#i liked to do a little lighthearted joke bullying with him

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: noncon/dubcon, bullying, reader wears glasses

♡ gn reader

Thinking about jock bully hunting you down after the bell rings...

You hurry – haphazardously shoving your books and pens into your bag before slinging it over your shoulder – ready to get out before the chimes are even done singing.

Thankfully, it seemed fine for now as you couldn't hear the roaring of buzzing students in the hallway just yet, only your own class packing up their belongings with movements rather lazy compared to yours. 

But you couldn't afford to take your time – even with the free period following the end of your class. You needed to leave before he could find you.

"Where’ you off to in such a hurry, Specs?"

You ought to have knocked on wood before finishing your thought – you admonished yourself with eyes squeezed tightly shut and a punishing bite to your lower lip.

It's funny – you winced – how his voice is so casual, so breezy and laidback, all cool and friendly – funny how it sends such spiky goosebumps down your spine.

You ignore him, trying to squeeze past him – quick and dexterous as you attempt to slip away and disappear out the door – maybe be so lucky to lose him in the crowd.

"Whoa, whoa- you tryna run off on me?" He joked. His large hands held up to block your way. 

You watch the rest of your classmates leave – leaving you to fend for yourself. But you couldn't really blame them… none of you wanted to explain new bruises to worried parents at home.

He was like a shark circling, and if he smelt blood in the water, you were as good as done for. And you were like an open cut.

"Now, what did I do to deserve a disappearing act, huh?" He pouted. His head tilted, blocking out the lights in the ceiling, shadowing his already scary face. 

You nearly squeaked instead of speaking. "Please- I- I-"

"Calm down, will yah?" He dismissed. Flashing you a wide smile – the one that nearly fooled you into believing he was a good and decent guy. "I ain't come to pick on yah…"

You didn't listen. Once again, you bravely tried to push past him with your bag squeezed tightly to your chest – trying to rush to the door.

But his size was like the door itself. Big and squared. Muscly and tough as he blocked your way effortlessly. Though, no less bothered with your insistent attempt at running away from him.

"Now, when I tell you to do something-" He laughed passive-aggressively as his hand reached out to clutch the handle on your bag, yanking you back. "You should perk up and listen, yeah? Use that head of yours for something useful for once."

His knee rode up between your thighs – making you whimper where you stood, caged between his thick arms and the desk behind you.

"Wouldn't wanna make me angry now, do yah?"

His breath tickled your face, and you bowed your head under his gaze – unable to take your eyes off of the veins flexing along his beefy arms as his large hands gripped the table’s edge, sleeves rolled up like usual – the sight of his knuckles whitening, making you queasy with unease.

You tried ducking away once again. "Please, I need to-"

But he just clicked his tongue at the measle effort. Cutting you off yet again. 

"You don't need to do anything but stand here and entertain me." He decided with a voice a bit more biting than before.

You jolted, your eyes round and wide as you looked back up into his glare.

He laughed out a lighthearted chuckle before his hand broke off from marring the desk – scratching the back of his neck with an apologetic smile – serving a small effort at easing your worries where you stood tense and rigid in your place in front of him.

"Thing is…” He started once again, his tone back to normal – or whatever he wanted you to think was his normal. “Coach is gonna kick me off the team if I don’t get my grades in order.” He explained. “So’s thinkin’ since you’re such a good little nerd, you wouldn’t mind helpin’ me out.”

His hand reached out to tickle your chin.

“M’sure havin’ a cute little nerd-tutor like you is exactly what I need.”

Your throat was so tight you thought you might just choke. “I don’t-”

“Good!” He boasted over your pitiful protest. “Since y’got nothin’ better to do, how ‘bout we just head straight for my dorm right now?” He asked – though you knew better than to think it was a question. “Le’me carry that for yah-”

He yanked your backpack from your chest, ripping it out of the tight hug before throwing it over his own shoulder.

“I can carry you too if yah want?” He posed – smirk loud on his face as he placed his large paws at your waist – followed quickly by you shooting your arms forward to shove him off in protest.

But though you thought you���d put in some strength behind it, the boy in front didn’t budge at all. 

He just arched a brow as though asking if that was really all you had. And you hoped dearly he couldn’t see how the stiff muscles of his shredded chest had actually strained your wrists instead.

“What do you say, short stuff?” He leaned in, his breath foggy on your glasses and hot on your cheeks, as his hands clawed themselves into the fat of your waist, pulling you off your feet just a bit.

“N- no, thank you.” You stuttered out, stumbling a bit as you braced yourself against him. Your eyes squished close as you bowed your head away from him in a mix of fear and embarrassment while you suppressed the mortifying feeling of nearly pissing yourself.

But the tall boy realized little of your inner turmoil – rather enjoying it as he scoffed out an amused laugh at you. “A'ight then, come on.”

He yanked you along – his large paw gripping your arm as you struggled to keep up with his long strides. Nearly needing to resort to jogging where you otherwise tripped when the gap between the two of you became so large you had to skip a step or two to catch up – and before you even realized it, you were already standing outside the boy’s dorm waiting for him to find his keys.

He unlocked the door and welcomed you inside with the same grace of a warden showing a prisoner to their cell – with the weight and breadth of his warm hand on the small of your back as he nudged you inside.

The room had an overwhelming dank scent of both bodyspray and sweat and other things you’d only expect to smell in a boy’s locker room.

“Yo.” Came another voice from inside.

“Sup, roomie.” Your bully replied lazily. Grinning at how you gripped his shirt, all but jumping into hiding behind him. 

You’re cute…

“Who’s that you got there?” His friend arched a brow at you, where you peaked at him from behind your bully’s sleeve.

“I’mma need the room.” He announced, not really answering the question.

The roommate then scoffed with a grin, beholding you with slim eyes for a moment, then scoffed once more before he got up to leave.

“Don’t hit the books too hard – Coach’ll have your ass if you don’t bring your A-game later.” He warned, pulling his gym bag up on his shoulder as he excused himself.

You looked around once he was gone, spotting dumbbells and other equipment – and quickly realized how there must be many more muscles beneath his shirt than what you’d already borne witness. 

“So- uhm-” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you awkwardly turned to the boy. “Where're your books?”

Your bully smiled, taking a casual step toward you. “My books?” He asked, nowhere near even trying to sound the least bit genuinely confused.

“Your- uhm...” You paused, feeling uneasy. “Textbooks?”

His smile sharpened. “That’s cute.” He mocked sweetly while buttoning up the small black buttons of his white uniform shirt, giving a flash of those muscles you’d been anxiously anticipating. “You actually thought we were gonna study?”

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Kirishima, Shigaraki, Dabi, Hawks ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Geto, Gojo, Naoya, Toji ♡ HQ – Kuro, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Sakusa, Miya twins, Tendou, Ukai ♡ AOT – Eren ♡ DS – Akaza, Sanemi ♡ WB – Togame

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

Full fic with smut available here:

[yjhzies]

“Favourite.” — Choi Seungcheol

⸝⸝୭ ˚. fluff . one-shot . cute

⋆ pairings : dad!seungcheol x f!reader ⋆ warning : none! (let me know if there is ^^) ⋆ wc : 0.5k [✉️] · What could be worse than not being his own little babygirl's favourite? According to Seungcheol.

⋆ - note : yes I'm back after like one month<3.... BUT THIS IS THE FIRST DAD FIC IVE WRITTEN ^^ hope you enjoy it!

"Why? don't you like daddy?"

"No, no!"

You heard your shared bedroom filled with the sounds of your husband and daughter having a lighthearted argument. You slightly open the door and peek inside.

"What's going on?" As you ask, Seungcheol turns to face you with a pouty and sulky expression on his face.

He sat on the floor, holding your daughter in his lap while she played with her father's hair.

"Baby..." Seungcheol, your husband and the father of the little girl in his arms, pouted. You couldn't really make out who was the little kid here. The man, or the actual child?

You chuckle as you approach them and take a seat on the floor next to them. "What's wrong?"

The little girl, who was too busy messing with his hair, could not care less about what was going on around her. He sighed and looked at the her. "Sweetheart, who do you think is better? me or mommy?"

"Mommy!" The little girl chirped, finally turning to face you. With a giggle, she pushed herself free from Cheol's grasp and climbed onto your lap.

"Awh, you think I'm better?" You coo, and your daughter nods as she hugs you. Meanwhile, the man next to you was frowning.

"Not fair..." he mumbled, and turned to face both of you.

"But I let you to play with my hair, sweetheart," Seungcheol said, taking his daughter's tiny hand in his. His grip was so gentle, as if he was holding a light feather. And it melted your heart slowly.

"But I like the cookies mommy makes!" With a frown on her face, the little girl spoke. Seungcheol scooted closer to you, and looked at her with pleading eyes. But he couldn't help the way his pout faded into a faint smile at the sight of his daughter adorable frown. "I can also learn to bake cookies for you, better ones!"

You scoff playfully, "Dad can't bake better cookies than me, alright?"

Seungcheol huffed, wrapping his arm around your waist and snuggling on your side, his cheek squished against your shoulders.

"Now I got both of my girls against me," he sighed, shaking his head as he pouted.

"Too bad~" Your daughter cooed playfully, and Cheol gasped.

"Look, our daughter has learned to bully me now..."

You were enjoying the playful banter. You were enjoying Seungcheol's willingness to give up anything if it meant his daughter would choose him. You loved how soft he was for you and especially his daughter.

"Awh, look sweetheart, you made dad upset." You say, and the little girl, confused, glances between you and Cheol. She took her time processing what was going on in her tiny brain before reaching out to Seungcheol, who was burying his face in your shoulder.

"Sorry, I'm sorry..." She pouted and crawled into her father's lap, wrapping her tiny arms around his neck and hugging him.

Seungcheol didn't know whether to scream from the cuteness aggression, or just cry. But he hugged her back. His grip firm but gentle. The little girl patted his back, and he smiled at you.

"I see, I'm no longer favourite. Neither you or your dad." You joke, smiling at the sight of your husband and daughter. Seungcheol moves closer to you, wrapping his other arm around your waist.

"No, I have my two favourite girls. You and this little girl." He smiled, kissing the top of your head.

[kitasgloves]

comforting your insecure bf

part 1 . part 3 . part 4

— ♬ NSFW, MINORS DNI, gn reader, based on this post

— ♬ Tendou Satori

Growing up, Tendou Satori didn't have anyone to rely on until he reached high school where he met his teammates on the volleyball team and his best friend Ushijima Wakatoshi. Having experienced bullying in middle school, he created doubts he'll find someone who will love him.

Until he graduates college and moves to France, Tendou becomes a profound chocolatier and sells his chocolates in Paris. It seemed fate had planned it when you walked into his shop and purchased a box of his famous sweets. The way you smiled at him was sweeter than any chocolate Tendou has tasted. He was too stunned to even ask for your name before you walked out of his shop. Tendou had a serious sweet tooth because he was craving for your smile.

Fate has heeded his longing because you returned to his shop again with that sweet smile of yours, by then Tendou dared to ask for your name. Your visits have become frequent, on the third visit he makes you smile, the fourth he makes you laugh, on the fifth he asks for your number, and on the sixth you ask him out on a date.

It appeared so ideal, falling in love with a sweet chocolatier in Paris. Tendou stole your heart with his precious humor and his earnest feelings. Everything looked perfect the moment you and the chocolatier became a couple. Tendou thought he was contented, letting you move in with him. But then he believed everything was moving too fast, you two went beyond kissing and before he knew it he was overwhelmed.

However, he doesn't have the heart to tell you. He's afraid that if he did, you'd give him some space and he doesn't want that. He doesn't want you to be out of his reach, he doesn't want you to leave him. Because Tendou believes he'll never find someone who'll love a weirdo like him. He's already skeptical if you're genuinely in love with him. Even as an adult, he's still bothered by the looks people give him when he's with you. He knows what they're thinking.

What is a weirdo like him doing with someone beautiful like you?

"Satori? Are okay, chérie?"

Tendou blinks and awkwardly smiles at you while nodding. His eyes returned to the television screen but his mind was elsewhere. And you can tell, for the past few days, Tendou has been acting out of his character. He stopped telling you jokes and making chocolates with you. Something was bothering him. Wordlessly, you took his hand and pulled him up from the couch. There was no protest when you took him to your shared bedroom. The two of you settled on the bed.

"Darling, I know something is bothering you and I want you to be honest with me"

"I'm sorry, I'm just feeling a little bit unwell"

"Satori..."

Tendou sighs at your warning tone. You gently took his larger hands, sharing your warmth. He can feel his eyes grow wet.

"[Name]...why the hell did you fall in love with me?"

You blinked, there was a shake of your head and a lighthearted smile on your face. You know how bizarre Tendou can behave, which makes him unique. His red buzzcut and quirky smile captured your heart. You didn't give a shit if everybody else found him weird, to you he's the most perfect man you know.

"Do you want me to show you, Satori?"

Tendou wouldn't have imagined this scenario. You settle behind him, your hand fisting his cock as he is forced to watch everything through the bedroom mirror. It didn't help that the mirror was huge and he could see every explicit detail. The precum leaking out of the slit of his dick, a red flush all over his face, and your soft hand pumping his length to draw moans out of his lips

"Ah! Chérie! Please slow down!"

You only smiled sweetly at him and continued jerking him off, he threw his head back with a strangled moan.

"Eyes on the mirror, darling"

Tendou obeys with his head spinning in pleasure. He can hear his heart palpitating wildly in his ears as you pull him apart with each stroke of your hand.

"You asked me why I fell in love with you. How could I not when you're such an adorable, funny, and caring man?"

"How could I not swoon at every chocolate you make and gift for me? For every kiss we shared under the Paris lights? And the way you swept me off my feet and took me to bed after one month of being together?"

Your pace on his cock went slower, you wanted him to hear every word you said. Tendou can feel his breath going shallow at every sentence.

"I don't care what people think of us and neither should you. As long as I'm happy with you, to hell with what they think"

"[Name] I-"

"Oh Satori, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to get married and start a family"

Suddenly, your hand wandered to his balls as you played with them. Tendou's moans echoed in the room as the pleasure went crashing in. His eyes watch you through the mirror as he feels his release building up.

"Oh fuck, [Name], please!"

"Do you want that too, darling?"

"Yes! Fuck yes! Shit, I'm gonna cum!"

"Yeah? Go on, cum for me, Satori"

His hands grip the bedsheets as his hips bucked upward on your fist as he cums. You continue to pump him, letting the cum shoot out and leak on your hand. Tendou hisses as his eyes watered at the overstimulation. You kiss his neck tenderly after his orgasm. He was catching his breath when he looked at his messy reflection, he chuckled to himself. Suddenly, you pressed your lips against his ear.

"The next time you cum, it's going to be inside of me"

Tendou gulps as a bashful blush covered his cheeks. You smile sweetly at him as if you didn't whisper the nastiest shit he has ever heard against his ear.

— ♬ Hirugami Sachiro

Your first encounter with Hirugami Sachiro was when you took your dog to the vet for a check-up. You recently moved into the area and it was your first time visiting a new vet. Hirugami could've sworn Cupid pulled one of the stupid golden arrows and shot him in the back when you both locked eyes for the first time. You were gorgeous and you had an adorable dog too.

He treated your dog with utmost care and you couldn't even be happier. Since then, you started getting monthly checkups for your dog. Hirugami always looked forward to each of your arrivals, and each time he could feel himself slowly falling hard for you. At every check-up, you get to know the veterinarian more. You knew how he used to play volleyball, how he's the youngest of his siblings, his pro-volleyball best friend Hoshiumi Korai, and even his sweet dog named Kotarou.

Before you two knew it, you both grew closer and closer at each encounter. It was a matter of time before one of you would profess your feelings first. And it was Hirugami. He asked you to hang out outside of the vet to grab lunch and he confesses. He was expecting a rejection from you but you surprise him by returning his feelings.

It was only natural for you and Hirugami to become a couple. It was the happiest both of you have been in your lives. You kiss on sidewalks, have romantic dinners, and take your dogs together at the dog park. Everything felt perfect. But suddenly, you got busy with your work.

You were so busy that you had to take your dog to your cousin's to take of them for you because you didn't have time to do it. Hirugami pretended that it barely stung when you talked less and less with him. You both stopped seeing each other every day. There wasn't any bitterness rising it was just dead silence. Hirugami figured he should focus on his profession as a veterinarian. The both of you wouldn't have proper contact for weeks to the point Hirugami becomes concerned.

He didn't understand why you were busy all of a sudden, to him, it's like you barely made an effort to check on him. He felt pathetic desperately reaching out for you until he began doubting himself. What if you grew tired of him? What if you started seeing somebody else? His thoughts frightened him. Hirugami wanted to be the perfect boyfriend for you. Before he realizes it, he's falling back to his bad habits back in high school.

Hiruguami used to be a perfectionist during volleyball, he'd blame himself for every mistake he made. He mindlessly scrapped his knuckles against a stone surface to the point that it bled. And he was doing it again, although less harshly. When you finally had the time to see him, you immediately asked to go over to his place.

When you saw your boyfriend your heart dropped, he looked like he was barely taking care of himself. There were dark bags under his eyes, he seemed paler, and bandages on his knuckles.

"What happened to you, Sachiro?"

You asked him, visibly concerned. It made Hirugami guilty. You two catch up during dinner and he finally tells you what is going on with him. You can feel your heart shatter.

"I thought I was never going to be the perfect boyfriend for you, [Name]"

"Is that why you began scraping your knuckles?"

"I'm sorry..."

"Hey, don't be. I should be the one apologizing for not trying to reach out"

"But you were busy, and I understand that-"

"Sachiro, that's still not an excuse to suddenly cut contact with you"

"But I should've done better, you know? I could've"

"Sachiro"

You firmly stopped him. Hirugami bites his lip and looks at you like a scolded child. You sighed as you went over to take his hands and kiss his bandaged knuckles. He was facing away and it seemed like he wasn't getting the message you're trying to get across. Then, you thought of an interesting way to do it.

"[Name], shit!"

Hirugami gritted his teeth as he observed you stroking his cock in front of his bedroom mirror. Everything happened so fast, one moment you were fervently kissing him and the next you were behind him giving him a handjob.

"I missed you, Sachiro"

You purred from behind as you gently pumped his cock. No matter how much he tried to resist, Hirugami couldn't peel his eyes away from the mirror. His pants were clumsily pulled down, sweat dripping down his neck, and his face completely flushed. He was so mesmerized with your hand stroking his length.

"I'm sorry for making you feel bad, baby"

"You deserve to be treated better because you're so sweet, nice, and handsome"

Hirugami's mouth falls open as a moan escapes his mouth. His eyes shut when the pleasure overtakes his body when you suddenly grab his chin.

"Keep your eyes on the mirror for me please?"

You requested and who was he to deny you? You jerked him off at a pleasurable pace as he watched himself melt in your presence.

"You're the best boyfriend in the world, Sachiro. I'm not letting you think otherwise"

"You're so hot, passionate about your job, and the best at making me cum every time we fuck"

Hirugami lets out a low groan when you reach for his sack as you start to massage it. Every thought of insecurity vanishes in his head as he focuses on you as you drive him lightheaded.

"[Name], fuck! I wanna cum!"

"Not until you tell me that you're the best boyfriend in the world"

When you begin to tease his slit with your fingers, he grabs your thigh and glares at you through the mirror. The feral look in his eye made him look so attractive. He looks at you dead in the eye through the mirror as you physically shiver.

"I'm the best boyfriend in the world"

"Damn right you are, and don't you ever forget that"

With that, you viciously pumped his cock to the brink of orgasm. The pace was so overwhelming that Hirugami's eyes rolled back as the most earth-shattering orgasm hit him. He could've sworn he went to heaven and back. After his release, he sees through the mirror that his cum has stained his abdomen and your hand. His hair was a mess and he's covered in sweat all over.

"Feeling better now, Sachiro?"

"I am, thank you"

He smiles at you as you return the gesture. But then you begin to pull your shirt over your head as his eyes bulge out of their sockets, before he can say something, you possessively grab his shoulders.

"How about we make up for the time we lost, baby?"

— ♬ Miya Osamu

During the humble beginnings of his business at Onigiri Miya, you stumbled into Osamu Miya's life. Freshly graduated from college, you clumsily entered his shop hungry and prepared to devour anything available on the menu. You were done after a grueling job interview. Osamu was eager to feed you whatever was best on his menu.

"Oh my gosh, this is so delicious!"

You exclaimed as you pointed at the Onigiri he served to you, there was an adorable glimmer in your eyes that Osamu couldn't help but blush. He tries to cover it by tilting his hat downward to cover his face. Somehow you have successfully made his heart race by your smile alone. He learns how bright and friendly you were when you gave him your name, he eagerly spells out his. At that moment, he's convinced his life is about to take a drastic turn.

You visit Onigiri Miya daily, always talking to Osamu as you two gradually became close friends. He recently learned you got a job as PR in MSBY Black Jackals, and he freezes. There is no doubt that you have met his twin brother, Atsumu Miya. That bastard probably tried to flirt with you, maybe tease you or subtly make a suggestive remark. Osamu's chest grew tight.

Even if he and Atsumu shared the same face, people naturally flocked to his brother more. Despite his cocky attitude and unapologetic behavior, people overlooked the flaws Atsumu had because of his magnetic looks. After all, Atsumu genuinely makes an effort to look good. He learns how to bleach and properly style his hair, how to dress stylishly and make everyone swoon behind the cameras. Compared to all that, Osamu barely tried.

Osamu just pulls on whatever he finds in his wardrobe, no matter how horrible it looks. He only knows how to brush his hair (he stopped letting Atsumu dye his hair dark grey again). And he's awkward when there are cameras around. Osamu becomes convinced that he'll never have a shot with you.

"'Samu! Are you even listening?"

You placed your hands on your hips and raised a brow at him. Osamu snaps out of it and sends you a timid smile and a rub on the back of his neck. You huffed.

"Sorry, what did ya say, [Name]?"

"I said, do you want to go on a date with me?"

"What?"

Osamu's eyes grew wide and gazed at you with pure astonishment behind the counter. He points to himself as his jaw drops to the floor. You couldn't hold back a giggle.

"Ya want to go on a date? With me? Me?"

"Yes, you idiot"

"Holy shit"

Well, he wasn't expecting that. On that weekend, you and Osamu went all over the city, exploring and eating street food. You held his hand for the first time and he could've sworn his heart leaped out of his chest. He decided to grow some balls and ask you to be his. And your only response was a wide smile as you grabbed his cheeks to give him a long and sweet smooch on the lips.

"Oi, scrub! Ya got any beer here?"

Atsumu yelled inside the kitchen. Osamu was one step closer to horse kicking his brother in the face. You shook your head and went to tell Atsumu there were beers in the fridge. Tonight was supposed to be a date night but Atsumu decided to show up at his apartment unannounced and crash it. You seemed unbothered considering you deal with the blonde merely on a daily at your job, but Osamu was uncomfortable.

The three of you watched some Ghibli movies. You were wedged between the twins eating snacks and drinking beer. As the night went on, Osamu couldn't shake off the feeling that he was uninvited in his place. You were being loud with Atsumu, sharing jokes and trading insults. You were being too naturally close to his brother that it's making his body heavy.

"M'gonna go ta bed"

Osamu mumbled as the end credits played after the movie, you stopped talking with Atsumu and watched your boyfriend drag his feet to the bedroom. Osamu collapsed on his bed, burying his face against his pillow. He remembers the fight he had with Atsumu back in high school after he admitted that he was going to quit playing volleyball. Since then there has been a competition that who lives the happier life, and Osamu was beginning to think he was losing.

There was a knock on the door before you entered his bedroom, Osamu avoided your gaze and pretended that he had passed out. You poked his leg and called out for his name softly, enough to tug on his heartstrings. When he faces you, your features display worry.

"Are you okay?"

"M'fine, [Name]"

"Is it because of 'Tsumu?"

"No"

Osamu replied so quickly that it answered the lingering question in your head. You sighed as you tugged on his arm, pulling him upwards from the bed. You smiled as you fixed his messy hair, but he didn't meet your eyes.

"Are you jealous, 'Samu?"

"No"

His tone was sincere. You hummed as you went behind him to wrap your arms around him, Osamu gazed at you through his bedroom mirror placed in front of his bed. He sees the tender look you give him through the mirror that he caves in. He spills his rising insecurity and how he deeply compared himself to his twin brother. And you were baffled.

"Osamu you fucking idiot"

"Huh?"

"Do you think I'm gonna leave you for that pisshead setter?"

"I mean, he's better lookin'-"

"Don't tell me you're letting him win"

Osamu shuts his mouth, he remembers how he shared with you about his ongoing sibling competition with Atsumu. You shake your head as your hands trailed to his belt, unbuckling it. Osamu gulps and stares at his unlocked bedroom door.

"Ugh, those two better not be fucking"

Atsumu mumbled as he played another movie on the TV. Meanwhile, Osamu was trying his hardest not to let an obscene moan leave his mouth as you jerked him from behind. He wouldn't dare let Atsumu hear what was going on inside the bedroom, and he wouldn't dare let his brother win the competition.

"Ah! Hmm, fuck [Name]"

"Osamu Miya, you fucking moron. Do you believe Atsumu is better than you?"

Osamu only answered through hushed and choked moans. You pumped his length faster, watching as precum leaked out of the slit. You pressed your lips against his ear.

"You're such a fantastic boyfriend. You're a hardworking business owner, you make the best damn onigiri, and you're so fucking hot. So, why the fuck are you comparing yourself to him?"

Your hands trailed to his ballsack to massage it and Osamu throws his head back, biting his lip to hold back a whine. You forced his head forward to the mirror.

"Eyes on the mirror, babe"

"Hnngh, [Name], please"

"I'm in love with you Osamu Miya, and you only. You better tattoo that shit to your brain, sweetheart"

"Wanna cum, wanna cum so bad [Name]!"

"Really? Are you done comparing yourself to Atsumu?"

"Yes! Oh fuck, yes!"

"Good, go on, cum for me, Osamu"

You purred as you wrapped your delicate hands around his cock as you stroked him rapidly. Bringing him to his sweet release. There was no way his twin wouldn't have heard the moan he unleashed as he cums. His hips jerked forward as his seed stained his pants and your hand. His eyes roll back as he throws his head backward with his mouth ajar. All he could hear was the sound of his loud heartbeat. As he comes back to his senses, he sees you smiling at him through the mirror. He chuckles.

"Well aren't ya full of surprises"

You laugh. He turns to grab your cheek to lean down and tenderly kiss you. Osamu smiles like he has won the lottery, no, even better. He has someone who loves him for who he is.

"Thank you, [Name]"

"You're welcome, baby"

Osamu couldn't fight back the smug look on his face as the two of you rejoined Atsumu in the living room. Atsumu gives him a narrowed look.

'What the fuck are ya smilin' for?'

'I win'

'The fuck?'

— ♬ Sakusa Kiyoomi

Sakusa Kiyoomi was comfortable on his own. He learned how to be independent and never relied on anyone constantly. For the most part, he's a natural introvert. He did have friends. Well, it's all thanks to his cousin Komori Motoya forcing him to socialize or his job as a professional athlete who needed to get along with his teammates. Sakusa thinks that having a few sets of friends he's good to go. Until you had to ruin everything.

You were the cheerful manager of the MSBY Black Jackals. Something about your warm and welcoming demeanor made Sakusa's nose scrunch. The way you smiled and talked with everyone like you had known them for years, it was uncomfortable for him to watch. However, you didn't force any conversation with him. You only greeted him and smiled. Yeah, he appreciated that but he's still cautious about you.

Over time, Sakusa learns there's a certain depth to you. That you weren't just all smiles and laughter. You're a professional human being with an emotional intelligence beyond him. You're incredibly sympathetic and intelligent and he's impressed. You're observant of people's perceptions of others and emotions. No wonder, you didn't force yourself to him.

You gave him space and respected his excessive cleanliness. Sakusa decides you're good in his book. What changed everything was when he was unexpectedly stuck in a crowd. It was absolute hell, he got lost navigating the team during an event. On the brink of an anxiety attack, you showed up.

"Sakusa-senshu!"

You called out, concerned at the way he was hunched forward seemingly on the verge of losing consciousness. Sakusa can feel your pinkie finger linking with his, he regains his focus. He looks at you as you lead him out of the crowd by his pinkie finger only. Perhaps out of respect because he doesn't like anyone touching him.

"Are you okay, Sakusa-senshu?"

"Yes, thank you [Name]"

When you smiled at him, his chest grew tight. It felt different. It was as if his world grew clearer and he could suddenly breathe perfectly. On the way to meet up with the team, he grabs your shoulder.

"Kiyoomi"

"Hm?"

"Call me Kiyoomi"

The moment you earned the permission to call him by his first name, your relationship with him changed. The two of you grew closer in such a short amount of time. The team was calling the spiker out for favoritism because Sakusa treats you kinder compared to them. He talks to you the most during breaks, he shares snacks and hand sanitizers, and it went as far as letting you high-five him after a game in which everyone was enraged.

Sakusa had never met someone who had made him smile so hard that his cheeks hurt, someone who knew what made him laugh until there were tears in his eyes, and someone he wouldn't mind breaking his own rules for. Whenever he looks at you, Sakusa finds it hard to look away. And before he realizes, he's falling for you.

And he's fucking petrified. Sakusa wasn't entirely smart when it came to romance, he never planned to fall in love with you. So, he bottles it up inside of him for years and it becomes unbearable. He figured you weren't ready to have a relationship let alone with him. And that you wouldn't want him to be your boyfriend. He's strict, a jerk, and a clean freak. Aside from his handsome looks and his amazing athletic abilities, Sakusa wasn't interesting.

However, unexpectedly, when he learns you're about to quit being the manager of the team to pursue another career, Sakusa panics and spills his feelings for you. He tells you he's been in love with you for ages. He doesn't want to see you leave without telling you how he feels. Shockingly, you laughed and smiled at him as you told him that the feelings were mutual. At that moment, Sakusa was convinced he had found true happiness.

The two of you dated and became official for six months. There were ups and downs in the relationship but it worked. Sakusa learned how to balance his growing volleyball career with his time with you. And you were happy with your newly chosen career and without failing to make Sakusa fall for you even more.

Tonight, the team invited Sakusa and you to a local club to celebrate the recent win against the SCHWEDEIN Adlers. Sakusa was about to quickly decline until you immediately agreed. So, here he is, alone by the bartender, nursing his cup of alcohol while he watches you dance with his friends. He could join you if he didn't detest crowds and dancing.

You were in your element, having fun with Bokuto, Hinata, and Atsumu. The four of you were stuck in your own world lost in the music. Something foreign bloomed in Sakusa's chest. It squeezed his heart and yanked it violently. He shakily finishes his drink as he frowns and watches you forget about his existence on the dancefloor.

Sakusa imagined if he was more likable, he'd join you and the guys on the dancefloor. If he wasn't a fucking coward, he'd grab you and spin you around to the music. If he wasn't boring, he'd give you the time of your life partying in the club. Sakusa sniffs as he finds himself exiting the club and driving home, lost in his sea of insecure thoughts.

When he arrived home, he received multiple text messages and missed calls from you. God, he's such a fucking dick for leaving you there at the club. He calls to tell you he's sorry and that he's back home. You later arrived at his apartment and saw him slouching on his bed, frowning. You were sweaty and fresh out of the club but he lets you embrace him.

"Sorry, I felt...overwhelmed"

"It's okay Ki, I just got worried. Let's just stay here, I'll tell the guys we went home"

"You...you should head back to the club"

"What? Why?"

"You were enjoying yourself out there with them and I just...ruined it"

Sakusa looks away. You sighed as you grabbed his chin to gently peck him on the lips.

"No, you didn't ruin anything. I would ditch them in a heartbeat if you said you wanted to go home, y'know"

"[Name]..."

"Kiyoomi, you matter more to me than anything else, okay?"

"I just can't help but wish I was more...fun for you"

"What do you mean, Ki?"

Sakusa shrugs and you frown. You settled from behind him to give him a tight hug. He sees you do so in front of his large bedroom mirror.

"If only I didn't hate crowds or physical touch, I would've danced with you at the club"

"Ki, you know I don't mind that, right?"

"Maybe if I wasn't so...boring you would've been happier"

He mumbled, and you huffed. You didn't like how Sakusa was putting himself down because it was so unlike him. The Sakusa you knew was confident and had no ounce of self-doubt. If only you could prove to him he's so much more than that.

"Uh, why are you smirking at me like that, [Name]?"

Sakusa never predicted this circumstance at all. His pants pulled down to his thighs, his cock out and your pretty hand stroking his length. Sakusa watched with lidded eyes and low moans as you give him an erotic handjob from behind. He grips your thighs as he feels his heart bang against his ribcage.

"Oh fuck, [Name]!"

"You like that, pretty boy?"

You grin devilishly at him through the mirror and he just grows even harder. The way you pumped his cock makes his head spin deliriously.

"Look at you, Ki. You're so pretty and hot moaning like that"

"[Name] please"

He whimpers and it encourages you to jerk him off faster. Sakusa goes briefly crossed-eyed as he watches the pornographic scene in the mirror.

"You're the most kindest and amazing boyfriend in the world, Kiyoomi"

You told him softly. He groans when your hands reach to cup his balls, he can feel drool leaving the corner of his mouth.

"You're so good at volleyball and cleaning, plus you know how to cook! Oh, I just can't wait to marry you soon"

"You-oh fuck!-mean that?"

"Yes, darling. You're not boring, not to me, never"

"I-ah!-I'm glad"

You smile sweetly at him as you return to pumping his cock faster. Sakusa's breath hitched he released a loud moan. With your free hand, you grab his chin to make him watch himself fall apart right in front of the mirror. You bite his earlobe.

"Are you gonna cum, pretty boy?"

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yes!"

"Go ahead. Cum for me Kiyoomi"

As your words echoed inside his head, Sakusa hit his orgasm like no other. It felt as though his soul left his body as he shot his load all over your hand. His head was thrown back with his jaw slack. As he slowly descends back to his body, he feels the sweat all over his skin and his cock softening. You kiss him on the cheek and fix his curls out of his eyes.

"How are you feeling, Kiyoomi?"

"Fucking great"

You smile cheekily at him but he only gazes at you breathlessly with lidded eyes. He slowly turns to directly stare at you, he couldn't be more in love with you, he swears.

"Ki? Why are you staring at me like that-oh shit! Wait! Stop, you're going to tear my clothes!!!"

©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)

[alexthebordercollie]

Baby Names

Fiddelford had moved in about a week ago and they were settling into a comfortable routine already. Ford forgot how good it felt to have a human companion around. It felt just like college. Cracking jokes between them while they crunched numbers for hours and chewed through ink and paper like their lives depended on it. Ford had established a timeline he wanted to meet for their project. Goal projections based on their progress so far. Things were moving along faster with Fiddelford here. Well, not as fast as Ford hoped but maybe that was because they kept distracting each other.

They made good progress today at least. It’s why when Fidds went upstairs to find an empty fridge Ford agreed to going out for dinner. Reluctantly admittedly. He’d been neck-deep in his calculations at the time, but he hadn’t eaten all day and Fiddleford wasn’t giving him much of a say in the matter. Not that Ford regretted it. The diner was a nice break. Ford even got a bit of sunlight when they left the house. The sun was down now as the two of them laughed over mostly empty plates of chili fries. Jokes about Quantum versus Newtonian physics transitioned to the reveal that Fiddleford had been considering naming his son Newton originally.

“And you went with Tate?” Ford laughed.

“An what’s wrong with Tate?” Fidds blustered. “It’s a good name. He's mah, little tatter tot.”

“He could have been Newton.” Ford stressed. Gesturing exasperately towards the table. “How was that not a downgrade.” 

“Emma liked Tate better.” Fidds replied indignantly. “It’s a nice name. Named him after her Pa.” 

Ford couldn't help but shake his head. “Of course. You’d never see me sacrificing my kid's name like that.” 

“That’s what a marriage is Stanford.” Fidds scolded. Scooping up some of the last of his chili on a soggy french fry and shoveling it into his mouth. Mumbling between bites. “It’s a partnership, sometimes ya gotta compromise.”

“Ya well, it’s an unfortunate compromise.” Ford replied. 

“Like ya’ll could do better.” Fidds snorted. “What would ya even name a boy if ya had one?” He asked.

“Oh, that’s easy.” Ford replied. Taking a sip of his pit cola. “Nikola.” He replied without skipping a beat. The name of his childhood idol.

It was Fiddleford’s turn to laugh at that. “Yer kiddin' right? When's the last time ya met an American boy named Nikola? Ya’d get him bullied on the playground fer that one.” He teased.

Ford puffed up his cheeks irritably. “It’s a perfectly respectable name. Besides, people would just call him Nick. Nick’s a perfectly normal name.” 

“Suppose so. Bit bland.” Fiddleford countered casually. Lazily scooping up another fry. It took Ford a second to register from Fiddleford's tone that his friend was fucking with him. Lighthearted pay back for Ford insulting his son's name which was fair.

“Still better than Tate. I know that kid’s getting picked on.” Ford grumbled.

“Not at all.” Fidds beamed. His whole face lit up talking about his son. The biggest prideful smile as he gushed about how loved his son was. “Tate’s a real go-getter. Natural born leader that one. Other kids love em. You should see em leadin’ his little grew round the playground.”

Ford was happy for his friend. If a bit detached from it all. “That’s why you’re a father and I’m not. You’re clearly doing something right.” 

Fiddleford seemed to shrink a little. Crossing his arms on the table as his own smile faded. “I’m sure you’d be good at it.” He said. It was clearly meant to be reassuring.

“It’s never going to happen.” Ford stated simply. Swinging down the rest of his drink. 

“You don’t want kids?” Fiddleford asked.

“It’s not that explicitly don't want kids.” Stanford replied. He rolled the pit around on his tongue for a moment before spitting it back out into the can. “Having children would require getting married and in order to do that I’d have to convince someone to marry me and in order to do that I’d have to convince a woman to like me-” Ford shuttered. Memories of high school failures flashing through his mind like post-traumatic stress. “Let’s just say I don’t see that happening any time soon.” He confessed. 

It’s not like he ever really had much of an interest in women anyway. Stanley and Shermie were always crazy about them. Sandford could take them or leave them really. Well, in theory. No women ever wanted him anyway so he supposed the feeling was mutual. He only ever made attempts at dating in his youth out of a sense of social obligation. That’s just what young men were expected to do. He imagined sometimes it would feel nice to be wanted by women. He met a siren once who made him feel wanted. It was a nice feeling. Unfortunately, it turned out she only wanted him for his legs.

“Mom still pesters me about it occasionally.” Ford grumbled. “When she remembers to call.” Last time they talked was days after his birthday. He was still shaking off the side effects of his bender with Bill at the time. “Says my niece is doing well in school. I’m proud of her. She sounds like a bright girl. Apparently, Shermie’s been getting his act together. If only I could say the same for Stanley.” He huffed.

“Can’t win 'em all I suppose.” Fidds replied sympathetically. He knew about Stanley. Knew he was a sensitive subject. “Ya ever go home to visit yer folks?” He asked.

Ford gestured out to the woods outside their window. “Why would I? Gravity Falls is a marvel Fiddelford. I have everything I could ever want right here in this town. It’s perfect.” He looked back down at his hand on the table. Tucking in his fingers. “There’s nothing waiting for me back in New Jersey.” 

“If ya insist.” Fidds replied skeptically. He scarfed down his last fry and his face lit up for a moment. “Y’know I’d love to have ya come out to Palo Alto with me sometime. Come meet my boy. I’m sure ya’d love him.” He cheered. 

Ford winced and politely declined. “Oh, I don’t think so. I’m not exactly popular with children.” He admitted. “I don’t even get trick-or-treaters anymore.” 

Fiddleford laughed and slapped his knee under the table. “Well yeah, 'cause ya hand out veggies like a square.” He laughed.

“They’re high fiber supplements and they-”

“They taste like the tree bark a squirrel shat out.” Fidds chided playfully. He waved dismissively at Ford as he struggled to contain his laughter. “Look if ya just come out with me I know ya-”

“Closing time. Everyone out.”

A voice cut off Fiddelford’s reassurances. Not that Ford needed to hear the rest. He knew he was never going out to Palo Alto. He loved Fidds but the man couldn’t pay him to go make awkward small talk with his wife and young child. Ford could imagine few things more unpleasant and wasteful of his time and energy.

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This scene is from my Billford fic Hand of God and it is what inspired the Papa Ford AU. It's going to get copied and reused in Bigger than Myself as well. Felt like sharing it just by itself because it's a cute scene. Also, I know Ford's narration at the end is a little douchey. Bill's been the only person he's had to talk to for a while and he tends to bring out Ford's more antisocial tendencies.

[melina-ya]

Love- story tropes;

Characters; Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Seishu ‘Inupi’ Inui, Hajime Kokonoi.

Warnings; intoxication, a little Angst, not proofread;

a/n; my fav tropes~

Rindou Haitani — best friends brother;

You two met about 2 months after you met Ran, his elder brother.

Since they do almost everything together, the brothers have two separate friend groups to have at least a bit of privacy.

You were introduced to Rans friends through a friend of yours and clicked with him instantly.

One time while your entire group was hanging out you spilled a drink on your shirt and asked Ran if you could wash up at his house since he conveniently lives near by.

When you stepped into his home, you were surprised to see his brother, which you didn’t know he had, there.

Because you met Ran as a friend of a friend and the topic of conversation never came up in front of you, you had no idea what your so called bestie did in his alone time and neither did you know of Rindou.

But you were positively surprised seeing the handsome younger Haitani. He just wore a hoodie and some sweatpants, yet you were overwhelmed by his looks.

When he noticed your presence he was very confused what some stranger was doing in his house. After you explained everything he showed you the way to the bathroom and left to go to his room. Soon after you left as well, but insisted the next time you saw ran That you hang out at his place.

You two started being at their place more often so you’d run into Rindou More often.

Ran didnt question anything, but you were developing a little crush. Over time Rindou started reciprocating those feelings and your rather small encounters developed into you and him talking more and completely ignoring ran. Which made him Kinde mad lol.

Soon ran also noticed the way your relationship was developing and made teasing remarks That First got Shot down by both of you until Rindou was forced encouraged to finally confessing his feelings.

Ran Haitani — Enemies to lovers;

You first met because your Little Brother was Part of a Gang That the Haitani Brothers recently joined.

With everything im Your Power you tried to talk Your Brother out of being in a gang, which didn’t work. So you showed up at the gang hangout quiet often to try dragging him home. That got people to make fun of your Brother, including Ran.

When Ran would make jokes about your efforts and that would make you Start bickering with him.

You hated him. Everything about him, everything he stands for.

He encouraged and lived the same dangerous life of your Brother, who you just wanted to protect. Why couldn’t he understand? Why did he make fun of how hard you were trying?

His Life was probably so easy That he would take Your fears as lighthearted, you thought.

One day Your Brother was nowhere to be found at the usual hangout spot. You were worried sick. When Ran noticed you and the lack of screaming toward Your Brother he went up to you to investigate.

As a bigo Brother himself he understood the situation you were in and decided to not make any unnecessary remarks and put his pride aside to help you Look for him. It was surprisingly his offer.

The two of you went around the City to spots where your Brother could potentially be at.

While you were walking it was at first silence, until one sparked up a conversation and it was weirdly - nice? He was actually likable. He made some funny jokes and listened to what you had to say.

He was so different than you Imagined. You always got the impression that he’s a brutal stupid bully without a heart, but he’s not like that at all. I mean he’s no saint but he’s Not As Bad As you thought.

Could you potentially like him?

After Your Brother was found a couple days passed and imagine who was ringing your doorbell with a smirk on his face, asking you out. ;)

Seishu ‘Inupi’ Inui — She fell first, he fell harder;

You were in the Same grade since elementary School, but never really talked.

If the math lessons were boring you again you’d spend Your Time sneaking glances at the pretty blonde. You may not know each other on a personal level, but you’ve always had a little crush on him.

Before he went to juvie no one really Knew about his Gang Life since he tried to hide it in School.

You liked his calm demeanor and small gentle smile he’d show every now and then. And even though you Never knew about his After School activities you’ve always thought there’s a tough side to him.

In the class he was Never popular nor an outsider. He didnt exactly have Friends, rather he got along with some and spend the breaks with them.

After he came back from Juvie and his secrets out everyone avoided him like the plague. They feared him.

The Same Boy you still saw as cold on the outside but warm and friendly on the inside, the Same Boy that you’ve known since he was a innocent child and struggled with English class. That was the Boy they feared.

Aside from everyone else’s reaction of ignoring him now, you were different. In Your eyes hes still the Same. You believe that whatever is going on in his live must have a reason that he doesn’t need to share with the Rest of the class.

You’re the only one Not turning away immediately when he’s just looking in your direction. And he notices.

One day you find the courage to talk to him, thinking he Must be lonely at School. And he may Not Show it but it genuinely made him very happy.

He used to Not notice you like this, but he’s always thought of you As the prettiest girl in class and may has noticed how you Look at him from time to time.

And now your kindness made him open his eyes to the absolut catch you are. The more you two Talk the More he enjoys the sound of your laugh, and loves listening to your rambles about the Most Random of Topics You’re so passionate about.

He finds himself absolutely in love.

Hajime Kokonoi — Sunshine & Grumpy;

Your Love Story happens After he Lost Inupi and eventually got over Akane.

After he parted ways with his childhood best friend he Never thought he’d find someone who’d give him the feeling of enjoying someone’s presence again, but here you Are.

You met while he was walking home after a Meeting in the middle of the night, where he even though he’d never admit it was feeling pretty lonely.

You were walking the same way After having a couple Drinks with Your Friends and noticed how tired the guy next to you looked. Being the bubbly and a bit tipsy Person you Are you asked if everything is alright. Usually you wouldn’t talk to a complete stranger alone outside while it’s dark but somehow the alcohol in your system pushed your sense of safety aside.

He didn’t answer and gave you a little side eye yet you just kept on talking, when he noticed how you were obviously intoxicated he decided to escort you Home As you kept talking to him.

He brought you up to your apartment door and tried to leave, which you didn’t let Happen until he gave you his number. He eventually gave in and tipped his number into your phone.

The next morning you cringed remembering your encounter and decided to apologize over Text.

When he saw the Text and thought about last night he didn’t perceive your talkative nature as annoying and also Kinde enjoyed it .

He texted back and so began Your friendship which formed into a relationship faster than thought.

To him you were never a replacement for anyone you were far to Special for That, you healed his wounds without even realizing and made him the happiest he’s ever been

And he knows he doesn’t Match Your Energie and he used to be very scared That you thought it was a sign he didnt like you or something but to you his more calmer grumpier demeanor gave you comfort, a place to just feel safe and peaceful. You loved him for giving you peace in your life and your heart.

And the Same for him. You gave him excitement and made him feel alive.

a/n; found this draft and finished it After like 9 months or so lol I’ll try to write more often again :) thank you for reading and have a good day

[strawberryraviegutz]

I really REALLY hate those kinds of stupid “hot take” posts. I think they’re just garbage to purposely farm more discourse to cause infighting, but I’ve been holding this in for so long and I need to get it out of my system so here it goes.

Alastor fans are allowed to dislike Valentino. Valentino was made to be a dislikable Villain while Alastor BY VIV’S OWN WORDS is a chaotic neutral antihero based off of Dexter with a moral code. Of course people are gonna like Alastor more than Valentino. The antihero/vigilante is a very popular beloved trope. I mean just look at Magneto and Venom.

You guys claim to want more nuanced characters but when we try and tell you that Alastor is more nuanced BASED OFF OF EVIDENCE FROM THE CREATOR and little possible context clues in the show we get accused of “babying/woobifying him”(as if Val fans haven’t done that to Val). This isn’t a hit piece against all Val fans/simps btw. I may hate that moth, but you guys should be allowed like him without receiving hate and or death threats.

It’s not “hypocrisy” to dislike Valentino or the Vees and like Alastor for the reasons I said above and the four of them aren’t comparable. Yeah they share some traits but overall the only thing Alastor and the Vees have in common are the mistreatment of the souls they own. Like I said, Val fans shouldn’t be attacked for liking him but the thing is…if you’re gonna preach those words then do the same for Alastor fans/simps because we get attacked too.

(Again it’s not all Val stans but it sure it a lot of them. I’ve all so seen Val haters do it too.) Yall claim not to harass people over fictional characters yet will go under Alastor posts and or discussion threads and be like “Uhm actually him and Valentino are the same🤓☝️”.

“He’s worse than Val” “Why can’t we just have a good villain” “Just accept that Alastor is a villain stop babying him” when we’re just minding our own business. Not to mention people going under fanart of Angel! Alastor and being like “erm actually he’d never go to heaven🤪”.

Along with yall bullying the hell out of Alastor selfshippers/simps and using tumblr sexyman as an insult(which reaks of internalized misogyny btw because majority of Alastor simps are women + women are always the first to be made fun of when it comes to characters that Classify as tumblr sexymen being found attractive by them or any character you personally wouldn’t find attractive.)

And yall going around and keep calling Alastor ugly under posts about people gushing about him and i don’t mean lighthearted jokes either because i make fun of the back of his head sometimes too. And full blown harassment. When an Alastor fan provided evidence of Alastor being a more nuanced character which were clips from Viv’s streams, people in the comments and qrts were being extremely rude and dismissive. It got so bad that op deleted the og tweet.

Don’t go around and claim to be against cringe culture but then make fun of people for finding Alastor attractive. And for goodness sake STOP FUCKING CALLING HIM A SLAVE OWNER. And yes he owns souls but that doesn’t matter.

Alastor is canonically half black and its overall disgusting to slap the label “slave owner” onto him knowing damn well that he grew up in the Jim Crow era of America in the Deep South of Louisiana. His existence as a mixed black person back then was basically considered an abomination. With how terrible it was for black people back then, Alastor probably bore witness to a lot of messed up shit growing up and if that’s the case then it’s no wonder he’s so messed up in the head.

This type of behavior has been going on since the days where we only had the pilot and it’s only gotten worse since the show came out. As soon as I saw that scene with husk and Alastor in hell’s greatest dad I automatically knew what was coming. I’m not saying that Alastor Is a good person nor am I saying that what he did to husk was ok. But to go after/make fun of Alastor fans,purposely denying evidence of his character while in the same breath preach against bullying people over liking certain characters makes YOU the hypocrites. So much for anti-harassment. I’m tired. Bye.

[ballsalsda]

Homestuck Leprechaun Romance Theory

I have a theory on leprechaun romance so let’s go

If you look at the chart you will see the heart and diamond. We know the heart is the equivalent of matesprits and I think the diamond is also the equivalent of moiralliegence.

The 4 leaf clover is on the same row as moirails so I’ll guess that the row is associated with luck. The reason for this is that not only is the 4 leaf clover associated with luck but moiralliegence is the soulmates quadrant.

We know that leprechaun romance is "esta8lished in mutual chicanery, such as the exchange of pranks, coy riddles, slapstick shenanigans, and games of chance" so I will assume the luck row is expressed by games of chance.

I’m gonna guess that the first column is based on "silly attraction" when you want to do silly shit with someone.

So this is what our chart looks like.

I’m focusing on the moon next. The moon shares the same type of attraction with moiralliegence but shares some aspect of the relationship with matesprits.

I will guess that the row with the heart and moon is about trust and bonding. I will also guess that the column with the moon and diamond is about protection since that is what moiralliegence is about. So the moon involves trust and wanting to protect someone.

I’ll assume a moon partner is trustworthy and protects the other person. They are a good person you can trust with keeping secrets. I think a moon relationship would be expressed using riddles.

Next I’m gonna be focusing on the balloon and rainbow. I think a key aspect of the bottom row would be casual rivalry.

For the balloon being silly and rivals would mix in the form of pranks. For the rainbow protection and rivalry sounds a little contradictory, but it’s more lighthearted and the person being teased doesnt take it too seriously.

So for the rainbow its like pranking and making fun of them, but getting protective when someone else does.

I’m going to stop adding bullet points from now on.

This is what the chart looks like now.

I think the last column is an obsession. So the star would be trusting someone a LOT, which could be taken advantage of to form an unhealthy star relationship. A pot of gold relationship could be considered similar to a kissmesis. I dont really know what the horseshoe would be since soulmate/luck + obsession is a weird combination.

So to recap:

🩷 just basic romantic love, doing silly shit

🌙 protective relationship with trust and no secrets, riddles

⭐ obsessing over someone and trusting them a lot (almost to much), probably doing goofy shenanigans

🍀 like soulmates, lucky to meet, also doing silly shit like games of chance

♦️ like moirails, so protective soulmates, with riddles

Ω idk, but its luck + obsession so interpret that how you want (no horseshoe emoji 😔)

🎈 casual rivals, doing funny pranks on eachother

🌈 lighthearted jokes and pranks, but protective if the other person is bullied (like "only IM aloud to make fun of him")

[imagine pot of gold here] like kismesis, with obsession over rivalry, probably with slapstick shenanigans and beating eachother up (no pot of gold emoji 😔)

That’s my theory/headcanon on leprechaun romance

[sugarywishes]

A more lighthearted question (hopefully) than the last few I have asked: What is the most positive memory of each member of the Afton Family? I suppose I can ask which is the most negative as well (?), although I fear they might be spoiled for choice there. XD

LOL 😭 they definitely have a lot of options for least favorite memory. As always, answers are listed below! (This one is EXTRA LONG for lore)

Positive/Negative Memories: William Afton (old people first!)

- As expected from this bastard, most of his happiest memories usually don't involve his family (I mean it's not like he has a lot of happy times anyway!) But the ones he does have always have Evan in them. As I said in his character intro post, despite his extremely abusive and cruel behavior, he still had 'tenderness' for his family (uh, in his own way). Not to mention, he heavily relates to Evan's circumstances of being outcasted and othered. So any 'bonding' he had with him made him happy.

- (The birth of the twins also kinda counts? They were actually planned, unlike Mike LMAO. And William loves when things go according to plan, no surprises for him, thank you.)

- He also really enjoyed leaving England, cause yk. IT'S ENGLAND!! AND HE LEFT FOR THE U.S.A. AKA THE RIGHT CHOICE RAHHH 🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸

- Also (eventually) killing children!! Jesus dude get a therapist 😰😰

- As for negative memories (I assume you're also allowing memories that don't involve his family) there is a TON.

- From his childhood days at the orphanage in England, to his college years finding out Clara got pregnant and basically forcing himself to get married to her, to Evan's death, then his business partner/friend firing him and then getting springlocked! Crazy. I know.

- Also I'm not sure if this fully counts as a 'William' memory since it's Springtrap. But he absolutely hated being Springtrap AND Scraptrap. (He totally enjoyed being a little glitch in the system though 👀)

Positive/Negative Memories: Clara Afton (puts the desperate in 'desperate housewives')

- Her happiest memories usually came from her ballet days (she probably could've gone pro)

- And from Mike! Despite her un-fun living situation she had while living as an Afton, she cherished Michael and truly believed he's kept her going. (Depressingly getting pregnant with Liz and Evan was not a good memory, she didn't really get good memories with them at all ☹️)

- Going to college, she was in her girl boss era

- For the most negative memories, meeting William first off. She only vaguely knew him from one of her classes and even then she never talked to him. She got invited to a party hosted by Henry, got drunk, and uh,,, 💀💀 got pregnant. She got heavy pressure from her family and friends, telling her not to have a baby out of wedlock, so she also forced herself to get married to William kinda hoping that maybe something could spark between them. (Whelp, so much for hoping!)

- And speaking of her family, she didn't have good memories with them either. They were a pretty traditional family (and by that I mean they were like 'women are suppose to get married and take care of the children' kind of traditional.) So she defied their orders and went off to college to pursue her dreams of becoming a ballerina! (And then she did end up as a housewife, aw man :( )

- She didn't look back at Evan's death very fondly...

- She also didn't like being Ballora.

Positive/Negative Memories: Michael Afton (okay I'm running out of stupid jokes)

- Anytime he had when he was younger (not including his bullying days), William didn't really mind him, so it left him a ton of time to hang out with his mom! (When he got older, William became a lot more abusive)

- Also with school. Unlike his dad or brother, he actually managed to make friends pretty easily and became kinda popular. He had a ton of freedom to do anything he wanted (Like ditch classes and smoke or whatever teens in the 80s did) Of course he would usually get in trouble but he didn't really care about that.

- This applies only to his younger self, but he found a sick amusement in bullying his brother and bullying in general. He was dealing with a very troubling home life which explains why he did that shit, but it should never be an excuse. He liked having some sort of power in his life where he usually didn't have much at all.

- Hanging out with Jeremy. He was basically Mike's only true friend in the end.

- Also, finally defeating his father in FNAF 6. It finally marked the end of the Aftons. (Yk until they came back for the Security Breach section of my rewrite/AUs 💀💀)

- Anytime with his father. I guess one would know why.

- Killing Evan. It finally gave him an awakening moment and made him realize what he's been doing all his life to his brother was horrible. It also ruined his and his family's life.

- Elizabeth's disappearance. And his mom's.

- Also when he got scooped and worn as a suit by Ennard. Would not be a very nice feeling. In fact anytime in his childhood from before he redeemed himself was horrible.

- Finding out William was a serial killer. It didn't shock him of course but still!!

- (This only applies to the PBTA AU, but coming back as Glamrock Freddy, he basically didn't move on because his life mission of killing William wasn't complete so he got stuck possessing my boy Fred)

Positive/Negative Memories: Elizabeth Afton

- Any interaction with her father. She really just wanted his attention in the end :(

- She loved playing with Charlie, they were besties after all!

- She also enjoyed any time with Mike, he didn't really bully her like he did Evan and more teased her like how normal siblings should treat eachother. Regardless she liked hanging out with him too

- Going back to the real world after possessing Mike's body, it was ages since she last seen anything that wasn't that horrible underground hell.

- Seeing her dad one more time before dying in the FNAF 6 fire. (Reminder that she didn't have any idea abt him being straight up evil)

- Anytime she had to spend time with Clara. She didn't care for her and neither did her mom in her eyes.

- Before their 10th birthday she wouldn't really say she had any remarkable memories involving Evan, but afterwards she hated thinking about him. But still she became devastated by his death.

- Not being able to go to school, she missed hanging out with Charlie. She also hated how her schoolmates started acting weirdly around her after Evan's death.

- Dying. She hated that too, she absolutely *hated* finding out she was stuck underground. Rotting away in that place alone absolutely haunted her.

- She also hated being kicked out of Ennard.

- Finding out that her dad was a horrible person.

Positive/Negative Memories: Evan Afton (does bro even have positive memories??)

- Surprisingly enough, he has a few!

- Anytime with his father. Remember he was being manipulated and shit but still, William comforted and loved him in a world where people thought of him as a freak.

- Fredbear, he loved that toy with all his heart. In fact he loved all his toys and plushies and stuff, they were his friends and he believed that 🤧🤧 (Well not like he had much of a choice, he didn't have human friends)

- He also liked being home while his siblings were off at school, Mike and Liz have a strict 'don't go into my room' policy, so of course Evan was super curious and often broke into their rooms to use their things. He loved playing with Liz's toys and drawing in her unused coloring books and loved playing with Mike's old toys and reading his comics.

- Also, Charlie! She wasn't exactly his friend but it's not like they hated eachother at all. Neutral memories are positive in his mind, at least he didn't cry during those.

- Oh boy. Where do we start for negative memories?

- His entire life. I guess? Being unknownly manipulated by your dad your whole life, being bullied by your brother (and eventually sister, although it's not like you bonded well with her anyway), usually not acknowledged by your mom, totally sucks. And also dying and still being mistreated after death.

- His school days didn't fare much better! Being bullied and ostracized constantly and having staff turn a blind eye everyday. Until eventually he fought back and that's when they stepped in, to punish him for not wanting to deal with the abuse anymore and letting his bullies get away with it.

- He also didn't like getting pulled from school and locked away in his house constantly. It's not like he liked going outside anyway, but this made his paranoia and anxiety worse.

- anything with animatronics, his fear developed from seeing William accidentally get springlocked and almost dying when he was younger. Now he thinks any and all robots will eat him and kill him.

- Being undead. Hey! Maybe dying and being trapped as a robot is traumatizing!

- This only applies to the PBTA AU, but coming back from the dead. His afterlife already sucked you don't have to bring him back to possess Gregory as a vessel, William 🤦🤦

Uh, I don't really think I listed enough, maybe adding 300 more words will do the trick!! /j, hope you enjoy the very long response! (I'm not sure if I did properly answer your question, I think I just used it as an excuse to lore dump again 😭😭)

[elysia-nsimp]

I WANT TO PREFACE THIS TWST INCORRECT QUOTES BY STATING THE FOLLOWING:

all of the quotes that are Jamil talking to Kalim are actually me talking to my dog Ivy! It’s a running gag with my friends and I that the stuff I say to Ivy just gets more and more out of context and someone always quotes Jamil when I share a new conversation

Tagging: @queerlordsimon @ladyzsgolla @aetherphobia @thesunshineriptide @end3rm1st (lmk if you want to be added or removed ^^)

Warnings: Cursing, lighthearted bullying, suggestive jokes made by a bunch of asexuals and their token allosexual, caps

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5

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Ruggie, RUNNING down the hallway screaming: I GOT A POPTAAAAAAARTTTT

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Idia: Screech was put down by the CDC for being a safety hazard.

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Deuce: why do you wanna go to school?? you're a fucking EGG!.... dumb bitch...

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Floyd: he's a merman. thats his merass

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Azul: I wish this game would let me commit tax fraud

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Jade: I DO NOT CONSENT TO THE SEXUALIZATION OF MY THREATS

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Yuu, to Jade: can they go on little slug dates?

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Floyd: It’s like depression if depression was a fish tank

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Riddle: Well to me this sounds like colour 1 is a more complex colour that is made from something being added to the base of colour 2. Orange (colour 1) is just yellow (colour 2) but with red added. Similarly, green (colour 1) is just blue (colour 2) but with yellow added. Now how does this apply to purple? Thus far all colour two's have been primary colours (as the primary colours are red, yellow, and blue and so far we have yellow and blue but no red. This means that if we assume the same pattern to be true, the last colour 2 should be red. This also matches up with purple as the final colour 1 since red + blue = purple. Lastly, this enforces another pattern I have noticed. Let's look at the second set to see this pattern. In the second set we have blue (colour 2) + yellow = green (colour 1). Now something iinteresting here is that yellow is colour 2 of the previous set. This pattern continues in set 3. We have red (colour 2) + blue (colour 2 of the last set) = purple (colour 1). Finally, it even goes in a loop. In set one we have yellow (colour 2) + red = orange (colour 1). And what do we see here? That's right, red just so happens to be the colour 2 we determined to be the colour which finishes set 3. Therefore we can conclude from multiple patterns within this set that orange is to yellow as green is to blue as purple is to red.

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Ace: it’s slightly NSFW, but there’s nothing explicit

Deuce: I’m allosexual, I’ll live

Ace: ok [sends picture]

Deuce: NEVERMIND

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Trey: Dennys is like, the place you go when you burn your dinner for the holidays

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Jade: Floyd… we’ve talked about this.

Floyd: about what

Jade: Tormenting the Gods…

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Azul: If you or a loved one has been attacked by Timothy--

Idia: SCREECH

Azul: or Screech, yes-- [dies to screech]

Azul: ...oh

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Floyd: this is what i call TRAUMA KARAOKE

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Epel: the femininity is dwindling and the polyamory is spreading

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Floyd, to Epel: Are you sustenance?….

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Kalim: I have never felt more unsafe than with your face.

OB!Jamil: What the fuck.

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Lilia: one day i will get my revenge. not only on the squirrel population, but the baby population

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Floyd: There’s like 4.5 trans people in this room

Idia: .5??

Azul: am I the .5

Floyd: yes

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Idia: Bad and naughty Discord users get put in the PS5 controller

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Floyd: I am going to UNZIP YOUR SPINE.

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Azul: This is all an elaborate game of pretend to them.

Floyd: AH YES. GAME OF PRETEND. LIKE HOW YOU KISSED ME ON THE MO U T H FOR PRA CT I CE

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Epel, behind Vil’s back on why he’s a vampire: It’s because he’s so pasty

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Kalim: i love sad cheesy romance scenes :)

Jamil: I love plotting evilly

Kalim: I also love plotting evilly but I also love sad cheesy romance scenes :)!!!

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Jade: Yes, hello. I've been keeping Kalim company.

Floyd: yes 😏 company. and they KISSED ON THE MOUTH GAYLY

Jade, ignoring him: He's been teaching me aaall sorts of things...

Floyd: 😳😳 YEAH GAY THINGS. LIKE KISSING ON THE MOUTH.

Jamil: Answer me. What did you do to Kalim

Jade: What did I...do? We were just having a pleasant conversation.

Floyd: ah yes just a pleasant conversation. DEFINITELY NOT GAYLY KISSING

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Jade: Out of the benevolence of Azul’s heart, he will let Jamil practice kissing with him.

Kalim: just like Floyd

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Floyd: SWING THE DICK AT THEM. HELICOPTER DICK TO SCARE THE NINJAS AWAY

Jamil:

Kalim:

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Trey: is it legal to milk clowns?

Jade: It depends on the clown… it depends on their sins…

Lilia: we dont like being milked actually

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Ruggie: I wish I cried lemonade... because then I'd cry more often and then I'd have lemonade. And then I wouldn't be sad anymore... but then I'd cry happy tears because I have lemonade, which would make me cry more... and then the cycle repeats...

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Floyd, in Minecraft: ooohhhHhhH Look at youUUU so KIND and GENEROUS HOUSEWARDEN--

Floyd, getting punched off the mineshaft by Azul: aH FUCK FUCK FUCK

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Ortho, after Idia showed him many cursed furbys: You owe me a new pair of eyes.

Idia: can they be furby eyes 😀

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Jack: Maybe the real booty is the friends we made along the way yknow

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Prof. Trein: Talk amongst yourselves, do not speak in Welsh.

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Cater: That's how Im gonna start commenting on things now. Just, person adjective

Deuce: Cater uh- nice

Cater, WITHOUT HESITATION: Deuce depressed

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Che’nya: My emotionally identifying with cats has nothing to do with me being a furry and EVERYTHING to do with me being autistic

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Yuu, about Grim: Your heart is bigger than your little body!!

Ace: so is his ego

Yuu, laughing: that’s true

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Silver: you look very intimidating right now

Sebek: Wh- Silver- I am sitting here eating my pocket muffin Silver

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Deuce: If you poke my eyes I won’t be able to breathe- wait

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Trey with a slinky over his eyes: New technology makes it more difficult to see! Mobility disaids

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Cater: You reenter the VC. I turn around in a swivel chair, filing my nails. “I've been expecting you,” I say.

Idia: ...... [disconnects]

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Jamil, to Kalim: I was wondering about the dust bunny too.. nO, NO, DONT EAT THE DUST BUNNY—

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Ace: What are we SUPPOSED to do? Hold each other by the toes and sing a friendship song???

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Lilia: mmmm bacon soap….

Silver:

Malleus:

Lilia:

Silver:

Malleus: …did you just say “bacon soap”?

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Silver: You DO look intimidating, eating your pocket muffin like an APPLE, staring into the middle distance dramatically

Sebek:

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Jamil: I really don’t want to touch your… gooey… wet… ball, Kalim.

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Leona: There’s weed in this tea… Hm. [takes another sip]

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Jamil: Kalim, stop putting your balls under the greenhouse. I don’t want to keep fishing them out.

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Floyd: Shrimpy, I want you to know that i am going to shit in your bathroom. just wanted to make sure you knew.

Azul: that is NOT how i expected you to end that sentence

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Jade: Whatcha doing?

Floyd: Your m—

Floyd:

Jade: Go on.

Floyd:

Jade: Finish the sentence, Floyd.

Floyd:

Jade: Floyd finish the sentence.

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Idia: THREE ASEXUALS… RECREATING SEX

Vil:

Jade: sex 2

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Lilia: Reminiscing from the glory days to the whore-y days

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Silver: I got off the plane, saw someone who was my friend, got hugged, then you TOOK OFF YOUR SHIRT, BIT INTO AN APPLE LIKE A MUFFIN, SAT AGAINST THE WINDOW LIKE A WALL SIT AND STARED AT ME

Sebek:

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Idia, TERRIFIED: PLEASE DO NOT LOOK TO ME FOR WISDOM I AM FUCKING STUPID

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Jamil: why do you have to pick the balls to kick that hurt the most, kalim

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Floyd: I like my men like I like my SCPs… keter class.

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Jamil: Don’t EAT your tie, Kalim-

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Jamil: Don’t steal any more frogs Kalim

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Idia: The heart wants what the heart wants… the heart wants autism. 🤷

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Jamil: LEAVE MY BALL ALONE

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Rook: maybe you can domesticate beastmen

Jack: I don’t like the implications of domesticated beastmen

Rook: I don’t think you appreciate my artistic interpretation here

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Floyd: I can’t believe Azul is a sugar daddy

Jade: …DONT SAY IT LIKE THAT

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Ace: if each day is a gift then can i return mondays?!

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Sebek: IF YOU WOULDNT LIE TO FAERIES THEN YOU SHOULDNT LIE ABOUT BEAN AND CHEESE BURRITOS

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Cater: Ace is dead?? Crab rave???

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Vil: I can’t believe you

Rook: I feel like you don’t appreciate my artistic expression

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Jamil: You need to go to the hospital

Floyd: I JUST WENT YESTERDAY!!!

Jamil: YEAH BUT THAT WAS BEFORE YOU ATE A MICROWAVE

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Floyd: personally speaking, mood. professionally speaking, yeah.

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Anyway that’s all this time, much longer than usual because I had a lot saved up

Lots of Floyd because he haunts my every thought my bad

[mouwrites]

PLEASE DO MORE SILLY SOUTH PARK, LIKE..

Maybe the Main 4 (& Butters, if you do him?) with a reader that’s Scott Malkinson’s cousin?

Yippee more South Park!! :D

South Park - Main 4 (+ Butters) With Scott Malkinson's Cousin

Cartman

He was absolutely DUMBFOUNDED when he found out you were Scott's cousin

Like, to him, you're way too cool and amazing to be related to someone like him

So when you first told him, he thought you were joking

"Don't even joke about that, Y/n. Scott's way too gross to be in your bloodline."

"...It wasn't a joke??"

"What."

You'd get upset when he poked fun at Scott, always rushing to defend your cousin

Cartman tries to dial the teasing down a little for your sake

(he also just doesn't want to get on your bad side)

Let's be real though, it's Cartman; he's not giving it up completely

He'll sometimes refer to you as "the cool cousin" and Scott as "the lame cousin" when talking about you both

Kenny

The first thing he blurted when you said Scott was your cousin was:

"Scott's your cousin? Then why don't you have a lisp??"

"Pfff— that's not how it works, Kenny."

You'll have to help him if you want him to be nicer to Scott

He just doesn't see the problem with a little lighthearted teasing, especially since he doesn't actually hate Scott

But once you explain to him that what he's doing is harmful, he'll give it up

He'll even apologize to Scott if you go with him

He's genuine when he says sorry; he doesn't want to hurt anyone that's important to you, no matter how funny it is

That being said, he'll still poke a little fun at him once he gets closer to Scott

Scott will poke fun at him back

Now that they're established as buddies, you have no problem listening (and giggling) as they banter

Kyle

Kyle sort of tries to separate you from Scott

He knows that Scott gets bullied a lot, and he doesn't want the same thing to happen to you

So he keeps you away from each other whenever possible

"Ooh! My cousin's over there, we should go sit with him."

"Uh, let's find somewhere else to sit..."

He knows that it's a little cold, but he's only trying to protect you

Eventually you figure out what he's doing and you confront him

When he explains it's because Scott is generally disliked by everyone, you're heartbroken

You force him to help you fix Scott's reputation

He begrudgingly agrees, mostly because he feels bad for keeping you away from your cousin

With your drive and his brains, you actually do manage to raise his status a little!

But uh... that just means that the other bullying targets (cough cough Pip cough cough) get more attention

Stan

Stan does not care who you're related to

He was a little surprised when you told him, mostly because you were pretty different from Scott (in his eyes at least)

But after that initial surprise, he was over it

He'll try to be nicer to Scott when you invite him to hang out with you

He also attempts to get the other guys to go easy on him

"Come on, guys. It's just a lisp. It's not even that funny."

Scott starts to grow on him a little, but not to the point of wanting to be close with him

You both sort of become Scott's protectors, standing up for him when people try to rag on him, even when he's not around

Butters

Unlike Stan, he made a big deal when you told him you were Scott's cousin

He got so excited,,,

"Scott? I know him! He goes to our school! Ooh, we should invite him to hang out with us!

And thus a new friend group was born

Scott's very grateful to have actual friends

He starts to become especially close with Butters, which you think is adorable

Sometimes people refer to Scott as your "third wheel," but it never feels like that when he's around

You three meet up at least once a week to watch fantasy movies/TV shows and geek out over them

You and Scott team up to convince your parents to let Butters come to family events too

You don't really need to though; both your guys' parents already love him, and they LIVE for your little friend group

The people at school... that's a different story

At first you faced a fair helping of bullying for hanging out with Scott, but it subsided until people pretty much left you guys alone

Not that you really cared anyway, all you cared about was having fun with your boyfriend and cousin :)

Thank you for this awesome request! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did :) Thanks for reading, take care!!

(divider by saradika)

[way2gosuperrstarr]

hi hi secret skeleton here!

was curious about your au! what's the relationship of Sunday and the DCAs? And the DCAs with each other? platonic? romantic? something else? and could you tell me more about their personalities? and any other cool lore you wanna share is welcome! haha sry lots of questions, i wanna get the vibe of all your characters :D

love ur art btw <3

!! hello !! staring at you intently..... who are you i wonder........

and don't worry about too many questions! they're always welcome i love to yap about my little guys c:

sunday and the dca have a slightly . weird relationship i guess? it's something something romantic but i don't know if i'd fully define it as such? but i'd definitely say it leans more into romantic territory than it does platonic. uhhh they kiss each other and stuff.

sunday and sun have a sort of enemies-friends relationship? (in a lighthearted way.) they would kill each other, probably. it's complicated. they bully each other, especially sun with sunday. with moon though, sunday's pretty friendly, if not a little intimidated by him at first. sunday spends more time with moon technically since it's on nightshift. they do actually have a pretty good relationship. moon likes to shadow sunday during their shifts, and when sunday hangs out in the daycare they tend to spend time with sun since the lights are on. sun and sunday banter a lot.

the dca are all very close :) specifically moon and sun; they've always had each other through out everything that's ever happened to them. they've always known they can rely on the other and it'd take a lot to tear them apart. i don't think eclipse is as close to the other two as they are to each other. i don't think eclipse has been around for a long time. and when he was around, it kinda wasn't as a "third" to the group? it was more of like a replacement type deal? honestly i'm still trying to figure out how eclipse factors into all of this stuff because i had a lot already done before he was revealed ,,, but he doesn't by any means have a bad relationship with the others when he is present. they're all very amicable with each other!

sunday's very awkward, it got this job in the first place to NOT interact with other people. and these robots are.... way too human like it's starting to feel way too much like what it was trying to avoid. they have pretty bad anxiety disorder and are very shy. they're also a bit impulsive during stressful situations, especially if someone else is at risk. brain stops working. they blank a lot. they enjoy wasting time on their shifts once they get all their assigned cleaning and p&s tasks done, sometimes they'll stop in the daycare during these times. they share their work schedule with the dca so they know when sunday will or won't be at the pizzaplex and so they won't waste time looking for it. sunday also has a short temper. they actively try to be the kindest person they caj be and positive but they often have pretty negative thought patterns.

sun is very talkative, animated, and expressive. he talks with his hands a lot with grand gestures and little "acts" to go along with what he's talking about. sun is a more "jester's privilege" jokes and japes kind of guy. he has a very short fuse, especially when the virus is active, and loses his temper in very loud, but very short, bursts. he and sunday get into arguments because of this a lot! he loves to jingle all his bells but he can keep them all perfectly silent if he wants to, as can moon. sun enjoys crafts and singing! he's not very good at singing, but he has a keen eye for art. he actually really enjoys painting. he's not too bad at landscapes.

moon is very quiet, reserved, and mischievous. moon does NOT talk very much. most of what he's saying is conveyed through his hands motions and body language. it speaks very few words. moon loves pranks! it mainly pulls pretty harmless pranks, small ones, but they do begin to ramp up with the virus. of course. moon likes to sing and make music, and unlike sun, is actually pretty good at it! it really enjoys lullabies. moon spends a lot of time with music man learning music. djmm tends to adjust the music he's making when moon's around to suit it's tastes a little better.

eclipse, once again, is...... a bit hard for me to grasp,,. i'd see them as joyful, sing-songy, and kind. i also get a pretty clear image of jevil in my head when i think about him? really his chaos! chaos! i can do anything! line. i still struggle with how i want to perceive eclipse but i'd say my vision of him would align closer to canon than fanon. i do not like fanon balloon world eclipse very much. I AM A HATER !!!!! (lighthearted)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

What do Gojo and Shoko think about curse user! Reader?

ANONNNNN 🥹🥹 cried tears of joy when i saw this in my inbox i love my awful little baby meowmeow so dearly……. thank you for indulging me <3

reader’s dynamic with satoshoko is. complicated 😭 it’s not nearly as troubled as their relationship with suguru but like . you know. reader left all three of them behind. and now they’re back. it feels weird for all of them!!!! but satoshoko are both the type to go with the flow, so they adjust a lot quicker than suguru or reader does. satoru basically acts like nothing is wrong — he welcomes reader back with open arms. their dynamic is lighthearted in the sense that satoru teases them and they go hissy cat mode LMAO. i don’t think he’s is the type to hold grudges at all; they’ve always been important to him, and their crimes don’t mean much in comparison to that.

…. i do think he genuinely gets angry when they say certain things that trigger suguru’s trauma :’3 but he’s good at hiding it .

as for shoko…. reader is probably the most sincere with her. mostly because they’ve always been a little weak to her :’) so they find it hard to be cruel. i think their dynamic mostly consists of sitting together in comfortable silence. shoko resents them for leaving, but she’s also happy that they’re back. she’s just wayyy too repressed to deal with any of those feelings 😭 but yeah!! i’d say their dynamic is the most relaxed and Normal. they crack little jokes here and there. shoko invites them to bars. they’re a lightweight which she bullies them for <333 etc.

[littleliquor]

When Daylight Fades (pt. 3)

Note: Wednesday’s coming in part 5 (posting later so stay tuned)! I figured out how to head into her story over my lunch break. This chapter is going to be a bit of a bonding time. A little lighthearted (or not?) Feel free to leave me a message if you want more :)

Summary: Witch!Reader receives an unexpected visit from her “Coven family” who delivered a word of wisdom that upset her. Tyler opened up about his anger towards his mother’s passing and outcasts. The two bonded over the treatment towards Hydes from the outcasts. 

Warning: 

Part 1   Part 2   Part 4   Part 5  Part 6  Part 7

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No one ever told me what to do when your sunshine in life became darkness. No one ever told me how addictive and how much I’d want it more as the darkness crept over him. Tyler was the light in this life to guide me through the clouds and shadows. But the more the darkness of Hyde became him, somehow I wanted more. I wanted more darkness, more shadows, on him and finally onto me. It felt as if a lifetime of bloodlust that lurked within me had finally gained its vicarious outlet.  

It started off as vengeance, when normies stormed into my village with flaming torches and pitchforks, killing my kins like lambs to their slaughter. So I hunted them down, one by one, until I was strong enough. Then I took their entire village same way they took mine, sparing no souls behind. At one point, I grew weary and fearful of what I had become. But then I began to enjoy it. Each life I took, I took joyously. The scream of the dying made my heart race and my blood boil. 

Until I met Tyler. For the first time in many lives, I remembered the smaller things that brought me so much happiness. Playing make believes in treehouse, skipping rocks by the river side… For once, I wanted to be normal, without the burden and the sickly urge to harm. 

Chatters in the quad were usual in the morning. What was unusual was the unsettling and worrisome atmosphere surrounding it. 

“Y/N!” Bianca waved at me to the fountain. “Where have you been last night?” Her clear blue eyes had concern written all over them. 

“I spent the night at Tyler’s. What’s wrong? Wait, you didn’t tell anyone I wasn’t here, right?” I lowered my voice. 

“Of course not! What kind of friend do you think I am? Haven’t you heard? Some kids were murdered in the woods last night. I thought you were one of them.” She showed me the news on her phone. 

“Can’t say I have heard.” I denied swiftly, frowning at the news content. 

Gruesome Murder of Four Teenagers Found in The Woods. 

“Speaking of, judging from your constant sleepovers, it’s safe to assume that your dates’ been going well?” Bianca’s lips curled up into a sly smirk. “I didn’t even know when you guys started!” 

“It was, dramatic.” I laughed dryly. Whatever happened in the cave wasn’t something you could just share to everyone. 

“Not the type I’d imagined you’d like but I’m happy for you.” Bianca shrugged, giving me a cheeky wink before walking to her class. 

At our herbology class, I couldn’t help but noticed that Thornhill’s eyes kept flowing to my direction, colder and colder with each glare. If I was an innocent teenage girl, her looks could send some proper chills down my spine. Luckily, I was not. 

“I heard you got closer to the sheriff’s son.” Xavier turned around to my desk, whispering in a tone which I could only identified as disappointment. 

“The rumour’s true.” I spun my pen in between my fingers with a carefree attitude, though deep down, I felt apologetic for dating the person who ran with his bullies. “I’m sorry what he and his friends did to you…” 

“No, it’s cool. I just want to… warn you. He’s bad news.” Xavier sighed, shaking his head with a bitter smile. 

“You do realize the more you tell me not to do something, the more I want to do that right?” I joked lightheartedly, hoping to lighten up the atmosphere. 

“I sure do. Just be careful.” He scoffed quietly. 

I went to the Weathervane after the fencing practice. Seemingly it had become a part of my daily routine to sneak off to see Tyler. Weathervane at the late night hour was about as quiet as a graveyard. As I walked through the door, his eyes shot from behind the counter. A big, stupid grin crept onto his face. 

“You’re late today!” Tyler leaned against the counter, beaming with my usual order in his hand. 

“Do you say that to every customer?” I gawked, brushing his hand while picking up the coffee. 

“Only reserved for my special VIP.” 

As I turned around, I noticed a certain familiar figure sitting at my usual booth, one I could never forget, as much as I wished. Draped in her tightly fitted leather jacket and six-inch killer stiletto heels. A wide grin pulled her red lips ear to ear as I reciprocated to her anticipating gaze. I let out a long, somber sigh, sitting down across her. 

“Joy, what are you doing here?” I pursed my lips together in an unconcealed annoyance. 

“Y/N, I’m doing fine. Thanks a lot for asking.” Joy didn’t not find my aloofness to be strange. I didn’t want to see her and she was well-acquainted with my disdain towards most members of the Coven. The idea of “big family” didn’t quite sit well with me. 

“You didn’t come all the way from Europe for small talks, did you?” I crossed my arms in front of my chest, leaning back to the chair. 

“I believe it would be even more torturous to you if my answer was yes. Luckily, no.” Joy swept her hair behind her shoulder, speaking in a volume only we could hear. “I’m here to warn you. I’m worried. I’d seen how hard you’ve tried to steer away from your history. I just don’t want you to repeat it. Being close to a creature of violence and darkness will only derail you from the path you’ve been building.” 

“I already told you, I know what I’m doing. I don’t need your lecture.” I said, stirring my coffe in a swift, clockwise motion. 

“Think about it. Centuries ago, you wouldn’t let yourself be in a crowd of normies without killing at least a few. Right now, you have the power to wipe out this entire town or turn them against one another in the blink of an eye and yet you didn’t. That was more self-control and determination than I’ve ever seen in a lot of witches. I don’t want you to let that all go to waste. I know you don’t believe you need any of us but…” Joy propped her elbows on the table, looking into eyes with a candidness that I didn’t believe. 

“Where were you when I needed saving? When they burnt me on the stake, I called for you. No one came. Now you expect me to believe a word that came out of your snake’s tongue? You have no rights to come up here in the first place.” I narrowed my eyes. In front of her, I could barely hold the rage that burned from the depth of my stomach. A rage that I’d been repressing for longer than I remembered. 

Joy opened her lips for a moment, but then decided against it. She sighed in dejection as she stood up from the seat. 

“Say what you want. If you need me, us, in anyway, you know how to find me.” That was the last words she left before the clacking sound of her heels headed out of Weathervane. 

I placed my palms over my face and took a deep breath to regain my poise. I knew Joy cared about me truly but I would give up the world before I give up on Tyler. I wondered if the path of darkness was the only path I could walk with him by my side, or could things be different. 

The moment my father found out about my abilities, I noticed the way he looked at me changed. I wasn’t the innocent little girl he nurtured, but a creature that sends chills down his spine the more I stayed under his roof. He didn’t desert his responsibilities, of course, no. He merely avoided anything more than that. 

I was left on my own for a very long time, until the Coven recovered me. They took me in like one of their own. Yet, none of their pretentious kindness could repent for their indifference when I called for their help at my demise, last demise. 

As I placed my hands back on the coffee, my eyes were met by a pair of turquoise ones. I jumped slightly out of shock. 

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. I thought I saw you guys arguing over something. You look pretty upset there.” Tyler placed a freshly baked scone in front of me. Even the plate was lukewarm. The chocolate scent was enough to make anyone’s day. 

“It’s just some… family business. She means no harm.” I smiled dryly, poking the pastry with a fork. Tyler’s look softened when I mentioned “no harm”. Part of me was relieved that I didn’t accidentally murdered the Supreme of my own Coven. “Joy is the leader of my Coven. She just dropped by to see if I was doing alright in Nevermore.” 

“Not much of a happy kind of family reunion?” Tyler asked, fingers twitching lightly in a quiet, nervous disposition. 

“In case you haven’t noticed by now, I’m kind of the rebel in the family. Surely even my dad has talked to yours about just how much of a headache I am.” I shrugged. It didn’t bother me much that my troubling nature had been found rather unbecoming by many more around me. Not that I cared enough to change. 

“I might have overheard. Not to me though, you aren’t.” He gleamed comfortingly.

“Then you clearly don’t know me well enough.” I bit down on my lower lip. There were many secrets to a person that should never be uncovered. Some past were too grim to be heard of on this earth again. Tyler’s look lingered on me, searching for a non-existing sign that I was joking around. 

“I don’t want to pressure you. I think, when you’re willing to let me in, you’d be surprised.” He was reluctant to give up on pursuing for the skeletons I kept behind my closet, but my silence and unsettling did seem to worry him. 

“I could say the same about you. You know, therapist aren’t your only outlet. I’m always here if you need me.” My fingers danced along the veins on the back of his hand, expecting him to become defensive and withdrawing just as the first time I visited him after his mother’s wake. The image of him slamming the door with a stone-cold look was burnt in the back of my mind. At time, I stopped talking to him altogether to avoid agitating him further, in hopes that he would be in good hand with his father. However, it didn’t seem to be the case at all. 

Tyler didn’t shy away from my touch or my attempt to opening him up about his mother this time. He turned his wrist up, smoothing over my pulse point.

“I’m angry, had been since she was gone. He… uh, doesn’t want to talk about her at all. And you, you stopped talking to me for some reasons. Somehow, I’ve never felt more… alone.” 

“I thought you needed your peace when I visited after the wake. I’m sorry I didn’t come check up on you sooner.” 

“I did slammed the door… You have every right to keep the distance from me. I should be saying sorry to you. But that’s not what I was angry about.” Tyler shook his head. He was smiling but tears were glistening in his eyes. 

“Then what is it?” 

“You see, a while after she passed. Your teacher came to me, claiming that she knew the true reason why Mom made that decision. Mom used to go to Nevermore, but when she needed their help, they never gave her any help nor guidance. They were all too scared. Ironic, isn’t? Outcasts fearing another outcast. It’s their rejection and isolation that pushed her off the cliff. All her life, she thought that was a place where she belonged and it betrayed her when she needed them most.” As Tyler explained, his expression darkened with a ghastly shadow, cold, angry, almost sadistic. It was a look that I’d never seen on him before, except for the time when he looked at my bullies outside of Weathervane. 

“Fear makes people do things. As far as I know, several Hydes were accepted in Nevermore throughout its long history, until they were banned for being too violent, unpredictable and uncontrollable.” I pursed my lips in disapproval, having known far too well how fear makes the worst in people magnify in the most catastrophic way. “That’s a crock of shit. People fear things that they don’t understand, but they don’t seek ways to understand it.” 

I had gone through some readings about the school’s history for leisure entertainment. The accepting and inspection on the species stopped after a terrible incident inside the school. A whole hall student population was wiped out overnight as a Hyde lost control. They did nothing to help, simply keeping all Hydes out as if they never existed. I’d seen it far too many times. A fate like this often happens between human and outcasts. Luckily, outcasts built themselves a safety haven that was Nevermore. Casted out by outcasts? That was the true tragedy. 

“You think there’s a way to control… it?” Tyler’s eyes shot up to mine, gazing into mine with disbelief. 

“There has to.” I rested my face on my palm, reaffirming with a seething determination.

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HIIIII! (sorry if you're not taking requests rn) I was wondering if you could do a Jax x Reader who's like Spot from We're Lalaloopsy on Netflix? [fem] (specifically the Netflix one there's multiple Lalaloopsy shows/movies and they're all different) if you've never heard of we're Lalaloopsy, Spot is the best artist in the show, she loves painting, sculpting, anything like that. Spot is pretty innocent, always super energetic, but I would also like to add that the reader isn't upset by his jokes. Easily flustered, like, really, really easily. sorry if this was too specific 😭 Irrelevant note; I'm posting this anonymously because if my friends found out I made this request they'll bully me forever (I don't even think they have tumblr but wtv) again sorry if you couldn't understand this request, or if you can't do it. no rush!! <3

Jax x Spot (lalaloopsy)!Reader !

I know you likely mean that your friends would tease you for acting like this; but truly if its something you like and they make you feel bad you gotta let them know, unless you already have and they dont listen

In that case leave em!

I know you're likely being lighthearted but I will not stand for bullying RAAAAAAAH!!!

That said I hope you enjoy YAHOO!!

First things first, the fact that you're unbothered by jax's antics and pranks only fuels jax to keep trying to at LEAST get you a little annoyed

Thus leads to the two of you becoming closer; be it platonic or romantic ! Honestly at some point he starts stopping by your room just to chat with you

Sometimes watches you work on an art piece; I think I had a post recently with the cast x reader who draws and crochets.. and if memory serves me correctly I think I said jax would personally not be into it but wouldnt exactly turn you down if you offered (will blow you off if you guys are not friends, though)

And I think the same applies here; like sometimes he'll watch you work away and chat with you during the process but he wouldnt be too keen on making something for himself

Though I think if you got him to sit down and doodle with you he would draw some "scary" stuff (I.e. crude things or things that he can squeeze past the digital worlds censors) to try to bug you

But it doesnt really work; actually if anything you probably compliment him which totally throws him off

Attempts to ruin your innocence and naivety (not in a NSFW way ofc, this has been and always will be a SFW blog but the amount of NSFW reqs I've received over the past year is nuts and I feel I need to specify I mean this as SFW)

Like trying to introduce you to how horrible things can be

But it doesnt

Ruin you, if anything you show empathy

Just a sweetheart

Honestly the fact you're energetic is a good thing for jax since he can be all over the place, so if you can march his energy you guys can have a solid relationship, even if you dont match his mischief

Oh and hes definitely gonna exploit the fact you're easily flustered; casually slips in flirts and pickup lines when talking to you (if this is meant to be romantic), and flooding you with compliments just to get you all beet red

Little menace

But hes your menace

[helipackjack]

In honor of autism acceptance week, let's go over some canonically shown signs of Jack being autistic.

Special interest- robotics. He also has bursts of shorter term hyperfixations, such as his movie. He also fixates on Chase Young like a celebrity special interest.

Certain tasks considered complicated by many are easy for him, yet some tasks most others do with ease are hard for him. His way of thinking and logic deviates from the standard too.

He has trouble talking to people and expressing himself. He often fumbles over his words and has things come out the opposite of what he was trying to say. This often earns him a scolding or weird look.

Jack is canonically implied to practice his facial expressions and lines, almost like he has to manually do his expressions and perform for others, though rather than masking, he just puts on his evil persona. He also has stress induced facial tics

His monologing. He does this often, speaking to himself. It's a result of his loneliness, but I think this would have happened either way, just at a lesser scale.

He treats objects like they have feelings. Heck, he gave them feelings.

This is extrapolating a bit, but how easily he gets riled up, to the point of even having certain words set him off without fail. When Ashley says his parents and the party guests were calling him a weirdo, he has a violent reaction, shouting "What's so weird about me!?" I believe it's a result of repressed emotions regarding his earlier childhood, before he turned evil. Even if it was never said, he was definitely severely bullied at school, in part due to his autism, and he was called weird for just being himself and exhibiting autism symptoms, exhibiting behavior that to him, is normal and natural, just trying to go through life and maybe make friends. This being attacked just for existing caused being called weird to be sensitive topic to him, and convinced him that he'll never be good enough no matter how hard he tries to be good, so he turned to evil.

Now to more lighthearted stuff

Yippee!

The little small sounds he makes sometimes just because. Just his vocal stims in general.

This.

Season 3 made a brainless joke of him but this scene was so good. He was stimming here. Stimming for the sake of it cause it makes him happy. I relate to this so much.

The scene where Jack had the monkey staff for the first time and jumped around his lab, we all wanted to do that, bounce off the walls.

He loves charts and spreadsheets, to the point he went to update it first thing after seeing Mala Mala Jong.

Him sitting like this

And last, the pangolin collection

[dumbasssoftly]

look, not to be a bitch, but im tired of the whole ‘mike is such a bully and a controversy king hmph!’ Like I get it. He says dumb shit. But for a 44 year old man, he’s pretty good. Compared to the other 44 year old men I know in Real life, he’s pretty damn good. I get how his whole ‘stfu Zoomers’ schtick can be annoying, but he’s clearly joking. He finds that funny, it’s lighthearted, whatever, he’s a 44 year old man, I don’t give a shit. I’m in my late 20s, I have rent to pay buddy, I’m not worried about what this man says when his most controversial take of the Week is that he calls his audience young. Like??? You have not been on YouTube fuckin long enough or seen enough awful shit if you think that’s the worst thing a man can fucking do, if I’m calling Mike a fuckin relief, a fucking respite from the rest of the internet, what the fuck do you think I’m comparing him to. honestly. think about it. If he’s the Best (ish) for the select kind of Man I want to watch, because I get joy from it, can you possibly imagine the kinds of other shit men within his bracket? And when I hop on tumblr dot com I don’t go to the rlmblr tag to see y’all going ‘oooh he said a nasty thinggg grr shame on you bad man’ no I go because I want to see you guys’ goofin and having fun and posting the thirstiest tags known to man I don’t come here to see blortch and co.’s rancid, mid-ass, ice-cold takes. They do it for shits and giggles, (which. I mean, do you.) but some of you take mikes word vomit a little too seriously. It’s a 44 year old man. On the internet. Who does movie reviews. He meets the baseline moral criteria, baby, and that’s all I care about. I don’t watch him for his sociopolitical beliefs, I watch him bc it’s an hour+ of voices in the background so I can work, because I have a Job and I have Rent and Bills to Pay, and because I want to sit on his fat cock that’s all that’s it I rest my case goodnight.