Hi,would You Write A Sfw Or Nsfw Alphabet For One Of The Charcaters In Your List?If So, Could You Write

Hi,would you write a sfw or nsfw alphabet for one of the charcaters in your list?If so, could you write one of your choice for Jason the Toymaker?

Aah, I don't do Alphabets right now - I may start at some point? But for now, I only write headcanons, one-shots, matchups, etc. Thanks for asking <3

Heya dear fella! ^^

I was wondering... What about some platonic Hcs for BEN, Jeff, Helen and Toby (Sepparetly) with an early teen fem!reader (like 12-13 years old)?

Like- The reader is just this sweet, kind, caring child who is always trying her best to make people happy always with a smile on her face and make sure their okay (that goes for physical and mental) but is always the one everyone forgets about, the one that's always left out, the one that always fades into the oblivion.

And so one night (at likely 2 am) the creep in question just finds her sitting on the sofa and he, kinda shocked, asks her "hey, you 'kay?"

And then the reader just looks at him with a confused expresion until she starts crying and shaking her head no while saying "I never was!"

This is my kinda prompt :D

Thank you for requesting!!

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BEN

In all honesty, this dude can be pretty oblivious to what's going on around him, especially when it comes down to peoples' feelings. So he genuinely took your blitheful front at face value and assumed you were alright! How could you not be? You seemed so happy all the time!

However, these false conclusions came crumbling down when he spotted you alone in the living room, sporting a blank expression as you stared at what was seemingly nothing. It was a concerning sight, to say the least. So he laid down the food he'd just raided from the refrigerator and walked closer, waving a hand in front of your face.

"Uhh...Y/n? A-are you, like...okay?"

The response he got was certainly not one he was expecting, and it took him greatly off-guard. He was not good at dealing with this sorta stuff, and the way his body stiffened significantly was proof enough of that.

Still, he wasn't about to leave. That would just be immoral. So he took a seat on the coffee table in front of you and tilted his head, letting you ramble on about how no one seemed to care about you even though you made it your #1 goal to ensure everyone else felt heard and accounted for. He held his hand up to halt your words and offered a sincere grin. "Hold up, hold up. I care about you. That counts for something, right?"

Jeff

He figured after seeing you around for a while that something had to be up with you. After all, nobody can be that happy 24/7. But you had never made any effort to signify that you wanted someone to acknowledge the potential struggles you had, so he kinda just shrugged it off with the thought, "if she needed comfort or something, she'd go to someone about it".

This theory of his backfired when he saw you looking so lost and saddened on the sofa, and it honestly startled him; what could have happened that made you so...gloomy? He had just returned from a mission, so his hoodie was coated with patches of fresh blood and his hair was messy, but he figured taking a shower could wait.

Hesitantly, he approached, raising a worried brow. "Y/n, hey. You good?" The glance that he received for that question made his stomach tense, and before he could really process it, you just started to cry, burying your face in your hands and explaining through tears how you felt ignored and insignificant. He blinked in confusion but sat down beside you nonetheless, resting his arms on his knees and leaning forward to get a look at your expression. His voice softened a bit.

"...Has this been happening for a while?" When you nodded, he huffed in contemplation, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Ya know, if you wanted help, you could've just asked. I know this place is chaotic, but bearing a burden like this alone is just not ideal. You gotta let people know how you feel. Otherwise they'll probably never catch on. They're all idiots."

You sniffled, and he gently patted your back, lacing a lighter tone into his words. "Feel free to come to me, okay? I know I can be an asshole but I promise I won't give you a hard time about it."

Helen

Like Ben, he's a bit unaware of what people are feeling, but only because he's always so lost in thought. From the way you carried yourself all the time, he was almost jealous of you. Why couldn't he be that content with his life? What was he doing wrong to prevent that?

He just kinda shut down for a few seconds when he noticed you on the couch, appearing solemn. What was he supposed to do? He's not a 'people person' by any means, and even so, the two of you were never very close. Then he thought back to that time he was being tormented by Johnny and you stood up for him, and a decision was made.

Hesitantly, he willed himself to walk over and sit a couple of feet away from you, staring at the floor and speaking in a low voice. "Are you...alright?"

"No. I haven't been. Not for a long time." It was difficult to comprehend, as you had never once acted miserable in the past, but here he was, and here you were, experiencing it. He listened unsurely to your venting without interruption, and when you tapered into a sob-brimmed silence, he took it as his cue to - albeit reluctantly - place a hand on your upper back and provide words of attempted consolation.

"...Sorry you've had to deal with that. If you want to...you can come up to my room and we can sketch or something? I have some extra supplies you can use. Just to...get your mind off of everything."

Toby

Toby is no stranger to feeling lonely or disregarded, except he never purposefully convinced people that he was 'okay'. He knew that you weren't what you seemed, however, and though he never attempted to further confirm this (he has his own troubles to worry about, after all), he still watched closely on occasion, as he's a naturally observant person.

Seeing you on the couch in the middle of the night rose questions within him, and he didn't put much thought behind the matter before stepping over and speaking with a muted voice. "What's wrong with you?"

"Everything," is what you mumbled after several moments, and he leaned away in mild alarm when you started crying. This was certainly a concerning thing to witness. Still, instinct kicked in, and he sat down close by your side, brushing some hair out of your face.

He didn't say anything, as he was never very skilled with verbal comfort, but when he realized that your emotional breakdown might last a while, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him, expecting to be pushed away, but you only reciprocated.

And like that, you stayed, until you settled down enough to uphold a conversation. Then he opened his mouth. "Hey... Jane and I are getting together tomorrow to play chess. Wanna join us?"

EEEEEE~ I love the headcanons! They are fun to read! ✨ Can I have a headcanons where BEN and Zalgo swapping roles and place? BEN Drowned the dark lord and Zalgo the technology lover.

Thank you thank you thank you!! All these sweet words bring so much joy to my heart 🥺❤️

I don't write for Zalgo so I won't be doing this request, I'm sorry! Although I can imagine that Ben would reign over his subjects with a wire to shock them when they did something unsatisfactory and he would speak to them in meme to confuse them. Also, he'd make them do Fortnite dances for him when he's bored.

IMPORTANT

OKAY, here's the deal. My life is a mess right now and honestly I forgot Tumblr even exists. For this, I apologize.

I do not know how often I will be coming back here. I have a crap ton of stuff to do and I don't need to add 'stress over Tumblr fics' to that list. However, I fully intend to read through and answer the requests people have sent me. Eventually. I work very very incredibly slow. This is a side thing I do purely for fun, it isn't my main project by any means, which is why I haven't bothered being super dedicated, now or in the past.

I answer my drafts when I can and am up to it. I feel really bad for keeping all of you waiting for so long—please know that it isn't personal and that I'm not just ignoring your questions. I really do plan on getting to them in good time. I'm just tired and anxious and busy and that isn't a recipe for motivation, inspiration, or creativity.

I just needed to address that, because I feel a gnawing sense of guilt every time I log in here and I look through my inbox, only to see oodles and oodles of unanswered requests. I'm sorry for not being someone who's here and active often. I meant to be when I first started, but life sometimes doesn't work out the way we want it to.

Happy New Year. 2024 feels wrong, but alas, it's here. I've had a really lousy last few months and I'm really hoping this year it'll all turn around. Thanks for reading and I hope everyone has a great day/night <3

I have a question if mind me asking but what are your WIPs (work in progress requests)?

I have two in my drafts atm, one where Y/n is a witch and the other where Y/n is turned into a demon by a cult because Jack couldn't get there in time to stop it.

I promise I'm getting them all done as fast as I can :)

I loved your autistic little sister headcanons for cody and toby!

Possibly one for Masky + EJ, an autistic little sister (15/16 years). And level 1/2 asd?

A bit self indulgent 😭 but i loved the headcanons

Aaa, I'm so glad you enjoyed them that much 😭

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Masky

Masky was created as a separate identity from Tim solely to do the Operator's bidding, but he still has to deal with many aspects of Tim's life. You are one of these 'aspects'.

It isn't as if you are a constant pest or anything, and you can certainly fend for yourself under most circumstances, so Masky never really bothered hating you, or even severely disliking you. You were just Tim's sister; nothing more, nothing less. Yet, having to be around you often gradually made him feel something different. Something akin to fondness. Something...protective and foreign.

He grew to care for you, somehow. You innocently, unintentionally wormed your way into his heart over time, strolling right through the gates like you owned the place. And now, he supposed, you did. At least to a degree.

Because he views you as family, you manage to get away with a lot more things than anyone else could ever dream about—most of them are very benign, such as asking questions, or sassing him on occasion, or some type of physical gesture, like leaning against him or messing with his hair or even just flicking him. He would absolutely annihilate anyone else, but he just can't find it within himself to bring you harm.

If a single person ever does anything remotely 'not nice' to you, or even alludes to it, best be certain Masky will have something to say about it. He has this instinctive urge to just...keep you safe, and out of emotional distress, in whatever way he possibly can. He doesn't understand why or how he can love you when he doesn't love anything, but he realized that fighting it does nothing, so he merely succumbs to it.

Eyeless Jack

When Jack was permanently, unwillingly transformed into the creature he is now, he didn't remember much of anything. His life was a blur, his friends were distant recollections, and the only thing he could seem to focus on was the untameable fury coursing through his veins.

But then you showed up in his mind again and he felt all the love and protectiveness he ever possessed for you times ten. Suddenly, you were the sole focus in his thoughts. The only thing that mattered, was you.

Jack is not naturally an aggressive person, but throw in someone who's treated you poorly into the mix? Rest assured they are no longer safe. This man will work so, so hard to protect you, and has on so many occasions. Your presence is the only thing that gives him real, true happiness. He feels like he has a purpose with you around instead of convincing himself he's utter garbage.

You have had to talk him out of many-a breakdowns, however, when he starts worrying for your wellbeing. He doesn't want to accidentally hurt you one day. He's stuck between a rock and a hard place: keep you with him, or toss you to the wolves. He would never do the latter, but sometimes he can't help but wonder if you are truly safe around him. He knows he's capable of horrendous things, things he can't control, and the very idea terrifies him for your sake.

Yet there's no doubt in anyone's mind that he would sacrifice everything, anyone, to make sure you're okay. You are his lifeline, and he is yours, and you'd never have it any other way.