thank you @jackie-shitposts for sending me the post that inspired this. and both you and @emily-prentits for helping me see the light of making six different trauma shirts <3
more versions under the cut because i couldnt pick just one traumatic moment. tell me which one is your favorite
Paperstar: Hey, wake up.
Player: Wha- what?!
Paperstar: I just murdered your entire family
Player: ... my parents are out tonight?
Paperstar: Then who are these people in your house!?
Player: THERE'S PEOPLE IN MY HOUSE!?
Do you ever just think about how Zach and ivy could've been vile agents?
Like they fit the bill alright, orphaned, desperate, and without any money
Just think, if they didn't decide to go into racing, they could've became one of viles elite operatives working alot like the mechanic and the driver, ivy would've been saira bellums protégé and Zach would've been cleos.
They most likely would've even met blacksheep at some point too.
Idk I've just been thinking about this alot idk.
To think these little cuties could've been vile operatives 😭
i can’t believe i forgot to upload this… have some more player :]
i know we’ve established they wear scene gear but at home they take a more casual approach to it in order to be more comfy - as in, they just wear their pjs but put on some pins/gloves/legwarmers/a but of makeup and otherwise just leave it be. they go all out when they go outside tho
yandere! vile operatives after you've lost your memories
summary: your memories have been wiped after failing a mission. how do some yandere vile operatives handle that?
warnings: yandere, dark content, kidnapping, stalking, suggestive in crackle's, mentions of manipulation, pg-13 content
pairing(s): tigress, crackle, paperstar, mime bomb, carmen sandiego x reader
the cold of the metal chair stings your back. groggily opening your eyes, panic sets in as you feel the rope wrapped and tied around your wrists. you'd inspect where you currently are, but you can't, not with this blonde woman sitting in your lap. tigress' nails are gently caressing your cheek, a loving action but threatening nonetheless. your breath quickens as her lips raise into a smirk. "scream, and you'll regret it..."
"you're so beautiful like this," crackle whispers. "under me." your face flushes, hot with want. the man above you, holding himself up by grabbing fistfuls of sheet, seems completely different than the one you went on a date with today. however, you certainly aren't complaining. little do you know just how carefully the aussie has planned this. how many tiny details and perfect words went into making you his all over again.
her eyes drown you. so full, wide with eager anticipation. your hands tremble as you grab the neatly wrapped box in front of you, trying to ignore poisonous smell. you panic as you try to see if there's a correct way to open the box, hoping to not infuriate her and end up with the same end as your roommate. you open the package carefully, setting the ribbons to the side. dread clouds all of your senses as the human heart stares into your soul. paper star laughs, softly and cute, as if she played a harmless prank. "do you like it?"
"could you do 'trapped in a box'?" and he does, gloved hands staging himself as a pathetic victim who's stuck in nothing. you chuckle either out of genuine humor or pity, you're unsure. your housemate found you after losing everything, from memories to your home. you were so close to giving up but he showed you a kindness you weren't sure was real. the very least you can do is support his miming gig. you're still clueless to the fact that invisible strings are the easiest to pull.
carmen's body heat was perfect for a lullaby. however, your headaches kept you wide awake. you move your girlfriend's curled bangs away from her face and tucked them behind her ear. that action seemed to stir her sleep, which you immediately felt awful for. you whisper a quick sorry and for her to resume her rest. she peers up into your eyes before her own droop back into sleep. "you're too sweet...i'm so glad i didn't have to hurt you..." the shock of her statement lasts longer than it should've. she must be joking, or sleep talking, there's a reasonable explanation. right?
Me: Carmen seems to be strong.
Also me: Because she's strong, I guess I should... *opens documents* WRITE SOME ANGSTY FANFICTION ABOUT TRAUMA AND SUCH AND SOME BEHIND THE SCENES THINGS
IF ANYONE HAS THE UNRELEASED PILOT/S I WILL. DO ANYTHING. TO GET MY AUTISTIC AUSTRALIAN HANDS ON THEM. PL E AS E. I WILL DRAW FOR U I WILL EDIT FOR U I WILL WRITE FOR YOU PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE