He's So Pretty..... @cedric-my-beloved 🫶🫡

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

I've made it my mission personally to sit in every chair incorrectly because sitting normally means I've got manners.

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I do not in fact have manners....at all.

Hey so I learned now that I LOVE the yandere sbg cast and I need to spill this out because I love your writing style a lot!

Reader that's like a swan and the moon beautiful elegent but so mysterious at the same time and when fighting uses ballerina moves and basically is like blood in snow having this strange arura that just lures you in at the same time!

Shadowed blood

The gang x Swan-like! GN! Reader

This was rly pretty 🥺 I actually had fun writing this and also asked a friend about what ballet was like since she did lots of classes when she was younger. Very talented, she helped me write it whbqgagshdjg

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The moonlight spilled through the cracks of the abandoned building, illuminating your figure. You stood at the center of the room, a hauntingly beautiful silhouette amidst the shadows. Your head tilted slightly, a serene expression gracing your face, as if you hadn’t noticed the gang of phantoms encircling you.

But they knew.

Even if they didn’t understand what it was, the phantoms could feel it—the magnetic pull of your presence, the elegance of your movements, the quiet promise of destruction hidden behind the beauty.

With a delicate step, you moved forward, your posture straight, your arms graceful, as if you were on a stage instead of a battlefield. The phantoms hesitated, unsure whether to attack or admire, but the moment passed swiftly as you twirled, your twin blades flashing like silver ribbons in the dim light.

Blood painted the floor like crimson snowflakes, a grotesque yet mesmerizing contrast to your movements. Each pirouette was a slash, each leap a fatal blow, your strikes landing with precision that seemed almost supernatural. You danced through the chaos, untouchable, your serene expression never faltering.

The Gang stood frozen near the doorway, watching in stunned silence. None of them had seen you like this before—not in your full glory.

“Holy crap,” Taylor whispered, her usual bubbly demeanor replaced by awe. “She’s... terrifying,” Tyler muttered, his eyes wide.

“Terrifying?” Aiden shot back, unable to tear his gaze away. “She’s beautiful.”

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When the last phantom fell, you stopped in the middle of the carnage, surrounded by bodies and blood. Your chest rose and fell steadily, the only sign of exertion, and your blades hung loosely at your sides. Slowly, you turned toward the group, your head tilting ever so slightly in that strange, swan-like way you had.

"Oh...Hello” you spoke softly, your voice carrying an otherworldly calm.

The calm broke the spell.

Ashlynn stepped forward first, her usual tense demeanor cracked by the flicker of emotion in her eyes. “You didn’t need our help,” she said, her voice quiet. “No,” you replied, offering a faint smile. “But I’m glad you’re here.”

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Later, as the group walked back together, they couldn’t stop stealing glances at you. Even now, with your weapons sheathed and your movements subdued, you carried that same air of mystery and grace. It was as if the moonlight itself had taken human form, luminous and untouchable.

“You’re like a fucking swan,” Tyler blurted out, breaking the silence. You raised an eyebrow, amused. “A swan?”

Logan nodded, "Yeah. All elegant and graceful, but deadly if you get too close.”

The others nodded in agreement, and for once, there was no teasing or banter. They couldn’t deny it. You weren’t just a part of their group—you were something else entirely. Something they couldn’t fully understand but couldn’t look away from, either.

And none of them could shake the feeling that they’d been drawn into your orbit for a reason.

Spin Me!

Ragatha x Fem!Reader

The Amazing Digital Circus is infecting me. I've got a Kinger and Ragatha plus....I just ordered Jax...

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It started as a random, impulsive thing.

One day, while wandering around the circus grounds, Y/n spotted Ragatha standing idly, lost in thought. Without even thinking, Y/n ran up, grabbed her hands, and spun her in a quick, twirling motion before stepping back and acting as if nothing had happened.

Ragatha had barely processed what just occurred, her head still spinning slightly as she blinked at Y/n, who simply stood there, hands on her hips, pretending like she hadn’t just twirled her around out of nowhere.

“Did you just—”

“Dunno what you’re talking about,” Y/n said casually, looking off to the side.

Ragatha stared at her for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Okay, sure. Whatever you say, Dee.”

But then it kept happening.

Every so often, Y/n would randomly find Ragatha, grab her hands, and spin her around—sometimes with a playful grin, sometimes without a single word—before standing there like nothing happened. Ragatha started expecting it, bracing herself for the inevitable twirl every time Y/n got that mischievous glint in her button eyes.

It became their thing, a little habit that Ragatha secretly loved.

So, when a day passed and Y/n didn’t do it, Ragatha immediately noticed.

They were walking together near the main tent when Ragatha suddenly stopped and turned to Y/n, hands on her hips. “Okay, what gives?”

Y/n blinked, confused. “Huh?”

“You didn’t spin me today.” Ragatha narrowed her eyes. “Are you sick? Are you broken? Did Jax mess with you?”

Y/n snorted, crossing her arms. “That’s what you’re worried about?”

“Yes,” Ragatha said seriously. “It’s tradition now. If you don’t spin me at least once a day, I start questioning reality more than usual.”

Y/n chuckled, shaking her head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet, you’re the one who started this,” Ragatha pointed out, smirking. “So? What’s the deal?”

Y/n hesitated before rubbing the back of her neck. “I dunno. Just figured I’d give you a break.”

Ragatha gasped dramatically. “I don’t want a break! Spin me, coward!”

Y/n laughed, rolling her eyes before finally grabbing Ragatha’s hands and spinning her around. Ragatha let out a happy little giggle as she twirled, her dress swishing slightly before Y/n steadied her.

“Happy now?” Y/n teased.

Ragatha grinned. “Very.”

And from that day on, Y/n never skipped a spin again.

*crawls out of a dusty vent*

COUGH COUGH- hi so I am here for a yandere sbg x reader story 😃

Kk so here: reader and the yandere group are in their room when the group is on one of their rapacious again and their not in the phantom realm reader has a thing were she would just softly massage their head with their soft and warms hands to soften them up like cats and after cuddle them singing to them and after reader does this the whole facility is FLABBERGASTED how they folded THAT fast I mean they have like hearts in their eyes lovesick even the parents are a little impressed at how reader dealt with them🤭

Anyways that all I got 😃🥲 srry if long 😔

Warm hands, Soft Touches

Yandere! SBG gang x Fem! Reader

This concept was literally so adorable :') I love them. Slowly working through these I promise! Enjoy!

-Writer Icy<3

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Warm Hands, Soft Hearts

The air in your room was heavy with tension. The gang—Ashlynn, Tyler, Taylor, Aiden, Ben, and Logan—sat scattered on the floor and bed, their expressions sharp and ravenous as their usual obsessive tendencies simmered just beneath the surface. They were spiraling again, each one trying to find a way to claim you entirely for themselves.

Ashlynn tapped her nails against her phone screen, pretending to scroll through pictures of you she’d secretly taken. Tyler’s foot tapped an impatient rhythm, his jaw clenched. Taylor leaned against your desk, arms crossed as her eyes wandered around, staring at anyone who dared to sit too close to you. Aiden was quiet but had that dangerously calm look in his eyes, his hands gripping his sleeves as he sat on the floor, back against the bed. Logan fidgeted with a pen, scribbling words you couldn't quite see at your desk, and Ben just sat against the wall across from Aiden, cold and brooding, his eyes tracking your every move.

"Guys," you said softly, breaking the suffocating silence. "You’re all worked up again. It’s too much."

You could see their reactions shift—some looking sheepish, others doubling down on their intensity. Tyler scoffed under his breath.

"Worked up?" Tyler muttered darkly. "You have no idea."

Instead of snapping back or letting their energy overwhelm you, you did what always worked. You sighed softly and knelt on the bed, gesturing for Ashlynn to come closer.

“Come here,” you murmured.

She blinked, stunned, before obediently sliding to sit cross-legged in front of you. Slowly, you reached out and placed your warm hands on her head, your thumbs pressing gently into her temples.

Ashlynn’s body instantly relaxed, her shoulders dropping as you worked small, soothing circles into her scalp. Her breathing slowed, her lips parting slightly. “Oh…” she whispered, her voice almost dreamy.

"Who's next?" you asked softly, glancing around the room.

Logan was the first to break, his face flushing red as he practically stumbled forward to take Ashlynn's spot. Your hands worked their magic, brushing through his hair with a calm tenderness that made him melt like butter. He let out a soft sigh, his usual sharp demeanor crumbling.

One by one, they all caved.

Tyler leaned into your hands with a groan, muttering something about how "this doesn't change anything," though the hearts practically spinning in his eyes said otherwise. Aiden, who rarely showed much vulnerability, closed his eyes and let himself sink into your touch, looking like he’d just been given a taste of heaven.

When you got to Taylor, she rested her forehead against your shoulder as you worked, her quiet, lovesick smile hidden from everyone else. Ben was the last to come forward, looking slightly tense and agitated. Yet when your fingers slid into his hair, his icy exterior melted entirely, and he leaned so far into your hands he nearly toppled over.

When they were all sufficiently relaxed, you slid back onto the bed and spread your arms. "Okay, now all of you come here."

They didn’t hesitate.

Ashlynn and Taylor were the first to cuddle up against you, each clinging to your sides. Ben sprawled across the foot of the bed, his head resting against your leg, while Aiden curled up by your other side, his face buried in your shoulder. Tyler nestled against your back, and even Logan found a spot, tucking himself awkwardly against the headboard but keeping his hand resting possessively on yours.

As you softly sang a calming tune, your fingers tracing soothing patterns on their backs or across their necks and cheeks, they all sank deeper into the warmth you provided. Their usual intensity had dulled, replaced by a lovesick haze as they clung to you like you were their lifeline.

Downstairs, the parents were sitting in the living room, their usual tense discussions about controlling their kids’ obsessions on pause. Ashlynn's dad, Mike, had gone upstairs to check on the commotion but hadn’t returned, which only made them more curious.

When they finally crept upstairs and peeked into your room, they froze.

The gang—usually impossible to manage, fiery, possessive, and combative—lay bundled up around you like sleepy kittens. Ben, who normally never relaxed, looked completely at peace. Ashlynn had a soft, blissful smile, her head resting on your shoulder. Even Tyler, the most stubborn of the group, looked vulnerable as he held your hand.

Mike turned to the parents, his eyebrows raised. “Well, I’ll be damned.”

The parents exchanged glances, equal parts flabbergasted and impressed.

"How… how did they do that?" one of them whispered.

"Must be magic," Mike murmured, his lips twitching into an amused smile. “Or they’re just that good.”

From that day forward, none of them questioned your methods again. If you could tame their wild, lovesick kids with just your hands and a song, who were they to interfere?

...murder drones x Wall-E

That crossover ...turn it into a fic

STOP WAIT-

That's actually a good idea ....yay nay???

Injecting this art into my bloodstream🌹🌹🌹

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Okay Update: I'm sorry for not posting much! Going through a hard time with emotions and mental health, I'll be okay!! Please send in requests, it helps aloooot!! Please don't fear us, we won't juuudgeee!!!

Here's a snipit of a story for a Platonic/Father figure Master Splinter x Fem! Reader who likes Donnie and needs advice on how to feel

-Writer Icy<3

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Splinter opened his eyes and looked at her with a kind and knowing gaze. "Sit, my child. Tell me what troubles you."

Y/n took a deep breath and sat cross-legged before the wise old rat. "I... I think I've fallen in love with Donatello," she admitted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "But I don't know what to do. I don't want to ruin our friendship or make things awkward between us."

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Enjoy that little snippet! I'll try to update tonight or sometime today if I can!!! Please Request guys🥹🙏🏻🙏🏻

I'm so late to this holy shnizzle....

@dancingdonatello @chaoticspeedrun @gremlinmodetweeker @xenniboii @acey-waceyy123 @taxfruad4ever

I love and appreciate you talented writers and artists. Keep doing what your doing cuz you guys are amazing 👏 🫶

Me writing out the angst for Donatello I’m posting tomorrow ಥ_ಥ

I FEEL SO MEAN (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)

-writer Grem