"Your Practically Naked!!"

So, I've recently beat this game called, First Cut, where you play as a mercenary Samurai (or Ronin? Since you looked pretty washed up) you get hired to kill a bunch of bad guys. What made it unique, was that one hit and you're dead, which made it more fun, challenging, and realistic.

Which brings me to this request. I wanna make a request for Gwen, Aurelia, Monika, and Renee (CPC). How do they react to finding out that their sweet s/o used to work as an assassin, a sword for hire when they were still in Japan?

CPC with an S/o who used to work as an assassin or sword-for-hire in Japan

Gwen, Monika, Renee, Aurelia

This was super cute!! I don't know much about Samurai (unless you count TMNT or Mortal Kombat part of it) soooo I hope you enjoy this, I did my best!

-Writer Icy♡

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Gwen

-Shock and Concern: Gwen is initially taken aback, wide-eyed and speechless. She had no idea her kind and gentle partner had such a dangerous past. Her first reaction is to worry about their safety, asking if they were ever in danger or if those days still haunt them.

- Wanting to Understand: Despite the shock, Gwen would want to understand the reader’s past, asking them why they became a mercenary. She’d be genuinely curious but also concerned about how it affected them emotionally.

- Loyal Support: Even with the surprise, Gwen’s love wouldn’t waver. She’d offer quiet, empathetic support, perhaps even asking if the reader ever wants to talk about it or seek closure from that chapter in their life.

Aurelia

- Cool Curiosity: Aurelia might find the revelation intriguing. While still surprised, she’d probably respond, writing something like, “An assassin? That’s impressive, honestly. Did you ever use cool tricks or disguises?”

- Slight Worry: Aurelia would have a lingering concern about whether that life could ever pull the reader back in. She’d hope they’re done with that part of their life and that nothing from their past could come to harm them now.

- Real Talk: Once the worry is over, Aurelia would ask some serious questions, like if they had any regrets or if anyone from their past might try to track them down. Beneath her cool demeanor, she'd be fiercely protective of them.

Monika

- Complete Surprise: Monika would be completely taken aback. The idea of her sweet, loving partner once being a sword-for-hire would feel like a total contrast to the person she knows. She’d probably ask, “Wait—*you*? An assassin?!”

- Fashion Spin: After the initial shock wears off, Monika might focus on the aesthetic side of things, asking what kind of outfits or armor they wore while working as a mercenary. She'd want to know if their sword techniques were as graceful as their presence now.

- Teasing Admiration: She would likely tease the reader a bit about their past, playfully pretending to fear them or jokingly asking them to teach her some sword moves, impressed by their skill and the intensity of their history.

Renée

- Deep Thoughtfulness: Renée would be quiet at first, processing the information carefully. She might ask, “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” not out of anger but out of concern for why they kept it hidden.

- Healing Perspective: Renée, being health-conscious and focused on well-being, would ask how the reader feels about their past now. She’d worry if they carry emotional scars or unresolved guilt from their time as an assassin.

- Compassion: She’d offer support, both emotionally and physically, making sure they feel safe and loved despite their darker past. Renée would even suggest meditation or calming practices to help if they have lingering stress from that time.

He's so pretty..... @cedric-my-beloved 🫶🫡

hey!!!!! Its me again!!! Wanted to ask for a reader who acts like art the clown from terrifier w/ Yan sbg cuz I just watched the 3rd one at the movie theater, basically reader is just autistic asf and doesn't rlly talk, they can they just don't, and they also kill the phantoms in extreme gruesome wnd sadistic ways, also instead of laughing at the phantoms normally while she tortures and kills them she acts like a mime and does the action of laughing or being surprised( Art the clown does this too) reader also draws extremely disturbing pictures of hacked and mutilated dead bodies, (+ Yan parents and maverick too, if you can><) also reader is pretty much frickin immortal, just like Art, if y don't know who art the clown is just search him up bur I'll put in a pic of him for u!

Hope this helps! I understand of u can't do it tho!

TERRIFYER READER x YANDERE SBG

SBG Gang and parents, ft. Maverick

Warnings:

TEHE okay I had to get some help from a friend who's seen them all so I hope I did this request justice :') ANYWAY, working through requests, im sorry it's taken so long, life got crazy and I forgot I had tumblr for a hot minute.... Requests will be getting answered, thank you guys for the paitence <3

-Writer Icy♡

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Reader's Traits:

Non-verbal communication: Reader rarely talks, preferring exaggerated mime-like actions to express themselves, mimicking laughter or shock in eerie, exaggerated gestures.

- Phantom Slayer: Reader kills phantoms in gruesome, sadistic ways—severing limbs, performing mock surgeries, or creating scenes reminiscent of horror artwork.

- Artistic Outlet: Reader draws grotesque depictions of mutilation and death in their sketchbooks, which both fascinate and horrify those around them.

- Immortality: Reader sustains grievous injuries but never seems to succumb to them, making them an unstoppable force in the Phantom realm.

- Dual Persona: In the real world, Reader is quiet, strange, and intensely focused on their art, drawing people in with their mysterious aura.

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Yandere Gang's Reactions:

Ashlynn:

- Protective Fascination: Ashlynn is utterly entranced by your unpredictability and your silent demeanor. Your artistic abilities, though morbid, make her feel like she’s the only one who truly “gets” you.

- Defense Mode: She often steps in to explain your behavior to others, shielding you from criticism or fear, even as she secretly revels in how unsettling you are to everyone but her.

> Snippet:

Ashlynn knelt beside you as you sketched yet another grotesque image of a dismembered phantom, her eyes flicking between the page and your blank expression.  

“You’re incredible, you know that?” she murmured. “Keep drawing, I wanna see it when you're done.”  

When you mimed a theatrical bow in response and nodded, she chuckled softly, her fingers brushing against yours. “Don’t ever change.”

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Tyler:

- Adoration Bordering on Obsession: Tyler is captivated by your silent strength. He finds your phantom-slaying methods disturbingly beautiful and sees you as a perfect partner in their fight to survive.

- Jealousy: He can’t stand the thought of others being drawn to your mysterious charm and often positions himself as your shadow, claiming to be your protector.

> Snippet:  

Tyler watched, spellbound, as you silently mimed cutting your throat in response to a phantom’s attack, then dismembered it with terrifying efficiency. When it was over, he approached cautiously, placing a hand on your shoulder.  

“What a badass,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “Your just lucky no one’s scared of you” 

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Taylor:

- Playful Curiosity: Taylor adores your eccentricity and miming antics, treating you like a puzzle she’s determined to figure out. Your gruesome kills intrigue her more than they scare her.  

- Defender in Public: Taylor is quick to defend you when others question your drawings or your unsettling behavior, even if it sometimes unnerves her too.

> Snippet:  

“Seriously, this is brilliant,” Taylor said, holding up one of your sketches. “I mean, yeah, it’s creepy as hell, but… who else could think this up?”  

When you pantomimed shock, holding your hands to your cheeks, she burst out laughing. “See? Like, c’mon not even horror producers can make this like they do!” She giggled as you pretended to blush, blowing a playful kiss before going back so scribbling intestines strewn across the page.

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Aiden:

- Unsettling Connection: Aiden is the only one who truly matches your darker energy. He’s both disturbed and enamored by your methods, seeing you as someone who understands the chaos within him. You both enjoy shredding through phantoms and smiling like little maniacs. You’ve gotten a couple frightened looks from Logan from time to time.

- Possessiveness: Aiden doesn’t let anyone get too close to you, guarding you like a treasure he’s unwilling to share.

> Snippet:  

Aiden leaned against the wall, watching as you silently dismembered another phantom with surgical precision. “You’re terrifying,” he muttered, his lips curling into a smirk.  

When you mimed laughter, he stepped closer, brushing a hand against your arm. “Terrifying… and mine.”

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Ben:

- Unwavering Devotion: Ben is your biggest cheerleader, seeing your quiet nature and violent tendencies as proof of your uniqueness. He’s completely enthralled by your duality—terrifying in the Phantom realm but calm and composed in the real world.

- Silent Support: He doesn’t question your methods or your art, instead offering quiet comfort and encouragement whenever you seem withdrawn.

> Snippet:

“You’re talented.” Ben wrote, flipping the notebook around as he watched you finish off another phantom. You glanced up, halting you’re movements to dismember the phantom slowly. When you mimed a shy smile, he grinned back and scribbled down a quick and messy, “You’re crazy and talented.”

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Logan:

- Controlled Admiration: Logan respects your abilities and your artistic mind but worries about how far you might go. He’s fiercely protective and always keeps a watchful eye on you, even when he struggles to understand you.

- Conflict: He occasionally clashes with the others about your well-being, insisting that they need to help you find balance rather than enable your darkest tendencies.

> Snippet:

Logan stood over your shoulder, peeking at your latest sketch, his jaw tight. “It’s amazing, but… is this really what you want to focus on?”  

You tilted your head, miming a shrug before turning back to your work. His hand rested on your shoulder, squeezing gently. “Just don’t lose yourself in all this, okay?”

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Parents' Reactions:

- Adoration for Reader’s Unique Skills: 

  The parents are endlessly impressed by your unmatched ability to deal with phantoms. They view your gruesome methods as a necessary evil, marveling at how you can handle what no one else can.  

- Hyper-Protectiveness:

  They grow obsessively protective of you, taking every precaution to ensure your safety both in the real world and the Phantom realm. They may even suggest or enforce stricter boundaries on your interactions with others, including the gang, to maintain control over your safety.  

They are fiercely protective of your unique abilities, often stepping in to defend you from others who might criticize or misunderstand you.  

- Justification of Behavior:

  They believe your artistic depictions and sadistic tendencies are simply a reflection of your brilliance and the trauma of the Phantom world. They see it as a necessary outlet and refuse to allow anyone, even the gang, to question or judge you for it.  

They see your quiet demeanor and gruesome art as a sign of depth and creativity, choosing to support you unconditionally.  

- Direct Involvement: 

  The parents actively support your behavior, providing you with tools, materials, and even strategies for taking down phantoms. They may also subtly manipulate the gang, ensuring that their focus stays on protecting you rather than trying to "fix" you.  

- Fear of Losing You:

  Seeing how much danger you put yourself in while fighting phantoms, they secretly harbor a deep fear of losing you. This fear often manifests in obsessive planning to keep you safe, including discussing ways to trap you in the real world or even the Phantom realm to monitor you closely.  

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### **Specific Opinions:**  

- Admiration Cloaked in Denial:

  Your parents admire your strength and efficiency, but they rationalize your sadistic tendencies as a coping mechanism rather than addressing it. They refuse to see you as anything but perfect.  

- Pride in Your Independence: 

  They often express pride in your independence and ability to protect yourself, even as they secretly plot ways to make you more reliant on them emotionally and physically. 

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Your parents’ actions and opinions fuel the already intense dynamic with the gang, creating a volatile environment where everyone is vying for your attention and control while claiming it’s all for your safety and well-being.  

Maverick:

- Maverick is intrigued and slightly unnerved by your behavior but ultimately respects you as an ally. He’s in awe of your ability to keep the phantoms at bay and often seeks your advice on survival tactics to which you do your best to show all the while silently laughing when he falls on his ass a couple of times. It’s an…experience to say the least.

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Your sadistic, efficient methods make you a key player in the group’s survival. The gang grows more and more dependent on you, their possessiveness increasing with every phantom you kill. In their eyes, you’re their protector, their artist, and their soulmate all in one. Nothing—not even death itself—will take you away from them. 

You poor overworked bean, here, for your troubles 🥺👐🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

Now I really want homemade chocolate chip cookies...

DAMMIT.

Okay so part 4 of Misunderstoof by society disappeared but luckily I saved it in my notes...

Gonna have to delete 5, put 4, then repost 5 again...IM SORY GUYS IM SO SORRY....I'll be updating my ML as well ugh

Thank you to the person who commented on which part it was, I would've never noticed that if it weren't for you😭😭😭😭❤️

You are both officially favorites of mine

I made this-

Do I regret?? Absolutely not-

HII!! I was wondering if you take requests currently, and if you do i had a really kinda cute platonic tmnt request. Could you do the bros and splinter with a young reader maybe like 7-10, and they go out to like Central Park at nighttime and reader decides to make flower crowns and sings like a lullaby their brother taught them? If this is too much or not something you wanna write I completely understand. make sure to drink water, eat food and have at least a half hour of social interaction today!

Central Park Lullaby

2012 TMNT brothers + Splinter x Child! GN! Reader

Sooo...there was no specific version and I went with my original favorite. I also put my own spin on how readers brother isn't around anymore. I really actually love writing for TMNT often and would love more requests for it🙏😭

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The chilly night air in New York City was crisp, carrying the faint scent of grass as the turtles and their new little sibling wandered through Central Park. The city’s noise was distant, muffled by the trees and the soft rustling of leaves. The young reader, barely 8 years old, trailed slightly ahead, their small hands gathering fallen flowers and weaving them together.

“Are you sure it’s safe to be out here?” Leo asked, glancing over his shoulder for any signs of trouble.

“It’s Central Park at night, Leo,” Raph said, rolling his eyes. “Nothing here’s scarier than us.”

“Speak for yourself,” Mikey chimed in, crouching down to inspect a dandelion. “This flower is terrifyingly cute. Hey, can I eat it?”

“No!” the reader exclaimed, clutching their collection protectively. “I’m making crowns. Don’t eat my flowers!”

Splinter, standing nearby with his staff, chuckled softly. “Michelangelo, perhaps you should leave the flowers for more noble purposes than your stomach.”

The turtles laughed, and the young reader smiled, plopping down on the grass to start weaving their floral masterpieces. They hummed softly, the melody delicate and comforting.

“What’s that song, kiddo?” Donnie asked, sitting cross-legged beside them, his bo staff resting on his shoulder.

“It’s a lullaby,” the reader replied, their fingers deftly working the stems together. “My brother taught it to me before he—” They paused, their voice trailing off. The turtles exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them.

“Well, it’s really pretty,” Mikey said quickly, flopping down beside them. “Bet it’s even cooler when you sing it out loud!”

The reader hesitated but, encouraged by Mikey’s grin, began to sing softly. Their voice was light and sweet, filling the quiet park with warmth. Even Raph, who usually teased, leaned against a nearby tree, listening quietly.

Splinter stepped closer, his heart aching for the child who had wandered the streets alone until they had found them. He placed a gentle hand on their shoulder, and they looked up at him with a shy smile.

“You are very talented,” he said warmly. “Your brother would be proud.”

“Thanks,” they murmured, focusing back on their crown. When it was finished, they stood up and placed it on Leo’s head. “Now you’re a king!”

Leo blinked, his serious demeanor faltering as his brothers burst into laughter. “Uh, thanks?”

The reader giggled, quickly making another crown and placing it on Splinter’s head. “And you’re the sensei king!”

Splinter bowed slightly. “It is an honor.”

One by one, the turtles received their own flower crowns, each reacting in their unique way—Mikey posing dramatically, Donnie adjusting his to sit just right, Raph grumbling but secretly liking it.

The night went on with laughter and warmth, a rare moment of peace for the group. As the reader settled down in Splinter’s lap, their small voice sang the lullaby again, quieter this time. The turtles surrounded them, a protective circle, their family bond stronger than ever.

For the first time in a long while, the reader felt safe.

Larry, Talk...

Reader comforts character

Larry Johnnson

Larry x Male! Reader

I got bored and needed to post something...

Sally Face was my main game for a long time and I love Larry. Its also because they are coming out with a second game and Im screaming over it-

I'll be coming out with a School Bus Graveyard fic of Tyler in a little while<3

-Writer Icy♡

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Larry sat cross-legged on the worn-out cushions in his treehouse, flipping through a sketchbook filled with doodles and drawings. The treehouse, a place of solace and creativity, was his sanctuary, adorned with posters of bands, comic books, and his own artwork. It was late afternoon, and the golden rays of the setting sun filtered through the leaves, casting a warm glow on everything.

Y/n, Larry's boyfriend, sat across from him on the floor, strumming softly on an acoustic guitar. The melodies he played were gentle and soothing, a perfect backdrop for their quiet time together. They often retreated here to escape the chaos of the outside world, to be in a space where they could just be themselves.

Larry looked up from his sketchbook, watching Y/n's fingers dance over the guitar strings. "You know, you're getting really good," Larry remarked with a smile. "I love listening to you play."

Y/n chuckled, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "Thanks. I guess I've been practicing a lot. It's nice, you know? To have something to put my energy into."

They continued in comfortable silence for a while, Y/n playing and Larry sketching. The air was filled with the scent of pine and the distant sounds of summer, a cicada's song mingling with the rustle of leaves. It felt like time had slowed down, allowing them to savor the moment.

Larry set his sketchbook aside, leaning back on the wall's cushions and sighing deeply. Y/n noticed the shift in his demeanor and set the guitar down, his eyes filled with concern. "What's on your mind, Larry?"

Larry hesitated, his gaze drifting to the floor. He'd always found it hard to talk about his feelings, especially about the things that hurt the most. But there was something about Y/n's presence, his quiet understanding, that made Larry feel safe.

"It's... it's about my dad," Larry began, his voice barely above a whisper. He took a deep breath, as if summoning the courage to continue. "He disappeared when I was a kid. Just... vanished. No one knows where he went or why. It's like he just walked out of our lives and never looked back."

Y/n listened intently, his expression softening with empathy. He reached out, taking Larry's hand in his, offering silent support.

Larry continued, his voice shaky. "He was my hero, you know? We used to build things together, like this treehouse. He always said it was our special place. But then, one day, he was gone. Mom fell apart, and I... I felt like I lost a part of myself."

He paused, swallowing hard. "I've always wondered if it was something I did, something that drove him away. I've never talked about it with anyone, not really. It just hurts too much."

Y/n squeezed Larry's hand gently. "Larry, it wasn't your fault. Whatever happened, it had nothing to do with you. Sometimes people make choices we can't understand, and they leave us with questions that may never be answered. But that doesn't mean you're to blame."

Larry looked up, meeting Y/n's eyes. There was a depth of sincerity in Y/n's gaze that made his chest ache with emotion. He felt a tear slip down his cheek, and Y/n reached out to wipe it away, his touch tender and comforting.

"You're not alone in this," Y/n said softly. "I'm here for you, always. And if you ever want to talk about it, or if you just need a shoulder to lean on, I'm right here."

Larry felt a warmth spread through him, a feeling of acceptance and love that he hadn't known he needed. He nodded, a small, grateful smile forming on his lips. "Thank you, Y/n. It means a lot to me."

They sat there, hand in hand, surrounded by the quiet of the treehouse and the fading light of the day. In that moment, Larry felt a sense of peace, a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, things would be okay. With Y/n by his side, he knew he could face whatever came his way.

I would like to add onto this-

Explaining plans to do evil things to his birdie... THE EYES???? 9/10

Learning a Lil something new I guess, ain't he just a cutie tho?? 8.5/10

"You wouldn't be here if you didn't, would you?" Face??? MMMMM Yes. 7.9999999999/10

He is serving sass. That's it. Broad, confident, SASS. 10/10 all the way

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I highkey need cedric photos and memes in my life rn por favor 🥺❤️

Memes? They will come shortly. Photos? I’ll show you some of my select favourites!! 

First we have the sneaky whisper™ which is an easy 10/10 for me. Look at the side lean, the raise of his eyebrow and that SMIRK THAT SIDE SMIRK THE LITTLE CURL IN HIS LIPS OH MY GOD. 

this one’s a gif but absolute nerds who pretend to know what they’re talking about when they actually don’t but having the utmost confidence with a stupid grin on their face while doing it will always be my kryptonite 8/10.

...do I need to explain this one? 9/10

Cedric was honestly That Bitch for season 1 and most of season 2 and I loved it 10/10

baby boy.. just... baby <3 11/10

^^^ @omega-e123

please can we do inbox trick-or-treating this year. can we make that a thing on tumblr. please please please please please