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I'm probably going to majorly over-hall the look of my account, which may take awhile, then I do have an idea in mind for a fic to get back into writing that I will start. So hope to see you guys soon
Hi! If its alright could I get headcanons for Robotnik (and Stone if you'd like to include him) with a darling that really likes physical touch? Like when theyre stressed/scared physical touch calms them down quickly, even if its from the source of their feelings. Tysm!
(Also, I just wanna say I really liked your other Robotnik headcanons!)
Aww thank you!
I think this is my first Sonic request, actually. You know I have a series going on, right? I think I might change it so that I can write for it better, just that going over everything that goes on in the movies might take a while and because of that, it's stopping me from doing what I want and just writing. It'll still follow canon, I'm just going to skip a lot more as uh, it's a lot.
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Honestly, for the Sonic movies, it's hard to mention Robotnik without mentioning Stone, or vice versa. For a touch-starved darling, it sort of depends on how far along it is, where in the movies we are, etc.
For these, I'm actually going to disregard the canon and just talk about how they would use this against you, and what that means in the relationship that they both want.
In the beginning, Robotnik would definitely have to stop Stone from interacting with you while you're still fighting them, as the attention you crave will guide you back to them. So basically when you act out like mentioning Tom and Maddie, scream for help, claim that they kidnapped you, try to get help, etc, they put you in a room (with mental stimulation, obviously, Robotnik can't let you get dumb), and refuse to interact with you until you apologize for lying and trying to get them in trouble.
Sure, nothing would really happen, as Robotnik has military clearance that no one else has (and Stone, by proxy), but it's the fact that you're acting out! They'd let your attention craving get to the point that you would sacrifice your morals and sanity just to feel okay.
Once you're past that point though, he'd let Stone cuddle you however much you desire! Stone definitely likes physical touch (much to the doctor's dismay), and so having an outlet for which he can show his love makes him happy.
If Stone is busy and you need touch, Robotnik wouldn't understand it at first and get offended you're trying to touch him, rather just putting his hand on you in hopes that would fix it. Once Stone gets back and he admonishes the doctor, would he understand and treat you better though. Ivo just... doesn't like touch that much, but if you were breaking down, he'd work past that to make you better.
Would he admit it? Kind of, he'd tell you it was just a one time thing, but you and Stone can wear him down so he'll accept a hug from time to time.
I'm probably going to majorly over-hall the look of my account, which may take awhile, then I do have an idea in mind for a fic to get back into writing that I will start. So hope to see you guys soon
CW: Depressing thoughts, Reader may or may not have depression. They pronouns when Raph is the Nightwatcher. Reader is referred to as a risk to themselves.
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It's dreary, rain gushing down and yet, you don't seem to care. It's been like this for a while. Your life's fine, there's just nothing to do. It's nor boredom, per say, but rather, a lack of care. There's no motivation for anything. New York's the same, no matter what. A couple years ago, there were some vigilantes fighting, but now... it's just the Nightwatcher.
Your clothes are soaked, but you've been walking along the forest, when you come across an abandoned playground. It's clearly abandoned due to the graffiti and vandalism, and trash littered about. A few cigarette butts, a couple of bottles, but the trash isn't bad.
You walk over to the swings and sit on them, the water pooled in the dip of the seat, but it doesn't matter with how much it's pouring. You mindlessly push off of the ground and swing a little bit, thinking about why it's been so pointless lately.
You used to love swinging when you were younger, trying to get the highest you can, thinking maybe if you got enough speed you could launch off and start flying like a bird. It's stupid honestly, New York will never change, and neither will you.
You hear a rumbling sound of an engine and look up from the ground, hoping it's not any college students coming back for their spots. It's just the one person on a motorcycle, wrapped up in silver. Oh, it's the Nightwatcher.
You watch as they drive close and stop, turning off the engine and putting the stopper on so the cycle doesn't fall over. "Hey kid! It's fuckin' freezin out and coming down like a monsoon, what are you doin'?" You shrug, "Don't know. Don't care anymore." They shake their head. "Ain't no reason to be freezin' yourself to death."
You look away from them, going back to mindlessly swinging. They sigh, tilting their head up and shaking it. "Fuckin' kids these days, don't know how Mikey does it." They stomp over to you, sitting next to the swing you're on. "What are you doing out here."
You glare at them. "I don't know, okay? Life feels pointless right now, and I have nothing to do anymore, there's no reason too!" They look away, down at the ground. "Yeah, I used to feel like that too. But look, kid, you can't just give up." You ignore them. "Whatever."
They sigh, and then step in front of you. "Look, I'm going to tell you a lot about myself, so you need to pay attention." They take off their helmet, revealing themselves to be a mutant turtle. "My name is Raph, I'm the Nightwatcher. A couple years ago, my brother Leo went off and disappeared, and I thought there wasn't much else left, but I didn't give up like what you're doing. I just knew I needed to pick up the slack."
It makes you feel a little better that he told you that. That even mutants who fight crime feel like shit. "Thanks. I guess." He gets frustrated again, "You're going to come with me until you see life well again." He grabs your hand and pulls you up from the swings.
He hands you the helmet, "I may be reckless, but you need a helmet to ride on my bike." You laugh softly, "okay." You set it on your head and get on after him, and he starts driving off. It's fast, and you're almost certain that you would have fallen off if it wasn't for him holding on to you and you holding on to him.
He starts to drive into the sewers and takes some sharp turns and does some impressive moves for someone in the passengers seat of the cycle, and you arrive. He gets off before you, setting the bike up and out of the way, almost hiding it in a way.
"Hey, I'm home!" He yells out, and another turtle wearing purple pops out and into your view. "Wait, why'd you bring someone here?" "They were a risk to themselves." He spits out at the purple one. Purple raises his hands defensively and goes back to his screens.
"We're going to wait 'till Mikey gets home, he's better at this shit." He points to the couch. "Sit." You do, and he sits next to you after dropping all of his stuff off. "You're going to get better."
Sorry this is actually on the 10th, I was super tired and so I just figured I'd write it today instead of yesterday.
Reader could be a kid or a regressed adult, take it how you want!
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"Go ahead. I scouted ahead several days before I allowed us to visit this... nasty city." Ra's says as he gestures to the pumpkin patch. You smile brightly, and he covers his disgust for being back in Gotham for you easily. He has no idea how you convinced him to come back into Gotham to visit a pumpkin patch, it's a meaningless activity. After all, he could snap his fingers and have his assassins find the most suitable pumpkin for you in all of the countries, but instead, you insisted on going back to your hometown and picking a pumpkin there.
You rush around looking at all the different sizes, shapes, and colors before stopping in front of a slightly withered dull green one. He strolls over to you, looking at it with a slight disgust. "This one, my dear?" You nod. "It matches your clothing!" You smile brightly at him and his resolve not to have something less than what you deserve withers at your cute face. He sighs, snapping his fingers and pointing at it. "This one, then." It's quickly snatched up before he gestures again for you to keep looking around.
Many, many pumpkins are chosen because they remind you of him, and before soon, he comes across a pumpkin he likes. It's a mini one, bright orange and plump. You come back to him after looking around the patch and look at it. "Do... you like this one?" He nods, and it too, is snatched up. You tilt your head a little bit. "Why do you like it?" He puts his hand on your head, "Because it reminds me of you, small but cute."
Both of you decide to pack it up and go back home, satisfied with the many many pumpkins you chose.
Leatherhead (I'm so stupid I spent so long thinking I wrote down Leatherface from Texas Chainsaw Massacre, but I wrote down Leatherhead from TMNT, hence why this is later than usual but still on the same day!)
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TW: Stalking (Duh), breaking and entering. Nothing happens to Reader for once.
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Being friends with the turtles is not for the faint of heart. It's not the turtles or their appearance that may drive others away (although that certainly would for those more prejudiced), but the experiences that the turtles drag you into that would drive away those with fear in your heart. And that's not to say that you don't have fear, you most certainly do, but those with cowardly tendencies would have been driven away by the time they heard about the Kraang, much less what the turtles get up to while they're busy.
But lately, despite the turtles insistence that their friends wouldn't hurt you and that they've watched you go home and followed behind you to see if there was someone really stalking you, there isn't anyone who follows you home.
But you know the truth. You know there is someone stalking you on your way home at night from a hangout with the turtles. You know that the stomps behind you aren't imagination and that you are sane.
It's another night, day 8 of hearing heavy stomping from behind and nothing when you look, but it feels closer, like the person hunting you down feels more confident and has trust in their ability to not get caught. Well,, tonight that will change.
You don't look back tonight, instead you remain calm and let them follow behind, quickly making it to your residence. They've only ever followed to here, never inside, so your safe space is still safe.
You don't feel better knowing that you're not crazy but everyone else thinks you are, so you spend a little time to yourself, sitting in bed reading when there is a crash and the heavy stomping comes back.
You rush up in out of bed, turning the corner to see a reptilian being walking through your house, gently holding your blankets and some of your clothing. You gasp and they turn around, seeing you almost immediately.
Their gravelly voice spoke, "I was... collecting for the nest." You decide not to listen to your instincts and you walk towards them, keeping a little space between you and them. "T-the nest?" They nod, "The nest. Do you want to see?" You shake your head no, "No! I want my stuff back and for you to stop following me!" They sigh, "They not ready yet for home, must come back later." They then jump out of the same window they came in and leave.
You rush to the window, but they're already gone. You relay what happened to the turtles, but they push your concerns out of the way. "No way! Leatherhead would never! We'll just ask him not to if you really feel that way."
It doesn't make you feel better that they dismiss your concerns.
Sorry it came out later than usual! I was super busy and had to write this right now, tomorrow might be the same but hopefully not?
TW: Gore, Descriptive Gore, I looked up how to write gore for this btw so I'm not kidding, Reference to a boner because he's a FREAK. Sort of borders on Platonic and Romantic because he's so brainrotted he doesn't know the difference. Once again, reader's fate is up to interpretation. Fem terms used like 'girl' due to the 'final girl' trope and I couldn't find a gender neutral way around it. :/
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Pete Dinunzio has always slightly disturbed you with how much he appreciated gore. Sure, as a horror movie fan you liked gore, with how much is out there it's hard not to if you're in the genre, but he always got too excited about it. Even without the physical reminder of his fascination with gore when he gets too excited and there's something in his lower half stirring to life, his enthusiasm for roadkill at it's lowest was always something revolting.
But now, trapped here by societal expectations to stay and his arm wrapped around you so tight it feels like a bad handshake, it's hard to think of a way out. It's suffocating, honestly, the heat of the blanket cloaked around your waist as a makeshift protection against wandering hands, an unfortunate habit you've had to make with the club, the warmth from his arm wrapped around your shoulders as he plays with your hair, even the way that the girls in his favorite movies start screaming loudly is choking you, letting only a sliver of air into your lungs.
The screen itself shows one of his more 'niche' movies he shows the club, currently portraying a young girl who sort of looks like you if you cover up the face and look at her hair. You shiver at the similarities and he presses closer against you, eyes fixated on the gory scene in front of you.
She's running on the beach during a storm, the whipping rain washing away her tears as she cries for her life and flees from the killer chasing her. The rising tide making the sand stuck together and get messy, rocks hiding in the darkness of the sand and she falls. The killer hunting her just laughs and stabs her shoulder blade into the ground with the knife he used to kill her friends. She screeches in pain, clutching at the knife stuck in her shoulder seeping out blood into the sand, washing away and dying the ocean. He straddles her, making sure she can't get out from underneath and he slowly gropes the knife out of her, relishing in her screams as she cries in pain.
And then, he starts caressing her with the knife, tracing the outline of her eyes and cheekbones before he raises the knife and plunges it into the top of her eye, meticulously outlining her eyeball from inside before he finishes the left eye and he takes the knife out, groaning in pleasure as it squelches and the eye comes with the knife. He takes the eye in his hand, inspecting it while she howls in pain, clutching at her missing organ. He finishes and has a devilish smile as he speaks for the first time. "Say 'ah' and open up!" And when she refuses, shaking her head back and forth feverishly, he stabs the knife into her jaw, then prying it open and forcing her eyeball into her mouth. She gags and vomits and still he forces her to eat.
He turns it off, pausing it first before powering off the television. "It gets worse, but with your company, I think it's something I only show the boys." He laughs as if watching a girl be tortured was a joke, and he brings his other arm up to touch your other shoulder. "So how did you like it?" He asks, one side of his face up in a smile like he showed you two puppies playing with a ball.
"You want to recreate that? I mean, I don't know about that last part, you're far too pretty to be like that bitch, but don't you want to be my final girl?" He said, crawling on top of you, a sharp look in his eyes, the white of his teeth standing out in the darkness of the room as he smiles like he just got everything he wanted.
A bit of a shorter one, but in my defense, the last one was 800+ words.
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"Hey, do you wanna prank Raph?" You look up from the book you're reading. "No." Leo pouts, "aww, but I already set it up..." You sigh, setting the book down. "Really? Or are you just saying that because you want me to prank him anyway?" He gasps, putting a hand to his heart. "You wound me! As if I would ever lie to you about something as serious as a prank!" He fakes fainting and then gets up with puppy eyes looking at you. "Yeah no, that was a lie, but please? Please please please?" He blinks, pupils huge for some odd reason.
You sigh. "Fine. I guess I'll help you." He smiles and uses his katanas to open up a portal into Raph's section of the lair. "Okay, so you put on this costume-" He hands you a large purple bunny costume that looks suspiciously like Mrs. Cuddles, which you know Raph is scared of. You touch Leo's shoulder, guiding him back to you.
"No, I'm not going to do this. He is genuinely scared of Mrs. Cuddles, and that is going too far." He pouts, looking sideways. "Fine. I didn't want to do the prank anyway." He claims as he closes the portals and you're back in the living room holding the costume.
"Leo, I know you're disappointed, but that really feels like too far. I like pranks too, but..." He shrugs it off, doing an exaggerated motion. "It's fine!" He waves it off, "I put a skeleton in there too, just in case." A scream can be heard in the lair and then a very loud "LEONARDO!"
His face pales, and he quickly makes a portal out of there, "I didn't do it though, okay?" And he makes his escape out of there. You roll your eyes and sit back down, only to realize there's a fake skeleton in your spot. You close your eyes and sigh. "Leo, really? Both him and I?"
You laugh it off, moving the skeleton out of your spot. Raph rushes in, "Did you see Leonardo?" You gesture to the fake skeleton next to you, "Yes, I did." He sighs, and rushes off to the next room.
It's been so long since he's had to chase around children. Ever since Bruce grew up and lost his parents, Alfred hasn't had to chase him around the house or the grounds. Of course, since you and Dick Grayson had shown up, it's been considerably worse as the both of you have far too much energy now.
He's currently watching the both of you playing around in the outside, both trying to beat the other to a race. You'd been at it for quite a while, with him winning most. "One more! One more." You pant out with every breath you take in. Dick laughs out, but he too is panting. "Ha, as if! I still win." You stand back up and face him. "Then why not do one more race?"
He shrugs and smiles, "Okay then. Your loss." Both of you move back to where the designated start line is. "Wait, if this is the last one, then let's a lap around the fountain." You look at him and shrug. "Okay, but this time I'll win." You both get ready for the start.
Alfred's staring at you both, no longer occupied with his rocking back and forth in his rocking chair. He starts you off, "Ready, set, go!" You both take off, Dick quickly beating you in the speed he has, so you begin to run faster, faster than usual. He can see that your legs are wobbling and you're going to fall- "Slow down Master Dick! M-" He yells out a bit too late, as you fall on the concrete surrounding the fountain and begin to cry.
"OW! It hurts..." Alfred and Dick rush over to you, and Alfred quickly gets down to your level. You show him the scrape on your leg that's bleeding and he nods. "The two of you are going to kill this old man." He laughs, but neither of you laugh with him. Dick helps you up and Alfred leads the both of you to the kitchen in the manor where he keeps some of the first aid.
He pulls out the first aid kit and grabs a bandage and an alcohol wipe. You're sitting in a chair and watch as he bends down to rub the alcohol on the scrape. "Now, this is going to hurt, so be prepared." He warns as he puts the wipe on and gets all of the dirt away. He then puts the bandage on and kisses it. "It'll get better soon, but no more racing for today.
Both you and Dick pout. Then Dick starts running off, "But we can play games, I'll beat you there!" You take off after him, and Alfred sighs. "Master Bruce... Why?He mutters as he too takes off to yell at the both of you for running in the house.
Kind of lazy since most of this is his canon dialogue but at least it's not OOC.
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"Ooh. It's dark down here isn't it?" He says, looking at you for a moment before realizing he's blinding you with his flashlight eye. A large crash echoes through the facility and you both freeze up. He looks back at you, aiming at your legs now as not to blind you again. "Hear that?" You give him a look, not saying anything before rolling your eyes. "Ah, heard that, got it." A wall falls down and the path that was there is no longer.
"... So that way's blocked." You roll your eyes again, tilting your head up in a silent gesture to get him to shut up. "Hey that way's open." You look over to where the bright light is shown and lo and behold, there's away. You shoot a portal and drop down, starting to walk.
"This place is so creepy. You know, They say the old caretaker of this place went absolutely crazy. Chopped up his entire staff. Of robots. All of them robots. They say at night you can still hear the screams. Of their replicas. All of them functionally indistinguishable from the originals. No memory of the incident. Nobody knows what they’re screaming about. Absolutely terrifying. Though obviously not paranormal in any meaningful way."
Jeez, does he ever shut up? It's not like now is an appropriate time to saying ghost stories! GLaDOS is trying to kill the both of you and all he's doing is making it worse!
Everything hits all at once, your hunger, your tiredness, your fear, and you begin to tear up. You just wanted to be small, it's too exhausting to keep doing this all the time!
"Whoa, hey hey! I didn't mean to make you scared, it's just a story!" You shake your head, and speak your first words to him. "Not that, I just tired, wanna be small." He tilts his head, eyes drifting off as he thinks. He doesn't say anything, but then he puts his head onto yours and leans all the way down so you have crouch. "There you go! You're small now!"
You shake your head, giggling a little bit before exhaustion kicks back in. You sit down, laying your head against the wall. He gets down with you, staring at you but not in your face. Since you have time, guess you have to explain age regression to a robot now...
Mikey had dragged you over to make cookies with him, brushing his brothers aside as they 'don't understand a great artist like him.' In all honesty, you think he just wanted some time alone with you instead of all together like they insist.
It was nice. Yes, he did insist that he should be doing all of the baking as he is the best cook, but he did let you have control of the frosting and cooking decorating, which was unlike him!
Honestly it was a lot of fun, and him regaling all of his fun adventures in the mystic city didn't stop you from slipping down a little bit, you were having so much fun you just automatically ended up slipping anyway.
It took a while for him to notice, but you were certainly a lot more giggly than you normally are when you're not regressed. Well, that and you had messed up more cookies than he expected you to.
He plopped down into the seat next to you and leaned towards you, "Hey! How old are you feeling right now?" You raise up your fingers to the approximate age you're feeling, with a big smile on your face.
He smiles back at you and hands a cooled down cookie. "Okay! Want to color while I finish the cookies?" You nod your head and he hands you a sketchbook he filled with penned out drawings for you to color.
You have so much fun coloring you don't even realize that the brothers heard the ding on the timer for the oven and came in. Mikey doesn't say anything, but points to you and whispers: "little."
"Honey!” Harley yells out, walking up the stairs to the room she made for you. She sounds so excited which is a good thing for you, maybe she's rewarding you for playing along with her. She knocks and waits fro a few seconds before opening the door, a large smile on her face.
You look at her, noticing that something is hidden behind her back, and she gives you a little wink. "I know the spooky season is coming around... and well, you've been so good, I think we can have a little movie night!"
She beams at you with happiness, showing off matching onesies, with black and red argyle patterns that take up the entirety of the onesie. "Well, what do you think?" She waits for your answer, and when you reply, "I think that sounds great mom," she somehow gets happier than she was before.
She hops onto your bed, wrapping you in kisses and her arms, and then with a big wet kiss on the forehead she leaves the onesie on the bed and gets up. "I'm so excited kiddo!" She squeals and leaves the room, giving you privacy to change into the clothing.
You do, and then you go downstairs, and she's already picked out a bunch of kid friendly Halloween movies for you to choose from. "I'm so glad I got you off of the streets kiddo." She sighs, a happy look on her face.
You pause. Yes, she kidnapped you and forces you to be a kid, but it's really not that bad. "I'm glad too, mom."
