#(Platonic)

[queertations]

"'Do I actually want a romantic and sexual relationship, or do I just have a really intense platonic love for someone and I wanted to have some sort of validation that I was significant in your life the way you are in mine?'"

been going a little bit insane about this sentence from Ace by Angela Chen for the past week

[scribbledswans]

doodles of coolkid and cryptid!reader (platonic ofc) having a nice little teaparty maybe

i'd imagine they can roughhouse in the way coolkid needs to :]

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi can I please a platonic dream bbq ena x reader from the human world but when they wake up in that strange digital world they find themselves in a different body. Perhaps they are now a wyvern hybrid somehow, like their head and torso are the same but everything else was changed. Anyway they somehow end up working with ena to help take down the boss and she tries to help them adjust to their new life. Thanks!

One moment, things seemed perfectly normal for you. It was just another mundane afternoon.

And the next...you passed out and woke up somewhere completely foreign. Nowhere near your home, workplace, or anywhere familiar.

It seems you were on some island, with unusual structures, a patterned ceramic floor, and mysterious arches in front of blue entities. And tiny people in paper lanterns strung over your head.

Even the sky looked most unnerving as you flinched at the sight of a massive hazelnut brown eye peering down upon you, like it was some god.

When you tried getting up, you're quick to realize that your arms aren't exactly, well, arms anymore.

Instead they've somehow become dragon wings. They were made of cloth, as though cut from a flag of Wessex, but the claws on them were made of the hardest stone.

Yet as you flapped them, they generated an unusually strong gust of wind that not only propelled you upright, but made you hover at least three feet in the air.

You were startled as you dropped back down to the ground, discovering your legs were also dragonlike, too. They appeared as though they came fresh out of a 3-D printer, but the claws on your feet were also made of stone.

How strange...

And of course, you had a barbed tail that was disconnected from the rest of your body, but it floated behind you. It was covered in scales, resembling that one dragon from that one fantasy video game you recently played with the highest graphic settings applied.

Or....was it the dragon from that one dark fantasy movie you saw in 4K?

You couldn't remember.

The only normal parts about your body were the head and torso, and you still retained the same articles of clothing as before.

Despite all of this, you're not as freaked out as you definitely should have been.

You distinctly remember having arms and legs, but your head was still fuzzy and you couldn't quite make sense of where you were or how you even got here-

"My, my...what big claws you have! Tell me, newcomer, what's your profession? Do your wings help you climb the ladder and attain a well-deserved promotion?"

You see somebody approach you. She definitely wasn't human, but looked humanoid enough to be a familiar sight. Her body was split down the middle, her smile trapped to the red side.

"Um...actually I am-"

"STOP RIGHT THERE!!! I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GONNA SAY!!!" Suddenly her jagged paler side dominates the conversation, frowning deeply. "You're not the Boss!! So let's cut the crap!!"

"Boss? What?" You frown. "I was gonna say I'm not....erm...from around here..."

".....oh--well isn't this a treat? You've arrived from somewhere beyond our business scope! I smell great potential!" Her red half returns to lighten the mood, clasping her mitten hand against her geometric one. "Ena's the name. What do I owe the pleasure?"

"I don't...think you could help me. But I'm not from this world. Like at all." You try to explain. "I was somebody else one moment, and the next I woke up here as this...weird, wyvern thing."

She's quiet, taking in all this information, before she chuckles. "Ah. Wyvern! Such a charming name! I concur that your visage may intimidate future clients, but worry not! I can teach you excellent strategies for coping with the ups and downs and works of the trade!! Of course, though, I don't offer my services for free." Her smile falls flat for a moment, her triangular eyes piercing through you. "...you have to agree to the following terms and conditions...."

There's a long pause, and you realize she's waiting for your response.

Even though you had a feeling your name wasn't "Wyvern", you couldn't exactly tell Ena that now---as she's 101% convinced that's your name and wouldn't accept anything else.

"Okay, so what do you need from me? Money?"

"Oh nononononono! No, no, no!! I am not one of those sleazy contractors who entangle poor souls in sign-up fees and cancellation fees!" She huffs, almost sounding insulted. "YOU, my dear draconic associate, are gonna help me find the Boss. You see, he's our next target, and I just know you can put those claws and teeth to work!! So let's shake on it."

Extending her clawed hand, she waits in anticipation, but you were rightfully hesitant.

"That's a kind offer, but...why help me? We just met not even-"

"So what?" Her meaner side grunts, fingers twitching with impatience. "My job sucks, so I might as well have someone else to share in my misery. Besides, I'm the best you got. So what's it gonna be??"

"Yes. Yes..I'll go with you." Sighing, you awkwardly stretch your wing out, your stone claw coming to rest in her palm, and that seemed to suffice for a handshake, as the salesperson half of her smiled. Just a little softer.

"Bless you for your business, Wyvern. I promise you won't regret this. Now let's review the job description."

[acosmicbee]

A suggestion because I think you could do it well

How about…

1. A caregiver android that took care of you as a kid but now you’re getting ready to go to college and move into your new apartment, and you come across them in the basement and decide to take them with you for old times sake. They can clean and cook and… baby you? Huh?

2. The 3rd chapter of the hot streamer milf with the kid actually trying to bond with and get comfortable with her. Maybe they finally have a conversation bc the kid doesn’t want to be stuck in a cabin for the rest of their life but the mom tells them that they don’t want that either, it’s just for now.

3. A sickly and neglected noble child ignored by parents gets a new governess

New Teacher

Thanks so much for the ideas! Number 3 was speaking to me so here we go!

You hated being stuck inside all the time. Any time you had the strength to, you'd sneak from your room and make your way to the gardens. It gave the maids and butlers a heart attack every time they went to check on you and your room was empty.

The fresh air made you feel a little better. You would walk, barefoot, in the dewy grass, letting the wind blow through your hair. Sometimes you'd sit in the gazebo out back and watch the little stream flow by. Sometimes you'd lie on the grass by the pond the stream fed into, watching the ducks swim.

You had no responsibilities, unlike your siblings. Then again, most days you could barely get out of bed. You'd be fevered and sweaty and the family doctor would have to come by again to feed you medicine.

You were left alone a lot, which was a little depressing. Your parents wouldn't visit and you only saw them on your better days when you could join the family for a meal. Your siblings would sometimes stop by to bring you a gift from their travels or read you a book. But most of the time, it was just you and your bed and the maids and butlers.

It was another bad day. You were curled up in your bed, feverish and sweaty. You felt cold, curled under your blankets, but you knew you were burning up from the constant cool towel being placed on your forehead. You'd been sickly for so long that your care was routine now and no longer came with panic and fear.

The maids and butlers had long since learned that notifying your parents every time you found yourself on bedrest again did nothing. They wouldn't visit you, citing more important duties as duke and duchess that needed their attention.

It was normal for the new maids to be sent to attend to you during your sick periods, that way they could learn quickly how to help you. It was why you didn't question waking up to an unfamiliar face. A woman was gently shushing you as she moved you over to a plush chair by the fireplace.

You shut your eyes for a second, realizing the maids were changing your bedspread to a clean one. Hands that felt blissfully cold also helped change you into a clean pair of pajamas before you were placed back into soft sheets. The same woman was there at your bedside, quickly replacing the cool cloth on your forehead and gently running a hand through your hair as you drifted off again.

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It was morning this time, you vaguely noted as you woke up again. Clearly hours had past while you slept, something common when you were feverish. Your fever had broken at some point and, while you still didn't feel amazing, you felt better than you had been.

Sitting at your bedside was a woman you didn't recognize, which was a little strange. She was reading a book, her blonde hair up in a braided bun, and she wasn't wearing a maid uniform. When she did eventually glance up at you she instantly smiled seeing you awake, shutting her book and placing it to the side.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Y/N! I am Roxanne, your governess." She cheerfully introduced herself. She seemed to study you for a second, her gaze never wavering. "You know, for someone never formally introduced to high society, you sure are quite the rumor. People have all sorts of crazy things to say about your existence and why you never accompany your parents and siblings to balls."

"It's because I'm sick a lot." You murmured, trying to sit up. Your whole body was sore and it took Roxanne propping you up against some pillows for you to stay upright. "Do people really talk about me? I'm surprised people know I exist at all..."

Roxanne's smile faltered for a second at your words, a near invisible crease forming on her forehead only to be immediately fixed. "Of course they know about you, silly. Although, some people don't think you exist at all. Lack of knowledge makes some people turn to strange answers to try and gain understanding."

A maid entered the room with a tray with some tea and medicine on it. It was only the newest attempt at curing you in a long line of failed pills and tonics. At least it mostly made you drowsy, some of the others had only worsened your condition until they wore off.

Once you'd taken the pill, washing it down with some honey sweetened tea, you were left alone again with Roxanne. When the sleepiness kicked in she helped you lay back down with a smile as she opened her book again.

"The first king of Berina was named Owen Lyonel Alexander IV. He established the kingdom when the land was still open fields and forests. As the kingdom grew he ruled with a fair hand, helping those in need and punishing those who disobeyed his laws." She read to you. She continued reading to you from the book until you eventually fell asleep again.

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"Y/N! For goodness sake let me know when you want to go outside! I practically had a heart attack when I saw your bed empty!" Roxanne scolded. You felt a little bad, but it was such a lovely day out and the fresh air helped you feel better. Besides, you thought after the months she'd been here that she would have learned by now that you were usually outside when not in bed.

You were lying in the grass, watching the ducks swim across the pond. The sun was warm, and you found some coverage under the shade of a large oak tree. The breeze was calm and soothingly cool. But you knew that if you'd asked someone they wouldn't have let you outside.

Not just because of your condition either. There'd been tension and whispers among the staff about some kind of unrest among the peasantry. Even the fenced off grounds were seen as 'too dangerous' for you to be in. But you weren't sure when the next time you'd be well enough to go out was so you snuck out anyway.

Roxanne sat down next to you, a book held close to her chest. She always seemed to have a book with her, but maybe that was just because she was a governess. "Either way, it's time for your lessons. I suppose it's fine for us to do our reading out here today as long as we head back inside before dusk."

You cuddled up to her, resting your head in her lap as she read. She was one of the only constant sources of comfort in your life. The only figure you would associate as motherly. There had always been a revolving door when it came to maids and butlers, people constantly quitting just to be replaced with someone else. But Roxanne seemed to always be there.

She would help you on your worst days, losing sleep to keep watch at your bedside. On your best days she'd join you in the garden, like she was doing today. She never neglected you when you wanted her, even when it was for something silly. You were too stubborn to admit it but almost anyone could see how you looked up to her.

"...for there, emerging from the crowd, came a man. He was large with a tricorn hat adorning his head, a feather tucked in it's brim. His voice was deep and cruel and... Y/N, are you even listening?" Roxanne asked, frowning down at you. You nodded, not wanting to have been caught zoning out. She just fondly sighed, ruffling your hair. "Mind grounded, sweetheart. Now, lets start over again so I can make sure you got it."

Laying there, listening to nature mixed with Roxanne's voice, everything felt perfect. But that perfection was about to start to shatter around you.

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"An entire duchy up in flames! Barely anything but ashes left once they got the fire out!" One maid whispered, anxiety lacing her voice.

"It wasn't the entire duchy, just the rich areas." A butler corrected. "When the mob first surrounded the duke's manor, they ordered for all the servants to leave. Then they burned it down."

You were crouched next to your bedroom door, your ear up to the slight crack between it and the floor. It was late, far past when you should've been asleep. Perhaps that was why a few maids and butlers had felt safe enough to have such a risky conversation.

"Well at least if the mob we get is similar, we'll be safe." A different maid said, scoffing a little. "You really think with the way the Duke and Duchess run this place they don't have people who hate them? Trust me, this place is probably next."

"Poor Y/N. Its not like their parents even spend time with them and now they've been doomed to die just by association." The butler said, sounding a little sorry for you. "Who knows? Maybe their sickness will kill them before the fire can."

"This conversation is wholly inappropriate!" Roxanne suddenly said out in the hallway. You could hear the anger in her voice. "Y/N will be fine. Everything will be fine. Now get back to work before I report anything I heard."

There was a scuffle as the three rushed off and you took that opportunity to dart back to your bed. You had just barely curled up under the blankets and closed your eyes when Roxanne slipped into your room.

She sat on the bed beside you, placing a hand on your forehead to check your temperature. Eventually she started gently carding her fingers through your hair. "Everything is fine. I'll keep you safe. Just... Just a little bit longer, okay? We're almost there..."

It sounded more like she was talking to herself than to you. Your mind was too busy spinning with the conversation you'd heard to process her slightly cryptic words. By the time you finally fell asleep she was still beside you, lost in thought as her fingers brushed through your hair.

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It happened at the worst possible time. It was late when you'd heard the panic that the manor was surrounded. You were once again bedridden with a fever, unable to do anything. You could hardly process what was going on around you.

Roxanne had carried you to her room as she packed her clothing. The order had already been given for all servants to leave the manor within an hour or face death for their loyalty. She'd wrapped you up in a blanket, and the second she finished packing you were cradled against her chest.

The few servants that seemed to notice what she was doing were more concerned with themselves and their families to care. She had her head held high as she pulled her trunk along with one hand, holding you with the other. When you finally made it to the gates and were stopped she was already prepared.

"My name is Roxanne Ardeca. I'm a maid for the duke and duchess." There was a murmur from the one questioning her to a different man. "My child is sick right now so apologies for shielding their face. All the smoke would only make them worse."

"Ardeca isn't a noble name." The man confirmed, only sparing your covered form a cursory glance. "You may proceed."

She shushed you when you let out a small whine, watching as the next servant in line was questioned. "You're alright Y/N. Shh, just rest. When we get to the carriage I'll make sure to have a cool towel prepared for you."

Your mind couldn't process the fact that there was no way Roxanne should have a carriage already waiting. Or that a lady of her standing shouldn't have the means to afford a private carriage. All you could do, as the fever pulled you back under, was watch as she walked away from your home. Watch as the people finally advanced and the manor went up in flames.

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"Roxanne." She scoffed as she finally stepped out of her carriage. Your fever had gone down a little, but not by much. She wasn't in the mood to deal with a prince right now and especially not this one.

"What do you want Hayden? I have a child to tend to." She said a little snappily. She effortlessly climbed from the carriage, a few maids and butlers grabbing her luggage and leading the horses away.

"Nothing, just wanted to congratulate you. You always do such fine work. Now that the entire country of Osentia is turning against their nobility Berina will finally be able to expand." He said with a grin, following her towards her manor. "Although, it does intrigue me that you seemed to find a little present for yourself while gathering intel."

She turned to him with a fierce glare. "If you even think about laying a hand on them I will kill you, prince or not."

Hayden grinned, a feral expression as he followed her to her door. A butler was already opening it for her as she stormed inside. "That's why I made you head of the royal guard. You have this fire inside of you."

"Is that why you send me away so much? Scared I'll burn down your castle too?" She asked, her expression softening when you stirred a little in her arms. She cooed at you, gently repositioning you to be more supported.

"I sent you to gather information because people tend to underestimate you. Finding yourself someone to fight for was just an added benefit. Either way, I'll let you retire for the night. I'll even prepare a gift for the new baby." He teased, stepping away. "Good night, Roxanne, Head of the Royal Guard of Berina."

The use of her full title just annoyed her more as she carried you to a bedroom beside her own. She carefully set you down, smiling when you tried to grip onto her. "Don't you worry honey, momma is right here. Momma isn't going anywhere."

By the time you recovered from your fever, your whole life would have changed. A new house, new country, new maids and butlers, a new garden to explore. The only constant, it seemed, was Roxanne. Only she had changed too, hadn't she? She wasn't just Roxanne, your governess, anymore. Now? She was Roxanne, your mother and head of the royal guard of Berina, and she was never letting you go.

[keke-theswitch]

Hear me out, your arms wrapped around my waist while you're laying your head in my lap and I just trace up your sides and I can easily scribble your armpits but you have to stay still as long as you can and if you fail I can help you stay still myself and we both know I won't let you move at all since you'll be pinned underneath me while I can have access to all those sensitive cute spots that make you twitch and squeak so adorably

[kidjng]

Hate it when people turn everything into a romantic relationship. Can we not? Can we appreciate some platonic love? :(

/it's not just about bucky and sam btw, I'll be adding more tags when I remember more examples(ig)

[writingfromasgard]

I loved your fae!141 fic!! I’d love to see their reaction to the reader perhaps striking something akin to friendship with Konig. Konig helps with their garden and occasionally they share with him the things they make with what they don’t send to other him (jams, cakes, sauces, pastries, etc). It can be romantic but I think it’s fun if it’s fully platonic between Konig and reader, just a mutual love of the garden meanwhile the 141 are growing desperate trying to scheme their ways into the reader’s heart

oh boy, i completely forgot i wrote that

That was the intention with König in that fic. Completely platonic and food-motivated. I do have a fae!König that is more romantic on his masterlist.

They've noticed your new pal. They say that word with distaste - brows furrowed, lips curled up, eyes rolling.

The four creatures in front of you are warning you off about your friend that's made it easier to grow in favor of one or two offerings per harvest.

Granted, your friend isn't really a friend - he's terrifyingly large with claws and teeth that could tear you to shreds. He seems docile as long as he gets his pick of the harvest which seems to be happening twice over what you normally yield.

His bellowing doesn't help either - deep like an alligator warning off a larger threat.

You blink at each of their warnings - "He's going to eat you!" "He'll poison you with your crops." "He'll take more of your harvests next time until he has it all." "Once he's done, he'll devour you."

You can see the shift in the forest and try not to draw their eyes to him. You know all of what they're telling you could be true. The large creature seems more obsessed with the fruits of your combined effort than anything to do with you at all. He plucks what he wants now - usually sniffing each ripened vegetable, bean, or berry cluster before taking off with the best one.

You're much more concerned that the three of the four individuals who usually wander upon your property are seemingly well-known to each other. You don't even recognize the fourth. Perhaps the glimpses of the figure dashing off after you find one or two things missing are his doing.

The previous owner, an older woman, had warned you about the trickster spirits of the forest.

"Who?" You ask, feigning ignorance. "And who are.. you? How would you know if anyone's come to visit me? How do you know each other?"

It's one who talks in circles at times that steps forward, trying to smooth over your questions without actually answering any of them. His confidence in his own words would sway someone of a lesser fortitude.

You let him wax on for a bit before interrupting him with a simple, "How do I know you won't eat me?"

It's hard to miss the way they swallow, share a look. Your pleased smile spreads across your lips and you go back to snipping off ripe tomatoes while they hastily whisper with each other. You place it in a basket next to a bundle of sweet peas, carrots, and beetroots.

As soon as you rise to your feet, their talk stops. The familiar bellowing fills the air and you step around them, on the edge of the forest. The basket is offered to the icy blues, your hand never crossing over the threshold of the forest. Claws hook the basket handle and after some noise, it's placed back across the thershold -- the carrots are still in the basket.

"I don't like those orange things."

"I prefer them stewed or roasted. Did you eat them raw?" You ask, ignoring the bickering behind you.

"Ja.. Cook them for me and I will try them again."

"Cook them yourself." You respond flatly.

[marveldcfandom]

Y/N hangs out and eats some pizza with Peter on the top of the Empire State Building.

Y/N: How things with MJ?

Peter: It’s going good. What about you & Ava?

Y/N: It’s been great, we find that she is pregnant.

Peter: Hey congrats man.

Y/N’s Spider sense is tingle.

Peter: What wrong?

Y/N: Ava needs me now. Bye Peter.

Peter: Have fun.

As Y/N’s swing back to their apartment to check on Ava.

For @fandomnerd9602

[guttedtangerines]

make up with Mikey 💛🧡

I have a headcanon that Mikey regularly does April's hair and make up. Mikey's really creative so he always comes up with new make up stuff he wants to try out, and April's always down to let him test it out with her. (This is partially based off 03 Mikey being April's maid of honor at her wedding and helping her get ready)

It's April right now so I figured I'd make a April Selfie Dump collection:

Leo 💙 | Raph ❤️ | Donnie 💜

[whqreforstevengrant]

Patton carrying people: A Saga to come

[twstyuna]

Since the photo can move (and I like making things difficult by making him have trouble affecting the physical world because he isn't even visible) he could try to communicate through sign language. Wonder how many seconds a ghost camera picture can hold.

I like to think Yuu tries to earn enough money through Sam's, Mostro Lounge, and maybe mandrake harvesting to buy another ghost camera lenses from Sam's and try to fashion some kind of monocle or other eyewear. Or maybe they find his old glasses tucked away somewhere. His painting doesn't have them anymore, so maybe he stopped wearing them later in life. Maybe those work too.

I tend to go with the idea that Yuu doesn't "unlock" Skully in Ramshackle until Halloween because Skully put a scrap of his soul into the painting, but it would be funny if he was There The Whole Time.

Yuu takes a picture of Grim sleeping (as you do when you have a cat) with the ghost camera and why is there a guy in the corner why is he moving didn't Crowley say you need a soulbond for the pictures to move what

Just the ?????? of some dead guy having maxed friendship affection stats while even your idiot cat son and new Heartslabyul friends(? You hope your friends, after the whole Mine thing) don't move that drastically in the photos yet. Yuu be wondering "Is he some ancestor am I some descendant of his did I know him in a past life did I know him in this life and just forget how do you forget some white-haired tallboy Dressed Like That What is Happening"

[ghostmoodboards]

Platonic Shipboard for Dr. Robotnik (Sonic movie) and Mobian OC, white/silver/black/red/technology/studying/white-tailed deer/latte art themes For an anon~ Hope you like the look!! :)

Send an ask, we're open~!

[oneforblu]

relationships between characters will always be my favorite thing. seeing these characters have flaws, strengths, passions, hardships, just like people in the real world and then having someone who accepts them completely is so beautiful. all the ships i love are so comforting because it isn’t JUST the romantic aspect that is special but the bond between the characters is so natural. their relationship didn’t just happen in one day, but it slowly grew over time to become something meaningful. almost like they had been waiting their entire lives to find someone who accepts them as they are.

[sincerely-aaliyah]

“you care about the fictional characters more than real victims!” no. the reason i’m anti proship is because i care about real victims. but if we’re going to talk about someone not caring for real victims let talk about proshippers.

do you seriously think romanticizing incest and csem is NOT putting minors in danger? considering you welcome minors with open arms in your community how do can you even speak about how *i* don’t care about the safety of minors? and before you even go on about “our community is safe for minors” because we all know that it’s not. i made a burner account to see what the community was like and it was all “incest is so hot” “this 25 year old and 9 year old are so sexy together” that’s literally all i saw. that is NOT a safe space for minors because all you’re doing is teaching them that these topics and situations are normal and is something to brush off or even want to happen to them! your community is not and never will be safe for children. especially victims of csem.

so me being against this shows that i *do* care about the safety of children. and it shows that *you* don’t.

I just fell in love 😍

[princessluna-writings]

Jus thinkin’ of

Grandparent!Reader who lives alone in their tiny house with their plants and one cat. They were outside and drinking tea when they see Conquest approach them and are confused on why someone is floating in their backyard but not in a ‘scared and confused way’ but in a ‘what’s he doin’?’ way. GP!Reader ends up inviting Conquest for tea and Conquest decides to play along before killing them but ends up failing that mission and ends up staying with GP!Reader for a bit.

(I love platonic x reader stuff)