#baby blue brother fnf

[jellytina]

BOBTOBER DAY 30: Crossover Mod

that dumbass rock and the baby

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[princess-paige-place-of-fun]

Two Babies One Demon

Inspired by that one Sonic comic made by Unistar and Launny. There's nothing wrong with this picture, just Girlfriend sitting on a bench in the park with Baby Blue Brother and Baby Blue Boyfriend.

[apah-720]

Merry Christmas (late i know)

[magicstar16]

My Fnf headcanons cause I’m bored

GFs real name is Daughter dearest. Girlfriend is her stage name

Daddy dearest and mommy mearest’s names however, are just stage names. They just suck at naming things, think asgore from undertale. When gf was born they were all like “Uhhh what should we name her? Well she’s our daughter so uhhh let’s name her daughter. Sounds good!”

Girlfriend isn’t much better since she literally decided that her stage name “Girlfriend” since her boyfriend’s name is literally “Boyfriend”

Boyfriend is half Japanese, his full name is Boyfriend Hatsune.

Boyfriend’s dad is Japanese and worked with Crypton future media while Miku was still in development and wanted to care for miku as he would his own child. Hence the name “Hatsune Miku”

Bf’s dad really wanted a daughter, okay?

Miku is adopted into the family and she still visits

Boyfriend can not speak much Japanese. All he knows are some basic phrases he learned from Miku. Bf’s siblings either all have some variant of “Miku” for their names ( because gimmicks) or some variant of the word “boyfriend” or “girlfriend” or have some kind of music name

Mom: Waifuko Hatsune or Harmony Hatsune

Dad: Husbandoro Hatsune or Edemu Hatsune (As in EDM, commonly the type of music vocaloids are used in) or Gogaku Hatsune ( gogaku is traditional Japanese court music)

Boyfriend: boyfriend Hatsune or Song Hatsune

Big brother: kareshi Hatsune or Requiem Hatsune

(If you saw the files you know why I chose requiem for the song based name)

Big sister: kanojo Hatsune or Melody Hatsune

Older bro (I cannot stress enough that big brother and older bro are two different characters) S.O

(Significant other) Hatsune or Rap Hatsune

Ritz the rat doesn’t follow this rule because he’s adopted, but his full name is ritz Hatsune

Baby blue brother: Ao Hatsune or lullabio Hatsune (lullabio as in lullaby. Also I’m not gonna give a baby a relationship based name because I find that creepy)

Baby blue brother wasn’t planned

Baby blue is taken care of by a nanny since literally everyone in the family has a music career and is too busy to take care of him

Baby blue brother is a music prodigy which is why he can sing and rap in the baby blue brother mod

Boyfriend is kind of jealous because not only is he no longer the one of the youngest but this little shit is a music prodigy and will likely outshine him one day

They grow closer during the events of the Baby blue vs bob week

Bob is actually an eldritch abomination and is one of the most powerful characters in the universe of Fnf.

Shaggy actually can’t use 100% of his power since he’s using that power to not age. If he uses that power he will grow into his actual age ( his 70s) ( I just really want shaggy to be nerfed somehow okay?! He triggers my “nerf this” gamer instincts) (also since shaggy is in an Fnf mod this technically counts as an Fnf headcanon)

Selever is currently questioning his sexuality and is experimenting by flirting with others and putting up a “Casanova” type personality. Ruv and rasazy see through this and think that he’s making life harder for himself but they also think it’s kinda funny so they sometimes joke about it. Ruv occasionally even makes dad jokes about it

Ruv: son, i need you to be straight with me. Although considering it’s you that’s like asking the sun to stop rising and setting every day

Selever: OMG DAAAAAAAAAAD!

The fact that so many characters in Fnf are hot does not help

Rasazy is either the holder of her family’s only brain cell or is completely in “No thoughts, head empty” mode, there is no in between

Rasazy has noise powers like her dad, but they don’t activate when she’s singing, only when screaming, so when she was a baby ruv and sarv ended up paying a lot of property damage bills.

Pico’s now taking assassination attempts to pay for therapy. Because of this, he started getting a little desperate, which is why he took daddy dearest’s deal to kill BF, even though they are EX’s and (apparently) ended things on good terms.

Monster has been repeatedly sued by Neil cicierga’s agents for identity theft or stealing ideas due to, you know, his incredible similarities to lemon demon.

Monster won every case and is now very good friends with Neil cicierga. They go out for tea and discuss song ideas.

Monster once tried to steal Christmas after watching the grinch and many grinch parodies. Skid caught him trying to steal their Christmas tree and monster ended up doing the spooky dance with skid. Lila ended up calling the police and monster was imprisoned for breaking and entering.

Neil bailed him out

Monster now lives in the week 2 haunted house and is visited by skid and pump. He was basically added to skid and pump’s collection of horrifying monster friends to do the spooky dance with.

Monster has actually become kind of protective of the spooky kids. (Which is why he song battles you in week 2. Also cause he thought it looked fun and he was bored.) Monster once saw the hatzgang bullying the spooky kids

After monster witnessed that, the hatzgang went missing for three days.

When they came back, they were unable to answer any questions from police.

Long story short, Robert immediately goes into fight or flight mode whenever he sees a beaver eating potato chips, Ross will never look at ABBA music the same way again, and Roy now gets flashbacks whenever he hears the phrase “Spaghetti with cucumbers”.

They refuse to disclose what happened, claiming that they can’t say for their own safety.

[secret-engima]

Please consider, FnF Gladio meeting Reborn post lung-incident. Please, consider.

Ohhhh. Oh boy. OH BOY. Ummm I’m assuming you don’t mean Reborn as a reincarnation because he’s not gonna show up in Fangs and Feathers but hypothetically Imma bout to do a ficlet so buckle up-

Hypothetically Gladio is an adult, a Shield and a brother to Noctis, loyal and protective and FIERCE. Who trained himself to the ground, then pestered Cor for more because he was NEVER failing Noctis again, not in anyway. A Gladio who, when he was eighteen and finally had a motorcycle of his own, ran away to fight Gilgamesh and by the time Xanxus and Cor had busted their way through, found him bloody and tired and TRIUMPHANT, scarred and defiant and VICTORIOUS as Gilgamesh laughed, hollow and inhuman in his shell and presented Gladio with the sword Cor had lost when he tried the same at fifteen.

Hypothetically this Gladio is now 25 and strong and SKILLED, skilled enough to win against the famed, immortal Blademaster at 18, skilled enough to protect his king (he hopes, he prays, he trains because he is never going to fail this duty again, not in any way).

Hypothetically this Gladio has known for years that Noctis is a reincarnation, and that his original name was Tsunayoshi Sawada.

Hypothetically this Gladio, one day, sees his king stumble over air and catches him instinctively, and in the touch is pulled along as he falls through into another world. A parallel version of his past life. And while Noctis looks at the small town around them and pales, pulls his magic in until it’s totally hidden as if AFRAID, Gladio becomes angry. At the strange trip into another world, at Noctis’s reaction. At his FEAR.

They wander town, looking for a way back, and then Gladio hears a louder, more frightened version of the soft “hieeee” Noctis used to say as a child when startled, followed by a smooth, male voice that says, “A mafia boss doesn’t give up, Dame-Tsuna. Get up and do it again.”

Gladio sees Noctis flinch deep and visceral because even if Noctis had loved his tutor for freeing him, for teaching him (for eventually being ... not a father, but the only thing like it Tsuna had, after Reborn realized why Tsuna was so “hopeless” and actually apologized for all the terror he’d put Tsuna through, even if he never completely changed his methods), that is not the voice of his Reborn. For one, that was a man’s voice, not a cursed baby’s, which means things are already wildly different in this world. For another ... that was not the voice of the Reborn who had stood at his side until the end of his life, the one who had retired only when his head of hair was pure silver and his hands slightly shaky from arthritis. The voice that said “Dame-Tsuna” the same way others said “Son”.

This was the voice of Reborn before he cared. Hard and businesslike, borderline cruel as he forced his student to get up and try it again, to do it right this time or else risk being shot, who had forgotten what kindness was and indulged in pranks against the people who should have been in his care without a thought. This was a Reborn who had never been humbled, never seen his “helpless student” stand up to the one thing Reborn was terrified most of and say “No. You Can’t Have Him.”

Noctis does not want to see this Reborn. Doesn’t want to be anywhere near him.

Gladio sees the flinch, the expression of conflicted misery and fear and love and ... puts it together. Puts together the stories Noctis told him as they grew up and grew closer. Of his teacher who he loved, but who he had feared for years because of his too hard methods. Of being fourteen and shot again and again until he lost his ability to flinch at the sound of gunfire. Of being fourteen and forced to crawl to his feet and keep going even when his mouth tasted like copper and it hurt to breathe because Reborn wasn’t satisfied so Do It Again.

Gladio’s sword is out and he’s going for Reborn’s head before he can realize he’s moving.

Reborn, this one younger, this one not a cursed baby, this one who’s title of Arcobaleno is just a fancy label that marks him as one of the Mafia’s Best rather than someone who must carry a cursed artifact, barely ducks in time to avoid being beheaded. His retaliatory gunfire is swatted aside with obvious and open contempt, the sword slashing through sun-enhanced bullets like they were butter and not things powerful enough to rip through tanks. His student screams in fear and Reborn assumes the swordsman is an assassin come for the Vongola Heir, so he tries to lead the man farther away (not too far, in case the man had backup waiting for Reborn to be busy) from his useless student. The man follows easily, something hard and venomous in his gaze and Reborn inwardly scoffs because ah, the employer picked someone with a grudge against Reborn. How quaint.

It stops being quaint when the man launches on the offensive again and Reborn finds himself overwhelmed. Any attack is dodged or swatted aside like a fly, any feint is seen through and matched, the blade moves effortlessly in the man’s hands (Cloud? The sword looks heavy but he handles it like a paperweight), slicing through trees like frost, the shockwaves nearly sending Reborn flying the first time before he compensated. He catches a glint of Red flowing up the blade right before another unnaturally sharp and fast strike and realizes he’s up against a very strong Storm that is COMPLETELY ignoring Tsuna in favor of trying to take off Reborn’s HEAD.

Lovely. Just what he needed. Normally he would delight in this kind of thing, a nice break from trying to get train a useless civilian boy into a half-decent Mafia Boss.

But normally Reborn wouldn’t be giving ground and increasingly alarmed and afraid for his own life. The man just won’t STOP and none of Reborn’s tricks or tactics are working. Not diversions, not a flashbang shot to blind, nothing. He just keeps coming with a snarl on his face and speed that a Storm really shouldn’t have (the man fights like a Cloud, all unfair tanking and speed and power, but he is clearly a Storm in temper, in the red on his blade when his strikes split and devour the earth milliseconds after Reborn dodges.

Normally, Reborn would not be so hard pressed as to MISS the hunched figure that steals over to his student and starts gently talking to him before pressing a hand against the boy’s stomach.

The sudden EXPLOSION of Sky Flames, rippling out over the training ground, the park, the town, heck, probably the entire REGION definitely reclaims Reborn’s attention. His head snaps around to see, has a moment to be stunned by the sight of his student, his Weak Sky, Lazy Sky, Civilian Boy, wreathed in pure, pure amber Flames that make Luce’s look like guttering embers-

“Gladio, stop.” Says the stranger next to his student, eyes flashing from blue to bright red and Reborn feels steel stop just touching his neck, feels the wind of the halted blow send his hat flying, and pales. He’s slipped up for just a moment-

And if that stranger hadn’t spoken, that moment would have cost Reborn his life.

“He’s Reborn,” snarls the Storm, thick and furious and hateful.

“I know,” says the other man, “That’s why I want you to stop.”

The Storm growls feral and angry, pulls his sword away from Reborn’s neck, still ready to defend if Reborn tries to fight again, “He doesn’t deserve it. Any of it,” he spits and Reborn has the distinct impression he is missing something, because this ... doesn’t feel like disgruntled hitmen that want his fame and title.

The stranger near Reborn’s still wreathed-in-flame-student sounds ... sad. Nostalgic, is watching him with eyes that seem to see right through him and into his quietest, deepest parts, “I know,” the man repeats as he calmly helps Reborn’s student stand, “but I can’t help it.” A pause, a flicker of buried, ancient fury and hurt and suddenly the man is right next to the Storm in a flicker of sparks (Mist then? He doesn’t feel like a Mist). Reborn steps cautiously back, opens his mouth to demand answers (who were they, who did they work for, what had they just done to his student to make him for from a guttering Flame to a Sky Flame Reborn is almost getting FLAME DRUNK on right this minute).

He doesn’t see the man move. Just feels a touch on his stomach with gentle fingers.

The world goes grey. Grey and cold and deaf and dumb and blind and the world is spinning and he can’t get his feet under him, can’t keep them under him because he has no ANCHOR to the world, like its all just mist around his ankles. He drops his gun, falls over trying to get it back, curses as he stumbles to his knees because nothing is WORKING and he can’t THINK and what did they do? WHAT DID THEY DO? His Sun Flames are gone-gone-gone and he’s shaking and there is fog in his head and-

“Get up, Dame-Tsuna,” says the stranger softly, “a Mafia Boss doesn’t trip over his own two feet. Get up and do it again.” And it sounds like a quote. It is a quote. It’s him.

Reborn hisses a curse but STILL can't get his gun to stay in his hand long enough for a shot (he’s so cold so cold so cold)

“Stop it! Stop it!” Amber, burning and searing hot, curling around him as his student- as TSUNA leaps in the way, grabs the Mist’s (?) arm and pleads, “Don’t do it to him! He doesn’t deserve it, no one does! No one deserves that! Please!”

The man gently ruffles Tsuna’s hair, “You’re right. No one deserves it. It’s only temporary. It will wear off in just a few more seconds. I just ... wanted him to understand what it was like-”

Something inside Reborn shatters and his Sun Flames rush back, the world rushes back, sound and color, touch and taste and stability, the world stops sliding away from him and the fog clears just in time for him to hear-, “to be a completely Sealed Flame.”

Reborn lunges to his feet again, gun in a shaking but firm hand, mind whirling- “There was a seal on my student,” he hisses. Then he blanches, because this man just- that feeling had been- all this time his student-.

The stranger with the blue eyes shrugs, “Yes,” he says simply. “I removed it. Gladio, come on. I think our ride is here.”

The Storm scoffs but starts following the man away. Reborn takes a step after them, freezes when the sword comes to bear at his neck again, “Who are you?” he hisses, humiliated and humbled and wary for the first time in over a decade, “How did you know all this? What Famiglia are you sworn to?”

The Storm snorts and pulls his blade away, the other man pauses, sighs.

Unfurls his Flame like the rising of the dawn. It stretches and curls, strange and oddly crystalline, forming little shards of amber and blue diamonds in the air, but it’s powerful, it blankets the area, tangling and clicking effortlessly with Tsunayoshi’s almost like-

Almost like they were-

No.

No that was impossible.

Blue eyes are now amber gold as he smiles sadly, “Just a Sky who saw your student and knew what was really wrong.”

“I want your name,” Reborn rasps past the heady feeling of being surrounded by two Sky Flames (identical Sky Flames) that made Luce the Arcobaleno Sky look like a mere spark of fire.

A blink, a near mischievous (tired, bitter, nostalgic, conflicted) look, “We both know you already know my name, Reborn.” He turns away again, one hand tangling with the fingers of his Storm to keep the bear of a man from attacking Reborn again and somehow Reborn knows that there is nothing he can do to stop them from walking away.

Just as they reach the borders of the park and start to round the bend, the Sky lifts a hand in a lazy wave and a flippant, “Chaos, Reborn!” Then they’re around the bend and the crystalline Sky Flame is gone. Vanished from the air like it had never been.

Reborn stares, processing and staggering under the weight of ... everything that just happened. Looks down at his shivering student who leaped to his defense (poor defense, begging defense but still DEFENSE) even though Reborn has done nothing to win any sort of favor.

Even though he’s been pushing a Sky child past the breaking point without even noticing that the boy was sealed and not just weak from inexperience.

He needs a drink.

But first ... “I think that’s enough for today d-. Tsuna. Let’s take you home.”

Ask me in the next life, whispers in his ear over his whiskey late that night.

We both know you already know my name.

He’s Reborn

I know, that’s why I want you to stop.

He doesn’t deserve it. Any of it.

I know, but I can’t help it.

Ask me in the next life.

We both know you already know my name.

Reborn mutters a curse as he slugs back his drink. Buries the knowledge that just tried to behead him with a sword for another day. Or never. Preferably never. He has a training regime to drastically rewrite. And .... possibly. MAYBE. An apology to make to his student in the morning.

...

“You didn’t have to try to kill him, you know.” Noctis murmurs as they lounge in the sunshine of the Citadel garden. Safely returned to their home dimension with a little help from Umbra and Gentiana.

Gladio tightens his arms around his king, letting the smaller man sit in his lap like the cuddly cat his king-brother secretly is, “He deserves it. He hurt you. He hurt you so badly you’re still messed up in an entirely different lifetime.” He made you afraid of me. Even more than I had made you afraid of me. Gladio doesn’t say.

Noctis just sighs like he already knows, then murmurs, “At least I got the Seal off. I always wanted someone to come take the Seal off. Even before I knew what it was.”

Gladio growls and lets the matter slide.

But if they ever wind up back in that dimension, Gladio is going to track down Reborn and kick his tail again. Not kill him, that would upset his king-brother, but smack him around?

Yeah. That sounded good.

[ksyshaaa]

Friday Night Funkin' - VS Baby Blue Brother FULL WEEK + Cutscenes (FNF M...

[jellytina]

CW: BLOOD

BOBTOBER DAY 15: Scene Redraw

my fav bob collab tbh

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[jellytina]

TW: Blood, Disturbing Images (??

the funny amalgamation (oh and placeholder guy)

just some random sketches cuz im bored