#BUT THEY'RE FAMILY ‼️

[chronicowboy]

you should be with your family. what makes you think i'm not.

[mayday-jd]

alr I lied I gotta talk about smth else quickly

• so remember when I mentioned branch's reaction to the country song when they entered lonesome flats??

yeah now let's talk about how poppy reacted

poppy hears the song then concludes that the country trolls are miserable and don't know how to have fun

and what better way to make them have fun?? force them to listen to pop music.

cough cough barb parallels COUGH

ofc that doesn't work the country trolls are appalled by their pop medley

all of them... except for hickory

I think poppy was drawn to hickory because he was the only one that seemed to along with what she had to say without any complaints basically he said what she wanted to hear so she trusted him wholeheartedly

now let's actually get into my favorite part of this movie

• I LOVE THE FUNK TROLLS HOLY FUCKING SHIT

I don't think you need a genius to figure out that these are black folks LIKE LOOK AT THEM AND LISTEN TO THE QUEEN ESSENCE

guys the vas of the royal funk family are all black. ik maybe doesn't mean anything BUT MAYBE IT DOES ALR

anyways no matter what race the funk trolls may be they still play such an important role in this movie and let me tell y'all why and how

thru their encounter with the funk trolls, our pop trolls duo (yeah biggie left) learn three important things :

- differences do matter, they're a part of our identity and it would be wrong to ignore them

- even with those differences and origins, trolls still can be multiple/different things (ex.: cooper who says that he's pop AND funk, prince d who identifies as a hip pop troll which is not on poppy's outdated ass map)

- yeah that story poppy heard from the pop trolls' perspective?? yeah no that's not how it actually happened

explained beautifully by anderson .paak's song, the pop trolls stole all the strings, used them to make their kind of music and cut out the other trolls from the music scene

in the words of prince d

"That's just the story cut out and glued by the winners"

AND YES THAT'S HISTORY FOR YA

different retellings, stories of what happened from another pov because guess which perspective you read from the history books?? the winners.

poppy hears all this and y'all idk if it's because poppy's voiced by anna kendrick but this is where all I could think about of was white saviour complex

because this girl is still all about uniting all trolls so they'll live in harmony and yes it comes from a good place but she's just not getting it and fucking hell 😭

she does get the message at the end of the movie after finally meeting barb and speaking of her....

• barb is awful and that's what makes her a great character

as we all know barb's plan is so "unite" all troll nations under the rule of hard rock which is not uniting that's just assimilation

where poppy's desire for every troll to live together in harmony all united by music, barb's comes from a sense of superiority and maybe even pity

evident by every moment she steals a string, barb comments on the other trolls' music with insults which justifies why their music isn't real music while hers is

what's funny is that barb and poppy are very similar

they both really want to prove themselves as good queens, they desire for all trolls to be united and, even if poppy won't admit it, they both see their music as superior tho that degree of superiority is very different

where the similarities end are that barb doesn't want everyone around her to say what she wants to hear, she wants ppl to be real to her, meanwhile poppy refuses to hear anyone else's voice because it's different from hers

which leads to another difference between the two, poppy learns to listen to others because

"A real queen listens." (both said by her and branch)

now let's talk about that finale shall we??

[snivel1]

Maybe Creepypasta fans were right, it WOULD be awesome if a big found family of ostracized people lived together in a big mansion and had fun together and cared for each other and whatnot😔😔😔

[rosietrace]

The things we do for Love 2/2

Part two of: [ 1/2 ]

Characters featured: Victoria Shard, Aldrich Edelweiss(@revivemyreverie)

Mentioned: Florian Shard(Not by name)

Pairing: Victoria Shard x Aldrich Edelweiss

Synopsis: To love someone is to love their flaws.

Warning(s): Homicide, murder, Aldrich being.... Aldrich, Florian's overprotective nature (implied), Victoria accepting Aldrich's homicidal tendencies, hypocritical (?) behavior,potentially ooc, my anxieties thinking this sucks ass /j

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

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A Witch. A heretical, manipulative, Witch.

A title that was once bestowed upon Victoria, once upon a time. And by her lover, Aldrich Edelweiss, no less!

She leaned against her balcony — in the comfort of her home — in the dead of night, unbothered by the sounds brought upon her by the terrors of the night. Or lack thereof.

Humming to herself, Victoria played around with a trinket Aldrich had given her, during one of his travels.

How sweet of him, she thought. He thought of me. Even when he was so out of my reach…

Her grasp on the trinket had tightened, a smile on her face.

“Oh, Aldrich,” Victoria's voice was soft, unyielding. “You've changed me.”

“For better, or for worse?”

A sound beckoned her from below her balcony. Looking down, Victoria's eyes widened, then softened.

“Aldrich,” she smiled. “What are you doing here?”

“Victoria, most beautiful, most gracious, Victoria,” Aldrich extended his hand to her, his smile equally prevalent. “Is it wrong for me to visit you, in the dead of night?”

“Of course not,” She smirked before she leaned her head against the palm of her hand. “I beckon you to try and find your way in.”

Aldrich grinned, chuckling at his savior's words. “And have your Father guide me to a personal guillotine? I'm afraid I'm a little concerned, my dear.”

“You and I know very well how little truth that holds.”

“Oh, but you can't deny that your Father is rather discreet about his distaste for me.”

“I don't quite understand my Father, in that regard,” Victoria shook her head, letting out a breath. “But, in any case, there's a hidden entrance from where you're standing.”

Aldrich's grin seemingly widened, entirely pleased by that information. “I'll be there faster than a heartbeat, my darling.”

He took a step back and gave her a theatrical bow. She laughed softly, doing the same, only in the form of a curtsy.

Inevitably, Aldrich did find the hidden entrance. And when he did, it didn't take quite as long for him to navigate his way through the hidden walls — and by extension, into Victoria's room.

She now sat on the couch, embroidering what was presumably a camellia into the little plush-like trinket he had gifted her.

Aldrich let out a chuckle, sitting himself down right next to her, and placing a kiss on her cheek to catch her attention. (As if she needed that to do so.)

Victoria stiffened, furrowing her eyebrows at him with a knowing smile. “Aldrich,” she greeted, ruffling his hair.

Aldrich sighed dreamily, embracing Victoria. “My savior, I am in your loving arms at last,” he murmured, his smile unfading.

“I know, meine liebling,” Victoria repositioned Aldrich, his head resting against her chest, her arms wrapping around him.

He looked up at her, eyes full of awareness. “I'm going to assume your Father won't be quite happy to see me with you…. Like this.”

“My Father should be used to this by now," she lifted his chin, angling his head toward her. “If anything, he should be pleased. Alas…”

Victoria gave out the world's most elegant shrug, right then and there.

“But enough about him,” she shrugged the topic of her Father as quickly as Aldrich navigated through the hidden walls of her estate. “How have you been?”

“Wonderful,” Aldrich never seemed to stop smiling around her. He always had this aura to him around Victoria, one that was unsettling to most yet completely not out of the ordinary for their relationship.

He loved her, in his own way. Worshiped the ground she walked on, urging for her approval of every little speck of affection he gave her — and happily anticipating her reciprocation of said affection.

That was it. That was their definition of normal, in their relationship.

“Wonderful,” she repeated, pressing a kiss to his temple.

Aldrich leaned against her, relishing in her touch. “You're being awfully affectionate.”

“Is that so wrong?”

“Oh, of course not. That would just make me a hypocrite.”

No one could really argue against them. Aldrich was a Prince, and Victoria was on her way to becoming Grand Duchess one day.

With that amount of power in their hands, they were able to get away with almost anything.

There was nothing anyone could do about their relationship. Nothing they could begin to do to stop Aldrich from clinging to Victoria the way he did.

Nothing to stop them from continuing this cycle.

༝ㅤ･ㅤ˚ㅤ。ㅤ.ㅤ⋆ㅤ✧̣̩⋆̩☽⋆゜【♛】

“Enough of this… This…. This DEBAUCHERY!”

Aldrich was breathing heavily, anger filling his veins in a bloodstained room in the typically ivy-covered walls of the Edelweiss palace.

How dare they, Aldrich stared down the corpses on the floor. To get so close to her, to defile her!

“Heretics! All of them, HERETICS!” he let his anger seethe, unable to bring himself out of this state of insanity.

It didn't matter who these people were, neither their lives nor his mattered when Victoria's came into consideration!

These people, their lives, their treatment of his savior, and the way his savior was left unprotected from their fiendish ideals! It was blasphemy, that's what!

Letting out his anger seemed to be exactly what Aldrich needed. He never took his anger out on Victoria, never in his life would he even take up on that possibility.

He took it out through more…. What's the word… Unconventional methods.

Regardless of how he did it, he was now cleaning his mess with cruel precision in his touch. A heartless look in his eyes as he stared deep into the soulless eyes of his victims.

That was until he heard a knock.

And a familiar voice, in tow.

“Aldrich?” Victoria called out from behind the door. This caused him to panic, slightly more than slightly, he can't allow his savior to see this side of him!

…. Awfully ironic, considering he showed this side of him during their first encounter. Had he had his knife on him, Victoria would've been found dead.

Oh, but fate is an unusual thing life brings to oneself. One moment you hate someone and exclaim at them that they're a Witch at the top of your lungs, the next….

Welp, that isn't important! That's a story for another day, no? Because right now, Aldrich was scrambling about the room, trying to clean his ‘mess’ even faster before his savior could walk in.

He wasn't exactly very good at stalling. In fact, he barely did that at all — his mind was just too focused on cleaning out the blood.

Unfortunately, his efforts were fruitless, as Victoria took his silence and decided to respond to it by opening the door. She really had no shame, huh?

“Al-” Anything Victoria was about to say was cut short, her eyes fixed on the mess of a room Aldrich was frantically trying to clean up.

He didn't even notice her walk in until he turned his back, just seeing her caused him to stiffen.

“M-My savior!” Aldrich was worried. Oh, so, worried that Victoria will take it the wrong way. Not many respond to murder with nonchalance, after all.

But…. Then she walked up to him, his hands stained with blood, his face loaded with shock.

She held the side of his face. Her touch, so gentle, so…. Forgiving. That alone would've made him burst into tears.

“.... You have a little something here,” Victoria whispered, wiping his face.

“M-My savior, I can explain-”

“You need not to, Aldrich. I'm not mad.”

“..... You're not?”

“No,” Victoria replied, shaking her head, her voice with an undertone of brutal honesty. “Do you want me to be?...”

Aldrich didn't give her a verbal response. All he did was pull her close, a gentle yet suffocating embrace. (To him, it was suffocating, at least.)

And Victoria hugged back, a sign of affection and a symbol that she accepted him as he was. That he didn't need to change anything about himself to be with her.

After all, pushing someone away from their act of homicide would just make Victoria hypocritical.

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[dorothygale]

when i was a kid i didn't notice how ritualistic i am about christmas but now i've realized it is the singular thing i am most obsessively rigid about and i'm like wow the neurodivergence*

*said with the same tone as ingredience

[m0e-ru]

i have got to keep on looking at pictures of soujiseta for my health I have to see my boy son friend brother boyfriend uncle love of my life best friend cousin grandpa or so help me

[pcktknife]

read the full post please and thanks!

Hi! Please don't vote without sharing‼️

This is Ahmed (@zinaanqar), who I've been talking with for a little while now. Who's been incredibly dedicated in reaching out to you all for help to save his family and promote their campaign. Ahmed is 34 years old and lives in Gaza with his wife Dina, who is 36, and their children: Zeina (8 years old), Eileen (7 years old), Yamen (5 years old), and baby Ronza (only 4 months old). Imagine if it were your own family member, friend, or child who should be enjoying school or playing with friends, but instead spend they're time hiding from bombs and relying on the kindness of strangers to survive. This family has been suffering for more than a year due to the relentless siege and devastation and we are their only chance to find safety and hope for a better future. Please help by sharing their campaign and spreading the word. Right now (10/22/24) their campaign is at €66,413 of their €75,000 goal leaving them with €8,587 left to raise!

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Never forget that Palestinians are not numbers on a list of deaths. Please think of each of them, think of their names and faces and know that you can help them. I think of them everyday. I think of the hopes and dreams they should be able to achieve. I think of their education, their future, and the love they show when they work hard everyday to get help. You may feel powerless to stop this genocide, but you do have the power to save Ahmed and his family. Even the smallest donations go a long way and it's important to remember that.

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[lapislavender]

the biggest joked about conspiracy in Gotham shouldn't be "do the butts match" NO it should be that Bruce Wayne's kids are actually biological.

Bruce built his persona on being a dumbass playboy and Gotham's hottest bachelor. Then he ~mysteriously~ adopts a recently orphaned Dick Greyson by ~chance~ who shares his black hair and blue eyes and later shares his body type. Then he ~randomly~ adopts a kid from crime alley that ALSO shares his black hair and blue eyes. Then- He gets his neighbour's kid as a ward. A neighbour's kid that suspiciously has black hair and blue eyes. Cassandra? No blue eyes but certainly his hair, and her personality is almost identical to her father's. Duke may not look like it at first- But he shares the same strong jawline, black hair and while shorter than Bruce- he's got the same body (again, like dick). and ofc Damian is straight up his kid

Like. Tabloids should write articles about how Bruce's playboy nature came back to bite him, people make estimates about how many people in the city are secretly Bruce's children. Rumours spread that he only adopts the ones that fall on hard times. Maybe there's people that try to claim they're a secret Bruce Wayne lovechild and it drives him up the wall because he HAS to check. Just in case.

edit:‼️Zionists fuck off from this post‼️Free Palestine forever and always. If you have the means to donate please consider visiting gazafunds.com to help a family in need. Winter is extremely harsh and conditions are only getting worse. Every bit helps 🍉

[xo-codbby]

getting married to price/ghost/gaz or soap but it's him that's more of a bridezilla than you

truthfully he's just firm and doesn't play about with you 🙂‍↕️🫡

someone didn't like the music? he doesn't take requests from anyone, this is his wife's fav song and that's that

someone bitching about a wedding detail? they're no longer invited, problem solved. there's the door

someone complaining about your outfit not being traditional and trying to get you to wear something else? invite is rescinded ‼️‼️ he'll be damned if your special day is ruined

someone whining about the lack of alcohol? graciously walks them to the door and slams it in their face because absolutely no one is talking to him with that much attitude

wedding planner is taking too long? move over, he'll just have to handle this himself like the pro he is

pesky family members trying to convince you guys to do your wedding a certain way? "she doesn't like and neither do i. so no" "but it'll-" "i said no"

he just simply doesn't care to please anyone but you, your feelings always come first to him 🤍

[remnantglow]

HELP RAISE LIFE-SAVING FUNDS FOR GAZAN FAMILY

@kahlilahmad420 // vetted here and here

I'm organizing a digital art raffle to collect funds for Yahya's family; Yahya is a Faculty of Pharmacy student from Gaza whose family is in urgent need of donations - their campaign is at €3,464 / €50,000 right now. They're also currently homeless & sleeping on the street after a storm destroyed their tent and are just about €600 short of being able to afford a new one.

TO ENTER:

Make a donation of at least €5 to Yahya's GoFundMe.

Forward the receipt email or send a screenshot of it to mariamc.arts@gmail.com and I will count your entries; €5 = 1 entry into the raffle, so the more you donate the bigger your chance to win! You can enter as many times as you want. (Only donations made after this post went up count).

‼️Raffle will end in 1 month, on November 22nd, and winners will be contacted by email (the one they used for the receipt) during the 22-24th weekend to arrange the art commissions.

more examples of my art & general commission info (payment part obviously does not apply)

Please donate & share this post if you can - every donation can make a real difference.

[silverselfshippingchaos]

I BEAT F.UTURE R.EDEEMED!! WOO!!!!

[1stuffedtiger]

If you can vote, you can take a sec to reblog!!

Newborn Ahmed has two holes in his heart!

His urgent procedure costs more than they could ever have alone!

https://gofund.me/f1df26b6

His family escaped from Gaza but are UNEMPLOYED in Egypt!

Follow @shareeffamily , reblog daily

AND, this family had to START OVER their fundraiser with nothing again‼️‼️‼️

They had thousands before! Please consistently help them raise money for treatment 🙏🏼

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[katiekatdragon27]

We(me) want more shrimpo x glisten 🗣️‼️‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥

Sorry for starving y'all, here are some shinyshrimp (mostly shrimpo) in their pre-parent parent era.

I am so tired chat, so I had to draw them sleeping for like the third time. Canon event.

Lots of doodles below cut:

Earlier I had an idea about Shimmer coming from an egg. It keeps the whole "not having a skeleton" aspect for her while also allowing for cute fluff moments (and parental denial).

They had very different reactions to the whole "being dads" thing.

Shrimpo: This thing is gross; we need to get rid of it- Glisten: What- NO!? We are not "getting rid of it" Shrimpo!! There could be a LIVING BEING in there! We're keeping it. (I've always wanted to be a father, anyways) Shrimpo: UGH FINE!! But I want NOTHING to do with it! I'd HATE being a dad! Glisten: Ok.

Not even a few days later:

Glisten: Hello, my darling Shrimpo~ I'd like to see the baby- Shrimpo: HIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSS Glisten: RIGHT UNDERSTOOD! Let me get you some tea with those chocolates-

Wow, for once Glisten isn't the one getting the princess treatment, how crazy is that!?

Glisten, despite his beef with Toodles, does genuinely want a kid. He has fatherly instincts and kinda wants to utilize them lol. Especially a girl. He would really like a girl.

Shrimpo has no fatherly instincts whatsoever. He talks to babies the way he talks to adults minus the swears. He was not that kind when it came to kids when Gardenview was in session, but it just took his own to violently rip out those instincts and show them to the world.

As the days passed, Shrimpo develops a parental mindset but like the overprotective kind. In the wild, actual shrimps carry their kids around under their tails, and that felt protective so *cutely projects that on Shrimpo*. Also the idea of the mean guy being the most nurturing parent is something I fw.

But as a result, Shimpo does not let anyone near the egg... including his husband. Although this peeves Glisten quite a bit, he puts up with it and stays nurturing in other ways, like bringing stuff to Shrimpo to keep the peace lol.

And to show more of the prehensile tail, here is Shrimpo carrying Shimmer.

They're probably going out to hang out at the park or something idk. Toodles is vibing with her sibling and kind of father-figure-not-really-but-whatever. Also, although Shrimpo could carry Shimmer in his arms, it's more comfortable on his tail to carry a person more than a heavy object (and Shimmer enjoys this better too).

Enjoy the goofy family doodles and have a good one gang!!

[yehyadaloul]

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[arkhammaid]

— ˚₊‧⁺˖ RED BULL GIVES YOU WINGS.

fandom. formula one

pairing. max verstappen x snowboarder fem!reader (fc: zoi sadowski-synnott)

about. y/n l/n, olympic gold medalist, goes viral after her unusal win. her boyfriend silently cheers from the sidelines

content warnings. social media au, not edited/proofread

notes. i vaguely remember seeing the headlines (years ago) of a teen snowboarder oversleeping because he was watching netflix the night before the race LMAO. so this is kinda the inspiration for that

SKYSPORTS

liked by maxverstappen1, yourusername, redbull and 3'370'884 others

skysports Gold Medalist @/yourusername had a rough morning during the Winter Olympics, she overslept thanks to a late game night binge with her boyfriend. Yet despite also forgetting her coat, she takes the win by storm, all while flueled by three Red Bull's she had as breakfast.

"When me and my boyfriend sim race, we totally forget the time. It's his passion and I like to challenge him in something he thinks he's best in. I think it was 3am when I finally went to bed, luckily I found a some cans of Red Bull. You can also thank my boyfriend for that, he drinks that sh*t as if it's water."

Y/n takes the whole incident with stride, jokingly saying that she will have to repeat this routine if she wants to win gold the next time.

user SIM RACING WITH HER BOYFRIEND???

⤷ user don't know if we should thank him or not

⤷ user you'll probably never be able to thank him, y/n and her bf have been together for years now but she never revealed who it is

⤷ user does she even have a boyfriend??

⤷ user check her insta, she's been posting the same man for a long time now

user SHE'S SO FUCKING UNSERIOUS I LOVE THAT

user she's literally the definition of genz

user i don't care what anyone else says, this right here is queen shit behavior

⤷ user i crown thee, y/n l/n, to the queen of whatever this whole mess is

redbull See! Red Bull gives you wings, we take no longer any criticsm

⤷ user you better sign her up

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yourusername lol, that was fun

⤷ user LOL???

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maxverstappen1 👏👏

⤷ user MAX?!

⤷ user game recognizes game fr

user i don't know what's better. the camera catching her downing her third red bull right before the race or her cursing after she won

⤷ user meme of the year fr

YOURUSERNAME

liked by maxverstappen1, redbull and 1'552'082 others

yourusername happy to announce that i'm flying with @/redbull now! if one red bull doesn't work, try three. i won gold with it 😉

user SHE DID IT!!! Y/N NATION WE WON!!!

⤷ user now only the x games left

user can't wait for the insane promo shots

⤷ user bet she will do tricks from a cliff, right after drinking four red bulls

⤷ user straight from the skilift is my bet

redbull Proof that Red Bull gives you wings! Welcome to the family y/n ❤️💙

⤷ yourusername ❤️💙

user ahh the bigs smile makes me so happy, she deserves it

maxverstappen1 Welcome to the winners

⤷ yourusername thank you champ, i'll enjoy my stay!

user MAX LIKED AND COMMENTED

⤷ user MAXY/N NATION WE WON TODAY‼️‼️

⤷ user can we not pls... she has a bf

mathilde_gremaud welcome to the team y/n, so happy to see you here!!

⤷ yourusername thank you 😚

user i love red bull athletes welcoming newcomers

⤷ user a big family fr

⤷ user big and batshit crazy

⤷ user never said they're not lol

YOURUSERNAME

liked by maxverstappen1, landonorris and 2'003'863 others

yourusername the moment this trophy comes in our home i will throw it off the balcony. how dare you not kiss ME when you won your fourth world championship?!

all jokes aside, maxie, i'm so fucking proud of you, my #1 racer, my favorite dutchman and cat dad 🫶 to many more years of red bull domination (max and y/n version) love you sm!!

maxverstappen1 You will not touch my trophy.

maxverstappen1 Don't worry, I'll kiss you until you're sick of me

⤷ yourusername impossible!!!

⤷ user STOP THIS

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maxverstappen1 I love you too, schatje

⤷ yourusername i love you more

⤷ maxverstappen1 Not possible? 🤨

⤷ landonorris okay we got it, you both love each other stop this shit

⤷ yourusername @/landonorris get out of my comments if you don't like it norizz

⤷ user WHEN IS IT MY TURN??

⤷ user not lando catching strays 😭

user IT HAS BEEN MAX ALL ALONG???

⤷ user five years of softlaunching... only for us to be hit by the biggest hard launch of the decade

redbull The Red Bull Powercouple™️

⤷ user simply lovely!

landonorris fucking finally! now max can bother someone else with his yapping

⤷ yourusername max doesn't do yapping, he just loves talking about me🫶

⤷ landonorris well, i got sick of it!! i literally should've ruined your softlaunch and tell the press about you guys

⤷ maxverstappen1 That's not what a friend would do

⤷ user HOW DID LANDO KEEP THIS SECRET FOR SO LONG??

⤷ user i bet y/n threatened him with violence

⤷ landonorris she did.

⤷ user HELP?!

user if max can comment on his girlfriend's post like a sap WHY CAN'T OTHER MEN AS WELL??

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ARKHAM MAID 2024

[kxsagi]

REQUEST IDEA 😼😼🔥🔥‼️

Reader goes on a family trip basically. BUT they bring their s/o. Reader's aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, and parents (or just their primary family in general) go to a somewhere for a get together. Could be a summer vacation, a winter skiing trip, an autumn trip outside the country, or anything else. Whichever vibes you want to go for 😋😋.

It's what people I know usually do but they let their kids bring their s/o and their family. So when a lot of the kids already have s/o's, it's gonna get harder and harder to take group photos😅😅. It's when the families are already familiar with each other enough yk.

And I wanna see character and reader's family interactions🔥🔥😋. How'd they interact with their little cousins, how they'd deal with interrogation from family members, how they'd try to win their family's favor, silly shenanigans they'd do with reader while on the trip, etc.

This is alrdy getting pretty long but I have to get this out. Scenario ideas!!! Reader's little cousins go through the character's bag. thats it lol. Embarrassing childhood stories. Interactions between the s/o's. "So what do you do?" conversations and other ppl answer "doctor/lawyer/engineer and other impressive sounding stuff" and the character just answers "...I play soccer" IDKK but it's fine in the end bc ppl probably know who they r. Speaking of, some person in the family fangirling/fanboying over the character bc they're rlly into soccer. NOT NECESSARY TO THE PROMPT THO so ignore this if you want🫶🫶

Any characters really but heh.... rin😼🥶😴😴🥶. Also now that I read over the prompt, this seems sooo Isagi. I don't really have a preferred format so it's up to you🫶. sorry if it's too long lmao 😭😭

“𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐯𝐬. 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲”

a/n: i am aware that everyone has different families, but for the sake of making it funny, i made reader’s family pretty chaotic!

ft. itoshi rin, isagi yoichi

𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐢𝐧

a/n: rin and sae are on good terms here! (art credits go to 1omya on X)

your family’s idea of a relaxing vacation was flying twelve hours to a quiet countryside villa in italy during peak autumn season, renting out an entire stone estate surrounded by vineyards, and somehow turning it into survivor: family edition. you knew it was going to be chaos the second your aunt asked in the group chat, “should we all bring our significant others?” and thirty messages later, the answer was yes. and that was how rin itoshi ended up in tuscany, standing stiffly in a turtleneck, carrying your pink suitcase like it personally insulted him, and regretting every life choice that led him here. 

“you okay?” you asked sweetly, looping your arm through his as you walked toward the villa. 

“i already hate it here,” he muttered. 

“you say that, but you look cute with the autumn leaves in your hair.” 

he deadpanned, “i’m going to throw myself into a wine barrel.” 

the villa was already buzzing when you arrived. your cousins were running through the vineyard like feral woodland creatures. your mom was yelling at someone to stop touching the antique chandelier. your dad was trying to operate a pizza oven. and your great aunt, who had just discovered the bidet, was giving an enthusiastic tutorial to anyone within earshot. rin looked like he was actively trying to astral project. 

then the interrogations started. 

“so, rin,” said one aunt, sipping her wine with the measured look of someone who professionally judges wine and people. “what do you do?” 

“i’m a soccer player,” rin said flatly. 

“oh, that’s nice,” she said with the tone of someone who thought that meant he coached toddlers. 

“professionally,” he added. “in europe.” 

someone at the table choked on a breadstick. 

“wait,” your cousin whispered, eyes wide. “wait. rin. rin itoshi?” 

“unfortunately,” he muttered, already sensing what was coming. 

“NO WAY. I FOLLOW YOUR FAN ACCOUNT,” they yelled, which immediately summoned a second cousin from across the villa who screeched “I HAVE HIS JERSEY SIGNED” and a third who appeared out of the hedges, clutching a soccer ball like a talisman. 

and that’s how rin was cornered at the dinner table, being grilled about world cup stats by three cousins and your aunt, who suddenly “remembered watching him play against spain.” meanwhile, another cousin was secretly filming him from behind a wine bottle like a biologist observing a rare animal. 

you leaned over and whispered, “having fun yet?” 

“your cousin just asked if i’d sign her forehead.” 

“you should. she said she’d tattoo it.” 

he blinked. “what the hell is wrong with your family?” 

“genetics.” 

somewhere in the chaos, your little cousins broke into his room and started going through his suitcase. you walked in on them holding his designer jacket like it was a relic from a museum. one of them tried to wear it. it reached the floor. another was snooping through his skincare bag. 

“what is this?” they asked, holding up his eye cream. 

“expensive,” he said, snatching it back. “put it down before i cry.” 

honestly, you were impressed with how he didn’t immediately flee to the airport. sure, he was grumpy 85% of the time and muttered threats like “i will fake my death and disappear into the hills,” but he also helped your cousin pick olives off the trees. he taught your younger cousin how to juggle a soccer ball and got way too into it. and when your grandma cornered him with a glass of homemade limoncello and asked if he loved you, he answered without hesitation. 

“yeah,” he said. “i do.” 

you didn’t hear it firsthand, but your grandma told everyone at breakfast. you couldn’t look at him without smirking. he threatened to put you in the pizza oven. 

rin’s family arrived a few days into the trip, and the contrast was hilarious. his mom was quiet and sweet, immediately bringing you a scarf she knitted and complimenting your italian. his brother sae showed up in sunglasses like he was there to cause problems on purpose. 

“yo,” sae said, sitting next to your dad. “you know your daughter’s out of rin’s league, right?” 

rin almost choked on his wine. 

somehow, the itoshis blended in perfectly. his mom and your mom started a wine club (which was just them drinking and ranking cheeses). his dad and your uncle bonded over espresso. sae teamed up with your cousin to build a bonfire that was technically illegal. someone’s dog peed on the vineyard. rin started drinking espresso like water. you weren’t sure if it was for the caffeine or emotional support. 

one night, after a chaotic dinner involving three languages, a spilled lasagna, and your aunt accidentally texting the wrong rin her apple strudel recipe (a kid in osaka got it), you pulled him aside into the garden. 

the moonlight lit the leaves gold. the air smelled like wine and pine and the burnt crust of whatever your uncle put in the pizza oven this time. you leaned on the railing. he stood next to you, arms crossed. 

“you survived,” you said. 

“barely.” 

“but you didn’t hate it?” 

he glanced at you. “your cousin asked if i was gonna propose.” 

you grinned. “and what did you say?” 

“… i said not with her watching.” 

you laughed, eyes crinkling. he looked at you like you hung the moon. 

“you really love me, huh?” you teased. 

he rolled his eyes. “you’re lucky you’re hot.” 

“so lucky.” 

and then, because it was your family and nothing was sacred, someone threw a wine cork at you from the balcony and yelled “GET MARRIED ALREADY!” 

you both turned. 

rin shouted back, “MIND YOUR BUSINESS.” 

you? you just laughed. because honestly? this was already better than any fairytale. just rin, your ridiculous family, and the chaos that made life sweet.

𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐲𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢

a/n: art credits go to jyauii on X

you weren’t really sure what possessed you to bring isagi yoichi to your family’s yearly summer beach trip. maybe it was because your little cousins had been bugging you about your mysterious soccer boyfriend for months. maybe it was because your mom asked a little too sweetly if “yoichi could come, if he’s free, we’d love to have him.” or maybe it was because you wanted to see if he could survive your family’s unique brand of chaos. turns out? the man’s got survivor instincts. 

you’d barely parked the car before one of your younger cousins launched himself at isagi like a heat-seeking missile, declaring a wrestling match to establish dominance. “he’s testing you,” you said, deadpan, while isagi politely got tackled into the sand. 

“i think he wins,” isagi wheezed, pinned under a four-foot-tall ball of energy. 

the beach house was packed. like, “how did we pass the fire code” packed. your family didn’t just vacation, they migrated. aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, family friends, and that one mysterious extra person no one ever explained, everyone was here. and now, so was isagi, wearing his nicest shorts, polo shirt, and a hopeful smile, completely unaware that he was about to be questioned like a man on trial. 

your mom greeted him with a hug. your dad sized him up. your aunt took one look and whispered, “he looks polite. that’s suspicious.” you gave him a sympathetic pat on the back. “good luck,” you whispered. “they smell fear.” 

he handled it pretty well, all things considered. by the time dinner rolled around, he was already holding a baby in one arm and flipping burgers with the other, like some sort of domestic action hero. your grandma called him “helpful.” your uncle called him “a decent enough guy, for someone who wears ankle socks.” 

but of course, the moment of truth came during the infamous family dinner interrogation, where your relatives ask everyone under 40 what they do for a living, purely to judge silently afterward. 

“so, yoichi,” one of your uncles began, already swirling a glass of wine like a villain, “what is it that you do?” 

“i play soccer,” isagi replied, like a fool. silence. 

“for a local team?” another asked, squinting. 

“… i play professionally. in germany.” 

your aunt blinked. “for which team?” 

“bayern munchen.” 

a beat. then your cousin, who’d been silently scrolling under the table like a short-attention span ipad kid, let out a strangled squeak and went, “NO FREAKING WAY. YOU’RE ISAGI YOICHI? I HAVE YOUR FIFA CARD.” and that was that. 

it was over. 

your uncle’s wine glass trembled slightly. your younger cousins screamed. your grandma, bless her, just nodded and said, “ah. so he’s on television.” she then resumed eating her grilled fish like nothing happened. 

you could see the shift. suddenly, your relatives weren’t just tolerating isagi, they were trying to impress him. your cousin who once called soccer “just people kicking balls around” was now pretending he’d always been a diehard fan. your aunt googled how to say “go, isagi!” in german. your uncle who played a little in college suddenly decided it was time to “kick the ol’ ball around again,” which ended in him tripping over a cooler and blaming the sand. 

later that night, your younger cousins raided your shared suitcase and found a photo album his mom had secretly slipped in “for memories.” mistake. big mistake. 

“LOOK AT BABY YOICHI!” one cousin yelled, holding up a photo of isagi with his signature ahoge and bright yellow rain boots, pouting dramatically at the camera. “WHY IS HE CRYING HERE?” 

“his cake had no frosting,” you explained solemnly. “dark day.” 

another cousin flipped to a picture of him sleeping with a soccer ball clutched to his chest. “i’m gonna send this to my group chat.” 

“i’m being blackmailed by children,” isagi mumbled. 

you kissed his cheek. “you’re doing great, love.” 

honestly, he kind of was. he helped the kids build a sandcastle shaped like a turtle, he got tricked into joining a beach volleyball game where the ball hit him in the face twice, and he somehow ended up in a conga line started by your aunt after two piña coladas. it was beautiful. and terrifying. 

then his parents showed up. 

his mom brought handmade onigiri for everyone, which instantly won the hearts of your entire extended family. his dad complimented your dad’s grilling technique, which led to them bonding over charcoal like long-lost brothers. the two families mingled like this was the summer crossover event of the year. your mom and his mom were already planning a joint potluck. your grandma offered his dad a homemade remedy for back pain that involved vinegar and prayer. someone suggested a badminton match that turned into an all-out olympic-level war. it was perfect. 

as the night wound down and the fire pit crackled, you and isagi found a quiet moment alone by the shore. the moonlight glinted off the waves. laughter echoed from the deck behind you. you kicked off your shoes and sighed. 

“that was… a lot,” you said, leaning into him. 

“you think your uncle’s gonna send me that photo of me covered in ketchup?” he asked softly. 

“he said he’s using it as your contact picture.” 

he groaned and let his forehead fall against your shoulder. 

“yoichi?” 

“mm?” 

“thanks for coming.” 

he smiled into your skin. “you kidding? i’d survive a thousand uncles if it means getting to do this with you.” 

you grinned. “you really like me, huh?” 

“more than soccer.” 

“liar.” 

“… equal to soccer.” 

you nodded, satisfied. “i’ll take it.” 

and as you stood there, wrapped in his arms, sand between your toes and half your family plotting a family soccer tournament with him as the coach, you thought yeah. this was gonna be one hell of a vacation. 

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