final time while in the process of twisting, accidentally infecting the same toon he was trying to save. Due to not knowing and holding out hope that Sprout was still alive, Cosmo wasn’t affected immediately. His ability degraded over time, but the real breaking point was seeing his friend in a twisted state, destroying his will to go on. hence in the research, it says it was both being overcome by ichor and losing his best friend that caused him to become twisted

Brightney is often disregarded by most, and attempts not to show it, but being ignored has effects over time. Approaching the point of no return, her bulb glows dimmer and dimmer, until it goes out. It’s only lit up again when the ichor takes over, erasing her emotions and forcing her back into a state where her light is as bright as it can go

I am so sorry about the massive list, dw hyperfixation kicked in hard, and please let me know if I can help reduce strain or issues at all, sorry again

~ Anomaly Cereal Anon (or just cereal anon. or autism cereal anon. call me whatever’s the best for you)

pre read me, im very excited to read this

POST READ ANOMALY CEREAL WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME. THESE ANGST HCS ARE CHANGING MEEEE..... WUAGAHHHHSHAHSGOSBS

[the-fiction-witch]

Last Names

Media - The Artful Dodger Character - Jack Dawkins Couple - Jack X Reader Reader - Y/n (Elizabeth) Rating - 12 Word Count - 1165

Jack completed his rounds, the rhythmic click of his shoes echoing softly against the polished floor of the corridor. As he stifled a yawn, he stretched his arms overhead, feeling the tension in his muscles begin to ease. Running a hand through his slightly disheveled hair, he glanced around the familiar surroundings, the muted walls and the faint scent of death lingering in the air. With each step, he felt the fatigue of the day weighing on him, and he quickened his pace toward his room, longing for a moment of rest and solitude amidst the evening's quietude.

“Doctor Dawkins?” Professor Mcgregor called from his office’s open door, “A Word?”

Jack swallowed hard, fighting back the overwhelming urge to roll his eyes as he felt the familiar irritation rising within him. With a deep breath, he composed himself, placing his hands firmly behind his back and forcing the corners of his mouth into a practiced smile. “Yes, of course, Professor,” he replied with a polite nod, stepping through the heavy wooden door and into the office.

As he entered, the unmistakable scent of neat whiskey enveloped him, the professor’s infamous penchant for drink. The dim light cast shadows across the room, illuminating the professor slouched at his cluttered desk, his brow furrowed in concentration. Across from him sat a woman,

Jack remained rooted to the spot, waiting expectantly for the professor to address him with whatever task or briefing he had in mind. He directed only a cursory glance at the woman, noting her elegantly tailored dress and the way she intently watched the professor, as if assessing the situation for herself.

“Allow me to introduce, Doctor Jack Dawkins our newest addition to our hospital. Surgical man, with a long storied resume.” The professor introduced,

“Pleasure to meet you, Doctor,” The woman stood and offered her hand,

It was only at that moment that Jack finally turned his gaze toward her, and an instinctual awareness surged through him, setting off alarm bells in his mind like an alley cat's defensive hiss.

She appeared to be around his age, her striking figure partially concealed beneath a large, flamboyant hat that combined deep black with soft lavender hues. The hat, adorned with delicate embellishments, framed an elegantly styled updo of hair that seemed to shimmer under the light, a style he found oddly familiar yet couldn’t place. Her gown, a captivating blend of lilac and black, boasted a voluminous crinoline that billowed around her as she moved,. The fabric glimmered subtly, catching the eye, while her gloved hand delicately held a matching parasol. Everything about her felt enchanting, yet a sense of déjà vu lingered in the back of Jack's mind, leaving him to wonder about the uncharted connection he sensed with this mysterious woman.

“Of course, a pleasure to meet you as well,” he nodded taking her hand and giving it a small kiss, “Miss?”

“Ms. Elizabeth Smithen, Rodgers, Hartlen, Franklin, Elmswood, Potterly.” The professor explained,

Jack’s eyes bulged, “Ughh- forgive me but..”

“Ms. Elizabeth Smithen, Rodgers, Hartlen, Franklin, Elmswood, Potterly.” The professor repeated,

“Ms. Elizabeth …Smithen…Rodgers… Hartlen… Franke-”

“Ms. Elizabeth Smithen, Rodgers, Hartlen, Franklin, Elmswood, Potterly. Come on man.”

“Ms. Elizabeth is also acceptable gentleman,” she spoke up,

“Of course, do forgive me Ms. Elizabeth.” he smiled,

“It’s alright doctor,” she smiled,

“So why have you come to grace our hospital with your sweet presence Ms. Elizabeth?”

“Her husband is considering becoming the hospital's new patron.” Professor Mcgregor explained,

“Oh,” Jack nodded, “And he is… where?”

“He is not feeling too well, so he sent me instead.”

“Hu… right.”

“I have some paperwork to attend to, and Doctor Sneed is far too busy, so you will be giving Ms. Elizabeth Smithen, Rodgers, Hartlen, Franklin, Elmswood, Potterly the show around, if you can manage that?” Professor Mcgregor explained,

“Yes. of course.” Jack nodded, “I’d be delighted Ms. Elizabeth.”

He offered his arm and she happily took it, he took her on a tour of the hospital all while mining her with small questions trying to figure out why he seemed to recognise her. But he couldn’t seem to place where or why he remembered her.

But while he showed her the morgue he caught her fiddling with a silver locket,

And the moment he saw it, everything fell into place in his mind.

The little silver locker engraved with a lily flower, “Y/n…”

“What-” she gasped in shock her eyes wide,

“I- I’m sorry I uhh…” he shook his head, “You remind me so much of… someone I knew… once.” He muttered, “Someone who wore a necklace just like that… I used to call her…”

“Little flower…”

“... Y-You are Y/n? Aren’t you?”

She nodded, “Ho- how do you know that?”

“Becuase it’s me. Dodger.”

“D-Doger?!” She gasped, “You- You’re alive!” She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight intense hug,

“I never thought I’d see you again,” Jack cried as he coiled his arms around her waist, “What are you doing here?”

“Trying to build a life, what are you doing here? And a doctor! How the hell did you bdo that?”

“Alot of work,” He laughed, “But I guess the same as you trying to… rebuild everything.”

“I’m so happy to see you,”

“I am too, I missed you so badly,” He cooed kissing her forehead, “Wait- why are you going by Elizabeth then?”

“... As to not be arrested.”

“Good plan.” He nodded, “I keep wondering if I should have done that…”

“Its fine Bareilly anyone knew you as Jack then,”

“True. But… all the last names? How many times have you been married?”

“Six.”

“Six! Christ Y/n, why?”

“Ain’t an awful lot of opportunities in this world for a young lady without a husband.”

“And where are all these… six husbands,”

“Only one’s still alive,”

“...Y/n? Did you… Are you a… Black widow?”

“...I don’t think so,”

“Y/n. Did you do anything to your previous husbands?”

“Well…” She trailed off,

“I don’t like how long your taking to answer me,”

“I did not to anything to my previous husbands… directly,”

“Directly?”

“They were all very old. Married them, took the money, sold the house moved on.”

“That makes sense,” he nodded, “And the current one?”

“Death's door, can’t even leave his bed but has enough money he can buy half of Port victory.”

“So… you're going to be widowed again? For the sixth time?” He smirked a little,

“Mhm,”

“Have I mentioned yet how beautiful you still are?” he cooed, “and how badly I’ve missed you?”

y/n laughed, “Sounds like I am being propositioned for my Seventh husband?”

“Maybe,” He smirked rubbing his nose on hers,

“Nothing would make me happier after all these years,” she cooed pulling him in for a sweet and tender kiss,

“Perfect,” He cooed, “But I so have a request?”

“Oh?”

“Can you please just be Mrs Y/n Dawkins?” He asked, “Cause there is no way on this earth I am ever going to remember Mrs Elizabeth, Smithen, Rodgers, Hartlen, Franklin, Elmswood, Potterly, Dawkins.”

“I think that’s fair,” she agreed, “Just Y/n Dawkins.”

“Humm you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear you say that.” 

[stilltrails]

title: between the lines (wip) summary: in which Sam begins to struggle, and the cracks are plain as day for Bucky to see. Helping Sam is the natural next step.

(experimenting with a prompt where asking for help is hard for Sam, and Bucky experiments with ways to help him)

Steve didn’t really leave any instructions on how to care for Samuel Wilson, aside from the cryptic ‘He’ll run himself into the ground for the people he loves Buck. You gotta make sure he doesn’t.’ piece of advice that went nowhere fast. 

And in Steve’s defense, Bucky should have asked. Should have taken more interest in Steve’s new shadow at the time (his replacement, he’d joked to himself at the time), whose bravery and tenacity for self-sacrifice was second only to Steve Rodgers. 

But then it was a very weird place for Bucky. Both physically and mentally. The world was falling apart–again. And in the midst of the never ending chaos, Bucky seemed to dance between hope and hopelessness, freedom and servitude, peace and war. 

But through it all, he was lucid enough to catch the stolen glances that Steve threw Sam’s way when he thought no one was looking. The too long touch of Steve’s hand on Sam’s shoulder, his fingers brushing the young man’s palm. 

Then, it had been clear as day to anyone who knew Steve that the man was head over heels for Sam Wilson. And given that Sam was sarcasm, empathy, and wisdom wrapped into one, Bucky didn’t blame him. 

And in no world would it have been appropriate to ask Steve intimate details about how to care for Sam Wilson, especially when Bucky was slowly, but surely falling for the same man. 

So no, he didn’t exactly ask Steve invasive questions about his–the man in red, white and blue–long time crush, Samuel Wilson. If he knew Steve would make the split second decision to spend his second–third–life with Peggy, he wouldn’t have danced around the situation. 

And a tiny part of him hates Steve for that. Because by all accounts Sam was Steve’s best friend—and he knew how to help Sam in ways Bucky was still struggling to. 

How does one counsel a counselor? What is the appropriate way to tell the one who helps everyone else that maybe, just maybe, putting himself first is worth more than all the lives in the universe combined. 

As such Bucky finds himself on the kitchen floor at 3:00 a.m in the morning, warm–human finger hovering over the dial pad. He had Sarah’s number memorized, and she was insomniac enough for Bucky to have blanket permission to check-in with her no matter the hours of the night or day. 

But bothering her about her brother is out of the question. That time between midnight and three a.m is reserved for deep, pitiless conversations about life and time. And only the conversations a one hundred plus year old man and suburban thirty year old woman from two different worlds could have.

(wip/draft)

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Thinking of some gay for a real world au.

I can see Rodger being well educated about self defense. Being a detective would make him much more wary about physical safety. He has probably taken a class, as well as having a concealed carry. Glisten keeps things like pepper spray in his purse, but he hasn’t had any actual training for self defense. This admittedly makes Rodger a bit concerned as he’d rather his husband know how to handle himself in a fight, since due to his field of work he ends up exposed to a lot of creeps. He tries to teach him certain techniques of how to escape certain situations, with demonstrations so he can know what it’s like to do it physically.

One of these times he was showing glisten how to properly escape being pinned to the floor, and glistens gay ass was struggling so hard to focus on what he was saying and not how hot he found it-

It took a while for Rodger to realize that he was absolutely flustering the poor mirror. He could tell glisten was struggling to pay attention but didn’t get why at first

[paperclipps7]

Could you talk to us about the different fractions? The positive, the negatives, how they get along etc?

Oh boy, yapping time!

Lets start off with New Gardenview. New Gardenview was the 'first' faction,or to be more accurate, it was the group that all toons were in before the faction split. Dandy started it as he was the first toon in The Dead End, and named it New Gardenview after his home town, Gardenview.

New Gardenview is a faction largely focused on comfort. While they make next to no progress when it comes to finding an escape, they have carved out a small safe haven in this dreary world. They never run low on food with their leader being a skilled botanist with magic, and with the largest population, they have many extra hands to help gather supplies and recourses. Admitedly they are not the most fit when it comes to defense, as Yatta, Scraps, and occasionally Glisten are the only ones truly fit for defense, with Scraps' strength and luck, Glisten's magic, and Yatta's feral tendancies.

The Wanderers are the next group, they are led by Sprout and were a group of toons he convinced to abandon New Gardenview in search of a way out, rather than just sitting around waiting.

As the name suggests, The Wanderers wander. They travel The Dead End from coast to coast, making maps, taking notes, documenting anything they come across. Their main goal is to search for any form of escape, this includes their 2 failed attempts at scrapping together a boat and a plane for Finn and Flutter, neither of which worked. The Wanderers have much better fighters than New Gardenview, with only 1 member outright refusing to fight (That being Flyte). However The Wanderers have an extreme lack of comfort and ease. Constantly being on the move means foraging for food and supplies rather than being able to grow it. Additionally, more often than not they have to sleep on the ground, exposed to the elements.

Finally Hazewood. It is led by Bobette, who quietly slipped away with some of the other toons after a dispute with Dandy. Bobette led her group into the denser woods as it was easier to defend and held much more recourses.

Hazewood, similar to The Wanderers, has the goal of escape at the forefront, however they are more grounded in their work, and conduct their research from one spot rather than traversing the land. Despite Bobette being the leader, the role often is a tug of war between Rodger and Brightney and their clashing ideals. Brightney wants to take her time with this research. If escape truly is possible she wants to ensure it is done as safely as possible. Rodger on the other hand believes that they are wasting time, and that they should rush through anything in their way until they find an escape, and leave the first chance they get. Most toons of Hazewood try not to take sides.

As for how the factions get along, The Wanderers are on good terms with Hazewood, mostly thanks to Ginger. They exchange information and collaborate in their efforts to escape. It is often the only time The Wanderers can get a comfortable night sleep.

However, both factions dislike New Gardenview, or more specifically Dandy. Sprout and Bobette both had negative experiences with him, prompting their departure from New Gardenview. Generally Teagan is the only one keeping New Gardenview and Hazewood on good terms, however there is no positive connection between New Gardenview and The Wanderers.

[jacenotjason]

DUUUUDE I LOVE MR VALENTINE SO MUCH HE'S SUCH A GOOBER!!!! Do you have any lil facts about him?? I'm super invested in his lore n overall character adjsjsjsj

AAH I'M GLAD YOU LIKE HIM!!!! Big ol lore dump time for Mr. Valentine because you asked nicely

ended up writing SO MUCH so I will hide it under this cut

[ 💌 ] Bennet "Benny" Valentine 39 years old || He/Him

MR VALENTINE (the show):

Benny plays "Mr. Valentine" On TV, a Mister Rodgers type children's show alongside two puppets; Petunia and Max!

The episodes would be Sesame-Street like, teaching kids math and social studies and such. There were also episodes on more serious topics, but under the guise of a silly TV trope. For example, an episode once had the side story of the puppets finding Mr. Valentine asleep, instead of in his usual spot. They try to wake him up because they need an adult to get permission for something, but when he STILL doesn't they decide to get another adult instead. The episode was supposed to teach the kids how to recgonize an emergency when a parent is incapacitated, and how to call for help + call 911. His co-stars, Sarah-Ann (Petunia) and Lydia (Max) are girlfriends giggle. They hold different views of their boss! Sarah-Ann loves her job, and holds Mr. Valentine in high regards. However, Lydia finds him really unsettling.

BENNETT VALENTINE:

Bennett Valentine was originally a CPS worker. He quit his job a few years in after too many situations where he couldn't help. Too many times he had to turn away from a kid because he could do no more. He knew he could do more away from the job. He knew he could do more. After quitting, he invested to start a children's show!! Mr. Valentine was a huge hit because of how personal it was. Benny is incredibly kind to children. He's soft-spoken and sweet, like a living cartoon character. However, he is also incredibly judgmental of adults. He holds rigid ideas about how children should be treated. Despite the law, Benny maintains a secret cache of firearms.

He uses his arsenal to take the law into his own hands. Often he kills parents that he deems unfit to raise their kids, threats to children, or people that attempt to intervene. He also will use them in self defense if needed (cough. Bob Velseb.) Benny is very judgmental of parents; he would not approve of any of the parents canonically in the series right now. (THESE ARE BENNY'S OPINIONS AND THOUGHTS; NOT MINE.) - Lila: Neglectful of her son, also wouldn't like that she gave Skid a phone. Same reasoning as Gregor I think - Jaune (+Aaron): Let her son out on a night when a MURDERER was walking free, and only became concerned when having a run-in with said serial killer herself. - Wonder Parents: Neglect. Obviously. He doesn't know where they are but he's not happy with them. he's not angry just dissapointed. - Carmen & Richard: Same reason the fandom hates them. AHA. - John: Would believe he failed as a father.

EXTRA TRIVIA STUFFS ~!

Some of his main inspirations include: Mister Rodgers, Bob Ross, Wally Darling, Mister Crocket. and uh. Father Ernest. grins.

Despite one of his main inspirations being Mister Crocket and Wally Darling; I don't want to imply anything supernatural with Valentine. He's just a guy.

He's not blind. eyes closed is just a design choice :D I imagine they open when he's angry.

DOES NOT CURSE. EVER. he's out here saying. "oh Darn! I got blood on my Freaking sweater!! Oh shoot..."

Has a rivalry with Evermore lmao. It goes back to when Valentine was first starting his show and Evermore refused to help fund it. Valentine didn't vote for him >:(

i ship him with a friends oc............he has A WIFE!!!!!

The Max puppet's lazy eye was originally a manufacturing error, but Valentine refused to have it fixed.

I ALMOST FORGOT

I ALSO MADE HIM A PLAYLIST ~!

AAHAHA THAT'S SOMUCH sorry. <_< >_>" !!!

[diggitydoggo]

Shelly main here. Eh... Call me Sheldon. Shell anon... Shell ... Eh, call me Rusty, after RustyArmor.

So. I stumbled upon your posts and seeing the drawings, ideas and all that. I wanted to throw a thought at the polishing armor story. Or... This whole... Multiverse of Suitor?

Shelly is the fourth partner in the group relationship between Suitor, Glisten, and Rudie. She just ended up joining the "love suitor club" due to their shared love of giant reptiles. And she has fun sewing fun little medieval flags and banners for him.

Really it only started when he asked her about dinosaurs, but when he started ranting about differences in dragons. How wiverns aren't the same as Drakes and noting the difference between Wyrms and Serpent dragons. (I imagine he is like Shelly where he studies DEEP into the hole that is his hyper fixation. In this case, dragons and their relationships with knights.)

It clicks off, and while the two don't hang together as much as Rudie or Glisten does with him. Shelly still loves rambling with him and vice versa. Shelly may feel ignored at times, but Suitor helps her feel better.

... Onto the polishing the armor thing. Shelly finds out (She was in the elevator with Gigi and Rodger, but because due to how she is ignored in lore. They either didn't notice or forgot about her the moment twisted Suitor and Glisten slid into the elevator. Due to a mix of curiosity, concern. And interest in Rodgers' rehabilitation idea, she promised herself not to say anything around Dandy and the other mains) volunteers to try something as she steps into Twisted Suitors' room. He is of course, defensive. Aggressive, you know how he is.

... But she makes progress, doing something Rodger never thought to do... Honorably challenge Twisted suitor to a battle of knowledge. Still seeing himself as a knight, he accepts. Mostly to try and pry apart the thieves' knowledge and schemes. To finally get Glisten to believe him.

"How many Dragon facts can she get right"

She, half adopting suitors nerdom of dragons. Slowly gets into twisted suitors head, just enough. To get a small nugget of doubt in that he might be wrong about the thieves... He is still aggressive, but a little less after the knightly challenge with Shelly. He still believes most of the toons to be thieves, but... Something just doesn't sit right for him after that visit.

~Rusty

This fandom feeds me so well!!! Kinda fitting the guy named Suitor has a lot of...well "suitors" Fun fact! One of the possible names for him back when he was first created was Amor cause it sounds like armor.

[rockingreads]

Jacky Gunn & Jim Jenkins: Queen: As it Began (1994)

When it was first published, way back in 1994, this felt like the definitive Queen biography, fully authorized by the group's three surviving members and bearing a foreword from guitarist Brian May.

For all I know it still is, though I see that it's been updated and revised a number of times, and there's apparently a 2025 edition due in April, so you may want to reach for that instead of this 30-year relic.

True to its title, As it Began dedicates a chapter to each of Queen's four principals (May, Freddie Mercury, Roger Taylor, and John Deacon), their unique backgrounds and formative experiences, to illustrate why their eventual union proved so fruitful and intriguing.

Once fame arrives (heck, even before it does), co-authors Gunn and Jenkins reveal their fan club manager credentials by punctiliously chronicling every album and tour, while obviously acknowledging but carefully tiptoeing around the band's more salacious and excessive rock star behavior.

Mind you, it's not that they're hiding the truth, just refraining from washing too much dirty laundry in public when a just a dollop will suffice, thereby reinforcing both their loyalty to Queen and the not unjustified objection to a lot of nasty lies and gossip that the British press had been printing about Freddie in the years leading up to his death.

Yes, their circumspection grows a little tiresome in the book's final third, as cataloguing every last honor, award, and recognition for Queen's achievements becomes a defense mechanism against said press persecution, but also starts to overshadow their admittedly diminished cultural relevance and musical activities.

So I, for one, didn't mind this the original edition concludes without addressing all those Freddie tributes and 1995's posthumous Made in Heaven LP, and I still have little curiosity about May and Taylor's subsequent collaborations with Paul Rodgers and Adam Lambert.

But I am due to read a proper Freddie bio, so if you have any recommendations among the countless options available out there, fire away!

Featured Records:

Queen: Greatest Hits (1981)

Queen: Queen (1973)

Queen: Innuendo (1991)

Buy from: Amazon

[pressurereunited]

No new art as of yet… But I'm full of silly questions to ask!!!

Okay, Scenario: You're bringing one character from the Reunited AU to assist you in the OG world (You can RP as any OG character you wish, OG Sebastian, an Expendable, Imaginary Friend, P.AI.nter, etc…. scenario still stands.)

Who are you bringing?

Let's go into our options:

RU Sebastian Solace: The Sarge: He's pretty good on all fronts except for speed, but that doesn't affect his stats. He's a juggernaut with the abilities of a mutant combined with military precision and tactical thinking. He can also hit node monsters, so if you see that as good… Be my guest. Not just that, he's a great conversationalist. Just like OG Sebastian, RU Sebastian also sells you things for research, or he's one to trade a valuable for a valuable, if you're nice… he'll even fix something for you, and he'd even be willing to negotiate the price of something if it's not unreasonable.

Damien Solace: A somewhat experienced fighter, not to the extent of Sebastian (he's still young, after all) but he's more of a wildcard with opponents. His moveset is unpredictable, though he isn't as much of a powerhouse as his father, he is faster than his father if you're more speed based. And he has little brother energy, so he'll be great company. He also has a volunteer mindset… If there's a room you can't access, he'll volunteer to find another way in.

Samuel Dytrosky: Fast as hell, Agile as hell, and shares the same hatred for wall dwellers and certain monsters as you! If that's where you mainly struggle, he's your guy… He's just going to kick any threat until it STOPS MOVING… Especially wall dwellers. Though he can't talk to you, he will listen if you wish to speak. So yes, will protect you- Just don't try to harm him or he's going to revoke that protection real quick and throw you to the wolves.

Rodger: Despite being a total sweetheart, he is still a void Mass and still can act on instinct if necessary, especially if he's protecting a friend. If an enemy tries to approach, he will hide you in a locker until it is safe to come out. He's a wall of mass and care, way more defensive than offensive… Not much of a fighter, more like a guardian.

Bartholomew/P.AI.nter: (Mainly Expendable) The P.AI.nter but GOOD and not out to kill, he can do what the OG P.AI.nter does but Bartholomew has a body so he can walk with you… He can override systems OG P.AI.nter is messing with and counter P.AI.nter's attempts to trick you using false doors (though this would be mainly a plus for those who choose to RP as an expendable.) He can also hijack doors that require key cards and open them. He's also a nerd about the arts and will always share facts with you… HOWEVER, he is the weakest of the roster. Not much fighting skills, his body may be durable but if overwhelmed it can be downright dangerous for both of you (risk of self destructing), it's kind of high risk, high reward.

Olivia Solace: She can mainly assist in larger, more open areas where she can fit (so you may not see her as much)… But don't let that fool you; Olivia has the protective instincts of a mother who protects her brood. She'll take on larger threats for you, and even smaller ones if she's around.