#I was also a fan of the idea of one of them having a thing that the other didn't - Sunny having horns and Sunny not having them yet

[oopsallturtles]

Awww, thank you so much @bagels-and-cream-cheese333 and @soaptastesfunny!!

Okay, so one of the things I'm trying to be better about is leaving comments on things because it means so much when it happens to me, so I'm going to treat this like a big collection of ao3 comments towards the users I've found to be supremely amazing in my time exploring tumblr:

@somerandomdudelmao - your cass apocalypse series is half the reason I got a tumblr account in the first place. Your art and story have made me feel just about EVERY emotion, and inspired me to want to work on my own art and stories about this best little turtle family <3

@wickcipher - you have NO idea how excited I get when I see an update to your portaljacked comic!! The art is so cute and the way you write the brothers is spot on.

@grey-viridian - your rottmnt art is brain-tingling perfect, I LOVE IT SO MUCH

@remedyturtles - your rottmnt fics MAKE ME FEEL THINGS. You have an amazing talent for making these characters so real. I don't make fanart, but the little kid with a death wish pushed me over the edge to finally decide I wanted to learn to draw so that I can make a worthy attempt - KEEP WRITING FOREVER PLEASE

@dandylovesturtles - your rottmnt fics are SO GOOD -- AND I HAVEN’T EVEN READ THE BIG BOY i may be invisible fic YET. But I KNOW it’s going to be amazing if your other ones are any indication (not to mention the fanart and snippets I've read). It’s next on my reading list and I don’t know if my heart can take it IM SO EXCITED

@bobtheacorn - you’re the first ao3 author I subbed to because I have read all your rottmnt fics and LOVED THEM. Which says a lot since I normally don’t read anything with pairings in the rottmnt fandom, but I took a chance and, congrats, you’ve won me over with leosagi with your sky that i sleep under series <3

@bagels-and-cream-cheese333 - I absolutely love how involved and encouraging you are in this fandom. You helped make me (and i know SO many others) feel so welcomed! I now also think of you every time I pass by the bagels in the grocery store XD

@tonystarkwasrobbed, @the-city-kitty , @carrots-bear, @asheronangel - you guys were some of the very first people to interact with my posts and soon became names that I recognized and got excited to see! You’re all so fun, kind, and welcoming and helped me feel like I could do more than just lurk silently in the background in this fandom space lol

@trilobitepunch - your art is what I aspire towards. It is SO gorgeous and instantly recognizable as yours, I ADORE it so much

@heretherebeturtles-comic - my first thoughts at seeing this comic art: THERE'S NO WAY THIS IS FAN MADE, IT’S TOO SHOW ACCURATELY PERFECT. The amount of work and care you must have put into this is AMAZING! I will never get over it and I’m looking forward to the next update!

@thursdaysyme - your art. YOUR ART! It’s SO cool. One of the rare few whose style I can identify as yours with just a glance. I love your comic panels and your sense of humor with those brothers is so great lol

@soaptastesfunny - FRIEND!! I’ve been having so much fun chatting and exchanging story ideas with you! I love seeing your art and I’m so excited to see what you’ll be drawing, writing, and creating next!!

@banana-jar-studio - your art is mindblowing. It’s SO GOOD and has such a super fun energy to it, I want to plaster my walls with your art

@intotheelliwoods - i’m so happy the tmnt au competition introduced me to your 2 arms left comic! Your art is so freaking adorable and expressive, i love it so much!!

@novastar-creations - thank you so much for making that rise art challenge! Even if I only managed to complete a few of the prompts, that was the most fun i’d had making art in quite a while! I love seeing your comments as well as your drawings, and I legit still laugh when I think of that one you drew of Leo eating pancakes for pancake day.

@howl-182 - This is very specific, and I don’t know how you do it, but your art made me actively enjoy the human versions of rise turtles. I’m typically just neutral about human redraws, but every time I see yours, it makes me stop and be like THAT’S THEM! You capture their essence perfectly and I am impressed every time.

@resha04 - You commented on my fic and you were SO incredibly kind and thoughtful and just the most epic hype-man that your name is forever burned in my mind (hope that’s not weird haha). I feel like every time I see a post from you, you’re lifting up people’s works with a love of creativity that’s just so lovely and you remind me all the time that my words do matter and that I need to share with people the good things I see in them and their works (hence this post, actually!)

@snowbriar - I love this mission you’re heading on Project Rise Revised!! In sifting through all those lost pieces and stringing things together on that red stringed plot board, I can see the passion and excitement you have for this and i’m so glad that you invited me to be a part of it, even in just a small way! Everyone working on this is super cool and it’s these types of what-if passions that got me into writing in fandoms in the first place.

I know there’s dozens of others whose creative/genius/hilarious posts I’ve seen floating around that I LOVE, and I’d tag you all if I could, but it takes me forever to learn usernames to specific works lol. But I look forward to growing my hoard of likes thanks to you all! Keep writing/drawing/posting! You are amazing!

hey, did you know that the world is a better place because of your creations and art and writing, no matter how niche or how many people see it

[kalied0skull]

“ front and center, girly! ”

— “ yeah, I'm hearin'! ”

now playing: Hey Cowgirl — Mac Demarco ♪

★ ramble & extras under the cut !

it was only a matter of time until i got my grubby hands on cowgirl curtis, i have been running around grabbing EVERRYYY SINGLEEE trans headcanon and absolutely eating that shit UP!!!

shout out to @trevination & @broareweabouttoviberightnow because when scrambling around for ideas to draw her I've discovered that she is your guys' collective daughter and it feels only right to show her to you (so sorry for the @'s I'm not prone to tagging people but i take it you both wouldn't mind much 💀)

this is my little take on cowgirl! and AAAUGHHHH I LOVE HERRRRR I DOOOOO!!!! i am holding her so gently in my hands and brushing her hair with a tiny little comb ,, she's my gal. ..

soemthing about transfem curtis brothers makes my heart go wah, i love them really i do they're so lovely to me

I don't have many headcanons of cowgirl at the moment, but i am obsessed with the idea of calling her "girly" (thankyou to my memaw, who uses girly and inspired the idea) — like... pony / girly? the parallels... okay whatever I'm shutting up i promise /j+silly

anyways, whilst trying to make up a little design for her, i got a bit sidetracked and made this drawing of ponyboy and cowgirl sharing a cigarette and having a real short talk

the specific ponyboy i have there IS post-story, his bleached and overgrown hair making a weird appearance in the drawing. i dunno, i like to imagine post-canon pb would have a way more enamored response to cowgirl compared to pre or during.

he's really in love with the girl he becomes in another universe, even if it might not be him. he still loves her no matter what, and i think that's really neat :D

my favorite little detail of cowgirl has to be the little designs i put on her clothes, something tells me she is a girl who is in LOVE with embroidery. i think it might be one of the things she picked up when transitioning, because you always have to be a little punk in terms of being transgender in my opinion — and i take cowgirl to be quite crafty :3c

i just think she'd fawn over tiny flowers and spirals all over her stuff, because "they are so cute n' simple, right?! but they're so complex and cool!" and awawawahhh... she just likes her details in my eyes

anyways i really really REALLY enjoyed making this drawing, mostly digital though – the traditional sketch was a hit of a process, i accidentally made her too tall at some point and was like "??? nuh uh" 💀 but she's beautiful and she's such a doll and wahhh my babyy...

i hope all the transfem pb fans out there can appreciate another addition to the gallery, I'd also like to shout out GLORBIEZ' ART !!! who also inspired me very heavily to make my own version!

please please please go look at it glorbiez is an amazing artist and i really love their take on cowgirl /BEGGING, DESPERATE (/silly)

who am i if not to jump on a trend with a very niche headcanon amirite ;3

[httpknjoon]

pick up the pace | myg

plot | that time when the tour resumes after a month-long holiday break and you and yoongi are not really talking.

w.c | 2.9k+

pairing | bass guitarist!yoongi x popstar!reader

genre | enemies to lovers, popstar x bassist, slowburn

note | slowest burn lol

main masterlist | series masterlist

LOVE IS... ON TOUR: RESUMES!

YN Announces "Love Is... On Tour" Asia and Australia Dates

Time to save up!

Singer-songwriter YN unveils the dates for the much-anticipated Asia and Australia leg of her "Love Is... On Tour."

The talented popstar is confirmed to be making stops in Japan, South Korea, the Philippines, Thailand, Malaysia, and Singapore in Asia, while she will be performing in Sydney and Brisbane for her Australian stops.

YN's recent album was released last year, June 2024, packed with hit songs "Taste", "Bed Chem", and many more. She also released an EP for the holidays, which broke the record for most-streamed Christmas song within 24 hours.

Almost forty days after the holiday break of your tour, your busy schedule is back with rehearsals and meetings again. It was a joy to find yourself sleeping on the same bed again after living from one hotel to another for the first leg of your tour. You had your quiet, no-camera-shutter life again after a long time, as you live away from LA or New York. You stayed on the same state you were raised in, just literally moved out from your parents, since you find it peaceful living there.

Pauline, your 67-year-old widowed neighbor, was so happy to see you back home that she brought you food every chance she could, just to make sure that you're looking after yourself after being working so much for three months straight.

For Christmas, you stayed at your parents' house for a few days. It was only a few minutes away from your house. You were constantly babied, which you didn't mind, since your sister is away with her own family in London. Your parents were usually pushy and nosy about your love life since Theo was your longest relationship. But considering how public your last breakup was, they didn't say anything related to that and just asked about your tour instead.

"Your dad never shut up about wanting to meet your new band." Your mom brought up over breakfast casserole.

You giggled after seeing your dad's eyebrows raised, "I'll introduce them when you come to my show next time, Dad. You're coming to my Sydney show, right?"

He nods, putting down his cup, "I am! I cannot wait to meet them. I love them already. And can you introduce me to your new guitar guy? I've seen short videos of him online and I am a fan of him!"

You nodded as you chewed on your food, letting your smile fade off at the process. You were not surprised by that since your dad is a musician himself, and although you won't admit it in front of your bassist, Yoongi is a great addition to your life tour.

Speaking of Yoongi...

Apparently, you drunkenly called him during New Year's Eve. If you hadn't looked back on your call history a few days after the celebrations, you wouldn't know that a two-minute call happened. Being blackout drunk, you have zero memories of that call and have no one to ask about it except Yoongi, but since you have not talked since that night after the aftermath, you still have no idea what went on in that specific 148-second call.

You still don't have the guts to call or even text him about it since that night he left your hotel room.

Looking outside the night lights of New York City, you wondered if you did the right thing by telling Yoongi that you two crossed the line. Maybe you overreacted. Or maybe it's just your pride. But the idea of many article headlines went into your head after realizing what could happen if anyone learns what was happening between you and your bassist. You don't want to have a reputation as a popstar screwing your band's members.

But he apologized before turning his back. 'He didn't need to,' you groaned as you buried your face on the pillow. It's not his fault. You were literally the one to pull him inside your hotel room. You wanted to tell him that, and you planned to. But the day after that night, when you met up with everyone for a setlist meeting before letting everyone go for the holiday break, Yoongi was not in attendance.

You were on your tiptoes, looking at the door at every opportunity during that less than an hour meeting. But he never showed up. Making you sigh quietly once the meeting was over. While everyone was chatting about their holiday plans as they went, you pulled Noah aside by clinging to his arm as he walked in the elevator.

"Didn't see my lovely bassist today, have you?" you asked him, keeping the usual banter you have with Yoongi, not wanting to make yourself obvious.

Noah laughed, "Why? Miss him?"

You unlinked your arm from his, "N-No! I was just asking. We had a very important meeting, you know?"

"Sure, whatever," your friend rolled his eyes. "And to answer your curiosity, he left earlier, said he had an early flight to chase. I think he already told Art about it."

You just nodded after hearing that and spaced out for the next five minutes. Noah kept talking about the holidays. You don't really remember anything since there's already someone else in your head, wondering where he'll spend his Christmas or New Year's. The next thing you know is you're on your way to the airport to fly back home.

Now, the private plane you are currently riding with your staff just landed in LA. Just a few days from now, you will be back performing in different cities in Asia and Australia. So you are set to meet everyone again in preparation for the tour. And by everyone, that means you will see—

"Earth to YN?"

Someone's mention of your name snapped you out of your thoughts. You turned to your front, where Cal sits with her infamous pink iPad in her hand. She looks at you like she was waiting for you to say something. But since she can easily read your face, Cal's shoulders slump.

She asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm sorry, I just zoned out. Adjusting, you know?" you reasoned out, smiling sheepishly.

"It's okay, I know you are." Cal smiled. "But don't worry, we're both adjusting! I'll help you with everything!"

You chuckled, "Thank you, Callie. You're an angel."

"It's my job, love," she winked, making you laugh more.

For a moment, you felt lighter. You distracted yourself by making quick, small chats with everyone who greeted you at their airport.

"Oh, hi! Hello! How are you doing? How's your holiday? Any New Year's resolution?"

That's the same thing you said over and over again. You barely registered everyone's answer since you were basically speedwalking with your staff to the company van that was waiting outside. A series of shutter sounds and camera clicks can be heard as you step out of the airport. You paid zero attention to them, hiding behind your face mask and sunglasses, before getting in the van.

The drive to the company building was less than fifteen minutes. When you were on your way to the seventh floor, where the meeting would be held, you did the same small chit-chat with everyone. You were talking with Art, whom you met at the entrance of the building, when the elevator doors opened with a ding.

It was like the walls your distraction technique built cracked a little since your heart began pounding louder than your ears can hear it. You straightened up, running your hands down to the hem of the miniskirt you were wearing. You followed behind Art and Cal, who is basically your parents when you're on tour. You tried to relax your tensed face before approaching the meeting room, removing your mask and glasses.

Okay, stay calm. Breathe in... and out. Relax.

Cal and Art were already inside when you paused before the door to take a deep inhale and exhale. You can hear the buzz from the other room, hearing familiar laughs and voices. You wondered if he's also there.

"Hello, everyone!"

The moment you opened the door, the buzz slowly died down. Your eyes were quick to spot him when you scanned the room. He was at the farthest seat on the long wooden table, next to the other band members, hiding his face under his cap.

"YN!"

Everyone greeted you back, with a few coming over to you to give you a quick hug. Fred handed you a small gift bag that probably includes the cookies his wife made, the ones you saw in his IG stories. Akio handed you another one, packed with goodies from Japan, when she came home few weeks ago. Noah, on the other hand, welcomed you with open arms and squeezed you in.

"Oh my god, I can't breathe!" you laughed, pushing yourself out of his embrace.

Everyone around you kept talking, but you found your eyes taking peeks at that one person who did not even stand up from his chair and kept his conversation with Art, who was sitting at the head of the table. There is a lot of attention given to you right now, but all you want is for one person to at least look back.

"Okay, everyone. Let's all sit down to get started with this briefing." Art, being the tour manager that he is, stopped the little catch-up talks that began once again.

Everyone in the room followed, occupying the empty seats in the room. Chairs scraped the floor while everyone settled in. You looked around the room, looking for yours. Only one was left, one that is usually reserved for the main artist in every meeting like these. That one chair across from Yoongi.

He knows you're across from him. You know.

Finally, he looks up once you sit on the chair. His eyes bore at yours. For a second, he meets your gaze. You see his Adam's apple bobbed. Then, he looked down at his phone again. You frowned.

"Okay, let's begin!"

It was the next day after that meeting when the rehearsals for the new setlist were conducted. There are new songs and choreographed dances to be learned, new bodysuits to be tested. Your team rented a large studio that can act as your stage before you all fly to your first venue, Tokyo.

For the band, they will need to practice the new songs added to the tour's setlist. For you, the first thirty minutes of the rehearsals consist of keeping yourself focused on what's going on. You had a crazy idea of pulling Yoongi in private to talk about what happened and maybe explain. But after yesterday's cold and wordless interaction, it's clear. He wants nothing to do with you.

"YN, Paul needs you to see the new suits," Cal called you after a couple of songs. You gave her a single nod and let her pull you to another room.

Yoongi watched your back quietly as you left. He caught how you've been extra quiet since yesterday. Yes, you still interact with the other band members and dancers. But you barely shared anything about your holiday. He may not talk a lot, but his ears are listening.

"Maybe YN can buy more time to dress up for her next outfit if we extend the outro a little," Akio suggested.

Yoongi looked at his watch. It has been eighteen minutes since you left for your bodysuit fittings. While waiting for you, Art decided to talk with the band about the changes and concerns.

"Yeah, we can add another thirty seconds in the outro. So that she won't be in a rush-rush." Freddie added, looking at the rundown sheet.

"Then, we can move to the next song. She'll be dancing back to back?" Noah asked, turning to your tour manager.

He nods, "Yeah, it's both heavy on dancing."

"This setlist is a little brutal for her," Yoongi mumbled under his breath while mindlessly tuning his guitar

He had the same thought when he first saw the setlist yesterday, since he missed the meeting that happened the day after the afterparty. You only removed two to three songs from the setlist and added five more. The sequence was also changed. When Yoongi asked who changed it, he was surprised to hear that it was your decision.

Your two most physically demanding songs are one after another, with only twenty seconds in between. Yoongi cannot imagine seeing how those two performances can be performed after each other, considering the dress change and of course, quick water breaks.

"Yoongi, what do you think? You usually have notes about anything." Art turned to him as he caught him whispering something inaudible.

Instead of repeating what he said, Yoongi shrugged, "If that's what she wants, then that's it."

Before Art can say anything, the door opens. You walked in, wearing a fresh addition to your countless bodysuits for this tour. Yoongi tried to look away, but he failed. Instead, he found himself scanning your new outfit, studying the sparkling details of your long-sleeved bodysuit, which came with a ruffled mini skirt. It also has the signature heart-shaped cutout on its chest part, outlined with rhinestones, which perfectly matches your tall platform boots.

By the time Yoongi's done staring at your outfit, he notices that you were looking back at him, basically catching him. He saw a small quirk in one corner of your lips before looking at your tour manager.

"Sorry, I was gone too long. Paul wanted to make sure I am comfortable with this," you explained, pointing down to your whole outfit.

"Well, are you?" Noah asked, raising a brow.

You chuckled, "Actually, I'm not. It's still a little tight for dancing and all. But it will be pretty under the lights. I'll be wearing this for the new songs I added."

Yoongi, who had his eyes on his guitar to avoid another eye contact with you, absentmindedly spoke before thinking about it.

"Yeah, and you might pass out before you can even finish that setlist."

He thought no one heard him, but you did. You were quick to answer, saying the first sentence you said to him since the meeting yesterday.

"Don't worry, Yoongi. You can do CPR if that happens." you said it with sass, rolling your eyes as you cross your arms over your chest.

Your bassist, although surprised, just tried to look calm before letting out a subtle chuckle with a stupid smirk on his lips. Something that definitely did not cause any tightness in your stomach.

Art, who knew that any childish banter might occur now, clapped his hands to catch everyone's attention,

"Okay, everyone. Let's all go back to rehearsing."

Remind me why we're taking a break It's obviously insane 'Cause we both know what we want So why don't we fall in love? Baby, let's be in love

One of your most underrated songs was Touch It. You decided to add it on your setlist after hearing that it got a lot of attention because of a TikTok edit that went viral during December of last year. Someone wrote it for you. But now, the song felt more relatable than ever like it was written about a certain moment in your life.

'Cause every time I'm with you, I go into a zone

You held onto the microphone stand, closing your eyes in the process of singing the lyrics. You tried to keep your head blank, not wanting to connect the song with anyone or even someone who is in the same room as you at the moment.

And I remember all the places you wanna go

Yoongi kept his eyes on your fingers. Like before, he is trying to be alert to your possible signals. But when he looks at your hands, all he can feel is your fingers in his hair or your thumb touching his lips. And your voice. Oh my god. You're killing him because all he can remember is how sweet you sound that night.

Take me all the way

Suddenly, you were turning around, facing your band. Yoongi felt his heart pounding like it's gonna fly out of his chest. He remembered having the same feeling that night in your hotel room. Or when he answered your call during New Year's. He cannot tell if he was nervous or excited, probably in the very thin line between those two. He's probably scared.

And it seemed like you know what you are doing to him. Because when your eyes scanned the band, your eyes stopped at him before singing the last line.

Ain't nobody gonna touch it, touch it, touch it

JANUARY 1, 20XX, 12:13 AM

"Hello?"

"Hello?"

silence

"Min Yoongi?"

"Yes, YN?"

"Is this your number? I really thought you blo-"

"Yes, this is still my number, YN."

"Why do you keep saying my name like formally? Are you mad at me?"

"I'm not mad at you. Never."

silence

"Never?"

"Never."

silence

"Why did you call? It's New-"

"Why are you not mad at me?"

"Are you crying? Wait, are you drunk?"

"Does it matter? Answer the question."

silence

"I don't know... Maybe I should be. But I can't. I just can't. I don't know what's with you really."

silence

"Maybe I should not have called. I'm just making things worse."

"We already did."

silence

"Why does it have to be you?"

"Hmm?"

"I hate you. I miss you. Good night. Happy fucking new year."

"Happy new year-"

call ended

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[bratbby333]

Are you okay with writing more poly satosugu? Im obsessed

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ poly stsg: the prequel !

⋆｡˚ cw + tags: nsfw mdni. fem!reader. suggestive scenes/language, alcohol mentioned. super fluffy n cute n precious n beautiful. ₊✩ˎˊ˗ an: ask and you shall receive. this has been sitting in my drafts, half written, for nearly a year. you can find part one here ! i don't think anything will ever alleviate my stsg brain rot so of course im okay with writing more. i hope you enjoy some back story !! ⋆｡˚ word count: 5k. i got carried away once again. also not proofread. sry. ₊✩ˎˊ˗ banner fan art from twitter @/xtlusultx

ੈ♡˳ how it started...

Satoru and Suguru were already dating when you met them, though you all quickly became inseparable. 

Honestly? You were positive this whole thing was Suguru's idea. He’d been sitting with the weight of his feelings for a while. He knew what he felt for you, he recognized it, accepted it before anyone else did. So of course he brought it to Satoru first. Quietly. Carefully. Something like, “Hey, I think I might be in love with her too. What do we do with that?”

And Satoru? He probably took, what, four seconds to process it before going, “Oh?? Okay!!”

He was thrilled, honestly. The man had so much love in his body it practically leaked out of him. And sure, he knew Geto loved him deeply and endlessly, but he also knew he could be a little clingy sometimes (his words, not yours. At least he was self aware). So the idea of having two people to smother with affection instead of one? It was the easiest choice he could have made. He already adored you. He always had.

But even with both of them on the same page, so aligned it was almost scary, they were still nervous. Hesitant, even. Because it wasn’t just some new phase or thrill; it was you. Their best friend. The person who knew them too well, who made everything feel easy. The last thing they wanted was to risk that.

What if you didn’t want to change anything? What if it made things weird? What if they lost you?

But then Suguru noticed how you instinctually bounced between the two of them depending on what mood you were in; feeling silly and a bit unhinged, wanting nothing more than to lean into your unending curiosity and desire for adventure? Satoru was your man; the two of you were never not doing something; frequenting the city, shopping and snacking and chatting about everything, which inevitably led to y'all being at a random party across town just because you felt like it.

Not many people could hangout with Satoru for extended periods of time without getting annoyed, but it was like you and him were two halves of the same whole, well...aside from Geto, of course…the two of you complimented Satoru in different but fulfilling ways. You matched him, and Suguru balanced him. 

And if you were craving calmness and deep, intellectual chats filled with quick wit and the occasional dose of sarcasm, you’re hanging out with Suguru, your legs thrown over his thighs as he manspreads on the couch. His presence was just so comforting, and the two of you never ran out of things to say. He made you feel seen. He supported you unconditionally, all while dismissing the pressure to conform to anyone else's standards. Geto just wanted you to be you. 

The two of them harbored a safe space for each part of your personality, and when you were all together, there was an unspoken balance between you. The laughter was unending and it never once felt awkward or forced, even when you had first met them. It felt...natural. Like this was the reality that the three of you were meant to live. 

You started to notice your feelings for the both of them about three months into your friendship, but didn't want to overstep any boundaries or insert yourself into their relationship. Though it had been years now since you had first met the two of them, you still felt slightly ashamed for viewing your friends in a seemingly inappropriate way. You attempted to push those feelings away, but the longer this played out, the harder it was to ignore…

.⋅♡‧₊˚〰.

You were sat on the couch of their shared apartment, sipping on some wine, snacks littering the coffee table as some random movie faded into background noise. You found yourself tied up in harmless banter, going back and forth with Satoru over god knows what. It was rare for someone to entertain Gojo's ramblings, but you were fair game, loving the challenge of his stubbornness. Suguru was smiling admirably at the two of you from a loveseat to the left, and though he looked calm on the outside, his mind was racing; Is now the time? Should I ask? Should we do this? 

You excused yourself and went to the bathroom. But rather than actually using the toilet, you leaned over the sink, splashing cool water on your face and silently thanking the heavens that you could blame your intensely blushed face on the alcohol.

But you didn't even drink enough to have a buzz from the wine. It was them making you red in the face: How effortless it was to joke around with Satoru (while others viewed him as immature, you saw him as someone who's healing their inner child, and the two of you had similar senses of humor. It was so easy for him to make you laugh and vice versa). Not to mention how intently Suguru listened to you when you spoke...it was like he was trying to look through you, like he was holding on to every single word. And his emotional intelligence coupled with his unintentional siren eyes definitely didn't help your nerves.

And as comfortable as you felt around them, the deeper feelings you had were becoming unbearable.

But while you hid yourself away in the bathroom, the two guys were having a whispered meeting, psyching themselves up to finally ask you to join them: 

"Suguru...we've been putting this off for long enough. Tonight's the night," Satoru whispered. His eyes darted between his boyfriend and the hallway, on the lookout for you to reappear. His hand grasped Geto's as he rubbed gentle circles into his skin.

Suguru offered him a gentle squeeze in response, nodding his head as he chewed the inside of his cheek. "I know, I know...but who's gonna bring it up?" he asked softly. 

"Oh, definitely you," Satoru replied, almost like it was obvious, leaning back on the couch cushions.

Suguru narrowed his eyes at his white-haired counterpart, "So, no...we're doing this together, Satoru."

When you finally returned and sat back down, you could feel the tension that had settled between the three of you. It felt abnormal for the usual dynamic and your heart rate increased at the feeling.

Your eyes drifted nervously between the two men, "...is...everything okay?" you questioned, reaching for your wine and taking a much needed swig. You rolled the stem of the glass between your fingers as you awaited their response.

Suguru finally spoke up after sharing a look with Satoru, "Yeah, everything's fine," he smiled, "We just want to talk to you about something," he murmurs, shifting his weight in his seat before turning his body to face you.

His dark eyes and unwavering attention made your hands tremble slightly. Your gaze meandered toward Gojo, who occupied the space next to you, then back to Geto, before nodding slowly.

Satoru sat up a bit. "We've been thinking a lot about our friendship lately...about how close we've all become..." he trailed off and glanced at Geto.

"Yeah, it's rare to find this kind of connection with people. We trust you and care about you so much," Suguru added.

You looked between the two of them, your brows furrowed deeply. "Why does it feel like you two are getting a divorce and are about to ask me who I want to stay with..." you half-joked, taking another sip of your wine, "But in all seriousness, you two mean a lot to me. So, what's goin' on?" 

Gojo laughed at your comment before speaking up, "We've been talking about something for a while now, and we wanted to share it with you because it's important to us."

Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. Panic bloomed, subtle but rapid, like the fizz in your half-finished wine glass. You were terrified they had caught on, had noticed the lingering glances, the way you always sat a little too close to Suguru when you were tired, the way your laugh came too easily around Satoru. You thought you’d been discreet.

One hand twirled the wine glass around in slow, absent circles, the other clenched tight, tucked beneath your thigh like you could keep your nerves from spilling out if you just held them in hard enough.

You glanced between them—Suguru sitting composed but visibly tense, and Gojo, still smiling, but with an undercurrent of seriousness in his eyes that made your stomach twist. You nodded once, just barely. You weren't sure if you were giving them permission to keep talking or trying to brace yourself for whatever came next.

A deep breath broke the silence—Geto’s. His voice was low, steady, but you could hear the effort it took to speak so plainly. "We love each other deeply, and we've also realized how much we care about you," he said, shifting again like he couldn’t quite get comfortable with the weight of what he was about to say.

"We’ve been considering the idea of opening our relationship to include you, if that’s something you’d be interested in."

You blinked. And then blinked again. You took another sip, as if the wine was the reason this conversation seemed real. But it was real, and this was actually happening. 

The words didn’t register at first, not really. You stared at him like you’d misheard, like if you just kept looking long enough, he’d laugh and say he was joking. Your breath caught in your throat and you nearly choked on it, coughing once before covering your mouth like that would hide the shock painting your face.

Your ears were ringing, the edges of your vision buzzing, like the room itself had tilted. But beneath the static, there was this creeping warmth. It was an overwhelming, radiant kind of relief that made your fingers tremble. They weren’t uncomfortable with your feelings. They knew, and they wanted you.

And then, just as quickly, the shock gave way to a strange kind of disbelief, like you’d stepped into a dream, one too good to be real. Your mind spiraled with thoughts, too fast to catch: Are they serious? What does this mean? How long have they been thinking about this?

You’d wanted them for so damn long. In different ways, at different times, but it had always felt hopeless. Forbidden, even. A deep, lingering sense of guilt followed you around for mentally inserting yourself into their relationship. It was like wanting the sun and the moon but the gravitational pull from both kept you...stuck. And now they were sitting across from you, calm and honest, asking if you wanted them back.

Your chest was tight with emotion. You could barely find your voice. You looked between them again, your mouth slightly open, like you might say something, anything, but all that came out was a quiet, “You’re serious?”

Satoru grinned, soft and real. “Dead serious, sweetheart.”

Suguru nodded. There was something rare and vulnerable in his gaze that made your heart twist. “Only if you want to. There’s no pressure. But we had to ask.”

You felt like crying. Or laughing. Maybe both, simultaneously. Because somewhere deep down, part of you had wanted this for so long, and now that it was real, you almost didn’t know how to hold it.

"...Really? So…so, how would that work?" Your body was putting in overtime to keep your voice level, but in reality, you were elated. And as Suguru started to lay everything out, you began to feel more and more on board with the whole scenario. 

"We understand if it's not for you. But we wanted to be honest about our feelings and see if you might feel the same way," Geto concluded, his eyes searching yours for any sign of apprehension.

"I appreciate you both being so open about this..." Your voice trailed off as you looked at Suguru, then to Satoru, and back again. You were deep in thought as you weighed your options. It was one thing to daydream about a relationship like that, but it was a whole different ballpark when actually attempting it. 

Gojo spoke up once more, "Above all else, we want to make sure this is something you're comfortable with...a relationship where the three of us are equally involved and supportive of each other."

"Communication is going to be key. We want you to feel comfortable expressing any thoughts or concerns along the way," Suguru added. 

Silence fell as you pondered the offer presented to you. you smiled at the two of them before speaking up, "I'd love to give it a try. You are both important to me and I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about it before." 

As the words of affirmation left your lips, you were immediately tackled into the couch by your overjoyed, blue-eyed (boy)friend, encompassed in a body-crushing bear hug. Geto quickly joined the two of you on the couch, placing a gentle peck to both you and Satoru's cheek. 

This marked the start of a flourishing relationship, just you and your boys against the world, a beautiful dynamic operating with a deep sense of mutual respect, love, and open communication.

ੈ♡˳ how it's going...

The minute the three of you decided to give polyamory a try, the world felt like it shifted on its axis, a wave of normalcy washing over all of you. The dynamic was perfect, and you always caught yourself wondering why this didn't happen sooner. 

It didn’t feel unnatural or complicated like you’d feared. If anything, it was the opposite. A strange and beautiful wave of normalcy settled over the three of you. Like you had just remembered something you were never supposed to forget.

The dynamic fell into place effortlessly. Suguru, as always, was the grounding force—calm, intentional, fiercely attentive. He took on the role of caretaker with ease, though he'd never say it out loud. It wasn’t in the dramatic gestures, but in the way he placed a hand on your back when you looked overwhelmed, or quietly handed Satoru a bottle of water when he’d clearly forgotten to drink anything all day. He made sure you both ate when your schedules got chaotic, that you went to bed instead of overextending yourselves. He didn’t nag—he guided, steady and warm.

Suguru had always carried a kind of weight in his presence, but now that weight felt like protection instead of distance. You and Satoru gave his life color, purpose—and in return, he anchored you both without ever demanding anything back. But of course, you gave it anyway. In quiet gestures, in lazy mornings spent curled together in bed, in the way you learned to read the tiniest flickers of expression on his face and respond to them before he even asked.

Satoru… well, not much had changed on the surface. He was still loud, still playful, still the first to suggest impulsive ideas like midnight ice cream runs or building a blanket fort just because. But there was a softness to him now, a depth that had always been there but now showed itself more readily. He teased, flirted, joked—but he was also the first to notice when you were feeling distant, the first to ask, “Are you okay?” with a hand over yours and a rare kind of quiet in his voice.

He was touch-starved in the way only someone who gives so much could be, and now that you were his, he made no effort to hide how much he loved being loved. You caught him staring all the time—at you, at Suguru—like he couldn’t believe any of this was real. Sometimes he’d just sigh and press his forehead to your shoulder and mumble something like, “This is the best timeline,” and then pretend it hadn’t happened at all.

Despite the deep feelings and the complicated history, what surprised you most was how easy it all felt. How often you found yourself laughing. How domestic it became without even trying.

Suguru was surprisingly touchy when no one was looking. You’d be brushing your teeth, and he’d wander in to tuck your hair behind your ear like it was nothing. Or he’d rest his chin on your shoulder while you were making tea, arms snaking around your waist, quiet and content. His love language was care disguised as routine—always making sure your phone was charged, that you took your meds, that Satoru didn’t eat cake for breakfast (again). And the best part? He never needed thanks. He just looked at you like, of course I’ll take care of you. You’re mine.

Satoru, on the other hand, was as dramatic and extra as ever, but now he had two people to dote on—and be doted on by. He’d wear matching socks with you and pretend it was a coincidence. He’d climb into bed with you and Suguru and sigh like the day had personally attacked him, only to melt into your arms five seconds later. You once caught him trying to braid Suguru’s hair while he was half-asleep, and instead of stopping him, Suguru just sighed and let him keep going, eyes closed, face soft.

.⋅♡‧₊˚〰.

It was a lazy morning—one of those rare days where no one had anywhere to be and the sun was barely creeping through the blinds. You stirred awake to the sound of quiet humming, familiar and slightly off-key, and the sensation of something warm and heavy draped across your waist.

Satoru.

His hair was a fluffy mess, pillow-creased and wild, his blindfold bunched up like a headband around his forehead. He was curled half on top of you, long limbs tangled like a human octopus, one arm flung across your stomach, one leg hooked over yours. He was still humming, barely conscious, but so deeply relaxed it was like he’d melted.

“Mornin’,” he mumbled against your shoulder, voice thick with sleep.

You tried to stretch, but he clung to you like you were his emotional support body pillow. “You’re heavy,” you grumbled, affection softening the complaint.

“Mm, no I’m not. You’re just dramatic.” He nuzzled further into your neck, lips brushing your skin in a way that made your heart stutter.

“Do you ever wake up like a normal person?”

“Nope,” he said, popping the 'p' like it was the proudest thing he’d ever said.

You ran your fingers through his messy hair, and he actually purred. Like, audibly. It was so ridiculous you laughed, but he just sighed like your touch was the cure to every problem in the world.

“You spoil me,” he said softly, quieter now, like the teasing had melted into something real. “You know that, right?”

You smiled, even though he couldn’t see it. “You spoil yourself, Satoru.”

“Yeah, but you do it better,” he replied without missing a beat. “You make it feel like… I deserve it.”

That stilled you. Because under the teasing, under the ego, you knew that was something he struggled with—that weight he carried behind the blindfold and bravado.

You shifted, just enough to wrap your arms around him, tucking his head beneath your chin. “You do deserve it. Every bit of it.”

He didn’t say anything at first. Just exhaled slowly, fingers curling against your side like he was anchoring himself to the moment. And then, muffled into your skin:

“You’re my favorite.”

You rolled your eyes, affectionately. “You say that to everyone.”

“Nope.” He lifted his head to grin at you, impossibly soft and just a little smug. “Just you. Don’t tell Suguru.”

You laughed and kissed his cheek anyway. “Too late. He already knows.”

Satoru sighed dramatically, burying his face in your neck again. “Damn. Guess I’ll just have to make you love me more today.”

And he would. In all the stupid little ways only he could pull off—bad jokes over breakfast, kissing your forehead like it was a compulsion, wrapping you in his arms like you were the only thing keeping him grounded.

Because when it was just the two of you, Satoru Gojo was less god and more boy—clumsy in his affection, shameless in his need, and so, so easy to love.

.⋅♡‧₊˚〰.

It was late. The apartment was quiet, the kind of quiet that settles over everything like a blanket—soft, still, safe. Satoru had passed out on the couch hours ago, limbs everywhere, one sock missing (again). You and Suguru had tiptoed away, not to be sneaky, just… because it felt like the right time for a quieter moment. A private one.

You were sitting on the floor of his room, your back against the side of the bed, a record playing low in the background. Suguru sat beside you, legs stretched out, one hand resting between the two of you, pinky just barely brushing yours.

He hadn’t said much yet, but that wasn’t unusual. Suguru didn’t need words to fill the space. He was the space—solid and grounding, always tuned in even when he was silent.

You turned your head to look at him, and he was already watching you. Not staring—watching. The way he always did. Like you were something worth observing carefully.

“What?” you asked softly, smiling a little.

He didn’t smile back—not because he wasn’t happy, but because he was in that kind of mood. The soft one. The vulnerable one. The Suguru one.

“You look peaceful,” he said simply. “I like seeing you like this.”

Your cheeks warmed, and you looked away, but not for long. Suguru didn’t say things for effect. If he gave you a compliment, it was because he meant it. Entirely. It always landed different—like he wasn’t just noticing your beauty, he was recognizing it. Respecting it.

“You make it easy to be peaceful,” you said, resting your head against his shoulder.

He shifted, just slightly, so he could wrap his arm around you, pulling you into his side. “I want to.”

“You do.”

Silence fell again, but it wasn’t awkward. It was the kind of silence that made your chest ache in the best way. The kind that said I don’t have to talk to be with you. After a while, he spoke again, voice low, words slow and careful like always. “Sometimes I think about how this almost didn’t happen. You and me. Us. All of it.”

Your stomach fluttered. “Yeah. Me too.”

“I think about all the time we wasted pretending we didn’t want more.”

You turned slightly to look at him, and this time he looked away, the smallest flicker of self-consciousness crossing his face.

“I used to watch you laugh with Satoru,” he continued, “and I’d wonder what it would be like… to be close to you like that. To make you smile that way.”

Your breath caught in your throat.

“I didn’t think I deserved it back then,” he said softly, eyes still fixed ahead. “But you make me feel like maybe I do now.”

You didn’t say anything at first. You just reached out and took his hand, lacing your fingers through his, grounding him for once.

“You do,” you said. “You always did.”

He finally looked at you, and this time, he smiled—small, soft, heartbreakingly genuine.

Then, wordlessly, he leaned in and kissed you. Not like Satoru’s kisses—quick and playful and endless. No, this was a Suguru kiss. Intentional. Slow. Like he was pouring every unspoken thought into it. Like he was giving you something sacred. Because he was.

And when he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours and whispered, “You’re my peace.”

You swallowed around the lump in your throat, your heart aching in the best way.

“And you’re mine,” you said.

Suguru gave devotion like it was breathing. He didn’t just love—he chose you, over and over, with every glance, every touch, every quiet act of care.

.⋅♡‧₊˚〰.

One on one, they were everything you had imagined them to be. But when they both decided to show you just how much they loved you at the same time? It was like being caught in the middle of a one-sided competition where you won every time.

It started with something small. A bad day. You came home quiet, not upset, just… low. Drained. And of course, they noticed. Satoru noticed in the way your eyes didn’t crinkle when you smiled. Suguru noticed in the way you sighed a little too often.

And that was all it took. You were suddenly the battlefield for a very soft war.

Suguru made your favorite dinner without asking, and you didn’t even realize he’d gone out to buy the ingredients. It was already plated when you got out of the shower, still warm, waiting on the coffee table with a fresh pair of fluffy socks he must’ve pulled from the back of your drawer. It was precisely what you needed, even though you didn’t know how to ask. They just knew. Little was said at dinner, but nothing really needed to be said. 

Suguru gently ushered you to the couch. Then Satoru came into the room with a blanket and immediately sat on your lap. “Your turn to be the little spoon,” he declared, even though the size difference made it slightly ridiculous. He tucked the blanket around both of you and kissed your forehead like he was sealing in warmth.

Suguru sat beside you, arm draped along the back of the couch, fingertips brushing your shoulder, his voice low as he asked how your day went. No pressure, no expectations, no fixing. Just listening. Satoru, meanwhile, made little dramatic gasps every time you said something mildly annoying that happened. “They said what to you?? Prison. Life sentence. I’ll teleport there now.”

And it kept going. Suguru offered to braid your hair. Satoru tried to unbraid it just so he could “fix it.” Suguru rolled his eyes and took over again, whispering soft things about how pretty you looked even when you were tired. Satoru kept interrupting with kisses to your temple and shoulder, mumbling, “Yeah, and you smell good too. So unfair.”

At one point, you made a sound halfway between a laugh and a whimper. “You guys are literally overwhelming me with affection right now.”

They both paused. Then Suguru smiled, “Good.” And Satoru chimed in with, “You deserve to be worshipped. Let us live.”

After that, they teamed up. You were tucked between them on the couch—Suguru rubbing slow, grounding circles into your back while Satoru played with your fingers like he was counting each one. They talked around you, but every word was for your benefit.

“You think she knows how good she is?” “Mm. Not nearly enough.” “Well, that’s criminal.” “Agreed.”

You couldn’t even respond anymore. Your heart was too full. Your face hurt from smiling. And still, they didn’t stop. Because to them, loving you wasn’t a competition, but a privilege they both happened to share. And god, they were so good at it.

.⋅♡‧₊˚〰.

There were little things, too. The mundane kind that somehow became sacred. Suguru read with his head in your lap while Satoru scrolled through his phone, occasionally reaching up to boop your nose. Satoru stealing your chapstick and dramatically applying it like he was doing runway makeup, you walking into the kitchen to find the two of them dancing like idiots to a song on the radio, laughing so hard they could barely breathe.

It wasn’t always glamorous, but it was always yours. And in between the chaos and the teasing and the deep emotional undercurrents, there was this unshakable sense of joy. Of having finally found your people. The ones who made the world quieter, softer. Who made even the bad days feel survivable—sometimes with a forehead kiss, sometimes with a warm meal, sometimes with a joke so bad you had to physically throw a pillow at Satoru just to make it stop.

You loved them. You really, really loved them.

And they loved you back with the kind of love that felt like sunshine on skin, like home.

.⋅♡‧₊˚〰.

Of course, the intimacy deepened in every way. The friendship you’d all built didn’t disappear. It just bloomed, unfurled into something deeper, richer. And with it came the parts you’d never experienced before, not like this. The touches lingered longer, the kisses grew softer or rougher depending on the night, and the tension that had once been so unspoken became a language all its own.

The sexual aspect of it all… that was the most unfamiliar territory at first. Not difficult, but definitely an adjustment. It was one thing to imagine it, to dream about what it might be like. But reality, real vulnerability, was a different beast. It wasn’t just about desire. It was about trust. About learning new rhythms, exploring each other’s boundaries, needs, wants.

It would probably start in private moments, organically—Maybe you and Suguru share a vulnerable night, talking until the conversation softens into touches, confessions, something deeper. He’d be intentional, focused on making you feel safe and understood. It wouldn’t be rushed. If anything, it was incredibly slow, deliberate. He'd check in constantly, not just with words, but with his gaze, his hands, his presence. He’d ensure that you had his full attention in the way his fingers would trace along your skin, the way his big hands would hold you, ground you, his voice low when he whispered praise into ear; “There you go…just relax, pretty girl. I’ll be gentle. You’re doing so good.”  

And then, a few days or weeks later, it happens with Satoru. His energy was different—playful, disarming, but no less attentive. He would make you laugh right before kissing you breathless, help ease your nerves by being a bit ridiculous, a bit indulgent. He’d worship you in his own way, probably talk the entire time unless you shut him up with a kiss or sat yourself down on his face. Oh, that sweet tongue of his. But under the teasing, he’d be just as tender as Suguru, even if he hid it behind charm.

The first few times all together were careful, only a little awkward, full of whispered check-ins and shy laughter. But they were also electric, intimate in ways you hadn’t even known were possible. Suguru, intense and patient, knew how to read the room, how to guide without being overwhelmed. Satoru, unfiltered and affectionate, knew how to turn nerves into giggles, how to make even the most hesitant moments feel joyful and full of love.

Eventually, it became second nature, like everything else between the three of you.

You found yourself lying in bed with them, tangled in warmth and limbs, wondering why it had taken so long to get here. Why you’d ever thought being “just friends” was enough. Because now you knew what enough really felt like.

And it was this. 

an: this literally healed a part of me and i feel so full of love. also ik this one wasnt smutty, but don't you worry. i have a nashtyyy one comin soon. and, i started working on a stsg CHAPTERED story. omg. im really diving back in head fuckin' first. ik i said i was working on a dark choso series and a dead dove sukuna series but the subject matter is super heavy so im putting a pause on those for the foreseeable future xx

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[carlyraejepsans]

until recently i was a "havent even touched the game in 8 years, i barely remember the characters" type of ut fan, but i just finished it again and my brain is active again, but im really rusty. i could only think of you to ask, please feel free to ignore if youve answered before or for any reason at all. ill send them by separating, first one is this: since flowey says he "could never get past Asgore if it werent for you" does that tie to the quality of his determination, stats, or gameplay? like is he simply stuck on the "playing" part, no matter what he has equiped or his LV, is he simply unable to manage the turns? im a shitty gamer myself, i can bet sans fight would succeed to stop me from finishing a NoMercy, so is the asgore fight equivalent of that for flowey? so he never got Any "ending" at all, just went around doing what he could, until only thing left was asgore, and reseted? if so, wouldnt that make it basically canon he'd tried a NoMercy and got stumped worse with sans? please tell me your thoughts on floweys time with the power to save and reset

Hi, and welcome back to the game! I was in your exact same position a couple of years ago, so I'm super flattered you're looking at me for information.

Flowey's final kill count before the events of the game is... debatable. More under the cut because this got long.

Of course, like you said, you have lines like the ones after you deal with Asgore for him:

Howdy! It's me, FLOWEY. FLOWEY the FLOWER! I owe you a HUGE thanks. You really did a number on that old fool. Without you, I NEVER could have gotten past him. But now, with YOUR help… He's DEAD. And I'VE got the human SOULS!

There's a pretty straightforward interpretation of this line, and it's the one you brought up: Flowey tried to defeat Asgore but couldn't, and he needed us to weaken him first to achieve his goal. The phrasing doesn't leave much to be contested. However! There's another Flowey line--this time in the geno route, I don't know if you've already gotten to it in your replay--that i feel can offer a slightly different perspective.

You understand, I've done everything this world has to offer. I've read every book. I've burned every book. I've won every game. I've lost every game. I've appeased everyone. I've killed everyone. Sets of numbers… Lines of dialogue… I've seen them all.

If you go with the previous interpretation, you can read this line as Flowey being hyperbolic, or taking some poetic liberty for the sake of rhetorical parallelism. But considering his larger metanarrative role as a mirror and reflection of the completionist player experience, I think it is also completely fair to assume that Flowey HAS, in fact, killed Asgore before. Just like he's killed Sans. Just like he's killed literally everyone who can be killed in the game, either directly or indirectly (see, in our case, Alphys).

This does require a re-framing of the post Asgore fight dialogue, however. Which is... actually not as much of a stretch as you'd expect!

"but now, with your help... he's dead. and i've got the human SOULs." -> i needed your help to kill him.

"but now with your help... he's dead. and i've got the human SOULs." -> i needed your help to get the SOULs, specifically.

It's a subtle difference, but one that gets corroborated, once again, in Flowey's NEW HOME monologue in the geno route.

We don't even need to leave to get them this time. The king has six of them locked away. I've tried hundreds of ways to get him to show me them… But he just won't. I know he'll do it for YOU.

Remember how the SOUL containers are hidden under the floor in front of the Barrier until the moment you and Asgore initiate the battle? There would be no way for Flowey to know where they were stored unless Asgore chose to show them to him.

If you want my personal favorite interpretation, I think it's pretty clear that I lean towards the second option. All while not discarding the idea that Flowey is just a bit of a shit gamer as unrealistic (for all he may trap us in unavoidable attacks over and over, he does get thwarted every single time). He certainly seems more apt in plotting schemes and manipulation than sheer fighting prowess. My preference also remains because, while Flowey IS softlocked out of the ability to "finish the game" until we (the true protagonist) start playing, that is because Undertale doesn't end when we kill Asgore: it ends when we get to the Surface. THAT'S the final objective Flowey wants, and can never achieve on his own in the state of the game before it begins. Whether Asgore is alive or dead is irrelevant.

My preference also comes from Asgore and Flowey's characterizations. We know that Flowey has spent a significant amount of time stalking and resenting and mocking and enjoying Toriel's suffering in the RUINs. He is extremely good at pushing buttons and digging wounds back open. And well, Asgore himself is actively suicidal by the time we get to him, and has been for a while. Think only of the ending where Flowey doesn't kill him, so he kills himself instead. Furthermore, if you look at Undyne's reminiscing during our date in pacifist...

Once, to prove I was the strongest, I tried to fight ASGORE. Emphasis on TRIED. I couldn't land a single blow on him!

...it's clear Asgore is not only a very strong opponent, but also capable of blocking/dodging attacks. Something he doesn't do during our battle with him, in order to give us a fair fighting chance. Which is also clear suicidal ideation. Now, once again you could use this dialogue to support the opposite thesis that Flowey never managed to kill him. Asgore clearly has past experience in fending off rabid 13yos who want to beat his ass. But he is also in a very fraught mental state as is. Flowey's... well, everything--his mere existence as a concept would be enough to make him want to die. You can't tell me Flowey never drove his father to suicide during his resets (think of Asgore and Alphys' parallels), OR his mother--though I don't think he would be successful in her case (which only makes him hate Toriel more.)

But I would say both options are very good and can both be used to explore their characterization, on their own and in relation to one another.

So while I don't disagree with your comment about the Asgore fight being Flowey's personal Sans fight, I do think Flowey's Sans fight WAS also just... the sans fight lmao. Possibly with easier requirements to face it than us, if you only consider this dialogue of his after several neutral endings in a row

You know. Smiley Trashbag. Say. If I have ONE piece of advice for you... DON'T. Let his brother. Find out ANYTHING about you. He'll... well… Let's just say. He's caused me more than my fair share of resets. Stay away from that guy.

Though it's true that that could both refer to his fight and other shenanigans Sans could have pulled to cause problems on purpose for a time traveler, if he really saw them as a threat that needed dealing with.

does that tie to the quality of his determination, stats, or gameplay? like is he simply stuck on the "playing" part, no matter what he has equiped or his LV, is he simply unable to manage the turns?

I'll leave that to your discretion, actually! Like I already mentioned, it does seem to me that Flowey's specific strengths lie in his ability to manipulate and plot from the shadows, but whether he's naturally good at battles or not, I think the core of what makes him dangerous is the same thing that made us dangerous too. The fact that his mistakes, at the end of the day, do not matter. Flowey can fail and die and try again every single time he wants.

Every other character only needs to mess up once.

When the bored time bending kid with a violent complex has the wheel, it's not a matter of "if" he beats you. It's a matter of when.

Hope that made some kind of sense!

[paul-the-delivery-guy]

Didn't see the survey until after it was over, but just for fun, I'll post my responses here:

I first heard about Phineas and Ferb on TV

I first watched Phineas and Ferb probably in 4th or 5th grade, so about 2009 or 2010.

Was PnF instantly engaging? YES! It became one of my favorite cartoons to watch as a kid.

What kept me watching PnF? I saw it on Disney Channel as a kid and loved it. It having an interesting concept goes hand and hand.

Favorite Pnf Character? Perry! (Followed closely by Doofenshmirtz).

How did I first hear about Milo Murphy's Law? That's a funny story. I had been reading a lot of PnF fics on AO3 and I kept seeing more and more crossovers with MML (which at the time, I'd never heard of). I typically don't read crossover fanfics so I didn't pay them much attention. I think I clicked on one after seeing the tag "Amanda," and believing this to be Candace's future daughter Amanda. Anyways, I finally decided to look into what the show was about. Instant fan!

When did I first hear about Milo Murphy's Law? Sadly, not until about a year after it was over.

Was MML instantly engaging? Yes! It is my personal favorite of the three Povenmire shows.

Favorite MML character? Milo. He's got a great personality.

How did I first hear about Hamster & Gretel? I learned about the show when Dan Povenmire first announced it.

When did I first see HnG? A few days after it first aired.

Was HnG instantly engaging? So to those who have seen me around on Tumblr, you'll know that I'm pretty deep into Hamster and Gretel, so this may come as a surprise, but when H&G first came out, I didn't like it all that much. For one thing, when HnG was announced, I was still holding out hope that Milo would get a 3rd season, so to see Dan moving on felt like confirmation that Milo wasn't coming back. Also, the show felt a bit too childish for me. Yeah, PnF and MML are targeted for kids, but HnG just felt too much so I gave up after a few episodes. Later, I heard talk around mid-way through season 1 that the show was getting better, and so I decided to give Gretel another chance. And yeah, I became a fan.

What kept me watching PnF? Definitely the overarching plot with the aliens and whatnot (the character growth became something I greatly appreciate as well).

Favorite HnG character? Probably Hamster. I could write a whole essay on his character development.

Do I interact with the dwampyverse fandom directly? Yes. This blog was originally just a lurker account I created to peruse fanart, but yeah.

Where do I mainly interact with this fandom? Tumblr, though I am a lurker on AO3.

Favorite kind of fan works? Fanart and fanfics.

Do I make your own fan works? No, but I've had a few HnG fanfic ideas in my mind for a while. I just don't have any time to write them.

What kind of fan works do I mainly make? Headcanons. Some of them I may post here.

Do I follow any of the cast online? I follow Dan on YT/TikTok and I follow Vincent Martella on X. Nobody else.

Where do I typically watch PnF, NML, and HnG? I usually purchase episodes or seasons on YouTube. I'm surprised Disney + has such a large win in this poll. Of all the streaming services I've used Disney + was the worst.

Am I excited for the PnF revival? Yes! (I still think Milo deserves it more, but still. I'm enthusiastic).

My age group is 22-25

What continent am I from? North America.

Am I lgbtq+? No.

Am I neurodivergent? Yes. I am on the Spectrum.

My favorite show of all these? Milo Murphy's Law!

Thank you @danvillecheese That was fun.

the 2025 dwampyverse survey results!

289 responses in 31 days! thanks so much to everyone who participated, it's always such a pleasure to host this survey and see how everyone responds. i always appreciate how much people look forward to this every year!

as usual, results below the cut since its a long one. each answer has the image description added for ease of access.

don't hesitate to ask if anything needs clarification!

thanks again to everyone that participated, it means a lot that you all take the time to record a response. see you next year for number six!!

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(Weeps) I had so much written out the first time that Tumblr chucked me outta the app 😭 I hope it doesn’t mess with it again. OTL Also I apologize for typing a lot! You being a fellow Invincible fan AND liking (bottom) male reader, too? You ignited my yapper lol

(Cracks knuckles) Aight, I fully believe that Omni-Mark is all for an ownership kink. That dude is HEAVILY into collaring 24/7. ❤️

Mark giving his BF/sub a lovely collar (or maybe a necklace to be more discreet - they could switch it up between it being an actual collar and a necklace, depending on if they’re at home or in public), and Mark wears a matching bracelet. They could’ve also had a ceremony for themselves. 👀 His BF could’ve been the one to offer the idea, wanting to submit to him~. Not exactly giving Mark “control” per se, but surrendering to him. He trusts him to let Mark make every decision for him, to ease the weight of choices off his BF’s shoulders and lead him.

Ugh, I love the communication, the respect, and the trust that comes with collaring. 🥰

Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE the dom/sub play in the bedroom (A LOT), but I also adore the stuff outside of it, of it mingling with their normal life. Like, Mark gives his BF/sub a routine to follow (that they both agreed on before going further into initiating into their [technically] new life): his BF wearing the clothes that Mark lays out everyday, Mark preferring to being called “Sir” or “Master” when it’s just them, his BF having his meals prepped that he must eat, Mark making him get rid of unhealthy habits (e.g. adding more healthy foods to his diet, suggesting he needs to sleep more [then once his BF starts making that first step on his own, Mark tries to slowly ease him into a sleep schedule that hopefully and eventually gets added to their mutual agreement of rules], ect), the home being clean when Mark gets back (if they live under the same roof, his BF awaiting at the door before Mark walks in to greet him (perhaps his BF is standing or kneeling 👀).

His BF LOVES rewards. When his BF has been a good boy, Mark pets him and calls him a “good boy” or “my good boy,” and other praises. It’s fast and easy, and something his BF truly relishes. Other rewards can range from Mark permitting his BF to choose an activity for them, such as going to the movies, picking out a movie, or just going out in general anywhere together to have fun. Maybe he asks Mark to even fly them somewhere in the world since that’s easily within Mark’s capabilities. Another can be that Mark bathes his BF. Sometimes, he does this for himself because his BF belongs to him, and Mark believes that part of taking proper care of what he owns is to ensure that’s it’s clean and in proper order, and that includes his BF. These things aren’t ALWAYS rewards, but they often can be. Other rewards can be an extra hour to read, watch TV, play games. Gifting him treats/gifts - Mark usually picks them up all around the world and has them stored away to give. Cuddling. He takes over one of his BF’s usual chores. He fucks his BF in the best way he likes it, for ever how long his BF wants it (that Viltrumite endurance comes in great handy ☝️).

Maybe there’s days when his BF is unable to follow certain rules, and it could range from feeling sick or not doing well emotionally or mentally. In that case, Mark would, ofc, give no punishment whatsoever. He’ll tend to him and take care of him until he feels better. That’s all that matters. 🥹

Theeen, there may be days that his BF purposefully breaks the rules. Him not wearing the shirt Mark laid out? Not putting back Mark’s stuff (collectibles, comics) exactly the way it was after his BF got done borrowing them? Going somewhere without telling Mark first and getting approved? His BF sometimes just wants to see how much he can get away with before his dom cracks that calculating tough guy exterior he always has on.

Mark has him explain (usually in writing) why he disobeyed, in detail. Mark asks that his BF takes time, reflecting on his actions to determine exactly what motivated him, including motivations his BF weren't aware of. Mark discusses this with him and provides his own input because he often notice things his BF doesn’t.

However, if he sees that his BF is continuing to misbehave, he’ll punish him severely on the spot. Mark will get him really gagging for it, spank him, vibe him, specially when he is restrained, put nipple clamps on him, put the wand on his dick. Get him into a situation where his BF is bouncing off the ceiling with lust. Then Mark walks away. It’s evil, but effective, and it always has his BF pleading his apologies and begging for Mark before it’s even over. Later on, his BF can be seen kneeling in front of Mark while he’s sitting down, his head in his thigh, begging for forgiveness and to allow Mark to touch himself. Mark doesn’t let him for that rest of the day.

Omg I loved reading all of this!! I’m here for all the headcanons and rants 😭

Honestly, I feel like Omni-Mark is such a soft dom—he’s got that serious, no-nonsense exterior, but he completely melts for his person. The dynamic you described is so good, and you explained it so well hehe. You’ve definitely got me thinking now too 🤭

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re: the clark & damian topic - so I am a fan who doesn't ship the other bat & supes combos but does for jondami and part of the reason why is bc how the dynamics of their parents lend itself in the ship; im a sucker for childhood friends to lovers but there's something so charming about both being the sort where there's no hesitation to know and treat their partner (in heroing and in romance) as a priority. Clark as a parent, watching this dynamic evolved, worried because Damian at that age and with first impressions can be a lot-- he is a child who is processing a ton of trauma, i think at that point of time has *died* and came back; he has seen the ugly side of their world, been a part of it for so long.

But in my interpetation, Clark does pick up a few things just observing Damian: a) he's tries so hard to be good and b) he wants to be seen as useful so badly. And how can your heart NOT soften at that? I think that what would ultimately win Clark over and let Jon & Damian's friendship persist. It's that human quality and proof that goodness is a skill thats honed, empathy is a purposeful choice. Damian is sharp-tongued and clever enough to get under most people's skin, but how can a father, especially when that child is your #1 superhero friend's kid, see Damian and go like "obviously I would never ever let him around my kid"? Character precedes reputation.

I also love / hc as Damian veers into civilian life more, opting the doctor life, him finding that bond with Lois. I know Lois is currently superwoman but in this outlook, I love her presence and purpose as a civilian in Clark's stories and Dami is sooooo fascinating taking that unique path of hero -> civilian. Maybe they're in their funny little support group of sorts, though Damian would refused to admit that what it was.

Because she would be the one who know how to balance loving a Super and not being in the life that way. Them having dinners while maybe a disaster happening in the world, even if both have that instinct of wanting to be there and help. Damian is horrible at the waiting, he gets antsy, but he has that faith of his Super always coming back. Lois commiserate on the idea of what if im a burden? what if im not useful, constantly? i think it was you mention this but God is that relatable to her, daughter of Sam Lane. Like idk if you watch my adventures with superman but that Lois version and Damian would (emotionally) be similar in that case; i see doctor Damian being such a risk taker, even though he can never truly shake his bat cautiousness and Lois always being his number 1 to bat 🙂‍↕️ yes it was reckless but between the choice of doing good and doing nothing, she'd do the same too.

Also a side thought: it's so funny people harp that Clark's favorite Robin is Dick and I agree because, as canon dictates, they're friends. But I do like to think Damian has that special place because he's the Robin he knows from the perspective of being a father. And that's so different from his other experiences with the Robin. He doesn't doubt any of the robins capabilities but gosh, this is a child, his child's best friend/crush, etc. He's a little spitfire, he's prickly like a stray wanting love, and he's so deeply introspective on the nature of life + people, I have the picture of this scenario where Clark has this version of 20 questions that most Bats hate on instinct of "thats too personal" but Damian seems to really love, after the performance of "no i dont want to give my secrets". Clark is an investigative journalist with a wife that won awards, he's people savvy, he knows how to ask the right question but I like the idea of how often Damian surprises him and make him pause, in a good way and in a sad way because a LOT of those answers are windows into Damian's unique upbringing.

Or another scenario where there's a silly dilemma where Superman wants to rope Jon and Damian into an adventure thats "age appropriate" and at first both kids are whining because it's very kiddie-- helping to catch this neighbor feral and her kittens. However, as soon as Damian finds the first kitten, he locks in and by nature of competitiveness, so does Jon. I know Jon would likely not want to a cat around because of his childhood incident but the Kents fostering the kittens and feral to be barn cats at his grandparents' old farm is cute. It becomes Damian's intitial excuse to come visit often and Clark knows this. That was the round about goal, funnily enough because he would quickly understand that Damian's love of animals is one of his quirks unique for his son's Robin.

🙂‍↕️ thats... all. Have a good day!

First! I'm with you when it comes to only shipping jondami when it cames to all the other super/bat ships I feel it and Two! I'm gonna plug two of my own post that I've made before that describes why I personally really like jondami as a concept cus I feel like me and you are the same when it comes to that and the other is a one shot I write about the similarities between Damian and Lois because ugh I absolutely love the idea of them bonding over the fact that they are just civilians and and they can only do so much but they do the best that they can.

And she 100% would be a support for Damian and I think he'd be one for her too in return because now she has someone who also understands what it's like to be with a super.

Love the idea of Clark taking both Jon and Damian to just do simple ground work as heroes. Especially for Damian who's so used to fast, hectic, adrenaline pumping type of hero work that for him to do some nice and simple is so good for him just to show him that "hey you don't have to just punch bad guys in the face to help the people around you, sometimes all you have to do is help a cat out of a tree and that invoke the same feeling" it's an incredibly sweet gesture when you think about it and helps give both Jon and Damian a sense of normalcy of just being kids and helping a community that doesn't always involve having to fight or putting yourself in danger.

And I agree I think Clark would find Damian quite interesting to say the least compared to all the other Robins before him. I feel like Damian with all the knowledge he was provided with growing up is very introspective and is able to have deep philosophical conversations and I also think that in return he would also ask Clark questions that Clark himself probably never thought to ask and that would also surprise him to say the least. I can see both Clark and Lois having some deep amazing conversations with Damian about certain topics and Jon just beaming at the fact that his parents and Damian are bonding with each other.

And Clark would find so many quirks about Damian that just makes so much sense for him to be Jon's robin that make him so unique lol. Damian loves animals, he makes art, knows how to play instruments, watches anime and reads romance manga, he draws comics about himself and the people around him.

Clark looks at both his son and Damian and it's just like "Yeah... they make sense together"

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No way, I just saw a post by a Sasusaku fan trying to justify the ship by bringing canon proof from the manga to counter the arguments mainly used to discredit the ship. I decided to give it a go, see what points they offered, and well.

First things first: I'm not here to make fun of anyone. I don't like hurting anyone's feelings, I can't be comfortable knowing I've hurt someone's feelings. This is the reason I'm not gonna provide a link to said post cause I don't want that person to be harassed or receive hate from Antis for trying to defend their fave ship. That person likes SS they attempted to provide proof of it, and I can respect that! However, I'm also very honest: and most of that 'canon proof' didn't actually prove anything. So here I am, also to disprove the main excuses employed in that one SS defense post.

The first claim they tried to prove is that Sakura does actually know and understand Sasuke, and she cares about him.

The proof provided were the scenes of her in the forest of death and after noticing Sasuke's discomfort from the curse mark, bringing it up to him, asking him to withdraw from the exam, and warning that she'd inform the sensei in charge if he didn't give himself a break. All right. While these scenes do show Sakura being caring towards him, which is good! They don't show her knowing him or understanding him in any way. The only reason she was more observant towards his discomfort is because she was the only other person there when Orochimaru appeared to them. Naruto was absent from the scene cause he'd been swallowed by a giant snake, and he was stuck inside it for a while until he figured out to use the Shadow Clone jutsu to explode that snake and free himself. Sakura was the only witness to Orochimaru's and Sasuke's fight and how Sasuke was marked (cause, obviously, she just sat on a branch and did nothing). So, it makes sense that literally being the only person in the know, she'd notice it and ask him about it.

If her and Naruto's roles were switched and she was the one separated from the guys for whatever reason, not being there to witness the placing of the curse mark, I'm sure she wouldn't make any comments about it later, or notice Sasuke's strange behavior. This argument is further foiled cause once Naruto's free and goes back to them and Orochimaru, he starts taunting Sasuke for being scared or whatever, and Sakura sides with Naruto! She specifically has a line telling Sasuke that not even Naruto would be this scared or whatever (rn I don't remember her exact lines, but she does berate Sasuke for not wanting to fight Oro? Cause he was the only one who wanted to escape cause he knew they didn't stand a chance). If she really cared for Sasuke, wouldn't it have made more sense for her to side with Sasuke's idea of trying to escape from Orochimaru instead of siding with Naruto's dumbass, idiotic words about Sasuke being a scaredy cat? Do SS fans know it's mainly Naruto's and Sakura's faults that Sasuke got that mark in the 1st place cause they're the ones who both berated him for not wanting to fight? Bunch of clowns, Istg.

The second claim in that SS defense post was that Sasuke noticed Sakura acting weird before they entered for the chunin exams and tried to cheer her up so she wouldn't feel sad, so he does care bout her!

All right, the scene being referenced in this instance is the one before they presented themselves for the written test, where Sasuke's staring at Sakura and thinking to himself that somethings wrong with her. Well, I'm sorry to inform you that Sakura wasn't precisely keeping it a secret either. She was making very obvious sad, nervous expressions of hopelessness, so it makes sense that Sask noticed. He was doing it all to be a good friend. Besides, Sasuke is very smart and observant. He already knows Sakura is the weakest link of the team and, as such, the one who needs the most watching out for. He notices her sad feelings because: 1- it was pretty dang obvious to anyone seeing her. 2- Sasuke is a very caring person deep down. Not just to Sakura but in general. 3- He's very smart and observant and noticed her apathy cause he was probably expecting it and saw it coming cause as I've said: she is the weakest link, and Sasuke knows it.

Same with him trying to cheer her up by mentioning the floor genjutsu: it doesn't mean he has any special feelings for her specifically. We all know Sask most likely noticed it way before Sakura. He just let her get that win before the exam cause 1- as I've said before, he's a nice person who cares about the people close to him in general. 2- he urgently needed her to stop mopping and get her head back in the game so her emotions wouldn't negatively impact the team's overall performance in the exam. Being the smart cookie he is, Sasuke also knew that if no one cheered her up and she went into the exams still sad, that could affect her negatively into performing badly and he can't allow for her to have a bad performance cause it could potentially also affect him. Above all, Sasuke sees the chunin exams as another chance to get stronger so he can enact his revenge against Itachi. To him, it's just getting a step closer to his goals. That's why he can't let Sakura be sad cause her sadness could've potentially ruined the whole exams for them. He shows it again with Naruto not knowing how to get the test answers and feeling Sasuke's and Sakura's menacing stares on his back. It's very clear that Sasuke doesn't want any of them to mess up, and for that, he needs for them to be at full mental capacity.

Another argument brought forward is that Sasuke also noticed when Sakura was lying to Naruto about her cut hair in the forest of death, after the fight vs. The sound team.

I mean, I don't know what to say to this. The scene is clearly shown in a way that makes it clear that everyone present there can tell she's lying, with the exception of Naruto cause he's that dense, I suppose. Sasuke noticing she'd cut her hair and that she lied to Nart about it to not worry him doesn't mean shit. He doesn't care if Saku cuts her hair or not. He literally also asks her no questions about it or checks on her injuries, despite knowing she'd had to fight alone for a while, before Lee and Ino-Shika-Cho showed up. Lee, Naruto, and Ino were the only 3 people present there to show any real, genuine concern for Sakura's well-being. Sasuke himself? Not at all. It would've made more sense for the ship if he was given at least a panel worrying about her or checking her injuries, but nope. That doesn't happen.

Another excuse frequently brought forward and that could be used as an argument for my words above about Sask not caring is how when Sasuke awoke from his unconscious state and saw that Sakura was injured he was so furious and overtaken by his curse mark that he asked her who did that to her and then proceeded to break Zaku's arms for it.

Now, this can very well serve as real proof that Sasuke does genuinely care and show concern for Sakura! And you know what? For once, I agree! Sasuke showed great concern for her in that scene. However, that concern was purely platonic. Besides, we shouldn't forget he was under the influence of the cm powering his negative feelings and making him lash out. When he broke the guy's arms, it was presented as a horrid "wtf" moment that was out of the ordinary cause regular Sasuke under regular circumstances would've never done that. The main point of the scene and Sasuke's whole violent outbreak was to 1- show the effect of the cm. 2- serve as foreshadowing for what would happen in later arcs (Sasuke deserting the village for Oros' offer of power). His concern for Sakura came as a byproduct, a result of these 2 main factors. Again, it is also cause he's just naturally a very kind, caring person. His emotions were out of control then because of an external factor, so it can't be taken as genuine when Sasuke wasn't really in control of his emotions there.

Another one of their arguments is when Nart and Sask are facing a Gaara who's slowly transforming into Shukaku. After Gaara had pinned Saku to a tree, Sask asked Naruto to save Sakura at all costs and run cause he wanted to personally face Gaara.

Once again, Sasuke is shown as caring. He sees Sakura in danger and is concerned with her safety and wanting to face the aggressor. The detail that's ignored more often than not is the fact that he also shows concern for Naruto. He wanted both of them to escape and leave Gaara to him. He does it cause he cares about both of them. The reason he also insists on facing Gaara alone is not just for Sakura but because he genuinely believed he was the only one strong enough to do it. He didn't think Naruto could do it, so once again, he was willing to risk himself for both his teammates cause he's that kind and selfless. Idk why SS fans act so surprised every time Sask shows care and concern, and they immediately attribute Sakura as the only source of those feelings. The only one who can make Sask feel that way cause he's normally distant and brooding and emotionless when that's not true. Sasuke's always been a good person. Every time he's shown caring and protecting, he's not just doing it for Sakura, but for Naruto's sake just as much. The reason he just seems to care for her more is just cause she couldn't defend herself back then, so she needed extra attention, not because of any budding romantic feelings. Sask knows that, unlike Sakura, Naruto can fight, and he still cares bout him, too. During Naruto's fight vs. Gaara, there's a scene where the blond is thrown by Gaara and Sasuke's body reacts on its own despite barely being able to move, throwing himself in the way just to cushion Naruto's hit against the tree, so he ends up impacting with Sasuke. If that's not true love, idk what is.

Other arguments brought up were all concerning Boruto and the Sasuke Retsuden manga, which isn't canon, so I won't discuss them here. It was stuff about a character named Jiji touching Sakura's hair and Sask feeling jealous, and him telling Sarada that she's a result of their love or whatever? Fam, your argument loses all weight and credibility the moment you decide to bring that Sasuke Retsu-trash into the discussion. The comic itself was written by another SS fan who knows little to nothing bout the og work, and the author herself has a tweet confirming her story is not canon.

Anyways, this is all I've got for now. Yeah, Sasuke definitely cares, or used to care bout Sakura, I won't deny that. Those feelings, tho, are purely platonic, stemming from a heavily traumatized survivor of genocide who doesn't want to lose any more of his friends and hates to see them suffer cause he knows what it feels like. It's all because Sasuke is naturally kind and caring, and he hates inflicting violence on the innocent. Not even on people who do deserve it, in fact. Of course, SS fans have to make it all about Sakura every time Sask shows any smidgen of concern or care, believing her to be the only reason he shows those feelings, that he doesn't feel for anyone else. That Sakura, and only Sakura, brings those emotions out of him. When the truth is, he has way more scenes caring for Nart than her (their fight against Haku?) All while ignoring the bigger things and factors at play that may influence Sasuke's emotions (such as the cm), the main goal fueling him (killing Itachi to avenge his clan), and that in his mental state Sasuke really wasn't open for romances (he says so, on multiple occasions. But why would Sakura fans care about Sasuke's mental health, amirite?) Period.

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I have so many ideas for the Bridgertons as babies, like, you have no idea because some babies have quirks and particular about certain things and I just know the Bridgertons were quirky, particular babies ngl this is based on my family

Anthony was a fussy and particular baby. The only way he would calm was when people walked up and down staircases while carrying him. Edmund's glutes did not thank him the exercise. No ones not sure how they figured it out, but he quite liked when Edmund did sort of a droning sort of hum/whine/sound instead of humming a regular song. The only one this trick doesn't work with is Francesca (Bridgerton spouses are quite disconcerted when they first hear it but admittedly its rather effective)

Benedict in contrast was super easy and sleepy. He slept through the night even as a newborn--had to be woken to eat, sometimes ate while still mostly asleep--to the point to which made Edmund and Violet call a doctor (bc didn't babies cry?? Anthony cried all the time he was crying now) who told them to simply be grateful for the sleep they got

Colin was mostly a calm and easy baby except he got fussy after eating and Edmund and Violet did not understand why until someone asked if they had burped him, and it was in that moment that they realized Anthony and Benedict had never cried to be burped. Like Anthony cried for a lot of reasons but not burping. All subsequent children had to be burped tho.

Daphne was the only biter of her siblings after her teeth came in. Her parents and nursemaids lived watching her mouth and had near permanent teeth dents on their hands to prevent her from biting her siblings. This was ultimately not successful and she bit her older brothers (mostly Colin) several times and also baby Eloise once. Her daughter Belinda is a biter, and Anthony calls it karma

Eloise enjoyed being vigorously bounced in lieu of being rocked. This was discovered when they left her with 9 year old Benedict, who did not quite grasp with how much vigor one ought to bounce a baby. It calmed her screams more easily, but Edmund's muscles did not thank him for this discovery as much as his ears. She was also a fan of stairs, but not as much.

Francesca may not like the droning hum, but it's not because she liked Edmund's singing. Actually, it made her cry harder. She did like it if her mum sang or hummed though. (in all honesty, Edmund was a bit tone deaf) (that's probably where the more monotone droning came from) apart from that she was very chill

Gregory was fussy, but that could very well have been because he was constantly being poked at as the newest baby. Of all of them, he was the slowest to start talking, partially because he was so doted after he rarely needed to make his demands more clear.

Hyacinth was also particular and would only fall asleep if Anthony walked up and down staircases while holding her. If Violet was less depressed, she probably would have called it karma

People always write normal ass babies. But sometimes babies are weird.

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I just saw someone say “Snape ended up in the magic KKK because he got friendzoned.”

I’d really love to ask the people who parrot that narrative and actually believe it: how exactly do you "friendzone" someone who never asked you out? How do you send someone to the friendzone who has never shown even the slightest romantic interest in you? And what’s even funnier is that these are often the same people who push the idea that James and Severus were “rivals.” Like, how is a poor kid, with no financial resources and no gang of supportive best friends behind him, supposed to be a “rival” to a rich, well-connected pureblood boy with a famous last name, who’s constantly flanked by his mates and goes around bullying people for fun? Can someone please explain this to me? I’m genuinely trying to understand the mental gymnastics it takes to justify being an avid fan of an aristocratic abuser whose main target was someone at the very bottom of the social hierarchy. It's honestly getting pretty embarrassing.

Severus Snape was never “friendzoned,” because in order for that to happen, he would’ve had to express some kind of romantic love for Lily or confessed his feelings to her, which he never did. Lily didn’t cut ties with him because he liked her or because she didn’t reciprocate his feelings; she ended their friendship for reasons entirely unrelated to that. And Snape didn’t get angry, didn’t throw a tantrum, didn’t threaten her, and didn’t emotionally blackmail her. He accepted that she was ending the friendship and that was that. At what point does that resemble someone bitter about being “friendzoned”?

And then we get to the KKK comparison. I’m honestly exhausted by how people keep comparing Death Eaters to the KKK. Muggle-borns are not the equivalent of a racial minority. The equivalent of a racial minority in the wizarding world would be non-human beings, who are not only treated as slaves but are also entirely excluded from political, social, and economic power. They're used as servants, enslaved, looked down on, and seen as inherently inferior, even when they're autonomous, intelligent, and capable. And this treatment comes from both the Death Eaters and the supposed "good guys" in the story who, despite their moral high ground, still function as a privileged elite who don’t give a damn that their society is built on slavery and abuse of all non-human magical beings.

Let’s remember that the only one who actually calls this out is Hermione (who was raised by muggles, so of course she notices the red flags), and she’s mocked and dismissed as a joke for it. These “good guys” you’re idolizing just because they didn’t want Voldemort to establish a new regime on top of their own, are still a bunch of classist, elitist bigots. Because here’s the thing: racism only functions when there’s a visibly identifiable difference that people can discriminate against, and “blood status” isn’t visible. There isn’t a racist structure among wizards, because racism is tied to colonialism, and the only postcolonial dynamics in the wizarding world are between wizards and non-human beings.

Muggle-borns have always had access to the same education, social mobility, jobs, and positions of power as purebloods. There is zero structural discrimination against them. So no, this isn’t racism. It’s classism. Pure and simple.

Now, let’s break it down: a mixed-blood kid raised in poverty, with no support network, economically destitute, and abused by his parents, spends years being bullied by a group of boys led by the social elite, and he ends up drawn to a group of people who are far above him in the social hierarchy, but who tell him, unlike his abusers, that he matters. That he has a place with them. That he can be one of them. That he can finally feel safe, valued, admired. That he, who grew up in a slum, with an abusive father, who couldn’t even afford decent clothes, can finally dream of being someone.

And outside the rooms where these people promise him a better future, what does he face? Violence, bullying, constant abuse from the so-called “heroes.” He tells his best friend what’s happening to him, and she gaslights him, tells him he’s “obsessed.” And he’s the one you want to paint as a Nazi or a KKK member? Have any of you ever read a book about cults, extremist groups, or terrorist cells and looked at the kind of people they target? It’s never a coincidence that it’s always vulnerable youth from poor, unstable backgrounds. How do you not understand this painfully basic correlation?

A kid with nothing to his name, who’s been chewed up and spat out by everyone around him, who is told by one group “you’re scum” and by another “you belong with us”—his decision to go with the group that offers him safety and identity doesn’t make him a Nazi. It’s social logic, for fuck’s sake.

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

And that is why they were all (except for Till) bawling their eyes out during last show - they already decided the band was done. 2024 dates literally came out of nowhere and I'm pretty darn sure they decided to split during allegations, Till was done then and they did 2004 as a farewell.

I feel so bad for Richard, Paul, Oli, Flake and Schneider not because it ended but how it ended.

Maybe you're right, at the time i figured it was a bit sadness at the stadiumtour ending after the 5 year stint (when indeed they only had intended 3 or 4 years) and maybe also a bit of relief that the 2024 tour went so much better and relaxter than the 2023 one 🌺

I know many read finality in those quotes from Richard's recent interview, and who knows, it might be. Personally i got a vibe of keeping all options open from him, just like from the little chat Paul had with a few fans at one of the last shows in 2024. No touring this year, although we would have all loved that, it wasn't really a surprise, as the tour was already a bit longer than expexted, and Rammstein have always liked to alternate touring years with 'creating years', especially with our guys the six men marriage, there are some who like the creating more, some who like the touring more. And espexially 2023 must have been taxing for them all, and all in a different way, so it is a good idea to give eachother space and time to deal with it, each in their own way.

Personally i don't necessarily think it's the end of Rammstein. The band have always done things according to their own schedule. There were 10 years between album 6 and 7, and after dropping hints for years that maybe, possibly there would be a 7th album to come...i bet many fans at the time never thought it would happen (Zeit really is a gift i never expected to happen)

The guys have taken time off from eachother before, Richard even lived half a world away for years, and the Mutter years could have easily been the end right there and then. I think they mentioned in an old interview that they would always meet once a year, but there were years in the past when the one time really was the only in that year. The band might have called it quits in the early 2000's, around 2015, and maybe several times in between.

Even if they would call it quits now, i'm glad we got two albums (Untitled and Zeit) and a wonderful stadiumtour, with lots of fun on stage, and more interactions than ever in the 20 years before. A live DVD would be a great present, especially because the last live DVD (Paris) was (imo) not showing Rammstein at their live best, which is a real shame for the best live band in the world 🔥

But gotta say...i think there's more to come...Rammstein like to change things, to surprise us, to shake things up a bit before they get bored 🌺 Let's give them time to live their own lives for now... 🍀

That house that Richard mentioned, unlike the country they grew up in and that they have lost: that house will always be there when they are ready to come back to it and to eachother 🌺

[confusedhummingbird]

Where did the idea come from that Jason is always glued to a book or is the only one in his family who likes literature? Wasn't it that Dick, at 8 years old, was already reading entire books from Bruce's library, much more advanced for his age? As far as I remember, is it also canon that he liked Shakespeare's works?

Or that Jason defends the children and women of Crime Alley? Wasn't that Selina???

Like, no hate towards the character, but none of those things that the fandom loves him so much for are actually things that are specific to the character? I also don't understand what he was the real "golden child" about, that nickname already existed for Dick YEARS before Jason was even created.

Yeah as this post HERE points out better than I can, Dick has been a fan of Shakespeare since the beginning.

It's honestly a problem I have in general. People act like Dick doesn't have the skills the other Robins have later in life. Like Dick doesn't know how to hack or be a detective or that Dick doesn't read or know Shakespeare. Reminder that Dick came first he had all those qualities before the other Robins were created. Then when he does use these skills people claim he stole them from Jason/Tim.

Again he came first! How would he steal from people who came after him? If he "stole" from them he was just stealing those qualities back.

It gets annoying fast.

[dreamwreaver]

The way the pilot showed how Hazbin Hotel was going to be like, it felt like it was supposed to use Charlie and Alastor's dynamic a lot. I thought the series were going to play off on their polarizing morals and approaches to handling the hotel. Especially when the title of the series itself reflects that.

"Hazbin" is Alastor's little joke of a name and a label to the residents, how he views redeeming sinners as a funny sight to see yet very fitting as those "has beens" (washed up drunks, drug addicts, criminals) will become better versions of those "has beens," a drug addict now able to handle their addictions and be more happier kind of "has been".

"Hotel" is the physical representation of Charlie's dream, it's symbolizing a safe, relaxing place where people can take time to rest, leave their baggages and calm themselves from their life of stress and come out of the hotel a new person, free from stress and ready to return to life (ascend to heaven redeemed) with a fresher outlook on life.

Together, "Hazbin Hotel" serves as haven for those who come from a troubling and dark history having to come to terms with how they've destroyed their lives with their past actions but given a chance to start anew.

Hazbin Hotel, at least in season 1, should have been about Charlie and Alastor arguing about how they should run their establishment with their ideas, only for them to work together and combine their assets and abilities to get the best outcome for their residents. The song "Heaven 2 Hell" handled their dynamic well and showed us how Hazbin Hotel could have been.

-rambling nonnie

Hey there Rambley!

I can't agree more. As fun as Hazbin in its current form is, I can't help but get the feeling that it was so rushed the emotional impact of some of the stuff they did keep in didn't hit as hard as it should have. The big things being of course the vaggie reveal and Pentious' death.

Huskerdust fans, I love you and you have my sword, however I think masquerade would have been better placed in season 2; when the Vees themselves are the main antagonists so therefore an angel centric episode would make more sense? And the accelerated timeline should have been a consequence of the trial, not an impetus for it. Charlie's whole goal is to stop the exterminations through rehabilitation right? So wouldn't it make more sense to try and get Heaven on board after the last one rather than Adam saying fuck you were doing it twice a year now? And having Charlie fail to produce any concrete evidence that rehabilitation could work coupled with the increasing population of sinners would convince Sera to allow for a bi-annual extermination? Also, how come Adam can just tell Charlie that's what he's doing? I feel like the exterminations were a thing negotiated between Lucifer and Heaven. I don't think you can just say "I wanna kill more so we're doing it twice a year now" and have it be so.

The whole point of the exterminations was population control to keep sinners from rising up to conquer heaven. Allegedly, anyways. But we know that all Hellborn are supposed to be safe since they only hunt in Pride. Obviously Lucifer cared enough to keep that little clause in there so idk, feels off.

But I digress; hazbin hotel is at its very core about the opposing views of Charlie and Alastor both being right and also both being wrong. It's about how the two of them TOGETHER are what makes the hotel work. Charlie wants to trust everyone, Alastor definitely doesn't but he's at least possessive enough to make sure that absolutely no insult to her would stand. The man took on her own DAD for Christ's sake!

[bkdk-dump-blog]

SPOILERS FOR MHA ULTRA AGE’S SPECIAL ONE SHOT

You have been warned…

Link to Reddit Post Containing the Chapter

I didn’t expect it to come out so early but it is Japan. That’s on me

Anyways… I’m so happy that they did not fuck this one up. When I saw it was about Eri a had a literal side of relief! They kept it simple and that was the main thing I asked for

I haven’t actually read it to be honest. I got this information from the MHA wiki and while fandom isn’t always reliable it did give me a summary and this one panel

Ngl… I don’t like Aizawa’s haircut but maybe it will grow on me. Also OLD MIGHT!!! I can’t wait to have a good look at him when I get the chance to see more panels

About the storyline itself, Eri wanting Deku to see her street performance but not wanting to draw attention to him is very wholesome and Deku is finally getting the clout that he deserves

Speaking of that…

DEKU IS #4 LETS GOO!!! AND KATSUKI IS #5!!! THANK FUCKING GOD!! I was going to blow a fuse if the billboard existed and they weren’t at least top 10!!

The wiki does say that “Dynamight remarking if there are people stuck in remedial lessons or probation, and Deku responding how amazing they are." I have no idea what this means from just the context from the wiki but I'll look into it

WAIT WAIT WAIT! I JUST READ IT!

Welp, I still don't get what Katsuki meant but maybe a talented fan could explain or maybe it's up to interpretation but I doubt that... Also, we still don't really get to see Deku's new suit in action and we porbably never will (unless the anime does it) but it is what it is

BUT, we kind of have a platonic bakudeku moment sneaked in there!

"Feeling inspired huh? The Great Explosive Murder God Dynamite is making a massive leap to number 5."

While yes, they did state in 430 that Katsuki dropped in the ranks because of his temper but my headcanon was that he needed Deku by his side as a source of inspiration to climb the charts together which considering the news reporter's insinuation, I think it's the case which of course I love for them

(OMFG! OF COURSE REDDITERS ARE COMPARING DEKU'S SUIT TO BATMANS. WHAT DID I EXPECT BTH)

[tiredandkindaoverworked]

I have work in 8 hours so instead of sleeping.

Now presenting:

Redactedverse and Noodles

David prefers to cook for Angel to make sure that they’re properly fed. It’s the provider Alpha in him. However, they both have nights that run rather late and they’re both pretty exhausted. On these nights, whoever gets home first will create a double batch of instant Laksa noodles and throw in some dumplings or leftover protein. Nutrition be damned for one night, they’ll have delicious noodles and each other.

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Sometimes, when Damien gets stressed, Huxley decides he wants to cook for him and take his mind off things. Seems counter-intuitive, right? WRONG. Hux, knowing how Damien is, elects to cook before Damien gets home, cleaning up his mess along the way, just to ensure that Damien doesn’t try to insist on cleaning up because Hux cooked. He’ll make jjajangmyeon, a dish Damien had mentioned his mom making whenever they would celebrate a big accomplishment. Dames is super touched that Huxley would go to such efforts to comfort him. He also gives Huxley the sloppiest head later.

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Ollie and Baby have a Friday night tradition of starting their weekend off with chinese food and binge watching shows. A beautiful shared ritual. Baby orders their food over the phone. An orange chicken plate with white rice, a beef chow fun plate, and two hot and sour soups. Ollie picks it up and tips well and the owner hands them a bag with something extra in it. An order of steamed dumplings. Just like clockwork. Ollie tries to tip more and the owner lovingly shoos him out with a promise to see him next week. What a beautiful, vicious cycle.

Baby and Ollie conspire on how to sneak the owner more tips.

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On the night of Anton’s return, Love makes him a feast. Through their culinary prowess, one dish shines through for Anton. In passing, Anton had previously mentioned a dish made by his babička called nudle s mákem. He’d made it previously, but was never able to recreate it the way his babička had. So for his Love to have not only remembered, but gone out of their way to find and make it for him? His heart swelled at the thought of their efforts. And for the first time in his adult years, he had a taste of home right in his kitchen.

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With their newfound freedom, Avior and Starlight have vowed to spend as much time as they can doing new things, within reason of course. They’ve made their foray into coffee making, gardening, biking, hiking, and most recently cooking together. Avior mentioned he hadn’t had a lot of different cuisines seeing as he didn’t particularly need to eat. So far, Starlight’s introduced Avior to arancini, ribollita, tiramisu, and most recently, spaghetti alla puttanesca.

Avior’s a big fan of the sweet/savory combination. He puts extra pepper flakes into his portion. He likes the kick.

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Asher and Baaabe love going out to their local pho spot. It’s a family owned restaurant and the owners are long-time friends of Frank’s. They treat Asher like family and by extension, Baaabe as such as well. Asher’s go to order is their house special with all the fixings. He’ll get the combination and add everything on the side too. Beansprouts, jalapeños, thai basil, lime, he’s even got the little side dish for a mix of hoisin and sriracha. The family takes care of him, especially knowing that Asher’s family pretty much all moved away from Dahlia. When he’s there, they’re his family away from family. Depending on the day, Baaabe will either get pho or bun rieu. They’re forever thankful that the owner’s daughter introduced them to bun rieu.

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Dear introduced Lasko to khao soi on their third date. Lasko was under the weather and dreaded calling Dear to let them know he wouldn’t be able to make it to their date. Dear asked if he wanted company and Lasko jumped at the idea. 30 minutes later, they showed up with a bag of groceries and a warm smile that could make Lasko melt into a puddle.

They insisted that Lasko lay down and rest while they made him something to eat, but Lasko stubbornly sat at the island, out of their way as they cooked. Dear explained their parents’ lives in Northern Thailand and how the dish was always made for them when they were sick.

Lasko immediately fell in love with them the mild taste of the coconut milk in the broth and the slight burn of the spice as it traveled down his throat. When he recovered, he asked Dear to teach him how to make it. Now, when either of them are sick, the other will make khao soi for the other.

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When Guy and Honey first moved into their new apartment, money was a little tight considering all the things they had to replace. A lot of costs stack up when you move into a new place. So on their first night, Honey made the two of them simple Indomie with frozen veggies topped with a fried egg. A delicious meal, cheap and easy. They make it every year on their anniversary now.

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A/N: ok, i’m going to bed now good night LMAO this was a fun idea, i like doing little blurbles of just random shit.