Hi! Love the artwork! So... Does yourversion of Bowser enjoy headpats or would he tear the arm off of whoever tried to do that to him?
the only one allowed to give him the head scritches is Luigi

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Hi! Love the artwork! So... Does yourversion of Bowser enjoy headpats or would he tear the arm off of whoever tried to do that to him?
the only one allowed to give him the head scritches is Luigi
Inside the Prison, she walks the place, bare feet hitting the metal floors of the catwalk. Her hair, the color of dark chocolate, falls to her tailbone while her bangs obscure her face. Sighing in irritation, Kenzie scrapes them off her face. She really *should* find something to cut her hair.
"Ah, hello my little ones." She says, crouching down with a grin, her eyes a dark green meaning happiness.
The little Maggie Mako and little Poe only look up at her in response with their black eyes. "Would you like me to carry you both?" She asks, causing the two smaller Nightmare Critters to quickly get closer to her in response.
Grinning, Kenzie picks them up and kisses their heads when she straightens again. She once took care of all the kids in Playcare, and since she was woken up down here after that day she was drugged and brought to the Prison, she looks after all of the toys as best as she can because they are all still her children.
She turns her head when she sees the security camera in her peripheral, grinning up at it. She shouldn't like him, because he was the one who turned all the kids to toys to begin with, but she does. And she's always felt safe around him, and knowing he's always watching them.
"Hello, Doctor Sawyer!" She says happily. Even after all these years, she still looks to be in her mid-twenties.
His attention is grabbed when his name is called somewhere else. It's always something he keeps an eye out for.
The camera whirls softly, adjusting the angle and focus onto whomever spoke his name. An ex Playcare worker. That much he can gleam from her appearance. She shouldn't know his name though. Peculiar... Likely poking around where she shouldn't be. The way those parasites cling to her is strange, but as of the current she isn't interesting enough to want to pry further. None of the ordinary Playcare workers ever really did stand out to him.
"And to what purpose are you making yourself known to me? Anyone with half a brain that knows my name, knows it's a bad idea to disturb me. Let alone someone so... irritatingly mortal."
Inside the Prison, sitting on one of the safety rails of the upper levels, a chubby young brunette paddles her feet off the edge of it, looking down with several smaller Nightmare Critters on either side of her. Besides her much longer brown hair, she looks the same as she did when she was drugged and put here.
"Well, well... Eddie Ritterman... I never thought I'd see YOU again." She says, the irises of her eyes turning orange meaning annoyance as she scrapes her long bangs off her pale face.
"To what do we owe the displeasure of seeing you again?" Kenzie asks him.
He glances up, towards the voice, then touches his hand to his temples with a sigh.
“Another distraction…”
Nevertheless, he realises it would be unwise to simply turn his back on her, so he angles his wheelchair to face her. And the little… creatures, at her side.
“What do you want?” He says, flatly. “Be aware, I have no remorse, little pity, and even less time.”
This isn't so much of a request as it is a question: Do you have any Eddie Brock and Venom headcanons that you'd like to share with us?
as of late i'm currently juggling between the dbf!joel fic and one of my wattpad books i want to finish before the year ends (it's jake peralta x fem!oc), while also simultaneously re-watching the last of us
my brother wants to watch it but i actually brainwashed him into thinking it's his idea. the truth is, i just want to see joel miller again for fic and womanly purposes
but it's alright!!!! i brainstormed a bunch of unrelated random headcannons for funsies:
It's okay, Kandi! You don't havta cry about the sticky hands! Here!
*I give you an absolute MOUNTAIN of your favorite candy and chocolate*
oh thank you thank you!!!
i will gobble it all up!
Hi, there! I love your Eddie Brock stuff (scruffy older man carrying an alien, my beloved), so may I please make a request?
Eddie and Venom with a chubby younger female reader that gets constantly made fun of for her weight. She has low self-esteem, but Eddie and Venom think she's absolutely perfect.
Thanks in advance!
hi hello thank u sm for requesting. i'd never written hurt/comfort involving body image. hope i did justice to ur idea my fellow eddie brock enthusiast 🫶🏼 read it here