#but I don't know if that's an actual common view or just like. a loud minority in the fandom.

[feroluce]

Alright dudes. Legit question, relating to something I might be writing later, which I would be so so happy if everyone reblogged for the sake of sample size:

If you played the Luminary Wardance event of Honkai Star Rail 2.5, did it negatively impact your view of Boothill? And did you think it was written in character for him, or out of character?

Sadly a simple poll doesn't allow me QUITE as much nuance as I would like, so feel free to put opinions or questions in replies/tags/askbox me some shit or whatever. But I am very curious about the split between people who are big Boothill enthusiasts (know more lore/characterization) vs more casual fans as to whether you think it was in character or not!

[eclipseberrycake]

The World Behind the Frames

AN: This isn't Moonberrycake, I know, I know, I accidentally tripped and added lore to my polycule. I wanted to expand on my world building because I want to kind of explain what's going on in my head when I'm writing about that world, if it makes sense? I don't know. I'm out of ideas for Moonberrycake for now and needed to fulfill an itch.

This is still Distractor Toon! Reader, who is based off my OC in all actuality, and probably who I'll pair with Moonberrycake to keep continuity. Makes thing easier for me, for you and for all our new friends!

The first memory you have is less of a visible thing. There was no stark imagery you could describe or backgrounds. You weren't even confident where it occurred to be honest.

But you could remember the feelings that surrounded you. The feeling of a bone chilling coolness freezing your newly developed joints and flesh, wrapping around you and squeezing until is was quieted by a warm covering. It gently scrubbed at your furry arms and legs, drying your damp fluff as you withered about. The smell of what you would later recognize as Ichor wafted around the area as the rushing hum of machines deafened you. The only thing you could recall being spoken were murmurs from a feminine voice, just loud enough to break through the churning of gears.

"-not a main...No handler-...Throw them with the commons-"

It was never something you lingered on. And you wouldn't. Not until much, much later in your strangely short, yet long life.

Walking along the hallways, you kept a steady pace before the foyer to Gardenview came into view. It was bustling with workers and the other toons, all in preparation for opening. You, yourself, were tasked with fetching a few bits and bobs for the handlers, eyes scanning for said individuals. They were probably with the Mains, preparing them for the day to come. There were a few events occurring live today, which were what the objects were for and why you were sent. You were quick and fast and could get there and back before opening.

Spotting Sam, you ran up to them, slowing when you heard them talking with...Sprout, you think his name was. You rarely interacted with the Mains, much less Sprout, so you didn't know much about him. You preferred it that way, that's for certain. The Mains seemed conceited at times, especially Vee who made her disdain for your lack of extensive knowledge on her gameshow known, so you kept your distance; you were much better friends with Goob and Scraps in the crafting area anyway.

Watching slowly, you watched Sprout talk with his handler, who looked irritated as they went on about some form of safety concern. He noticed you first, blinking in surprise at your appearance.

Sam was going on and on about something or another regarding the baking segment he was set to host with Cosmo later that day when he spotted you. You were a skittish little thing, if he remembered correctly. You never stuck around long, doing what was tasked of you before continuing on your way. You were something like a mail carrier around Gardenview, always rushing to somewhere new. He was honestly surprised to see you stationary for so long and it had been maybe a minute.

You were a cute little thing. You were shorter than he was, but everyone was so that wasn't saying much. He dared a little wave, which seemed to stun you as you blinked before shaking your head, giving a much smaller wave back.

"What are you looking at-?!" Sam snapped, turning to face your direction, which made you freeze like one of those deer he'd seen in movies. "Oh, it's you, Y/N."

Sprout had to gape at the change in Sam's attitude. They seemed so relieved to see you! This was favoritism. He swears. Sam even seems happy to see you as you slowly inch forward, holding out the package of goods you were sent to retrieve. Sam thanks you with a hand ruffling your hair before asking if you have anywhere else to be. You nod, explaining that Austin needed something as well. Austin was Astro's handler if Sprout remembered correctly, who was probably busy trying to convince said Toon that he had to make an appearance for their show in the sky dome later.

"Thank you again, at least one toon isn't giving me any issues." Sam huffs, throwing a look at Sprout-who sticks his tongue out. You watch it with a grin, waving good-bye before taking off once more.

It's the holiday season at Gardenview, with decorations everywhere and even more toons than usual. Coal was lounging beneath the large tree in the center plaza, barely casting you a glance, while Bobette and Dandy stood at the entrance, eagerly awaiting opening so they could greet the children. Bobette is quick to direct you to where she last saw Austin, wishing you luck as the doors finally open and in comes a see of children and parents alike. You thank her before taking off again, narrowly missing Pebble.

It takes you some time, but you do eventually find the shy duo backstage. Astro is hiding in a blanket as Austin tries to coax him out, his voice soft and gentle. "I promise it'll be here soon. I sent the fastest toon for it-"

"Pebble drools!" Astro shouts from his cocoon of solitude, seeming absolutely distraught.

"The fastest, besides Pebble."

You realize they're talking about you. So you make your appearance known, holding out the soft purple fabric to Austin. He visibly relaxes at the sight, which makes two handlers now. Austin practically sings your praises as he takes the fabric, rushing back to where Astro is hiding. You debate leaving, but watch as one of Astro's hand darts out, grabbing the cape before retreating. There's a bit of shuffling before the first blanket is being discarded and Astro is slowly standing, casting a shy glance your way before quickly looking away.

"It was in the laundry room." You offer with a smile, nodding behind you. Austin had begged you to keep an eye out for it, which you took personally and went out of your way to look for. You know some of the janitors didn't pay any mind to what they were cleaning, just grabbing it and cleaning it accordingly.

Astro swallows at the new information, the fresh smell of laundry finally registering as he backed away from the edge of a panic attack. The fact that you went out of your way to grab it for him, without even a hint of the why to it all, was not lost on him. His fingers curled around the edge of the blanket as he kept his second set of arms curled tightly around his abdomen, watching. He would remember your kindness, filing it away for later. He would pay it back, he swears.

He tries to thank you, he does, but the words get stuck in his throat, drying on his tongue. They refuse to leave and he's forced to once again clamp his mouth shut. Eventually he hopes to get over this. He knows who you are, you've both met if only briefly, and you were just as friendly and selfless then, full of smiles and laughter.

You don't seem to fear anything, running around like a mouse in the background on a near constant basis. He had never seen you stand still and almost envied you for it. You almost seemed like a never ending ball of energized fuzz.

The thought made him hide a grin in the fur of his blanket.

Austin gave you a final thanks before moving back to smooth out Astro's cape, and you were off once more.

"...Can they come?" Astro found himself asking, leaning over Austin's shoulder to watch the doorway you came through.

"Come where?"

"To the skydome." Astro swallows. "I-...I think they'd like it."

You don't hear their conversation after you leave, instead trotting back to the costume area. You and Poppy were assigned to help the children in the photo area dress up as their favorite characters while Boxten helped them take pictures. It made the time pass by quickly and you loved seeing the children smile in their Scraps headbands or replicas of Flutter's wings.

You were just straightening out a little girl's bow, which she chose to look like Poppy, when the first shrill scream rung out. There was silence before more screams. You looked back at Poppy, who looked just as concerned as you did. Parents then came storming in, scooping their children up and running out as the lights began flashing red, an alarm screaming in the air.

You, Poppy and Boxten worked to ensure the children in your care found their parents, directing them to the nearest exit just as you were instructed to do.

"Go! We got it from here!" Boxten shouted at you, pointing to the hall that lead to the Foyer. "Check on everyone else! You're faster than we are!"

You nodded and took off once more, feet pounding against the ground as you tried to help everywhere you could. When you finally got to the heart of the foyer, you were horrified at the state it was in. That and the beast now charging at you. It looked like Dandy, only with much sharper teeth, and claws out reached for you. His red eyes shined brightly as they locked onto you, quickly taking after you. You swallowed before turning tail and taking off into the staff wing. There were no children or families there, and if meant you or the children, you would rather it be you every time.

Unfortunately, that rest of that night was clouded by the sounds of you choking on your own ichor as Dandy pinned you. And then nothing.

Blinking, you shake your head, letting a heavy breath out as you curl into yourself tighter. Remembering the day it all went wrong never failed to make your chest absolutely ache, but it never left you alone. Not during your time as a twisted, and not after. Even now, with more of you back since it happened, it seemed your subconscious was having a blast mix and matching the horrors you have seen since Gardenview closed and haunting you whenever sleep had graced you. Astro had tried his hardest to help, which you appreciated, but he can't stop everything. Some are bound to slip through the cracks.

Tonight seemed to be one of those nights.

Sitting out on the balcony, you let the cool night breeze blow through your fuzz as you try to recover from the latest nightmare. It was from your limited time as a twisted.

The only ones to escape the carnage were Poppy and Boxten, who took it upon themselves to help the rest of you. They trekked floor after floor until they completed the first completion of research and you were returned to your normal self. From there, you three learned and tested. You carved your way through the bad times, and the worst times, healing each other when the bite marks and claw marks were too painful to heal on their own. You still had the scars, carefully covered with clothing and fur. You wanted it to remain that way.

You had grown experienced enough in your role as a distractor, moreso with the aid of trinkets, enough so that there were no longer days patches of fuzz were burnt, torn or ripped off. They would remain hidden.

You huffed another breath, fighting the tears that threatened to spill. You had done such harm because you were so...angry. So hurt. You couldn't see straight while under the ichor, that much you could remember, charging at anything that so much as moved in your line of sight. You'd chase and chase and chase them down, breaking through boxes if they tried to hide. It was awful looking back. You were thankful no one else had that power, but the fact that you had it was enough to leave you fearing your own strength.

"Starlight?"

You perked up from where you were hiding your face between your knees and chest, turning behind you. Astro was there, one hand on the doorway while another scratched at his chin. His other two arms were crossed across his waist, either to brace himself against the cold or just where he wanted them to sit. You weren't sure yet.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" You're quick to apologize, turning more fully to face him. He shook his head, though judging by the bags under his eyes, he was either lying or out here for the same reason you were.

"Why are you out here, starlight? There's a chill." He's quick to come up behind you, wrapping the arms that were crossed around you while the other two settle on your shoulders. He scans your face as he does this, noting your red eyes and puffy cheeks. Immediately he's frowning, one of the hands on your shoulders coming up to cup your cheek. "You had a bad dream."

"These things happen, moonshine. They're out of your control." You're quick to reassure, cupping the hand on your cheek with your own as you burrow into it.

"Are they? I'm in charge of dreams around here, you know." His forehead leaned on yours as he tightened the hold around your waist. "You can tell me."

You took a slow breath. "I just keep thinking back to my time as a Twisted. I don't think any amount of good dream juice is enough to stop those memories." You admit slowly. "I'm sorry. I should be over it by now. I was one of the first cured, but I just-... I could destroy those large crates, you know." You tell him. There's no other reaction he heard you other than the slow move of his thumb along your hip, so you continue. "No one could hide from me. The second you caught my attention, the chase was on. The only way to lose me was to hope I was stunned by charging the crates long enough you could hide before I saw you again."

Astro hums at this, but you're continuing on anyway.

"I was-...Am terrified of what I'm capable. I know that if I get caught like that again, it's not just Poppy and Boxten taking the brunt of it. It's- It's you and Sprout and Cosmo and-"

"Do you remember the day the outbreak happened?" Astro suddenly cut in, making you pause. It's an odd question, but you nod to the best of your abilities anyway. Astro takes a moment to step back, jumping up to sit on the balcony beside you with one arm around your waist while the other on the same side plays with your hair.

"Do you remember what you were doing?"

"I was in costume."

"Before that."

You take a moment, sorting through the soured memories of that day before ultimately coming up short. Astro seems to expect this as he continues right after. "You were running errands. The second we were woken that day, it seemed you were constantly moving. I didn't see you until later that day. I had misplaced my cloak that day." He explains, waving one of his free hands as he does. "I was in the middle of a total breakdown as I didn't want the others to know of...Well, you know." It manages to make you crack a grin, which he smiles at before continuing. "Then you show up. You didn't immediately call for Austin's attention, but I saw you the moment you stepped in."

You let out a chuckle. "Weren't you scared Pebbles would drool on your cloak?"

He laughs at this, but nods. "It's happened before. Leaves the fabric all...tough. But when I saw you? Especially with cloak in hand?" The hand on your waist pulls you in closer. "I thought I finally met my guardian angel. "

This time you let out a cackle, leaning on his shoulder. "Be so for real."

"I am!" He waves off your cackles, allowing you to settle. "I wanted to bring you to the Sky dome, you know. Asked Austin and everything, but never got the chance."

"Such a shame. I would've loved to go."

"I never said it's too late." Astro slides off the balcony, holding out a hand to you. "I know the code to the projector room. Would you care to accompany me?" He grins. "The other two are still passed out."

You take his hand, giving a dopey grin. "That sounds wonderful."

And exactly what you needed to forget about whatever was keeping you up anyway.

☁ So, in this world, the outbreak happens during the day, turning the initial toons, save for poppy and Boxten, the starter toons.

☁ One by one they probably rescue the other toons the same way I've explained Main rescues go. They get 100% research and Dandy offers a cure of sorts.

☁ From there, the ichor that did turn them into the original Twisteds remain, creating clones while the original toons get to return to normal life.

☁ Trinkets are like keychains enhanced with the same power ups they have in game. There are several of each one, but more than two at a time can provide issues with magic overload, making them more sluggish, less powerful, etc.

☁ Toons still have their special abilities as well, with cool downs. I've touched on this before but, for example, Cosmo's ability? He can feel when he uses it, normally infusing a bit of his life force into a treat the distractors/whoever can eat while on the move. Sprout can also do this, however should the need arise they also can redirect this directly onto any sort of wound.

☁ If an OG toon gets injured, bad ichor enters their system. If they're hit enough times, they can be returned back to their original twisted form and the process has to be repeated, which is why Safety is a huge concern during runs.

☁ Speaking of, Toons have the ability to return to the foyer/ entrance of Gardenview whenever they wish as long as everyone is in the elevator.

☁ I think that's it, but if there are any questions I would be more than happy to answer!

[velvetvexations]

Please correct me If I'm wrong, but didn't Playdough's whole beef with Bechdel trying to reframe her as a TERF start originally because escentially she wanted to prove that HOMESTUCK is somehow more deep and influencial and important queer media than DTWOF?? It was a poll thing and people where getting mad that homestuck was beating dtwof (this is the homestuck website like cmon) so Playdough started there the discourse of Bechdel being a terf to discredit her work

I have no idea if homestuck is actually that queer in it's content, but this incident made me realize something very common about pretentious cult-like groups like TRF and Tankies.

They want to find the way to parrot that their interests are somehow morally superior and more correct than other's; forcemem can not be just a kink it's actually a culturally significant political practice and forcemasc is just a transmisogynist bastard copy, transfem headcanons can not be just normal fandom shit for enjoyment they are the more correct and intelectual reading an analysis of any character that doesn't adhere to strict tradicional cis gender roles and transmascs headcanons are anti intelectual media illiterate misogyny, homestuck can't be just a popular old webcomic you still like despite It's flaws (like srly It has a shit ton of racism and ableism, it was created on the era of the internet 4chan was more culturally relevant than ever in memes mostly so of course) no It's not a pillar of queerness in fiction and media and the comics created by a literal feminists trans ally buch need to somehow be morally inferior because they're both compiting in a Tumblr poll

AHAHAHAHAHAHA SHE'S STILL DOING IT TOO

I'm sorry, but imagine having this much of a grudge over your fave losing a poll lmao lmao lmao lmao this is so funny oh my God.

But it's especially hilarious because all of what she wrote about June is complete nonsense that was never part of the text. Now let's look at what she had to say about transmasc headcanons:

Welcome to projection playground, ma'am! She's literally using the idea of "legitimate analysis" just to prop up her own headcanon. This is so gutbustingly hilarious. Does she even think it's possible transmascs could have headcanons based in 'legitimate analysis'? Considering the fact that she seems to vehemently insist literally every transmasc headcanon ever is actually transfem, probably not, right? Because she doesn't understand masculinity is revolutionary and transgressive for people who weren't assigned it? Because she's a self-centered moron?

But wait, there's more!

She's so consumer-brained and she doesn't even know it.

I love that her whole personality is structured around being the world's most obnoxious Homestuck fan who uses academic language to build a comfort blanket to soothe her insecurities and lash out at others because it's gender validating if she gets to lash out at trans men the way cis women are allowed to with cis men. Except I've never seen a cis woman do it this ineptly, or so blatantly the product of issues they desperately need to work out.

Anyway, back to Bechdel...

I know I've been ranting about this subject in a general, undirected way all morning, but I'm going to tell you that this is a problem with Plaidos, specifically, which she passes on to her audience:

They don't know what TERFs are.

A TERF has defined political views. There is a lot going on with them. You cannot take one belief or action in particular, such as Bechdel softly supporting some sex-segregated spaces, and call her a TERF when she's praxis in much bigger, material ways. It's not just about Homestuck with Plaidos, or TERFs in general. It's also about the fact that Bechdel ever did anything that had anything to do with the idea that some people are more wymynly than them, which they take personal offense to that overshadows, oh, I don't know, loud and consistent advocacy for children having access to HRT? Any real transfeminist would recognize that matters infinitely more. But with these people, that's not the issue. They don't care about anything but how badly it hurt them to hypothetically not be welcome to a shitty music festival, and Bechdel having went - even if she criticized it's policies - is basically the same as having flaunted her gender assignment to intentionally make them dysphoric.

But Bechdel supports minors getting HRT. She supports them being in women's bathrooms. A lot of TERFs have identical conversations about her.

So what makes her a TERF? Because she went to a party you weren't invited to?

Do you understand how pathetic this makes you look?

It's gross and TERF-y to say trans women as a category are jealous of people AFAB on some level but when you prioritize like this where being let into the club is the one big all-consuming deal over things like Bechdel repeatedly going to bat for minors having HRT, and they obsessively treat trans men the way they do...

Like, listen. TRFs. My friends. You're women. I promise you you're Trve Wymyn. Please get over not having been AFAB. Come to peace with it and accept that people who got what you want are on your side and are happy to support you in being recognized as a woman in spite of what was on your birth certificate. Get over it.

Just get over it.

And also get over your transfem headcanons not being any more textually supported than transmasc headcanons, losers. You're so obviously the ones addicted to seeing yourself reflected in every piece of media you consume if you have to write essays about how it's bad literary analysis to not believe in your strings-on-a-thumbtack-board shit and run down anyone else having headcanons related to their identity. You're not doing literary analysis, you're playing pretend with cartoons for children and getting upset when you see other people having their own fun without you.

One last thing:

EXTREMELY holy shit racist. Do you see what I mean? How TRFs care so much about slights to their Trve Wymynhood over all else that they say shit like this? Like yeah Michfest was basically the KKK, you're right, unimaginably stupid White woman. Remember when Lisa Vogel hung all those trans women to warn us not to vote?

[carolmunson]

okay, since some of you asked for it:

unpopular opinion but i don’t actually think eddie was a nice soft boy at all. dustin and mike are literally afraid to ask him to move hellfire. ‘he’s always revved up,’ implying that he’s always like this, always a little close to snapping. he’s not nice to them when he asks them to find a replacement. he also guilt trips them about 'taking them in like lost sheep' and shoves them off to find a replacement instead of keeping lucas included. which is why i don't understand the 'fierce protector of his friends' take because he's so quick to drop lucas just because he's 'moved to the dark side.' aka, throwing balls into laundry baskets.

which leads me to when he gets up on the table, people are not trying to fuck around with him. this is a common occurance, people are not surprised to see him up there and yelling. they aren't surprised that he's making a spectacle of himself. if eddie was soft and sweet, he would’ve gotten beat up. if eddie was soft and gentle, he'd probably be scared of jason. guys like jason in the 80s loved being macho and punching out losers — eddie just gave him the devil horns and called it a day. eddie’s absolutely gotten in fist fights before and won (his dad is a literal criminal!) otherwise someone would've thrown something or told him to shut the fuck up. people are scared of him, even his own friends! there’s more reasons than just playing DND and metal that make town certain that he’s a cult leader. you don't just assume someone is a murderer if they haven't shown any interest in violence before, especially considering his dad was likely a shitty dude. he even bullies erica when she first shows up to hellfire and only respects her when she bullies him back and bests him. he is someone you have to EARN respect from. he will never respect anyone outright or be understanding outright. he doesn't fully respect dustin or mike to start either, he views them as underlings.

even chrissy assumes he's going to be mean and scary, there's gotta be reason behind that. he's not nice or kind in school, which is likely a defense mechanism. he’s sweet with chrissy because he likes her, he has a crush on her. it’s very clear that he has since he was a kid, otherwise why would he bring up them hanging out in middle school? why would he even remember that if he hasn’t been pining for her this whole time? he admits too, albiet flirtily, that he thought SHE'D be mean and scary too, because he doesn't like people 'like that', people he assumes are 'on the dark side'. i’m sure he hoped they’d kiss a little when she went to his trailer. he's even a little sarcastic when she's there, again, defensive. 'the maid took the week off'. but ultimately, he's nice to her because he wants to kiss her and has a crush on her. i don't think it's because he's fully 'showing her who he really is'.

also he's a literal drug dealer????? like?????

he only becomes more gentle and open with dustin and co. when he gets pulled into the upside down/vecna stuff because he needs support. they grow a bond over shared trauma. and i do believe eddie had a big brother type relationship with dustin, but just like steve he loves him begrudgingly 'i love you, you little shit bag' kind of shit. i do believe he liked and cared for his friends but i also think he always had a big layer of mean kid armor on because he had a hard life growing up. how i percieved the character is 'mean bully whose secretly nice but is mean and boisterous and loud as a cover' trope. when he explains that his father taught him to hotwire, he seems bitter about it. of course he is, all the other kids were learning to play ball. but he obviously still retains this information and a whole bunch of other crime tricks from his dad. he's BEEN partaking in this shit. he KNOWS he's a shitty guy. you don't just get taught how to hotwire once and then suddenly know how to do it years later. he's done it before! multiple times! he has practice! he likely knows about warzone cause his daddy absoLUTELY had a gun or two. his dad probably took him there once. he was pulled left and right into bad shit growing up and that will HARDEN YOU. wayne says that murder 'ain't in his nature' and i'm sure it's not. i'm sure he's different with wayne, but idk, to me, it doesn't erase the fact that outwardly, i don't think eddie was nearly as sweet and gentle as people think he is canonically. i think he's a very hardened and tortured person and that even becomes clear with his reaction to chrissy's death and how he goes about things going forward. he was a weird kid with weird interests in a cookie cutter conservative town, had a criminal father, and an unconventional family situation in the 70s and 80s, that shit'll fuck you up and over -- look at boomers y'all! they are emotionally stunted! but, i could go on forever with this character analysis. so i'll stop here. but -- in the words of the real housewives reunion meme: that's MY OPINION!

[hyperlexichypatia]

The thing about Musk's hate speech against unhoused people is that none of the VSPs and general commenters can really offer a rebuttal, or even a witty retort, because he's just saying out loud what the overwhelming majority of the entire political spectrum of Americans actually believes.

Usually, when one of the professional hatemongers starts spewing hate against a marginalized population, there are at least some allies pushing back and invoking marginalized people they care about -- "My nephew is gay, my neighbor is an immigrant," etc. But VSPs and most middle-to-upper-class people don't have unhoused friends. And they can't fundamentally dispute the premise that unhoused people are mentally inferior, since that's central to the premise of their constant drumbeat that the solution to homelessness is forced psychiatric incarceration. So they're stuck giving responses that amount to "You're not supposed to say it like that." The best they can do is an attempted uno reverse of "No, YOU'RE mentally ill!" or accuse him of lacking "compassion", which is just a euphemism for pity, and disabled people know to be suspicious of being offered "compassion" in lieu of civil rights or material resources.

Most housed Americans believe that unhoused people are an intrinsically inferior subspecies of human who should be driven out or incarcerated, "for their own good" or otherwise. That's the belief that unites us. CEOs are unpopular, but the bottom of the income ladder are vermin.

To quote my partner once again: "Remember that two weeks when Serious Thinkers were confused by that song by that redhead whose name I’ve already forgotten because it was critical of both rich people and poor people? And I was like, that is the dominant political view in America because in practice 'moderate' doesn’t usually mean 'a midpoint between liberal and conservative,' it means 'borrowing ideas from both poles that seem like "common sense" because the average person’s politics are essentially self-centered rather than a coherent ideology'. And then they’ll be like, 'Finally, I see my societal-default minimal-thought position represented!' The average person can tell that rich people are exploiting them but also resent people they want to feel better than, it’s not that deep."

[yanderes-galore]

I see that Genshin Impact Arataki Itto with Kitsune darling and raise you: Yae Miko with Oni Darling concept.

I can try, sure. I am not entirely well versed in Genshin's yokai, so I hope this is good. I went into actions more than actual plot. Thought of one idea and stuck to it.

Yandere! Yae Miko with Oni! Darling

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Slight poisoning, Isolation, Kidnapping, Dubious companionship/relationship.

Oni in Genshin Impact are separated into two different groups.

Red Oni and Blue Oni.

Red Oni are more well known to be around humans.

While Blue Oni are more secluded, often staying away from humans due to humans being scared of them.

Many humans still view both Oni types as problematic in their own way.

Although, Oni are rare either way nowadays due to Oni blood being thinned out.

Yae Miko's reaction to you differs somewhat depending on the type you are.

The most "common" type she may meet is Red.

These types, like Itto, are more well known among humans.

You're sometimes loud yet playful with humans, always looking for people to talk to.

You're no doubt used to being alone, yet you may not entirely enjoy it as a Red Oni.

At first, Yae Miko finds your loud personality off putting.

She's always been one to get into mischief, yes, but she also enjoys quietly reading.

Kitsune are also rare in this day and age...

Yae Miko only really knows two, and that's Itto and you.

She'd no doubt find a Red Oni before a Blue Oni since Red Oni prefers to be around people.

So she'd hear about and look into you easier than a Blue Oni.

However, while Blue Oni are harder to find, I can see Yae Miko appreciating Blue Oni for being quieter and more isolated.

She no doubt enjoys her alone time soon, so she may have come across you by accident and took an interest in you.

Yae Miko would like you for different reasons depending on your Oni type.

If you're red, she likes your mischief.

If you're blue, she likes your isolation and quiet attitude.

Regardless, I imagine she'd come to you out of boredom at first.

You're a new face... one either causing a ruckus or being out in the forest all alone.

Yae Miko enjoys meeting new people, especially those who catch her eye.

I imagine even when she isn't speaking to you, you can always feel her eyes on you.

Something I'd also like to note, which I feel is the most unique part of this pairing, is the Oni's weakness to beans.

Meanwhile, a kitsune's favorite food in this universe is tofu.

See where I'm going with this yet?

Yae Miko alone is a mischievous and manipulative yandere.

I can see her always keeping an eye on you and slowly but surely luring you in to trust her.

Despite being a Kitsune, many trust her.

She'd also be extremely accepting of you as a fellow Yokai.

So imagine if Yae Miko got you to trust her... but she kept you as hers through sabotaging your food.

She seems deceptive enough to do it if it meant keeping her obsession to herself.

She'd offer you food, claiming she got it for you because she appreciates you.

Said food has a small amount of beans... just enough to make you sick...

So she can isolate you to take care of you.

Even if you suspected it was the food, she'd make a show of feeling hurt that you don't enjoy her gift...

Which only encourages you to eat it.

So, the big idea I have for Yae Miko with an Oni obsession is her poisoning you so she has more time with you.

She'd keep you at the shrine... too weak to fight her when she feeds you or call for help.

Why would anyone believe you?

Yae Miko is trusted by all... Oni are often disliked beings...

Yae Miko would have you all to herself to tend to...

You're at her mercy... all while she smiles down at you with "love"... but no remorse.

[nekropsii]

your staunch defense of transfeminine people in a community where we're so routinely mocked and sidelined does not go unnoticed or unappreciated.

you're doing a fantastic thing

Hey, I'm glad it's doing something!! It was... Kind of radicalizing realizing that no one's fucking normal, actually, they just say they are. But the really, really radicalizing thing - the thing that got me to start being very loud and aggressive about it all - was getting hit with wave after wave of misdirected Transmisogyny for two reasons...

I acknowledged Transfem reads of characters exist, and stated that I actually - gasp! - enjoy some of them, even over the popular Transmasc readings of the same characters. Getting hit with backlash for this was expected, but I didn't foresee how that would manifest. Several people - all self-reporting as trans men, weirdly - flooded my notes and inbox talking down to me, treating me like I'm stupid, and that I don't understand Transmasc struggles (I do, I just distinctly was not talking about them), and... Most vexingly, treating me like I'm a woman, and acknowledging me as such. By saying I, for example, preferred a Transfeminine reading of Dave over the popular Transmasculine one - by simply bringing up trans women in a conversation that didn't include putting them down - I had apparently branded myself as a stupid bimbo woman in their eyes that desperately needed mansplaining to. By discussing trans women positively, I had branded myself as an "other", and needed to be treated as such. I don't understand why it was all trans men doing this - you'd think they'd know better than to start misgendering and condescending people just because they started talking about feminism or trans rights. You'd think they'd understand meeting feminism with traumadumping is inappropriate.

I put a Cis Woman in my Webcomic, and she apparently wasn't feminine enough for some fucking people. Mind you, none of us on the Dev Team ever really thought that she was any degree of Masculine. She was never designed to be masculine, and she wasn't designed with transness in mind. We'd always referred to her internally as a cis woman. She just happens to have broad shoulders, narrow-ish hips, an Adam's apple, a bigger nose, and some serpentine heat pits on her face that happen to look like facial hair.

This is her. The uncanny, ugly, mannish freak who should've just been a boy. She looks normal! She's just a regular woman! Apparently, when you tell people that what human beings would identify as sex characteristics are totally randomized on an alien bug species because that alien bug species literally only has one sex, that's cool and based until it's applied to women? Even then, these are all traits that some normal human cis women have in real life. What's even more jarring is that almost all of the Transmisogyny thrown at me over Tejuri's appearance was done over fucking Cohost - the website people fled to specifically to escape Tumblr's Transmisogyny. The site that touts its pride in getting rid of all Transphobes. God.

I've noticed that people often preach their alliance not as a genuine statement but as a way to keep with the trends. A lot of reblogs on posts about loving trans women are viewing them as either a body ("loving trans women" taken as synonymous with wanting to have sex with them), an object ("loving trans women" taken as their value being synonymous with their romancability), or a token (saying that you "love trans women" is the latest political trend in progressive spheres, and professing this makes you look like a better person, even if you don't mean it). I've learned recently that a lot of people don't know anything about Queer Theory or Transfeminism. A lot of people apparently don't even realize Transfeminism exists. It's been a fucking wild past few months. Things I thought were just basic human decency and common sense apparently need to be stated, because it turns out my standards for what counts as "basic human decency" is a lot higher than most. Wild. @_@

Every time someone pulls this stupid horseshit on me, I get more annoying and more powerful. Nothing's gonna make me back down. At the end of the day, I have the privilege of being able to shut up and stop facing harassment. That's not a privilege trans women have. It's why true allies cannot stop fighting even when it does get a little hard. We can put the weapons down. They cannot.

Every now and then I think about the phrase "Trans Women are the Women of Women". Every day, it becomes more true.

[prima-after-dawn]

This is related to your heat/rut au (?) headcanons- Ngl I never thought I would hear/see the words Sentinel and cute in the same sentence but now that I look more at it it does seem like smth he would do. aaand if you don't mind me asking do you have any Sentinel headcanons or maybe some for 13 primes? ;>

Sentinel in heat thinks he is just the cutest, hottest, most irresistible bot on Cybertron, and he WILL get some spike!

I will make a master post of 13 Primes headcanons soon, but I’ll give you some A LOT more Sentinel~

When Sentinel goes into heat around the Primes, his whorishness increases tenfold. His most desired mates are Megatronus, Prima, and Alpha Trion. His frame views Megatronus as the strongest candidate, most capable of producing strong offspring and defending them and Sentinel. It sees Prima as the most desirable for genetic purity, since he’s the first Prime. He’s also big like Megatronus, which he likes. Alpha Trion catches his frame’s attention because of his cat-like beast mode and behavior, which makes him desirable for his agility and unique caretaking instincts. When Sentinel is around any of these three while in heat, he will be found rubbing up on them, touching them anywhere he can, whining and purring at them, and taking every opportunity that presents itself to bare his valve at them. Upon the slightest indication of interest in mating with him, he will immediately bend himself over the nearest surface or get on his servos and knees and spread his legs.

If his three favorites deny him for whatever reason (perhaps they are too busy doing important Prime things) Sentinel will go to the other Primes and loudly complain about it with whines, whimpers, and pitiful cries of despair that might have made them think he was dying if he wasn’t venting out his heat pheromones all over the place. As soon as he knows he has the attention of one of them, he zeroes in on them, flirting via touches and more of his begging whining. If he gets the attention of multiple, his slutty aft will bare his valve to them all and watch any who are interested fight each other for first dibs. Seeing any of the Primes fight over him for mating rights makes him obscenely wet.

And when one of them finally frags him? He’s so fucking loud about it that spit roasting him is common practice, just to make him a little quieter. Except when it’s Prima. Prima, the pinnacle of divinity, adores Sentinel, and the sounds he makes when he’s taking massive Prime spike in that plush, deliciously sensitive valve of his. Especially when he’s in heat. Sentinel is so loud, in fact, that during his first few heat cycles, some of the Primes would - aggravatingly - stop mid-round because they’d think Sentinel had overloaded and was getting overstimulated, when he very much had not. It took a while, but they did figure out the signs of Sentinel’s overloads: his legs squeezing their waist so tight they can’t move, his digits digging into their plating so hard it sometimes actually hurt, his wings arching up and out and shaking with the strain of release, and his cries becoming much longer and cutting off with sobs of pleasure.

Then, when his heat is finally satiated, the Primes gently clean him up (Alpha Trion will lick him clean like a fucking cat) and tend to any minor damage to his plating, including touching up his paint and giving him a nice polish, before all the participants snuggle up around him and let him cuddle them as he recovers from the ordeal. They’ll gently pet Sentinel, kiss him, hold him, and praise him, and he will often be so relaxed by the aftercare that he will slip into recharge right then and there.

[angelpuns]

I said I'd ramble about the TMNT:HME sibling dynamics so here it is:

CW for favoritism

Some of this stuff I've already touched on before, but I'll try and go into a bit more detail on the specific relationships

Leo is the oldest, but all the brothers know he's not the favorite. If anything he's the least favorite ( Not the problem child, though, we'll get to that ) - though Splinter swears he doesn't pick favorites.

As far as all the brothers' views on him as a whole it's something like ' he's the oldest but sometimes he acts way too much like Splinter' and they've said this to him occasionally. And every single time it hits like a fucking brick.

Leo wonders if Mikey thinks he is cool or not - he doubts it. They're sort of in a ' in this together' mentality when it comes to Donnie and Splinter. Leo tries very hard to teach Mikey all about gender/sexuality without Splinter's knowledge. He wants Mikey to know that there is a safe almost-adult for him to come to about that stuff. Mikey doesn't really get it, though. Leo is a bit sad that they don't have a more healthy sibling dynamic - he could never, ever discuss big feelings with Mikey or talk about Splinter. It kinda sucks, but he knows they don't have to talk about big feelings. They just have to have fun.

Leo, for a long time, had a special sort of animosity towards Donnie because of him being the favorite. When they were much smaller, Leo actually hated him for it for a while. But as he got older and they drifted apart, he realized that it's not him vs Donnie, its all of them vs Splinter. He still thinks Donnie is a kiss-up, though, and he constantly tries to help him grow out of that.

Leo and Raph were a lot closer when they were kids, but the shift to disliking Donnie due to favoritism also kinda roped Raph into it, since Raph and Donnie are a lot closer than any of the other brothers. Nowadays, Leo is mostly just....sad about his and Raph's dynamic. He feels guilty for a lot of the way Raph grew up, he knows a lot of it is his own fault ( and some specific things that are his fault 100% that there will be a comic about later ). Overall their relationship is tainted by guilt - Leo will never forgive himself for treating Raph the way he did when they were younger.

Donnie is the favorite, as all the brothers will agree ( Raph still isn't sure that's true ) and Donnie won't deny it. He's proud of it, actually. He knows he's the favorite because he's the most well-behaved. He does his chores, he shows interest in Splinter's hobbies or what he's saying. Overall, he cares a lot about Splinter's opinion - definitely more so than his brothers.

Donnie has noted that Leo acts like Splinter, but he frames it as somewhat of a good thing. He's very.... calculated with his and Leo's relationship dynamic. He tends to keep his distance emotionally, and will call out when Leo is being an asshole. He has also been the most troublesome when it comes to Leo telling him to do chores. He is Team Splinter all the way.

Raph, as his twin, is his favorite brother hands down. Donnie does play favorites and Raph is his favorite brother. They spend the most time together, Donnie prefers hanging out with Raph than hanging out with the rest of his brothers, but they still have fights sometimes. Mostly over room stuff or Raph being too loud. No fight has ever lasted more than a day, though.

Mikey and Donnie have a weird, standoffish sort of relationship. They don't have a ton in common, but still like to play video games together! Mostly mine craft. Donnie just doesn't feel like hanging out with him too often is all :/

Raphie!

Raph has a complicated relationship with Leo- on one hand, Leo can be really cool and fun!! On the other, he can be as annoying as Splinter. And Raph easily gets mad when Leo makes fun of him, sometimes blowing up at him or his brothers for it. He's very easy to anger and sometimes Leo pushes his buttons on purpose. But to be fair, Raph pushes Leo's buttons back just as often.

Raph and Donnie are closest, but Raph sometimes wishes he was the older twin so maybe he could be the favorite. However, Raph usually reaps the rewards as well, since Splinter doesn't even really know he exists most of the time. If Donnie gets a treat he will find a way to get Raph one as well.

Raph and Mikey have an unspoken rivalry - Raph and Mikey have a lot in common, but Raph hates that Mikey is 'better' at so many things than him. He has his own hobbies, but Mikey always does them better. And he's afraid of his little brother surpassing him.

Mikey looks up to Leo as his ' cool but sometimes lame older brother' - most of the time he thinks Leo is cool but sometimes Leo will say/do something so lame that Mikey has to literally walk away. Mikey has also told Leo that he's acting like Splinter the most.

Mikey sort of looks up to Donnie, but it's mostly for his smarts. Other than that, he also resents Donnie a bit for being the favorite :/ Thinks he cares way too much about Splinter's opinion

Mikey doesn't know how Raph feels about his talents. They're close the way youngest siblings are close - they used to roughhouse a lot as kids and nowadays they compete in stupid competitions around the lair :)

So that's how the boys' see each other! I talked about this a bit before, but this is a bit more in detail since someone suggested it the other day <33

TMNT:HME Master post

[musical-chick-13]

Please, can you tell me more about headcanons you have of River?

OOOOOOH, YES, THANK YOU FOR THIS!!!!! 😊😊

My biggest one (and probably like. the least Common™ a;sldkfaj;sldfk) is that River has pure-o OCD. Which, for anyone who doesn't know, is a form of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder where the compulsions, rather than something like handwashing or pacing or saying stuff out loud, are all internal. They are purely things you do in your mind. This can take...many forms. Such as "reviewing" situations or your emotions or thoughts to make sure you aren't Thinking Bad Ideas or Accidentally Did Something Harmful, it can be repeating stuff to yourself mentally, it can be obsessively thinking about a particular thing to ward off Horrible Outcomes, or. an infinite number of behaviors. (For more info, you can check out this blog!)

ANYWAY. River's obsession with Hiding The Damage™ (<-her words not mine), because if she doesn't, she will Ruin Her Relationship. The way she recurrently refers to herself as a bad or heartless person, despite helping to save people/the world with no objection (suggesting this "I'm an unscrupulous person" is something she has to keep telling herself internally, probably by looking inaccurately at her previous behavior and circumstances). The implication that she keeps (successfully) convincing herself that the man she loves doesn't actually Love Her Back (no, I don't think this was something that was just shoehorned in during the Christmas special, maybe I'll make a Full Post about that someday) so she can protect herself and not Wreck Things.

And the way she kind of like...frequently sees the Most Extreme Option is the right way to solve things? (She breaks her wrist to get away from a Weeping Angel and then tries to pretend she's fine???? because The Future?????? She gives up all her regenerations to save The Doctor in Berlin. She worries about the state of the world (and her own emotional fortitude) so much when she thinks she has to kill the Doctor that she stops time and gathers millions of people to plead with him to save himself. And she impulsively, immediately breaks out of jail and suggests throwing herself into a Time Void and targets a Dalek when she thinks he's in danger. Not that these are...compulsions, per se, but this kind of black-and-white thinking (of, there are no middle-ground options, I have to do the absolute MOST I can do RIGHT NOW) is...very common among people who suffer from OCD. Couple that with the fact that she canonically Holds Things In despite worrying about a whole bunch of stuff...yeah.

(...Tbh, I think you could even make the case that doing things like "testing whether he'll rescue her"--jumping off a building when she doesn't need to, sending him coordinates when her plan is Fly Out Of An Airlock so he intercepts her, pretending to be unconscious so he'll inspect her--are some external compulsions. In the sense that she can "prove" to herself that she is worthy of love/care. Which is compounded by how she finds her parents in her adolescent years so she can grow up alongside them, since they can't like. Actually raise her. Doing the most extreme things to hang onto the reassurance of love, etc. etc. Yeah, she has a skewed view of human emotion due to being Bred As A Weapon™, but I think there's definitely room to interpret that as being complicated and intensified by something else.)

GOD that was so long, I'm so sorry. Some other headcanons I have are as follows: she likes sweets a lot. She loves contemporary (or...contemporary to us, at least--she's from the 51st century not the 21st) opera and classical music. (<-Yes, this one is purely self-indulgent.) She's a big Shakespeare fan. She has a favorite pair of super-fuzzy green pajamas that she thinks make her look stupid, but they're so comfy. She takes very hot showers because it helps her Feel Something. One of her favorite pastimes is playing strategy games (both electronic ones or board games), but she absolutely hates chess. Also, she not-infrequently commits petty theft to procure random gifts for her parents and husband. Or for gift exchanges for the Christmas parties she's forced to go to for work at Luna University.

And, lastly, she would have become an archaeologist and/or a professor anyway even if she'd never met the Doctor (this one seems to be...a little contentious). Mainly because she. Doesn't like people telling her what to do. I'm fully convinced that she would have broken away from the Silence on her own eventually, even if it might have taken longer than it did in canon. And she is a very intelligent, analytical person, and she seems to revel in historical knowledge and Finding Cool Objects, which...archeology was always going to be the perfect career for her.

[socialfakes]

crossing enemy lines -connor bedard-

part 8: bonus content!

nhl players x platonic hughes sister

connor bedard x hughes sister

series masterlist

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y/nhughes | from the vault 😂😉 tagged: trevorzegras

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trevorzegras how? | trevorzegras wait, better question. why? | y/nhughes because i know you have one of me so i thought i'd even the playing field a little bit | trevorzegras but i never posted yours 😂

jamie.drysdale so glad you posted this 😂 brightened my day | y/nhughes thanks for the idea jamie 😉 | trevorzegras you're a traitor 😲 | jamie.drysdale IT WAS NOT MY IDEA | jackhughes i distinctly remember you telling my sister to post this 😂 | jamie.drysdale okay stop lying. i never said that | lhughes_06 yup. i remember that too 🤔 | trevorzegras wow. that's heartbreaking | jamie.drysdale I NEVER SAID THAT

user12 why are y'all getting mad at jamie for telling y/n to post it when she's the one who took the picture in the first place 😂 | jamie.drysdale thank you!!! | y/nhughes jamie is just a common enemy at this point. not much i can do 🤷🏻‍♀️ | jamie.drysdale 🥺🥺🥺 | y/nhughes OH NO!!! I'M SORRY JAMIE. I LOVE YOU ❤❤❤ | jamie.drysdale it's okay. you are forgiven | trevorzegras what the hell is going on

user3 this picture is funny enough on its own but the comment section triples the funny factor 😂😂😂 | y/nhughes you had to emphasize that with 3 emojis? 😊 | user3 yes ma'am

jackhughes i actually remember this night. the first one to pass out and start drooling always gets their picture taken 😂 | y/nhughes yeah and if they snore loud, it gets posted online for all the fans to see 😈 | lhughes_06 so glad it wasn't me this time 😅 | _quinnhughes it's never me | trevorzegras i hate all 4 of you 😐 | jackhughes there's no way you hate y/n. especially not with the way you were talking about her like 4 hours ago on the phone | trevorzegras JACK!!! | y/nhughes wait what?!?!? 😱😱 | _connorbedard don't blame you trevor. she's perfect | _connorbedard i mean...WAIT WHAT?!?!?😱😠

user6 how is he so cute when he's sleeping?

user4 the cutest player | y/nhughes false 🙅🏻‍♀️ | jackhughes 'tis i | lhughes_06 no jack. 'tis i | _quinnhughes y'all are clearly not thinking straight. it's me | y/nhughes wrong, more wrong and most wrong | y/nhughes it's clearly nicohischier | nicohischier ❤ | _connorbedard 👀👀

user11 the hughes siblings bring chaos to our world and i am 100% here for it 😂

user8 have you ever thought of dating trevor? | y/nhughes honestly, not gonna lie about it. yes i have thought about dating trevor but that's ancient history at this point | trevorzegras why didn't you tell me? could've treated you like a princess 😂 | y/nhughes sorry trev ❤ i do love you (just not in that way) & i'm in a relationship where he treats me like a queen 😊 | _connorbedard 😊❤

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y/nhughes | my two favorite human beings at the all-star game ❤ tagged: _connorbedard, _quinnhughes

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_connorbedard endless amount of love for you ❤

trevorzegras thought i was your favorite 😔

jackhughes thought you didn't have a favorite sibling 🤨 | y/nhughes i don't...

lhughes_06 well then...guess you don't want that coffee mug that says 'greatest sister ever' | y/nhughes but i am the greatest sister ever 🥺🥺 | lhughes_06 .....yeah you are. can't put you at fault because you have preferences | _quinnhughes don't be jealous lukey 😉

_quinnhughes i love you y/n ❤

jamie.drysdale they're only your favorites because one's your brother & the other one is your boyfriend, right? 🥺 | y/nhughes of course. you're my favorite outside of those 2 ❤ | trevorzegras dude | calemakar wait....thought i was your favorite 🥺 | y/nhughes wait, cale. you are my absolute favorite!! top tier best friend. that means you're above quinn and connor ❤

jackhughes feel like i should point out that i was at the all-star game too 😔 | y/nhughes yes but you didn't play | jackhughes well neither did connor but you still posted him 😂 | _connorbedard guess she just loves me more 🤷🏻‍♂️ | y/nhughes he's my boyfriend so i gotta post him occasionally jack | jackhughes i would like some appreciation once in a while too 🥺 | y/nhughes okay fine. would it make you feel better if i came to visit you and made you your favorite meal? | jackhughes ooh yes please ❤

user12 oh they're both so cute

user7 i don't know who i like more

user14 the one in the blue looks pretty hot 😏 | _quinnhughes thank you 😊 | y/nhughes the one in the red is hotter 😉

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trevorzegras | i hope you enjoy this payback 😂😊 tagged: y/nhughes

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y/nhughes i hope you enjoy hell 😐🙄 | trevorzegras oh i will 😉

jackhughes the only time i enjoy her company | y/nhughes hey fuck you jack

calemakar so cute when she's sleeping 😊 | y/nhughes bitch i'm always cute | calemakar that is true 😏

_connorbedard whose room did you fall asleep in? | y/nhughes luke's | lhughes_06 only because her room is a disaster 😂

_quinnhughes as much as i appreciate embarrassing pictures of my sister, i'm more curious as to why you decided to go into the room while she was sleeping and take her picture 🤨😂 | jackhughes yeah me too | lhughes_06 explain yourself zegras | y/nhughes yeah trevor. explain yourself | trevorzegras why do i have to explain myself when y/n did the same thing not too long ago 😂

colecaufield i will take the blame for this one. it was my idea for him to get his 'revenge' | y/nhughes you are immediately forgiven ❤🥺 | trevorzegras what the heck dude

user3 i love this friendship more than anything 😂

user12 original shipper of hughgras 😂 | y/nhughes 🤨🤨🤨 | user12 you and trevor....hugh(es) and (ze)gras | y/nhughes oh okay....but no. sorry sweetie

calemakar i realize that you always sleep in this position 😂 | _quinnhughes wait... 🤨🤨 | calemakar well she does come to visit me quite often 😂

_connorbedard my love ❤ | _connorbedard gorgeous in any position really 😉😏 | y/nhughes 🤫😊 | jackhughes no...🙈 | lhughes_06 take it back 🙉 | _quinnhughes why did i have to read that 👀🙈

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[the-amazing-wonderss]

hihi!! i hope both of ur guys day is going good! This is my first time requesting so im a little nervous i read ur rules over like ten times (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) can u pls do Kou, Nene, and Hanako reading their s/o a bedtime story >w< ty in advance :3

A/N: Omg hihi its been awhile since we last posted but we're here and alive still~!! Oh and also If it makes you feel any better, this is actually our first ask 😭??? So we're really excited and decided to have both of us write for it, aren't you a lucky anon?! Anyways I hope you like it! ⎯ Mod ☠️ Omg...a request...Hello! ^^ We added Mitsuba to the list, I felt like a silly fella while writing for him. His brain makes me insane. ANYWAY, I actually didn't write angst. I can't remember the last time I did that. Enjoy~ ⎯ Mod👻 (if tumblr eats this again, I will cry)

Content: Fluff, slight angst if you squint in Hanako and Mitsuba's part, no gender mention for reader aside from the word 'prince' and 'princess' being used. Summary: Reading their s/o a bedtime story

Characters: Nene, Hanako, Mitsuba, Kou

A story about a girl who gets saved by her prince, not in an ideal way like she wanted it to be, but nonetheless, still fell for them anyways. ⎯ Once upon a time I had my eyes set out for a fairytale of my own, wanting to feel like a hopeless romantic with the person of my dreams. But to think that the person I've been dreaming of was actually beside me this whole time... Perhaps instead of me, it was them that was hopeless in the end.

It was during when you stayed over at her house and weren't able to sleep, that she suggested she'd tell you some of the latest stories she's been reading about. Some that you've already heard of (either from her already mentioning it before or seeing it in the media) while others not so much.

When NENE talks about her stories she's very enthusiastic about it. Happy to even have someone listening to her rant on and on about something she's been dying to talk about for awhile, but it's even more special when it's her S/O ⎯ especially if they were the ones to ask her first before she even got the chance to herself.

Her stories lean more towards romance for obvious reasons. Loving the tropes to the story is one thing, but another would be because of how she likes to imagine herself in those sort of scenarios. Embarrassed to even admit it out loud, though it's already clear why she likes them so much.

And although at first she was telling the stories to you to get you to fall asleep, it sometimes ends with you staying up a little later due to her getting a tad bit carried away.

Oh but if you do end up falling asleep right before her? You won't ever see or hear about it, unless you were pretending to be asleep, but Nene is definitely the type to give you a shy goodnights kiss. Feeling brave only because you were asleep, but if not, she'd totally cover her face as she fumes at how embarrassing it is to get caught in her sly act.

A story about a commoner boy who had a princess that loved him dearly, despite his backstory and everything he deemed as 'unworthy' of their love, nothing ⎯ not even his words, could sway their view of him. ⎯ Time and time again you run and hide from me. Behind that wall of doubt and insecurities there's something that you clearly don't see in yourself that I adore so much. When will you finally come to terms and see things my way? Love yourself as much as I love you.

It's weird how you decided to nap in the bathroom. Especially his bathroom where he's poking you constantly until you tell him off.

When HANAKO is reading you a story, he has you sleeping and leaning against his shoulder. His hand occasionally shifting your head back in place when he notices you nodding off or about to fall, or maybe even just doing it to use it as an excuse to pat your head ⎯ who knows? Clearly not you.

But the types of stories Hanako tends to read to you depends entirely on his mood. Whenever he's feeling like a jokester, he'd tell you horror stories just to see your scared reaction as you cling onto him ⎯ or when he's feeling a little solemn, he'd tell the sort of fairytale that ends with bad endings to them.

Differing between those two genres the most. But on the more rarer occasions, does he switch it up to something else.

Something odd, something you wouldn't even expect from him. Something ... that perhaps convey how he really feels but is too afraid to admit it out loud? It honestly depends up to you to actually catch onto it. If not? Then you probably won't ever hear that story again from him.

A story where a ghost finds a human and wishes to stand by their side ⎯ A story where death will not part them, for they belong together. ⎯ I keep thinking that I could be good enough for you - that you could love me as more than 'friends', maybe I am a bit selfish for thinking this. Not that I could ever say it to your face.

Someone decided to be nice today and bless you with a sleepover!! At your own house of course.

MITSUBA didn't plan on reading to you but you told him a few stories of your own. He wasn't sure why he did it. Perhaps it was the smile on your face every time you started reading to him, so he returned the favor.

He wasn't sure what to read until he came up with his own idea. A short story about a ghost, since he knew that firsthand. A story with a ghost about falling in love with a human, a story he...

As he told the story, he could see your smile slowly disappear, almost as if you realized he was the ghost in the story.

"The ghost never told them how he felt."

And that was the last thing he said before being engulfed in your arms. He knew this feeling - he's felt it before. That warm feeling.

The feeling of love.

The feeling of an old memory.

A story where the knight doesn't get the girl ⎯ oh...I guess this is a different ending. A story where the knight gets the prince, and they live a happy life. ⎯ I didn't change the ending! This is how it was meant to be! I...I suppose if you prefer for the knight to not fall for the prince then...Huh? You liked it?!

KOU brought a book of short stories over to your house. He was super excited to be able to stay the night.

Unfortunately for him, you had the same book and it just so happened to be your favorite!

Kou told the story as it was written for a bit.

Until he got to the end.

The story was meant to end with the prince marrying a princess but Kou couldn't bring himself to say it. Perhaps it was because he was never the prince. He was always second.

But it seemed that you didn't mind. It does get a bit boring reading the same story over and over again, and you did like listening to Kou talk.

"I'm...really happy you liked it." He says, almost struggling to get the words out as you blush and smile.

Maybe this really was his story, and that's why he rewrote the ending. Well, you can't say it's impossible for that ending to happen.

[otomegrandma]

Just so you know this isn't hate, i'm GENUINELY askin' because i want to understand

Why do you ship togafuka ? Because i can don't really understand the appeal ?

You're free to ignore this text, you don't own me anything, i just want to know (It's kinda my goal to understand everyship i don't ship)

Hello! I don't mind you asking.

from an older curiouscat answer:

I’ve always understood why many people don’t like togafuka or dismiss it outright, and I don’t really take issue with this point of view. I obviously like them, but these are two characters with a lot of issues, and so the way they interact with eachother (or with anyone) is going to be bound up in all that until they change. Actually, in a way I think this is part of why I like the ship - it’s hard to see Byakuya interacting with, for example, Chihiro without feeling bad for Chihiro, and when Makoto is trying to befriend Byakuya I can tell it takes a lot out of him just to be around him, and I want to think Makoto deserves to spend time with someone who respects him more. But because Touko and Byakuya are both nasty people, having them spend time together is kind of like a quarantine, haha. We see in DR1 that both Touko and Byakuya often exclude themselves from the rest of the class, and so they end up “excluded together”

While I like Touko and Byakuya’s interactions during the killing game, the way they are during this period is clearly not conducive to an actual relationship. Even though they seem very different on the surface, however, I think they actually have a lot in common - having difficult childhoods, preferring a blunt way of speaking rather than delicacy, you know. As they change as people independently, I imagine that their relationship to eachother could change as they may begin to see eachother in a different light. I think Touko already sees and thinks of Byakuya a bit differently by DRAE, and as Byakuya becomes better at forming sincere connections with people (which he is incapable of in DR1) he may begin to admire things in her he previously dismissed. (<-this does not necessarily mean he has to return her feelings - they could just be friends, or two people who are otherwise mature enough to exist in eachother's lives without it being a problem. but i think its cooler if he wants to kiss her grossly) To be honest, I also just find them really funny. I like that Touko gets to be a funny female character, and I like that in their dynamic it reveals a bit of Byakuya's gap moe ignorance and he can get flustered. Its fun (and endearing in a mean way) to imagine them bonding over insulting and gossiping about the rest of the cast together.

I also find them to be aesthetically pleasing to draw together; I like the contrast in their designs and mannerisms, and independently they're both the kind of character I find fun to draw (Togami, being a cool, mean, princely guy and Fukawa being a loud, pathetic woman.) "They're my type" wouldn't be enough to explain why I've been obsessed with them for 7 years straight but they're also appealing to me in a way that is kind of obvious in my mind. It didn't take 'digging deep' to make me like them!

[redditreceipts]

Hi! ex radfem cis lesbian back. I saw you asked why I reconsidered my viewpoints, so I will answer:

Firstly, I do want to keep the context in mind that this is simply my experience and very well may just be a me thing.

I gravitated to being a radfem at around middleschool, because I was sexually harrassed by a boy. It gave me the "all men are evil" complex. But I slowly realized I only used my hatred as an excuse not to face my trauma. There are great men in my life, my father and brother are some of my biggest supporters. My brother even tried to beat up the guy who harrassed me lol. The hatred I felt for every male I saw (excluding my family), the fear I felt, made me intensely paranoid and unhappy. I also found it was just wrong. Like anybody, men are not a monolith. Somebody born into a male body is not instantly evil. I've actually been harrassed more (sexually and in general) by females in my life, so I realized the generalization didn't hold up.

Of course, it is obvious that males are more likely to commit violent crimes, even if my personal experience was opposite. But I try these days to see the best in everyone, as not assuming somebody's moral value based on their sex has helped me live a more happy life. When I say I find GC spaces a bit extreme, there are a myriad of blogs who constantly say all men are evil, all men should die...I think that sort of talk is unproductive. Like it or not, males will always exist in humanity. So we should be finding a solution to the social issues and dismantaling patriarchy instead of invoking ire in innocent people (People are more likely to listen if you are nice to them...I have seen many men get mad at the "all men are trash" thing because that would include them, even if they haven't done any wrong. Whether or not it's fair we have have to watch our words doesn't matter -- this is just the proven best way to get others to take your points seriously).

As for the trans stuff, I just don't really care these days. Using different pronouns doesn't affect me as it is just words, so I don't care. Much like men, I view all trans people as individuals and don't develope an opinion on them as people based on identity alone. I find operating in the world this way is just easiest, and helps me not develop a bias. (Also as a GNC lesbian I have been mocked for being "a trans woman" by what would be considered "transphobes" I suppose, because I look like a guy, so I feel how some TERFs try way too hard to point out "obviously trans people" just hurt GNC people. But I know that's not the majority of TERFs.)

That is just trans people however. The trans "movement" (quotes bc it's not technically a movement but you get what I mean, the social atmosphere etc), which is not a person but a common ideal, has a lot of issues. My biggest issue being that it's hard to have actual conversations about it without walking on eggshells. My best friend is trans actually, and 100% accepts her sex. After all, you have to be the opposite sex to be "trans" at all. So even if I was harrasses by a trans woman, I would not think of all trans woman that way, much like how I do not demonize all females because I was harrassed by a handful.

That said - The social class of "men" (not the person or sex, but the way we have normalized socialization and the like) has many issues, and I am 100% for tackling these issues. I think we as a society must be open to talking about things even if we disagree with them or it makes us uncomfortable. Now more than ever we nees loud feminist voices. You may be just a tumblr blog, but one blog can go a long way. Even if I don't 100% agree with every post you make or radfem ideals or whatever, I am very thankful to have people who are not afraid to hold discussions and discourse. I do think the hatred for radfems is unwarranted to the degree it has reached. I wish we could all have civil discussions. So in short: keep posting and keep talking, thank you.

Heyyy! I am first of all really sorry that my answer comes so late, it's because I didn't really have the time and/or energy to read all of the asks I got, so I didn't open yours - I hope that this is not all too late of an answer :)

I guess that you are making various points here. First of all, I understand how the hatred of men can be unproductive in some ways. I agree that for many women, they don't gain anything out of fantasizing about the death of all men or reading stuff about how men suck and are evil. However, I also think that this is useful for some women. I have to say that even though I don't hate all men, this type of rhetoric awoken me out of my non-feminist slumber, and I think that this can be a helpful outlet for many women. I mean if there were any real-world harms proven from this rhetoric, I would obviously be against it, but as for now, I just think that this rhetoric can be useful for some and not so useful for others.

Like my blog. Is it productive to make fun of weirdos on the internet? Some people will probably say that this just makes them angry and depressed, but other people will find something cathartic in those posts and find their own experiences represented for the first time. And for those who find it not to be helpful to read that stuff, I would expect them not to read it

Secondly, I'm glad that the trans stuff doesn't affect you, but I have to say that it affects me (and many others). I'm politically active and have gotten so many creepy comments and abusive behaviour from entitled males who believe that they are women. Where I am politically active, analysis of male socialisation is totally absent and most politically active women are not really safe. I have also been told that I can be non-binary if I don't identify with the gender stereotypes, and I identified with that.

But I guess those weren't really your points, your point was just that those are the reasons for you not to be as active anymore. And that's fine! I obviously hope that you still believe in female empowerment and women's liberation, and you seem to. I'd almost go so far to say that some of your beliefs are still those of a radfem, but maybe you have other stuff to focus on, and that's totally cool ofc!

Also, thank you for saying that about my blog and say hello to your friend from me hahah

[lostonehero]

Dumb idea time!

"Remind me again why we're here?" Tim groans, pulling his coat over his head to block out the desert sun. "Can't we just take Brian at his word?"

Brian chuckles. "As much as I appreciate that thought, I would like to see proof that we do finally die."

"I can't believe my fucking heart lands back on this shit hole." Jonny groans. "I hate this as much as you, Tim."

"Highly doubt that you fuck." Tim huffs.

Marius hands Tim some more water. "To be fair, I didn't think your entire homeworld would be a desert. The majority of planets have different climate zones."

"I love it." Ashes grins. "Fuck me wheres all the debauchery and gambling you always talked about?"

Jonny shrugs. "We are so fucked off in the future I don't fucking know. Raph where the fuck is it?"

Raphealla held a tracker in one hand and pulled Ivy in a tank full of water in the other. "Should be just up ahead in that town."

"We Can Make New Friends!" TS grins that smile it always has.

"It ain't the s- FUCK!" Jonny jumps back as a preteen girl hops out of the sand startling everyone.

The girl stares up at the group, and they stare back at her. She was in traditional New Texan clothes, a loose shirt with overalls clearly handmade. She had a curious gaze in her eyes. Her tail flicked behind her as she studied the group.

Jonny growls and switches to New Texan. "What is a girl doing out in the open? Are you a part of the resistance?"

The girl blinks up at him and giggles. She responds in New Texan. "Old man!" She points at Jonny. "Maybe a few eons ago, old man. Probably shouldn't be traveling out here with that fucked view."

Jonny blinks, and the others stare clearly, not understanding due to the language barrier. "You're a little shit." He grabs the girl by her scruff.

"Jonny! That's a child. You're going to hurt her." Tim goes to interfer along with Ashes and Marius but the girl starts to giggle.

The girl laughs louder.

Jonny switches back to common. "I ain't hurting her. TS does the same shit to me, and it doesn't hurt." He rolls his eyes and looks back to the girl who had stopped laughing and was just smiling. "She, however, is a little shit. Probably here to ambush us and get our guard down."

"So she's a decoy? Pretty young to be a decoy." Brian frowns, stepping closer.

"What did she say to get you all pissy?" Tim snickers pointing to Jonny's lashing tail.

A loud pop and Jonny drop the girl who just shook herself out. His hand was reforming from a clear gunshot. "Like a said an ambush." He pulls out his own gun.

Raphealla lets out a yelp as a boy pops out from the sand right next to her. He was younger in a button-up, and shorts also handmade.

The boy spoke New Texan. "Why are you fucking around with foreigners?" He didn't have a weapon on him.

Jonny growls. "More kids?" He switches back to New Texan. "What the fuck do you fucks want?"

The boy gasps and dives back under the sand and pops out next to the girl. "No way!"

The girl nods, grinning ear to ear.

The boy ignores Jonny as he waves to something off in the distance.

Marius pauses, picking up the boy. "You are heavy for a child of your size and stature."

"Marius, you shouldn't pick up the children." Ivy pokes her head out of her tank, responding dryly.

"Ivy's right. The kids could very well be distracting us from a danger." Brian tries to step forward, but another kid pops out of the sand.

It was another boy in a loose patchwork shirt and shorts. He had a gun on one of his two belts. The belts are actually kind of mimics Jonny's outfit and look completely useless as well. "This is not a part of your game! What the fuck are you doing?"

The girl huffs and points at Jonny , and then the other the boy finally notices.

"Ohhhh." The boy gasps. He looks back at Jonny. "You look sick."

Girl huffs and rushes forward, headbutting him.

Jonny looks a bit offended. He grabs two of the kids close enough to him by the ear. "That's enough. What do you kids want?"

The three exchange glances.

"They seem to want to have some harmless fun." Brian crouched down by the boy Jonny didn't have in his grip. His metal creeked, and he smiled at the kid. "My name is Drumb bot Brian."

"Brian, the kids don't speak common." Tim walked over and crossed his arms.

"I know common!" A fourth child a younger girl pops up startling Ashes.

Jonny let's the two go and pinched his brow. "What the fuck do you brats want?" He was still speaking New Texan.

"Stalling mostly." The girl in the overalls smiles. "Trevor isn't here yet."

"Trevor?" Jonny raised his brow.

"The baby." The boy in the button crossed his arms.

Jonny pauses and nods. "Ok, but why?"

"You guys are new. New Texas don't get visitors to these small towns we ain't a trading port." The boy in a t-shirt huffs, looking annoyed. "You're one of us, but you ain't local."

"Yet!" The youngest girl giggles at a joke. Jonny didn't understand.

Jonny sighs. "Fine, we'll wait, but you little shits tell us about the town and if there's a metal heart displayed."

The other mechs exchange glances as the children giggle.

"Does it tick?" The older girl blinks up innocently.

Jonny nods.

"Is it golden?" The older boy raised his hand.

Jonny nods again.

"We know where it is." The youngest boy Trevor pops out from the sand.

The mechs gasp.

"Can you tell them to stop just appearing from the sand." Ashes huffs.

"How do they do that?" Raphaella hums.

"Sand swimming." The younger girl giggles. "All New Texans can do it."

Jonny nods, switching back to common. "She's right. Also, these kids know where the remains should be."

"You sure?" Tim raised a brow. "They are children. Where are their parents? Kids, this young, shouldn't be left alone."

Marius grins. "I say we follow. Locals know the area better than we do, and they just seem like they wanted to meet us. We are new, and Jonny is the only one native to this planet."

"I really don't like the fact that Marius is the logical one." Jonny huffs.

"Its not like we can't tell if they are lying." Raphaella holds up her tracker. "Besides, it would be faster than fucking around, your heart could be buried for all we know."

Brian and TS have already started to follow the kids.

Tim curses and follows behind. "I guess we're fucking doing this."

Jonny, Raphaella pulling Ivy, Marius, and Ashes also follow.

They head through town but go through to a house on the outskirts of town. In the distance, there's a hammock set up on the porch, and someone seems to be inside of it. There's a soft sound of a harmonica, and the hammock sways softly.

The girl who could speak common waves her hands. "Wait here!" She motions to her siblings who run up together to the hammock.

"Weird place to keep my heart." Jonny raised a brow.

"That guy could be using it like jewelry." Ashes hums. "Wouldn't be the first time someone melted down our mechanisms and made jewelry."

"Isn't that a little on the nose?" Tim sighs. "Death by irony."

"It would be a fitting end." Ivy muses.

"Oh, whoever is in the hammock got up." Raphaella smiles. "The keeper of our answers. I will experiment on him once we get answers."

Brian shakes his head. "How about we just leave in peace?"

"Make A New Friend!" TS grins.

"Actually, he looks kind of familair." Tim raised a brow as the man got close enough everyone could see him and the kids crowded behind him.

"I would hope so." The man had the same voice as Jonny. He shared the same facial markings minus the makeup to make them darker. His hair was longer in a ponytail. His horns were long no longer being cut short. He has a bit of facial hair, but he looks to shave normally. He had earrings in both ears, and he was in loose clothing that barely hid how muscular and healthy he looked.

Jonny froze, staring at himself. He was healthy, he didn't look sick, he probably had proper food and wasn't isloated. He realized with his blood going cold what this meant. "We don't die."

"DTTM isn't the ending you think it is." The man yawns, scratching his chin. "Before we come to revelations, oldest to youngest, Thomas, Sallie Mae, Alexander, Janet, and Trevor."

Jonny pauses for a moment. "I have fucking kids?"

The mechs stare at Jonny, then the man.

The man nods. "Not excatly on purpose, but shit happens." He smiles as the kids giggle around him. "Come on, I'll set up some tea, and you brats better behave."

More giggles as this older Jonny motions for them to follow so they can talk inside.

......

Future Jonny sighs as he sets out tea for everyone, including TS. His children aren't at the table, but they are nearby watching from the couch they all squished themselves on. The table was big made of pure stone, and children drawings are all scribbled on it. "You don't have to be polite. My brats have heard it all. I don't hide things from them, told them every gorey little detail. Mae even has a game where she tries to sneak up and kill me by surprise. She hasn't yet, but she is improving."

"Ha!" Mae pumps her fist.

"Fuck you." Thomas hisses.

"Dad, if they fight, can I make lunch?" Trevor looks bored at his siblinhs literally butting heads.

"No, it's Alex's turn, Trevor." Future Jonny takes a seat. "Also, you two fucking outside if you're going to fight."

Mae and Thomas stopped almost immediately.

"That's what I thought." Future Jonny sighs and scratches his beard. "Alright, let me have it."

Ashes surprisingly is the one to break the silence. "How can you tell your so-called kids everything? Jonny, they're children they shouldnt have to know the horrors of the world."

Future Jonny holds his hand up and sighs. He takes a sip of his tea and places his mug down. "First, they are my kids, I have both sexes like all New Texans. Second, I'm not going to lie to my kids. The weapons are necessary. We can't just farm food here, we cant domesticate the creatures that live here, I've tried." He takes another sip. "Its been far longer than you think it has been, and yes, I had them by accident, but I'm not just going to let them be defenseless."

"They're kids." Tim echoes, looking at the five staring at them from the couch. "They deserve to go to school, have friends, and just be kids."

"We have friends dipshit." Janet sticks her tongue out.

"Not you." Trevor snickers.

Janet gasps. "Fuck you."

"We also do go to school." Thomas hums. "The teachers don't like that I correct them."

"The teachers don't like you because you keep taking dad's harmonica and playing in the middle of class." Mae rolls her eyes. "The teachers don't like me because I'm better at math than they are."

"Also, they can't find you because you keep sneaking into the older kids' classes." Alex raised a brow.

"Says the one who created a gambling ring and a fight ring." Janet crossed her arms.

"It's not a fight ring! It's a headbutting ring. If you're going to be a snitch, be right about it." Alex huffs.

Future Jonny pinched his brow. "Will you brats stop before one of you tells me something I shouldn't know."

"Damn, I thought you didn't know I took your harmonica." Thomas snaps.

"Thomas, you haven't been taking my harmonica. I got you your own and carved it to look like mine." Future Jonny pulls out a harmonica from his pocket.

"I told you so!" Mae punches Thomas's shoulder.

Thomas growls. "Not fair."

"Life isn't fair." Future Jonny rolls his eyes. "Did you really think I would homeschool?" He sighs. "Trevor, don't raise your hand. What do you want?"

"What is uh... Miss. Ivy in?" Trevor points at Ivy, who was lounging in a large metal tank that Brian and TS brought inside.

Ivy tilts her head. "It's a water tank, I am a semi aquatic species."

"That's all water?" Trevor gasps, and his pupils widen.

Future Jonny has a small smile. "I ain't asking for you."

"Asking me what?" Ivy raised a brow.

Trevor had a blush on his cheeks. "Um... Can I... Can I touch the water?"

"I don't see why not." Ivy motions for the youngest to come over. She holds out her hand when he does and accidently splashes him.

Trevor makes a face like he swallowed a lemon and hissed like an angry cat. His tail at the end where all the fur was puffed out and lashing back and forth. "No!" He skitters back to the couch growling.

Future Jonny giggles. "Did you learn something?"

Trevor growls. "Why is it weird, and it doesn't feel good. I don't like it."

Ivy blinks. "It's just water. I didn't mean to splash you."

"Aha, that makes sense. You don't get rain or anything like that here." Marius hums.

Both Jonnys nod.

Future Jonny hums. "Now, does anyone else want to feel what water is?"

The five hiss.

"Ok now, as you guys were saying." Future Jonny takes another sip of his tea.

"They like... us?" Jonny looked over to the five.

"Fuck if I know i'm just trying to keep them from killing themselves." Future Jonny sighs leaning back. "The brats will leave when they turn 16."

"16?" Tim raised a brow. "They won't even be adults."

"Yes, they will." Future Jonny mirrored the confused look. "How old are humans when they become adults?"

"18? Wait, stop, how old were you when the doctor put that heart in?" Tim looked genuinely concerned.

"22." Both Jonnys answered at once.

Jonny frowns. "How old did you think we were?"

Tim pauses. "That seems like a loaded question."

"Does it really matter?" Future Jonny scratches his chin. "None of us are the same species. We all have different rates of growth. Age 16 for New Texans starts adukthood and college. If you go that route. We live to about 120 and don't really start showing our age till like mid-70s. Despite the quick biology lesson, who else wants to tell me how awful I am for having kids of my own."

"Well, I disagree." Marius grins, looking back at the kids. "They all seem happy and healthy, and you look healthy too. I didn't even recognize you. Although I do have one question. Will you let them space travel?"

Future Jonny raised a brow. "What part of when they're 16 they will probably leave don't you understand? Once their adults, they can do whatever they please. Right now, I'm just keeping them alive."

TS tilted its head. "They Seem Upset When You Say That Old Chap."

"They shouldn't be. I know I can't do right by them." Future Jonny swirls his mug of tea and sighs. "I ain't a good dad. They tolerate me at best."

There was an uneasy and uncomfortable silence over the house.

The kids look at each other and nod.

"What happened to Carmillia?" Thomas waves his hand.

"Do you think she's really dead if dad didn't die after DTTM?" Mae chirped after.

"And if dad didn't die, does that mean you guys don't either?" Alex continues.

"If you guys aren't dead, what do you think you're doing?" Janet hums.

"Are you going to look for the other yous as well?" Trevir finishes.

Raphealla hums, speaking up as her wings stretched out. "You guys sure know how to ask questions." She pauses. "Carmillia is dead." Her tone didn't leave room for an argument.

"I suppose if Jonny ended up here after he was shot for his supposed final death, then we would end up back on our home planets." Marius frowns. "I wonder what happens to Lyf he isnt immortal by our means." He traces his flesh fingers against the scar left by Lyf on his meal arm.

"Is my homeworld still around, and where is it?" Brian blinks clearly, never considering this. "I wouldn't know. I have no memories from before this."

"How... uh..." Tim frowns, crossing his arms. "How did you end up back here?"

Future Jonny shrugs. "Fuck if I know. All I know is that I woke up in the remains of Carmillia's old lab here, probably a few decades from how much the sand had eaten it. That's..." He furrows his brows. "Fuck I really dont know how long ago that was. I've been busy, the kids are a recent development, the oldest are only 13."

"Still immortal." Jonny frowns, looking at the kids.

"Fuck you. Dad promised he's gonna bury us when we die." Mae scowls. "And I for one like the idea."

"I still say he should dry us out and hang our bodies like decorations." Janet mumbles.

"Why are you so fucking weird?" Alex scoffs. "I want my bones to be dice."

"You're both weird." Thomas huffs.

"You're boring, Mr. I want to be burned on a pyre." Janet sticks her tongue out.

"I want to be launched into space." Trevor hums. "So I can fuck with people traveling in space."

"But you wouldn't know that. You'll be dead." Mae raised her brow.

"Well it's the thought that counts." Trevor rolls his eyes.

"It's a dumb thought." Mae scoffs.

"Why are you all so morbid?" Tim just stares.

"We ain't morbid. We will die eventually and when we do it would be funny to have us still fuck with people." Alex hums. "Besides, it won't happen for a while unless something dumb happens."

"Yeah, like Thomas losing his temper and getting himself killed." Mae snickers.

Thomas growls. "I hate you."

"Well, it could also be Alex who makes a bad bet." Trevor motions with his hands.

Alex nods. "Fair point."

"Or we could just fucking slip and break our neck in some weird scenario. We ain't special." Janet hums softly. "We aren't cursed or experimented on, so we get an ending. Dad doesn't, but he is going to make sure we get a proper post ending."

"But seriously, yours is weird." Mae makes a face.

"Why am I the weird one? You want something boring and normal." Janet scoffs.

"Are you going to stop them?" Ivy looked actually kind of concerned.

Future Jonny shakes his head. "They have this argument like once a week. They think they're clever and think it distracts me. It doesn't, but it is kind of cute." He gets up and grabs the tea pot and pours himself more tea. "I haven't left New Texas since I came back here, so I can't answer any of your questions. I'm not unhappy to be fair. It's actually peaceful, and I think I'm ok with that."

The mechs stare at future Jonny.

"Although it's amusing how you think this is enough of a distraction to try to sneak up on me Hammerhead." Future Jonny takes a long drink. "You also know the rules, no game in the house."

Mae makes a confused noise. "Dad, I'm on the couch. Are you going crazy because a younger version of you is here?"

Future Jonny pauses and looks to the mechs who look equally confused. He then looks up to a woman with a sheepish smile clinging to a ceiling beam. He takes another sip of his tea and hums. "Want to try that again?"

The woman huffs and lets go landing on her feet, startling everyone besides Future Jonny. "I had a good feeling about that one, too."

"Points for coming in when Brian and TS were dragging Ivy inside, but you did drop this." Future Jonny holds out a golden ring. "If you're going to wear a ring on your tail, make sure it's sized properly."

The woman snatches it back from him. "It's a replacement. I haven't had the time to resize it." She wore goggles nearly identical to the ones around future Jonny's neck across her face. She was in patchwork overalls. She takes the mug from the future Jonny, and he doesn't even blink as she drains the cup. "You're not done."

"Wait who -" Jonny is silenced by his future self.

"Cute cloak, Alex, but I distinctly recall you wanted to be burned and turned into playing cards." Future Jonny smirks.

"Motherfucker." Alex grabs something from their neck and there's an adult in their place. "I even got my old voice right." They huff. "Bribed little me for no reason."

"Oh! Where am I?" Thomas gasps.

"You're boring." The woman snickers.

"I'm not boring. I'm just not an idiot." A man leans through the open kitchen window. "I told you this wouldn't work." Little Alex was on his back, giggling and waving. "Keep going." He waves his hand.

"Thomas." Future Jonny laughs as the mechs look shocked. "Now Trevor followed Mae inside, but he tried to hide in his old room, and I could see your tail sticking out from the door."

"I got distracted." A man sighs, stepping out clearly, looking incredibly different with his bright blue eyes and three tails. "One left."

"Janet isn't even trying." Future Jonny pinched his brow, pointing at a different woman hanging upside-down munching on a bag of chips.

"I'm honestly surprised nobody noticed I wasn't being quiet. Granted, the ceiling is pretty high, but not that high." The woman holds out the bag of chips that little Janet hops up to grab them. She drops down, also landing on her feet. "Mae's right. You guys suck at this."

"Now, Thomas explain." Future Jonny rubs his temples.

"You're not going to like it." Future Thomas crossed his arms.

Raphealla hums. "Carmillia got you guys, and she isn't actually dead."

Both Jonnys look horrified and disgusted.

"No.... I mean, she isn't dead, but she didn't touch us." Adult Thomas pauses for a moment. "There is a better way to phrase that, but whatever. So technically half right." He hums. "So you see how these guys are here? It's like that but with us, and you guys... the future Aurora is here and everyone on that."

Future Jonny crossed his arms. "Did I ask that?"

Adult Thomas flinched. "No."

"Now answer the question." Future Jonny sighs. "We both know it doesn't matter, but while you're here, I would like to know."

Adult Thomas stands up straight. "The gods won't let us die. So we've been fucking around for awhile." He groans. "Fine. It's been a lot longer than a while. That's semantics at this point, right?" He frowns as the others giggle. "Fucking fine we're here because it's a weird point in time and we wanted to know why."

Adult Mae snickers. "Wrong again."

"The fuck do you mean I'm wrong?" Adult Thomas growls.

Adult Mae points to her ear.

Adult Thomas pauses and curses. He tugs at the black tag on his ear. "Obviously, I know..."

"You're a fucking idiot. Thomas, your wedding mark." Adult Mae covers her face and groans.

"Oh...." Thomas covers his face and groans. "Fuck I'm an idiot."

A few of the mechs giggle. Jonny was grinning. The children were giggling as well.

Future Jonny nods with a small smile. "And you aren't off the hook either, Mae. I know that's a human wedding ring, and Trevor, I know you have a mark too." He sighs. "I honestly don't care why you're here, how you're here, or what happened. I just want to know that you're happy."

Adult Thomas's ears grow red. "I uh..."

"So we all survive past DTTM." Ivy pauses. "None of us will recall this."

"Nope." Adult Mae says with a pop. "Well, that's not entirely true. The ones most in the future will."

"Universe is fucking lazy." Adult Alex hums from the couch. "Also, I'm allowed to change my answer. I want to make that clear. Bone dice is pretty great."

Future Jonny snickers.

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The Snake's Nest

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

House: Unspecified

Warnings: A snake reveals dark thoughts. If you genuinely don't like/ are wary of snakes this is not an easy read. Choose what's best for yourself, of course.

Word Count: 1874

Summary: Draco finds out Fem!Reader speaks Parceltongue and has a very enlightening and humbling conversation with a snake

Reader's Point Of View

Draco and I are taking our daily mid-morning walk down this well-beaten trail and the trees around us are so lush green it couldn't have been anything except Springtime. I hear the tweets of birds in the distance and there's a cool breeze caressing my cheeks and neck, pushing my hair back as if combing it. I look up at the sky, there are fluffy white clouds slowly passing us overhead. Through a break in the trees I see a couple ducks swimming around and dunking themselves upside down in a small pond, their little orange feet kicking before surfacing again, water droplets running down their back. Draco and I take a turn around a beautiful old tree. The tree's trunk is so large and the roots run so deep I know it's got some stories to tell. I admire the brown bark before averting my eyes to the trail ahead.

"Pssssst." I feel a nudge in my mind. I look at Draco to see if he's trying to get my attention. He's observing our surroundings silently. I drop my momentary confusion and push on.

I hear some mumbling and I can only make out a word or two here and there.

"Hm? What did you say?" I ask Draco, suddenly.

"Nothing? I haven't said anything for the last twenty minutes." He looks at me in confusion. I blink. "Right." I say, looking at the ground to our left. Hidden in the weeds is a snake, it's keen eyes locked on me. I felt a nudge in my mind again. He wants to talk.

"That was... odd. Did you hear something?" Draco looks at me, his instinct sharp as ever, and his gaze penetrating like usual. He knows I'm hiding something just by looking at my face. He won't stop prying until he gets an answer.

"Fine." I sigh, looking at the snake slowly making it's way toward us. I guess he won't quit until he gets his way either. No wonder Draco's in Slytherin. He has much in common with actual snakes.

He notices the snake heading our way, eyeing it with interest. "That's unusual behavior, isn't it?" He points at the snake, now only a foot away, staring intently at me again, its hisses quietly reaching my ears. Draco looks at me. "It's looking at you..." He pressed, getting annoyed with the lack of answers. "Well speak, I know you're withholding something." I look at him and the snake, both sets of eyes giving me the same look.

"Fine. He wants to talk." I gesture toward the snake. Draco laughs "That's ridiculous. Only a Parseltongue could... oh?" Draco watches me intently, his lips parted in shock. Swallowing hard he asks, "Do you understand him...?" He glances over at the snake. I nod. He steps back, eyeing me with a mix of disbelief and grudging admiration. "So you can hear it...?"

"Yes, if I listen." Deciding to be straightforward. "He's trying to communicate, that's why he's made his way over here. He won't stop until he gets what he wants, much like you." I say and Draco lets out a barking laugh.

"Well, go on! What's he saying?" Reaching out mentally to the snake, I feel a gentle press in my mind. We are now sharing the same head space.

"You wanted to speak?" I say out loud, calmly. The snake nods, making Draco's eyes nearly pop out of his head.

"Took you long enough." The snake says impatiently. I chuckle, he's a juvenile snake for sure. Teenage attitude and all. I sit on the floor in front of the snake, cross-legged.

"I apologize. He's not familiar with this, and I didn't want to scare him." I tell the snake. Draco scoffs upon hearing me. "Scare me she says' he grumbles, annoyed. The snake peers at Draco suddenly, and I hear a sharp intake of breath from the boy.

"Should I scare him?" The snake asks me, hissing out loud in Draco's direction. I laugh at the snake's mischievous streak.

"No. He's quite frightened as it is" I say, hearing another scoff from Draco, he has subconsciously taken two long strides away from the snake and I.

"What did you want to tell me?" I ask, getting the snake's attention again.

"Tell him that he nearly stepped on my nest and I didn't appreciate it." He hisses in Draco's direction, earning a small gasp from the blonde boy. The snake send as image of his nest's location in my head so I can see for myself. I nod at the snake and turn to Draco, his face is extra pale.

"He said you almost stepped on his nest." I point at the broken stick-leaf-weed pile at the base of the tree we passed mere moments ago.

"Oh! Apologies. I didn't see it" Draco says anxiously. The snake looks at him and then back at me, seeming satisfied with the apology. I get ready to pull back, standing up and dusting off my jeans, when the snake added, "And tell him to stop being such an arrogant prick that is so obsessed with himself he doesn't even watch where he's going." I received an image from him that showed Draco as a giant, stepping on ant hills, ruining rabbit burrows and messing up gopher holes. 'You really want me to say that? Even explain the image?' I thought to the snake. I received a resounding yes immediately.

"The snake wants me to tell you something else..." I start, looking at Draco. He looks at me with a wary expression then nods reluctantly.

"He said you need to stop being an arrogant prick that is so obsessed with yourself you don't watch where you're going. He sent me a few memories he has of you stepping on ant hills, crushing the roof of rabbit burrows and closing off gopher holes by kicking dirt over them." Draco's jaw drops entirely, almost hitting the floor.

"Blimey he has memories of me doing that?" Draco asks me, still in disbelief.

"He does." I confirm. He looks at the snake with huge eyes and furrowed brows, mouth a little slack. The snake is staring at him, hissing again. Draco takes another three steps back. Then, an idea crosses his face. I try to part with the snake, again, but I was stopped by another one. Draco. "Wait!" He says quickly.

"What, Dragon? He's satisfied with your apology. He got his point across." I say calmly.

"I want to ask him something." Draco said, taking a step forward, regaining his courage. I quickly ask the snake if that was okay, and the snake consented.

"What do you want to ask him?" I stand, walking to Draco, the snake begins sliding up my leg and up to my arm where he gently wraps himself. Once settled, the snake pushes his neck up higher, meeting Draco's eyes. I smirked, giving the snake a slow caress down its back. The snake gives one affectionate squeeze and then releases, holding on gently to keep his balance. Upon seeing the snake eye-level with him at this close proximity- Draco stutters out, "Nuh-nevermind!" with a strained voice. I feel the snake's thrill of getting a fearful response in my head. "You better ask while you have the chance. You don't get to speak to snakes that often." I press, the snake bobs its head once, up and down, never taking his eyes off Draco's.

"Ask it... ask it if it would..." he breaks off, not sure he wants to know the answer anymore. The snake slithers back up my arm- wrapping it's body around the back of my neck and keeping its head level with mine. Draco seems to feel better upon receiving some space, so he says, stronger this time, "Ask him if he would bite me if given the chance." I glance over at the snake and then back at Draco.

"Are you sure you want to know?" I prod.

"Yes" he says promptly, watching as I make brief eye contact with the snake, awaiting the answer. The snakes mental image shifts, showing a clear flash of it's fangs extending, and transmits a single thought, "Yes". Though there was no malice in the response, just raw instinct. Making eye contact with Draco I say,

"The snake showed me its fangs extending, and told me yes it would bite you if given the chance. That's his instinct." A slight shiver runs down Draco's spine despite himself, but he maintains his composed facade.

"Well..." he says, managing a cocky smirk "At least he's honest." He pauses, thinking. "Ask him if he is able to differentiate between a controlled bite and a random attack?" Draco looks at the snake now.

I translate the question. The snake ponders this, its mental image contorting until he transmits a new thought "Yes, able." He then shows a clear distinction between a random bite and a deliberate, calculated strike under control. I communicate this to Draco, and he listened intently.

"I see. Ask him if he were to bite me, would he try to kill me or merely injure?" After I translated, the snake's mental image darkened briefly, a primal hunger flashing through its thoughts. It emits a brief response- "Kill. Instinct." He shows me a clear intent to deliver a deadly strike, never would he deliver just a warning bite. The thought had been laced with unsettling finality. I felt the snake begin to get agitated.

"I think he has had enough of our questions" I chuckle nervously. "He's shown me pretty clearly that he doesn't bite unless his intent is to kill."

Draco's expression turns thoughtful, his eyes flickering to the snake with a newfound wariness. "One final question. Ask him if he considers me prey." He said with finality, his tone clearly stubborn and there was no point arguing against it.

"Fine, Dragon. This is your last one." I reach into the snake's mind again, asking Draco's final question. The snake's mental image shifts to Draco, examining him as if he needed sustenance, and Draco happened to be the prey nearby "Yes. Warm-blooded. Flesh. Blood." Showing me a mental image of him stalking Draco, striking and wrapping around him to constrict. I suddenly become very aware the snake is still wrapped around the back of my neck.

"Okaaaay... That's enough..." I chuckle nervously, "He is vividly imagining how he would kill you and how appetizing you would be to him had he wanted to eat you." I thank the snake for his time and point my arm to the ground for him to slide off easily. The snake unwrapped himself from around my neck, slithering down my arm to the floor. Once there, he turned to Draco directly, with one final parting thought. Draco steps away from the snake and subconsciously closer to me, "Is he... not finished?" He gulped. I laughed at the snake's final remark and watched as he slithered towards his nest again.

"He said to watch your steps next time you're here." I laugh. A threat and advice at the same time. He runs his hand through his hair nonchalantly, trying to hide the fact that he found the conversation disconcerting.

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