#nerds with violent tendencies

[quoththerobin]

I read Tim's first appearances for the first time in ages today and man do I have AU ideas about it.

[beastsovrevelation]

A great plot for a Millory fanfic could be Satan agrees to not usher in the Apocalypse, but, the future Supreme has to marry his son in return. You know, because... He has his reasons? Politics? Wants grandchildren?.. A whole dynasty?..

Maybe later, these creepy sexist warlocks try to kill their newborn daughter. And regret it, of course. Before death, and after.

I wonder, would Michael already be the long-haired, mature Antichrist, or still an angsty teen? For Mallory's sake, I hope it's the former.

Would he be enthusiastic, though? Agree because his daddy told him? Or try and refuse, only for Satan to tell him "tough, get in the suit"?..

[ozzgin]

okay, hear me out: mean girl!reader x nerdy/sub!yandere

nerd!yan who gets bullied by you all the time, with harsh name calling and forcing him to do your homework.

nerd!yan who grows intrigued with you. you’re so confident, so pretty, so cool! how can he not like you?

nerd!yan who’s slowly growing more obsessed. his breath hitches whenever you loom over him with that annoyingly hot smirk of yours, calling him such mean, degrading names

nerd!yan who gets jealous whenever he sees you targeting someone else. you can’t bully them!! you should pay attention to him and only him. oh well, he’ll just have to eliminate the competition, so you can go back to “tormenting” him again.

nerd!yan who’s really such a pervert! he followed you home and was pleasuring himself to your scent that lingered on your clothing… such dirty behaviour!

mean girl!reader who returns home to find one of her classmates in her bedroom, and how can she not smile at the sight? he’s so pretty, such a cute little plaything…

mean girl!reader who had always been aware of nerd!yan’s obsessive tendencies, and played along. but now that he’s been caught red handed…

mean girl!reader who degrades poor nerd!yan for being such a disgusting pervert, but submits to nerd!yan’s fantasies anyway. she plays with him, leaving harsh love bites and scratches over his soft skin, reducing him to a moaning, whiney mess.

nerd!yan who’s basically your pet now, obediently following you throughout school, happily accepting all your orders, no matter how demeaning or gross they are.

people who even dare look your way with romantic interest? they get disposed of in…well, let’s just say, messy. oh, but not that nerd!yan will ever let you see it happen! your precious, beautiful eyes should be shielded from such violent acts. but if you ever ask… tilt your head playfully with a soft smile and ask him to let you watch, he might.

tldr; mean girl and a nerdy yandere that are both equally toxic for each other

have an awesome day!! I would really like to see you write a concept like this <3

-Ash

Nerd!Loser!Yandere x Mean Girl!Bully!Reader

They say being in the right relationship motivates you to strive for the best version of yourself. Sometimes, the opposite is true. What happens when your soulmate brings out your most depraved self? Content: female reader, mildly NSFW, obsessive behavior, violence, bullying, loser is meant in a loving way, yandere consents to everything

You really aren't that bad of a person. Or at least you weren't before you met the odd man you now call your boyfriend. How did it all begin? For the sake of full disclosure, alright, you have always been somewhat on the mean side. A little too sarcastic, a little too blunt, perhaps a little too harsh. You don't like soft people and have little patience for their stumbling attempts. But, you can hold your tongue as long as it doesn't involve you.

The meeting, at least from your point of view, was entirely accidental. Despite just starting your university year, your charisma had quickly gained you enough friends and acquaintances to have a stable sample of potential group partners. Except for one class. One single missing person, and you were asked to include a name you didn't recognize. Some young man who almost never showed up to class.

Oh, but he did. He was there for every lecture, for every seminar. His, and yours. His first encounter with you was not what most would call romantic. On day one he'd gotten lost. The crowded halls, the new environment, the noise, the smell, everything overwhelmed him, and he found himself wandering in a panic, until at last he bumped into you. The impact sent him straight onto the ground, books pathetically spilling from his trembling arms. You, on the other hand, remained standing as if nothing happened. "Pull yourself together, dumbass", you hissed through your teeth, looking into his eyes for one brief moment before moving on to your friends: "You have to give it to them straight, otherwise they'll think we're still in high school and someone will hold their hand all the time. It's embarrassing! Grown adults!"

He can't remember anything else from that day. Only your voice, your expression, your stance. Somehow, for whatever reason, that "dumbass" went straight to his heart. To think you'd look after him, a complete stranger. You were right, he needed to recollect himself and figure it out. Something even his own mother omitted to mention.

How he wished he could be like you. The way professors relied on you for discussions, the way your friends flocked for advice. But see, he knew you were faking most of it. That overly sweet smile and exaggerated politeness, all of it was a mask you'd learned to wear at any time. It only came off when dealing with people like him. There was a certain pride in that fact: he'd seen the real you. Not your "friends".

The more he thought about it, the more plagued by need he became. The need to hear you speak to him again, in that raw, unfiltered voice, with that disgusted glare piercing through his entire being. Thus, he did his best - as per your advice - to find another opportunity. The group work. One glance at him was enough for you to remember: "Ah, fuck, you're that dumbass from first day", you whined in frustration. Instant arousal.

And so, your unusual partnership began to develop. Or rather, your game of tormentor versus tormented. (Un)Paid actors and nothing more. It didn't take you long to notice his strange reaction to your verbal aggressions, almost as if the man relished in your ruthlessness. He seemed to know exactly what buttons to press in order to anger you. In return, you decided to see how far you could go until he'd finally cave in. From insults, to flicking him in the forehead, shoving him against the wall, ordering him around like a collared dog. You had your suspicions, but it all culminated when you went over to his little dorm room for a final project review. You'd gotten so upset - what did he even do? - that you pushed him hard into the ground and straddled him, holding onto the collar of his jacket and shouting profanities. A horrified grimace struck his face, and you froze. Have you gone too far? Was he finally going to ask that you stop, and put this strange charade behind? "P-please give me a moment, I..." he panted, frantically trying to move you aside. "I need to take care of myself. I'm so sorry." You hesitantly stood up and noticed the obvious erection in his pants.

You have a strange effect on him. He is not incapable; he knows it very well. And yet, the temptation is too great: to pretend, to exaggerate, to fail, anything to have you take the lead and lovingly scold him in the process. "What do you mean you're too anxious to present your part? Christ, you're useless. Utterly, completely useless." He can't wait to pleasure himself later to the memory of your words. Truly addicting. He doesn't mind being a doormat if it's your feet keeping him down. You bring out his most pathetic, perverted, deplorable self.

The same can be said about you. You've never been this mean to anyone. You hadn't even intended to reach this point, yet something keeps riling you up. Maybe it's his pleading pout whenever he's being reprimanded. The hooded, lustful eyes gazing up at you submissively and waiting for the next burning whip of your tongue. He brings out the worst in you and he loves every second of it.

You unlock the door and march into the bedroom (you've since moved in together). Without a warning, you grip his chin tightly and give the man a firm tug, forcing him to pay attention. "You did something, didn't you? I was supposed to meet with a classmate for coffee and he vanished without a trace. Won't answer my texts or calls." He shakes his head in denial at first, wide innocent eyes glistening in fear. Ah, he can't help it. His lips curl in a crooked grin. He's been caught. You shove two fingers in his mouth, and without delay he twirls his tongue around them hungrily. "What a psychotic bitch you are. You want to be the only one, huh? Is that what it is about?" Between the slurps and the whimpers, you can discern a hurried nod.

[tritoch]

I wish people were willing to have a slightly broader or more expansive understanding of FFXIV's women because I think there's so much there in terms of easily-unearthed subtext that no one really thinks about! And I don't mean this in a "people need to re-evaluate their response to the women of Stormblood" way (though I do think that's largely true), I mean I think fandom's understanding even of the women it mostly likes is pretty weak. And you can say that's because the women are underwritten, and I won't argue that they couldn't use more attention from the writing, but that doesn't prevent you from analyzing them the way you can any character in fiction.

Like everyone's always like, oh, Y'shtola and Krile are like your snarky wine aunts, haha. But...Sharlayan is a pretty ossified and patriarchal society from what we see of it in Endwalker and places like the AST quests. Can we open ourselves to the possibility that it means something that almost every young Sharlayan woman we meet, almost all young women in academia, tends to be a little sharp and quick on the retort? The arch and snarky ways in which those two carry themselves reflect in some sense the facts that Krile is almost literally a nepo baby woman in STEM who is barely older than her students, while Y'shtola learned her behaviors from her much older female mentor, a woman who hated Sharlayan academic culture so much she literally abandoned it to go live in a cave.

Or like, Alisaie! Fan jokes and meta frequently buy into her tendency to characterize the dynamic between her and Alphinaud as a jock/nerd, street savvy extrovert vs book smart introvert thing. Except, tragically, Alphinaud's highest stat is 100% Charisma and he absolutely pulled in his student days. All his greatest achievements are diplomatic, and he very easily develops strong friendships with people in every culture you learn about. Alisaie is the determined, sensitive genius who revolutionizes Eorzea by proving the tempered can be healed. She's just permanently carrying a chip on her shoulder that while she and her brother are remembered as the youngest students in Studium history, actually he got in six months before her, a fact pretty much no one else ever brings up once. She's constantly fuming over the fact that he was marginally better than her in certain specific ways in high school, and looking to differentiate them in ways that actually fail to credit her own obvious strengths and accomplishments. I think that's so fun! It's so juicy, and it's equally good for comedy or serious character studies.

Venat is a genuinely benevolent hero who has no compunction sacrificing lives for the greater good. Minfilia is kind and compassionate and clearly on some level actually buys into the narrative of her own unique moral authority. Ysayle is a revolutionary firebrand with almost no concern for the common man, whose death reflects her Javert-like inability to reconcile her own romantic belief in justice with the tragic ways her blinkered worldview (born largely of trauma) let her be easily co-opted by a violent system. But even people who like these characters rarely move past surface-level reads (people who think Venat is just an all-loving mommy figure make me want to fucking die). The fandom is allergic to drawing connections the game doesn't draw, and fails to recognize that FFXIV is a game where characters voice understandings of themselves and others that are wrong about as often as they're right.

You can already see the ways that women like Wuk Lamat and Cahciua and Sphene are getting flattened or losing their shading in fan reception and it's boring. Like I'm not even saying this because you should take female characters more seriously or something (though you should), I'm literally just bored to tears sometimes and if you guys turn Wuk Lamat into another Hot Dumb Jock Lady, I will combust.

[noctiva]

I’m back!! I’m super curious do you have a list of general Toby Headcanons posted anywhere or am I just entirely blind? Lmao I’m super curious what your HCs for the man are like.

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you’re not blind!! I’ve been meaning to post a general hc list for AGESSSSS you just gave me to push to do it hehe here it is!

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Toby Rogers - General Headcanons

CW for: mentions of violence, cannibalism, self-destructive tendencies

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Visual/Appearance

Toby is a tall, lanky mf. Standing at about 6’1 but appears shorter because he’s got horrible posture.

The CEO of having a sleeper build tbh. He looks skinny, especially under all the layers of sweaters and jackets he likes to wear, but don’t let that fool you. He’s scary strong, with a mean right hook.

Mousy brown hair that’s long enough to cover his ears. Shaggy, choppy, and uneven because he cuts it himself.

Has a ton of freckles that show best when he’s gotten some sun

Crooked, chipped teeth from one too many blows to the face, with uncannily sharp canines.

Dark, dark brown eyes with even darker circles under them.

Wardrobe

The midwest emo type

Flannels, ripped baggy jeans, jackets with patches that he sewed on himself

Either wearing a beat up pair of sneakers or more sturdy hunting boots when he’s out on a mission

Wears a ton of layers (as mentioned before) because he always feels cold even if it’s warm outside

I’m talking like; a t-shirt, under a hoodie, with a flannel over top, topped with a big comfy jacket

Personality

Sarcastic motherfucker. Even in times that definitely don’t warrant it al all.

Pretty scarred mentally from being bullied ruthlessly as a kid, so he’s actually really closed off. Pretty reluctant to get close to or open up to people because he’s convinced he’ll just end up being the butt of the joke again.

HATES being around aggressive, violent men. Reminds him too much of his father, and he’ll genuinely just freeze up completely as a trauma response.

Same goes for people who drink. He can’t stand that shit either. (He will smoke weed though, but alcohol is a complete no go).

Absolute jokester once you actually do get him to open up. Pretty carefree and funny, despite it all.

Chronically bottles up his emotions. Would much rather just slap on a smile and push everything down than actually confront them. (Leads to pretty nasty breakdowns more often than not.)

Shit disturber. Will stir drama and start fights just because he’s bored.

Swears like a sailor.

General

Chronic nail biter and skin picker. It’s partially an oral fixation type thing so if it’s not his fingers in his mouth it’s a toothpick, or gum, or the drawstrings of his sweater orrrr…

…A cigarette. Because this man smokes like a chimney. Tim isn’t fully to blame for why he got into it, but he is the one Toby stole smokes from when he first got the urge to try it.

Now it’s a constant thing. Half a pack a day on a good day. He’s always got one tucked behind his ear, and he constantly reeks of the smell of it.

Has a ton of scarring from piercings he did on himself and then decided he hated a few months later. (The only ones he kept being a septum and a pair of snakebites, but he sucks at taking care of them so they’re infected like ALL the time)

He’s flip floppy like this in a lot of aspects of his life. Constantly hyperfixating on things just to decide he hates them a few weeks later.

Also does stick n’ poke tattoos on himself like all the time. Dumb little chicken scratch doodles on his arms and thighs.

Loves sour candy like CRAZY.

A huge nerd deep down. Used to collect comic books and figurines when he was a kid, but lost them all when his house burnt down. (If he breaks into someone’s house and finds some nowadays he’s stealing them. IMMEDIATELY. Especially if it’s anything X-Men.)

Speaking of stealing, he’s a klepto. If he wants it, he’s just gonna take it. And lord knows the proxies don’t get paid a living wage so it’s not like he’d be able to afford it anyway.

Big forager. Likes to look for animal bones and pretty rocks while out in the woods. Cleans them and decorates the shelves of his cabin with them. Also likes to carve things as well. Making knives out of sticks and bones. Little figures that he whittles to keep his hands busy.

Is fluent in German, and slips back into it when he’s really pissed or annoyed (or when… yk..). His mother spoke it a lot at home when he was growing up.

Has cannibalistic tendencies and pretty nasty intrusive thoughts. Almost always bites a chunk out of his victims before disposing of their body. Has a hard time not getting a taste of the living people he knows.

Chews on his own skin because of this, gnawing at his palms to satiate the craving for blood.

Pyromaniac (duh) always has a lighter or matches on him. Sets fires just for fun, and could sit and stare into the flames for hours on end.

He hates his tics :( It’s deep seated trauma from the kids at school and shit his dad used to say to him. To the point where he’s grown a habit of hitting himself whenever he does tic, like if he punishes himself for doing it, maybe one day his body will stop (it hasn’t)

Verbal and physical tics. Often mimicry of words and sounds he hears often (common ones include whistles that mimic bird calls)

Low-key a sadist. Because he can’t feel pain himself, watching people react to being in pain is morbidly fascinating to him. Really takes his time with his victims because of it.

Virgin teenage boy levels of hormones LMAOOO. The type to have a bikini model poster plastered on his bedroom wall.

Sucks at talking to girls irl though. Puts on a way too confident facade and makes a total fool of himself more often than not.

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yaaaay! I’ve been meaning to post this for ages

let me know if you guys want relationship hcs too (sfw + nsfw)!

[esmedelacroix]

03 - Nerd Alert

synopsis ! he’s an American football player by day and a passionate mathematician by night. She’s a well-rounded historian and writer who couldn’t evaluate a derivative to save her life. They lived in two different worlds but shared the same study room.

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cw ! no use of y/n, y/n is _____, fluff, slow burn, college au, ooc sukuna, f!reader, child abuse/neglect, alcohol, angst, brief mention of self-harm, depressive tendencies, suggestive, explicit mentions of smut

fic radio ! idfc by blackbear

Sukuna lived multiple lives. In a weird way, he was so many different people depending on his environment. When acting in almost every scenario, you lose yourself.

Deep down. Under all the layers Sukuna had created to protect himself, He was a nerd at heart. He enjoyed comics of Superheros fighting bad guys. It was what inspired him to workout and go to the gym. His favorite DC comic heros made him feel strong. Like he had a chance against the weird men that preyed on his mother or the ones that would get violent with her. His mom didn't give a rats ass about him. Then again she was too deep into her high to realize the situation she was in. More importantly, the position she put her son in.

Ryomen secretly played Five Nights at Freddy's with his elementary school friend Nanami. He couldn't take the bullying he would receive in school if they knew he loved comics, playing weird video games, scary movies, and math. He already had enough problems whenever he looked into his bank account or went to his house.

When he started football, Sukuna found a sport he loved and could hide behind. Why be seen as weird when he could be liked by most people? Slowly, Sukuna became the kid who would agree when others said math was hard and then miraculously got an A. He became the kid who said he didn't study the night before when his dark eye bags indicated he did.

He even stopped hanging out with friends like Nanami because he wanted to hang out with his cooler friends. Though he never wanted to seem like he cared for anything, he truly cared about his public image. He never wanted people to notice he was broke so he worked two jobs to afford clothes and an occasional haircut.

His heart dropped to his ass when he looked up from the essay you were helping him out with to see Toji wide-eyed and confused looking through the glass wall. He immediately burst into the room without your permission. "Dude, what are you doing here?" he questioned.

Sukuna froze. Nothing was coming out of his mouth. "We're studying. What are you doing here?" you echoed.

"I'm just doing some work. Deans are on my ass about getting my shit done to keep my scholarship."

In all the years that Sukuna had been friends with Toji, they did everything together. They rushed for their frat and got hazed together(Sukun ended up keeping the pink hair cus he 'lowkey fuck with it'). He opened up about his home situation and brought him to his place. Toji was the one who recommended he put his mother in rehab while he was away at college. After four years Sukuna was still mending his broken relationship with his mother.

He couldn't admit that he was good at school and cared about his grades. "Why don't you believe me? Ryomen's in three advanced math courses. He did all those problems on the board."

Sukuna stared directly at his laptop disassociating. He didn't know what to do or say. Here you were, very inconsiderately exposing him. "What d'you gotta say for yourself, bro?"

Sukuna looked up at Toji shocked to see him grinning widely. he visibly looked confused and Toji laughed. "I'm just playing with you I know you're smart as hell," Toji chuckled pulling out the chair across from the two of you.

"What?" he finally said.

"Dude, I'm your best friend. I suspected you were a nerd all the way in high school. You think I don't notice things? You have mad comics under your bed. You use a Nintendo too. If that's not enough proof, I know you play Zelda on it when you think everyone's asleep. There was also that time I needed to use your laptop and I accidentally saw your report card," he explained.

You were impressed by how close he and Ryomen were. It completely surprised you that Ryomen was a full-blown nerd and not just some jock that was good at math and wore his prescription glasses when he forgot contacts.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, visibly annoyed.

"It was fun watching you try to act cool and hide it," Toji shrugged.

Sukuna let out a groan and sunk into his chair with his head in his hands. "I hate you," he mumbled

"Love you too, bud," Toji smiled.

The three of you spent that evening studying. You and Sukuna yelled at Toji as he did his homework like angry adults who don't know how to parent.

The weekend finally arrived and you were in the football stadium with your friends cheering on the team. You were wearing some school merch and jeans. Your hair was in a messy bun matching Geto's as you took your seat with your arms full of snacks and drinks.

You put a bit more effort into your style and hair today, just for you to throw it into an updo and get ketchup all over your light-wash jeans.

During half-time, the team huddled and dispersed. Sukuna squeezed his water from his bottle while pouring some on his face and shaking his head to get it out of his hair. Droplets of sweat accompanied.

He looked around in the crowd and once his eyes met yours they stopped and his expression changed. It was unreadable but it changed. He scanned you and you waved. He didn't wave back, he just stared. When his coach called him over, he rejoined the group. You shrugged it off and continued to talk to your friends.

The second half of the game was phenomenal. The whole team was connected. Sukuna was making amazing plays and the team was scoring so much that you had to sit down and take a breather for, how much cheering you were doing.

When the clock ran out, you and your friends shot out of your seats happy to see your team had won. All the guys high-fived. But Sukuna turned around looking directly at you making eye-contact facial expression still unreadable but soft around the edges.

You mouthed a 'congrats' to him you were sure he caught before his team huddled around him.

"Don't think I didn't see the two of you eye fucking. Right in front of my salad, tsk tsk," Geto smiled looking ahead.

"Oh shut up," you rolled your eyes elbowing him.

"you like him~" he sang.

"As if."

You played things off cool, but the heat rising to your face and your bouncing leg told Geto everything he needed to know. You were crushing. Hard.

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-> next part

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[lune-moon-nuit]

One of the subtle Byler clues from Stranger Things Season 1 that I’ve rarely seen discussed is the fact that the only time Mike stands up to his bullies is when they laugh at Will’s supposed death during the school tribute.

Before this scene, the two previous encounters with the bullies since the first episode establish several key dynamics:

The boys are victims of bullying and fit the stereotype of nerds who are targeted for it.

Each of them is singled out for a specific trait that represents their "difference," turning their individual characteristics into points of discrimination: Lucas is targeted for his race, Dustin for his disability, Mike—apparently—because of his face being compared to a frog, and Will for seeming gay (which he is, though this is not confirmed at this point in the story).

In both of these earlier scenes, we see that Dustin is the least afraid to talk back to Troy—whether it's in the first scene when he explains his disability or in the second when he insists that Will’s disappearance is serious and not a joke. Meanwhile, Mike and Lucas (who, ironically, are usually the two leaders of the group) remain passive, silently enduring the bullying.

During the baseball field scene, when Troy suggests that Will was probably killed by "queers," Mike encourages Dustin to ignore him, giving off an energy of "he’s talking nonsense, don’t even bother listening to him." This mirrors Mike’s tendency to cope with bullying by focusing on the positive or reframing the insults—like in the first scene when he tells Dustin that the condition he was mocked for is actually "pretty cool, like being an X-Men or something."

Despite years of obvious bullying and even being physically targeted (when Troy pushes him to the ground, injuring him), Mike never retaliates. He continues to take the abuse in silence.

These five points are clearly established in the scenes between the boys and the bullies before the school tribute for Will.

But during the tribute, while Mike is convinced that Will isn’t actually dead—having heard his voice through the radio thanks to Eleven—seeing Troy and his friend laughing during the moment of remembrance is enough to push Mike over the edge. This blatant disrespect toward Will’s memory is the final straw, and for the first time, he directly confronts Troy.

When Troy takes it further by throwing homophobic slurs at Will, Mike instinctively, furiously, and deliberately shoves him—violently enough to knock him to the ground. This is the same boy who has humiliated and tormented him for months, if not years, yet Mike’s reaction isn’t about himself. It’s not about Dustin, Lucas, or even Eleven. The only person being insulted and degraded in this moment is Will. And that is what pushes Mike to fight back.

The most telling part? Mike had no intention of defending himself when Troy prepared to retaliate. He didn’t flinch, didn’t step back, didn’t even raise his arms to protect himself. He was fully prepared to take the hit—until Eleven intervened with her powers.

This makes it crystal clear: the only time Mike ever stood up to his bullies was purely instinctive, driven by anger and defiance, and only in defense of Will’s dignity.

[one-beer-is-not-enough]

Posting Sofia's character intro at last! Not as in depth as Marcel, her personality and looks will evolve more in the future lol. Also forgot to credit @jimothy-hopkins for the template in Marcel's intro, apologies!

Cheerleader, but wishes there was a girls' team. Makes it her life's mission to torment Burton

Manages to land a part-time job in town. Surprise surprise, dad isn't giving her any money either!

Has some violent tendencies due to the way she grew up. Very competitive because their dad would always pit the three of them against each other

She's fairly popular thanks to her looks, but she has a massive inferiority complex and always feels judged. Tries to appear unbothered, meanwhile there are sirens constantly blaring in her head

"I'm an academic weapon" <- 5 minutes before sobbing over a grade

Character sheet! Sorry Beatrice, my girl is incredibly insecure💀 Decided to make a sorta in-game portrait for her, and might as well post Marcel's too:

Lore bits:

Gets the jocks to do almost anything she asks, such as fighting other people for her. In return, she helps them with schoolwork. Them also finding her attractive doesn't hurt

Ironically, speaks better Italian than Marcel and will forever mock him

Good friends with Mandy and the other cheerleaders, but she scares them a little when she's got her sights on someone who wronged her. She's overprotective with those she cares about, kind of like a mom friend who desperately needs therapy

Sofia grew in a very misogynistic environment because of their dad's worldview. If Marcel and Rafael unknowingly manifested even a hint of their dad's mindset, she'd be onto them like a vulture <- aka firmly scolding Rafael and kicking Marcel in the balls

Works at one of the local grocery stores for a while, but gets fired after getting into a screaming-match with a customer a few weeks in. She buys a bike with her savings and starts doing delivery work instead

Big sports fan, always watches anything available on TV. She loves tennis in particular, even though their dad forced the kids to learn it with an iron fist (he really plays into the stereotypical rich prick persona). Her match number with Marcel is well into the hundreds.

Hates the nerds with a passion, considers them all disgusting and sexual freaks. After the whole mess with Earnest taking pictures of her and Marcel attempting to get him institutionalized, she deadass asks their dad if he can 'take him out of the picture'. To which he responds: 'Man up and do it yourself'

Sofia is on good terms with the greasers. She befriended Ricky during shop class, through the topic of bikes. He even develops a bit of a crush on her, but she's too oblivious to realize it until she notices that he doesn't complain about his ex anymore, at least around her. She also regularly hangs out with Lola, they could just sit and gossip for hours

The preps mostly tolerate Sofia on account of being associated with Pinky and Marcel. She gets invited to parties occasionally, but they're careful not to let her drink too much... Drunk Sofia is a menace 💀

Sofia's well aware of her father's criminal practices, but has no intention of being involved once she's fully independent. And he won't bother forcing her down a career path like he'll do with Marcel, again for misogynistic reasons. She hopes to be a successful athlete one day

I've mentioned her a ton in the answers to the asks you guys sent, and now she has a proper introduction lol. I'll have to do something for Rafael but he's not super high on the priority list right now

[aiakosm]

Drifting Stars AU: Mabel gets sucked into the portal before Stanford could come out and the portal shuts down, leaving her in that dimension with Ford while Stan and Dipper have to find a way to turn that portal back on.

(New one that I just saw) Reverse Drifting Stars AU: Ford comes back but the portal doesn’t turn off and it’s Stan and Dipper that get sucked in instead (although from the comment I read, it was just Dipper that gets sucked in which is also heartbreaking).

Other Gravity Falls AU’s if you’re confused>

Reverse Falls AU: their personalities are reversed and instead of the happy silly Pines family that you know and love, they’re the manipulative arrogant Gleeful family that everyone hates. The Pines (read: The Gleefuls) are cold-hearted and (in most cases) has the Reversed-version of Bill wrapped around their finger. Reversed-Bill Cipher (named Will Cipher) is a whiny, sensitive, baby-like version of the dream demon.

Fight Falls AU: Everything is almost the same, except for the fact that Mabel and Dipper can fight well. They got into a lot of trouble at their school and was sent to Gravity Falls so that more trouble wouldn’t happen. Dipper and Mabel are great fighters and have a much more sensitive temper but Dipper is still a nerd and Mabel still has a fun imagination (Just more secretly) Bill Cipher (Named Kill Cipher) loves violence—which isn’t out of character—and is mostly there to not only torment the town but also encourage the twin’s violent nature.

Monster Falls AU: Everyone’s a creature! You can switch up what creatures these characters are but most of the fandom has agreed that Dipper is a deer centaur , Mabel is either a mermaid or a unicorn, Stanley is a gargoyle, Ford is a Greek-style Sphinx, Wendy is a werefox or a moth-person, Soos is a clay golem, Gideon is usually a vampire, Pacifica is either a gorgon or a unicorn, Robbie is a zombie, etc. Bill Cipher is a humanoid hunter with a triangle-shaped head.

Reunion Falls AU: this is Mabel and Dipper but they’re separated at birth. Dipper usually lives in the mystery shack and it’s Mabel that visits years later for the summer.

Relativity Falls AU: Everyone’s age and role is switched. Stanford and Stanley are now the young pine twins going to visit their great uncle Dipper and great aunt Mabel (or just Great Aunt Mabel if you decide to have Dipper lost in the portal) for the summer. (Personal favorite simply because I like the older Mabel and younger Stanley dynamic).

Nightmare Falls AU: In this one, Dipper and Mabel are raised by Bill Cipher in a dimension called the nightmare dimension, and are demons. Dipper is depicted as popular but mean, only cares about helping his twin and causing chaos. Mabel is depicted as shy, creative, and secretly more powerful than she lets on (although they are both supposed to be equally powerful but whatever). Bill Cipher, their adoptive parent, encourages their violent and chaotic tendencies. Not many people touch up on this AU. But many should.

Transcendence AU: This one is really popular. If you’ve been in the fandom for longer than a year, you might’ve heard of it. The story often changes but apparently in the original version, Bill dies due to the Transcendence. Before he passes, he leaves a small part of himself in Dipper who turns into a demon. Or half-demon. I think this is where the whole ‘Alcor the dreambender’ thing began (Even though Dipper’s Demon name would just be Ursa Major and he’d be a star demon).

Demonic Twins AU: This time, the twins switch with Bill Cipher. So now Bill Cipher is Bill Pines (maybe Will is there too) and Gideon summons two demons, Mabel and Dipper, who are evil but aren’t as chaotic as the original Bill.

Crystal Falls AU: literally just the Steven Universe mixed with Gravity Falls. They all have different gems and such. I can’t exactly explain it, considering the fact that I’ve never read this AU nor have I watched Steven Universe, but it’s as it sounds.

ANYWAYS THATS ALL FOR NOW, YOU CAN USE THIS POST IF YOU WANT TO TRY AND REMEMBER. LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANY AND ILL MAKE EDITS!

[wherevenusholdssomeofficespace]

Rapid fire season 5 thoughts:

Cloudy with a chance of Mom was good, like Summer Block Buster was a bit weirdly paced, but the payoff was good. Love seeing Buford Isabella friendship and once again showing that Candace is extremely physically capable out of sheer stubbornness when it comes to things she is obsessive over. OF COURSE she could move the big slow heavy thing at a pace that kept up with her brothers decently well all things considered. (Candace once again proving that through Dry another day as well).

I was so stressed through license to bust bc that girl was NOT obeying the law and I needed that girl to pass. But the end of the where the driving tester let her pass because he related/valued confidence and focus makes it an episode i'll probably enjoy on rewatch.

I watched this season with some of my siblings, and I'd seen the storyboards for Candace Suit so I warned them this was going to be horrifying. And it was. I loved and Hated this episode in equal measure. It was definitely the one that got us laughing so hard we had to pause the episode the most. Screenshots of this episode are now a phone wallpaper.

Agent Teen for Teen was good. As was Stacy petsitting Perry. Everything I could have wanted… which is good but since the fandom was hanging on that plot thread for the past 10 years… it also means that there wasn't really anything this episode could do to make it something i haven't seen before by the fandom. The Stacy knows reveal to Carl and Monogram WAS unexpected though.

Tropey McTropeface

Seeing Candace happily wash Perry was super cute… but also why did she get that chore?? Like Phineas and Ferb wouldn't have jumped at the opportunity. Anyway, Candace growth.

Happy to see the talking Zebra. (Still HC that Candace subconsciously knows Perry's secret with all the plot development)

The therapist episode was NOT what I was expecting. That poor man. Though Linda being so distracted was… odd. She's never paying attention to what Candace wants her to sure but it seemed a bit dialed up in this episode.

the fact the couch from Cloudy with a chance of mom came back.

Bread Bowl Hottub is the new Canoe isn't it. (I loved the Canoe)

Baljeet getting to be violent is always great. Baljeet growing from generic nerd to nerd with aggressive tendencies is fantastic.

Say what you will about Meap Me in St. Louis but I appreciated finally meeting Meap's Significant Other and Candace's strong sense of justice being recognized for what it is and her getting to become an (honorary) officer. The main plot of Meap going to Candace for assistance/Candace having a notable position of authority in space is something I've headcanoned and a natural followup to the first Meap episode.

Complaints (non-comphrehensive):

Need more Jeremy. He's the other half of Candace's obsessiveness so I need more peak couple (could also use more Phinebella but whatever, Isabella calling Linda her future mother in law got me though).

Need more Baljeet. I know he can be weirder.

I have mixed feelings on Lord of the Fireside, fun but I want more of the girls ACTUAL personalities. I called immediately that they were out of character for some reason.

I mean, I don't think the show needed to be too samey… but I kinda wish there were a few more callback episodes…. like things that happened. I know it sounds boring but it can be someone's birthday again with a totally different plot. The midsummer festival again, or the summer solstice again. We can do different plots with the same dates. Make it actually FEEL like a new summer.

They need more space. Like going to space. Also more travel. The only example this episode was the cruise… but it might as well have still been in Danville for all the Danville characters present (it was nice to see pnf playing with OTHER kids though). What about the cabin in the woods? Or England? Or the Moon?

Phineas and Ferb is a show built on running gags and callbacks so the presence of them doesn't bother me… but it is kind of disappointing that the call backs are mostly of things that are memes.

I need more Candace and the Backyard gang.

Actually I need more of the Flynn-Fletcher's too.

Chip to the vet could have used more overlap in storylines… which is weird to say about a season that otherwise has had a lot of overlap in storylines… but PnF were right there. Are you telling me they didn't try sending Perry through the pet wash???

Carl was promoted to paid intern in the where's perry specials. Still literally unpaid of course, but still.

Could use more MML callbacks.

Sleepover episode such a disappointment tbh. The casual drop of Vanessa's awareness Perry, but Perry not even being at the house. Also they could have at least namedropped Jenny. Like. I want the kids to have fun together. I know Candace is suffering but she deserves to be happy sometimes. :(

St. Louis is not pronounced like that. Also, you can go into the Arch. There are windows at the top because there is a visitors deck. The visitors center is literally underground, under the arch. Lifting the treasure would also lift the visitors center. IN fairness... the portrayal of the Mt. Rushmore is also inaccurate. But like. St. Louis arch is a building you enter. It's kinda laughably bad. Though, the actual best part of St. Louis is the City museum imo. Phineas and Ferb would love that place.

[roachspeaks]

this is my first time requesting for a writing prompt so i apologize if i have a hard time describing it, but may i request nsfw (and maybe sfw) head canons of jason todd with a s/o thats a very violent vigilante but is very overly attached to jason

Omg yes, I’ve been wanting to find something Jason Todd to write for a while 😂

Jason Todd x Vigilante!reader sfw and nsfw head cannons

Warnings: smut, mentions of past trauma(bc it’s Jason Todd), reader is a vigilante with a violent streak, swearing, gn!reader, I took it in a very yandere-ish direction

(More detailed warnings before the nsfw part)

Sfw

Jason is shocked to come back to life and find there’s already another blood thirsty vigilante running the streets of Gotham, he just has to meet you.

And when he does he’s a little less surprised to find that you remind him exactly of himself. Vengeful and trying to keep justice in a more ‘efficient’ way than Batman ever could.

You notice him more around you in underground bars like the iceberg lounge, always trailing just a little behind you.

You think you’ve got a stalker, and you’re partially right.

His interest in you quickly turns into a crush one night when you grab him by his collar and demand to know why he’s been following you.

So he tells you, he’s always been an honest guy, never caring enough to bother lying or covering up what he really felt. Usually, that is.

As soon as you agree to be something with him, he’s almost a different person. Though it takes a while to break through that confident, cocky exterior he likes to front.

Soon enough though, you get to see the Jason that cares for his brothers, the Jason that’s a book nerd, the Jason that is deathly afraid of being a failure to the people he loves the most.

You soon discover he’s not all he pretends to be, and sometimes all he wants in the whole world is a few moments of peace with the person he cares for most in this world(you).

Often times(if you work a day job or do vigilante stuff in the day) you’ll find you always arrive later then you had before meeting him. He has a tendency to hold on to you and not let go in the morning.

Jason tries to hold out on you meeting his family for as long as he possibly can, especially Dick. He sees Dick as the highest standard, what he failed to be as robin. He (irrationally) fears like you’d leave him for his elder brother.

When you finally meet the rest of the bat family, they’re all just happy he’s found someone who loves him, and who he’ll actually let in.

You don’t know it, but as soon as you spend a night in his bed(or let him spend the night in yours) he’s already thinking about marrying you.

Maybe not in an official, traditional wedding way, but he’d put a ring on your finger just so he got to show everyone just how serious he is about you.

The intimacy of sleeping next to someone, the trust that they won’t stab you in your sleep(especially given your bloody history) is something Jason doesn’t take lightly.

If you like reading, he’ll recommend you books of all kinds. He’s had a lot of time to think and reflect on himself, most of which he had a book in his hands.

Speaking of hands, his are extremely rough and calloused. Years of scarring etched beautifully into his skin. He isn’t insecure exactly, he knows it shows he’s a survivor. How strong he is. But when his rough hands are on your skin he can’t help but feel like he’s too broken for you.

He isn’t easily consolable. He’s good at pretending your assurances worked as you’d planned, then overthinking the issue the rest of the day. But you quickly learn his tells, and call him out for it. To which he’s surprised at first, but just a little more in love with you.

He isn’t good at saying the words ‘I love you’. Not at first. He’s scared that once he lets those three words slip from his lips that you’ll be taken away from him.

When he does finally get used to saying it, it will be rare that he doesn’t say it during a conversation with you.

When he’s leaving for a patrol, you receive a kiss on the cheek, or even a deep and telling kiss on the lips, and a quick “I love you, see you tonight.” Before he’s out the door.

Or just before you fall asleep, you’ll get a passionate string of beautifully picked out words that Jason would never admit while fully awake.

When he’s been on missions that take him to other cities, he can’t fall asleep without you on the phone. Without your steady breathing soothing him to sleep. It gets to the point that there was a time when his phone ran out of battery, and he awoke immediately in a cold sweat. Forgetting he wasn’t next to you. He came home the next day. Unable to stand the thought of not being able to see you, to hold you.

Now in terms of you being overly attached to him, he wouldn’t say he ‘minds’ exactly.

He doesn’t want you to get hurt if something ever happens to him. He reminds you all the time that he can quite literally die almost every night. To which you shrug off. Making him laugh every time.

If you’re clinging onto him physically, he doesn’t mind at all. He loves your warmth and the pressure of your body against his. Especially if your on top of him. The weight of you on his chest gives him so much comfort it’s surreal.

Nsfw

Warnings: smut(obvi), mentions of rough sex, gn!reader and gn!body terms, heavy degradation, praise though too(separate),

He leans into being more dominant in bed. He likes the control and the ability to help you feel good.

He can be extremely rough if he’s had a stressful day. Railing into you with your legs hooked tightly over his shoulders. His hands on your waist. Squeezing the soft flesh while he chases both of your releases.

His words degrading and harsh. “Hey? Who owns this body huh? Spit it out slut.”

Sometimes he’ll edge you for hours while he gets himself off, painting your chest and face in his hot sticky cum.

But on the other side of the spectrum he can be very gentle if it’s appropriate. If it’s an intimate moment he has no trouble peppering kisses all over your beautiful body. Praising you until you can barely think.

“So good, so fucking beautiful for me yeah?”

He’s all for breathy whispers, whispering in your ear what he wants you to do. How he’s gonna make you cry his name from the pleasure.

He loves giving you head. But particularly taking it excruciatingly slow. Paying attention to every detail. Every expression or sound you make when he touches certain spots with his tongue.

Also being a Vigilante, you have scars yourself. Physical and emotional. He kisses all of them. Tells you how strong and gorgeous every one makes you look. How absolutely perfect he thinks you are.

Sometimes things slip out while you’re going at it. Words he never intended for anyone to hear. But he just gets so caught up in the moment, he can’t help himself.

“Want me to put a ring on your finger yeah? Want me to make you my pretty (wife/husband)”

I think for awhile after he came back he used sex as a way to cope, experimenting with his body and trying things he’d never thought to try before. It worked well enough for a little while, allowed him to take out his energy in a much needed outlet.

He was tortured and kidnapped when he was still a teenager, sometimes he needs to express that anger and resentment in a healthy scenario. Sex is a free, safe, and easy way to do so.

He insists on practicing safe words with you, sometimes even he needs to opt out for a water break or something like that.

After the fact, he’s extremely sweet on you. Cleaning you up however you need. Whether it’s with a wet cloth, a warm bath, or with his tongue.

He likes to hold you in the afterglow of sex, chests heaving, skin glazed over in sweat. He pulls you close against his chest, a hand on your thigh, holding you as close as he can get you. Whispering sweet praises.

“You did so well my love, so good for me.”

Hope you enjoyed this, I’m working on more requests at the moment 😘

[inkblots-and-goofs]

I keep thinking about your superhero and mafia aus, I need more lore for both pleaseee

WAIT, how did I not see this until now???? Sorry whoever sent this in a few weeks ago! This might be a long-ish one

Ok so the main Superhero au isn't mine it's a good friend's; but all you need to know is Yakko was the only sib born without powers. Wakko and Dot are both young heroes in their home of Toon City. Yakko tries his best over the years to manifest powers of his own (hoping that perhaps they're just needing a trigger). He's incredibly smart and quite the nerd in his regular life. He uses his high school's science lab to try and make something that would give him powers. Well, it doesn't work, at least not the way he intended. He causes an explosion in the lab while Max was in there supporting him. Max and Yakko are both affected, but they both walk out with werewolf super powers. Max inherits electricity powers from the explosion, and Yakko inherits fire powers. Yakko doesn't know how to reveal to his family that he now has powers. He keeps them (and his new werewolf identity) secret. (Max *also* keeps his powers a secret from everyone, especially Yakko. He knew hearing his best friend suddenly had super powers would really upset Yakko.) Yadda yadda a lot of bad things happen and the Warner siblings lose their superhero parents (William and Angie(Angelina)) to a super villain's plot. This becomes the straw that breaks the camel's back. Yakko had been doing some vigilante stuff at night as his werewolf alias, "Cas". But now he feels the world owes him something. He needs to be seen, to be witnessed and taken seriously. He rebrands himself into an anti-hero/villain named "Casiaphoenix".

Max had adopted the alias of "Max Voltage", and becomes Casiaphoenix's main mortal enemy. And that's a very long story cut short. I think I included all the major points of the beginning of the au.

As for the Mafia au, there are a couple versions of it. Both take place in enigmatic timelines where the time period isn't quite clear. But both have 1920s-1940s vibes. Basically, one version, that my friend originally made is one where the Warners are the heirs to a well-known mafia family that is headed by their parents (again, William and Angie). Yakko is the main heir (oh yeah, and they're all werewolves again). All the sibs are slightly older in this au, think older teens for Dot/Wakko, and Yakko's at least 21 (and so is Max). Well, Max is just a kid who wound up in the wrong place at the wrong time, and winds up bitten by Yakko to turn him into a werewolf to save his life. Before he knows it, he's become the indentured lap dog of the Warner Family. It's not quite the life he would've chosen for himself, and he's not used to the Warner's violent tendencies and lust for chaos. But he finds a way to grow and cope alongside them. Perhaps even a twisted romance begins to bud as Yakko (or Screech, is his name in his werewolf form) shows interest in his newfound apprentice and eventually friend. The other version of the au involved the opposite circumstances. Max is the heir to the Goofy Family mafia, and with an accidental bite from Goofy to all the sibs (with their Goof luck as it is). All of the Warner orphans are turned into werewolves.

Feeling responsible for the Warners and their new forms, Goofy takes them in and tasks Max with showing them the ropes and letting them help in their bootlegging and smuggling of toon-friendly alcohol during the prohibition era. Think Lackadaisy but a lot toonier and perhaps even *more* violent lol.

But yeah, this is the mafia au where Yakko does a bit more drag and loves messing with enemies to confuse them. Also drag in WB toons is so engrained into the territory, that it was hard NOT to include it somewhere.

I hope these ramblings make sense! And I hope you like the little arts I included (even if you've seen them before)

[twisteddanid]

ALSO. Gimme some thoughts and/or headcanons on Look Outside? :)c

OH MY GOD LOOK OUTSIDE!!! This game was made for me!!! Body horror???? Cosmic horror??? GORGEOUS pixel art!!!???? Awesome and grisly monster designs???? AND you can befriend some of them?????? AND ONE OF THEM IS A BIG, BUFF, BUTCH LESBIAN!!??????? My only complaint is that I didn't play this game sooner! It's one of the few games that I immediately replayed right after finishing it. I love this game to bits, gotta be one of my favorites.

Kind of surprised that a good chunk of the fandom revolves around shipping. Like I guess I should've known, since almost every fandom is like that, and I didn't know what I expected the fandom to be like; but it wasn't this lol. It's not a bad thing, but I would like more gorgeous fanart and creature designs and interesting scenarios.

I hope this game continues to grow in popularity, or at least gain a cult following.

Anyways, headcanons, surprisingly I don't have a lot of them? Maybe because I've been so distracted with the new Deltarune chapters that I really haven't had time to think about them, but I'll list the few that I've thought of. POTENTIAL SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Hellen (my baby girl)

Transfem, butch lesbian

I kind of think her voice would sound like Caiatl from Destiny 2. (I used to play that game, but I'm better now.)

She said that she gardened before the visitor arrived, but considering her build I think she moreso did landscaping as her actual job and gardened on the side.

Adding onto this she seems to know Papineu to some extent. Makes me thinks that she did landscaping around the apartment complex and had to work alongside him because of it. Their relationship seems a bit strained, but I mostly think it's just because their personalities clash a lot.

Also, in her dialogue with Leigh she uses the couch when it's time for everyone to go to bed, but she doesn't actually sleep. So I headcanon that she has some kind of sleeping disorder like insomnia.

We've seen her be friendly towards Rat, but I like to think she also cares about the kids in the apartment to some extent. Maybe she doesn't share it as openly as she does with Rat, but she makes sure to keep them safe whenever Sam takes them out on adventures.

Side note: Hellen had to have been occupied with something when Xaria kicked the poor baby in the ribs because if she saw that happen she would've flayed that goth girl alive.

Definitely has some violent tendencies even before meeting the visitor, she was able to keep them under wraps but once she witnessed it they all just came bubbling to the surface again.

Xaria and Montgomery

A bonded pair, platonic soulmates if you will.

Both probably studied Music and a bit of Performing Arts while attending art school.

Trying to figure out what kind of music their band would make. Definitely something in the metal/rock genre (duh), the closest I can get is songs by The Birthday Massacre although Xaria's voice is definitely a lot deeper than the main singer's.

Dan

Definitely autistic (won't stop me from bullying him though lol)

I could totally give him a lot of mean headcanons rn, but I'll be nice :)

Was probably inspired by someone like The Angry Videogame Nerd growing up.

One of those kids who had a lot of unrestricted internet access.

Most of his comfort foods are junk food, you cannot get this man to eat healthy to save his life.

HUGE FUCKING NNEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Minor, one off headcanons

When Sophie's sad or upset about something, she'll usually find a place to hide. Of course, that's hard to do in Sam's apartment, but she usually hides in Sam's closet.

Don't know a lot about Morton, but given his speech patterns I imagine he sounds a lot like Variks... also from Destiny 2...

Rat gnawed a big hole in Sam's couch and uses it as a little rat nest.

Personally headcanon that Sam has depression. Which is why he's currently unemployed and struggling to find a new job before the visitor arrived.

I'd like to think that, despite which ending you get, the individuals in Sam's apartment see each other as a family of sorts. And no matter what happens all of them try to stick together, with or without Sam.

[vedgie-demynm]

BEHOLD…

MY MYTHSWAP AU!!!

So, in this Au, Crafty is the only non-mythical critter, while the other seven are all different kinds of mythical creatures!!!

Here’s each character here!!!

Even if Crafty is a plain ol’ pony in this au, they’re still just as important and loving as the others; in fact, they’re the ✨protagonist✨! They stumbled their way into the Realm of the Myths while taking a stroll as they thought about somewhere they could paint, before they met DogDay and Bobby in the woods. During their three years in the Realm of the Myths, Crafty’s been careful, they’ve been loved, and they’re learning more each day!

DogDay is a Werehound, but instead of every full moon, it’s every Solar Eclipse he turns into a monster, while every Lunar Eclipse, he’s your good ol’ normal sun dog!

His younger sibling, CatNap, is a Sphinx, well, except without the “human face” part, lol… Much like his brother, they, too, can turn into a monster, except it’s more at will, and mostly during waxing crescent moons!

Bobby Bearhug is an Onikuma, although, she did use to be an average critter, like Crafty. She, along with Picky, brings in food for the others every night. She stays close by with CatNap because when she became a demon, he was right there by her side… d’awww!

Kickin’ Chicken is a Cockatrice, and since it doesn’t really specify what kind of dragon the rooster has to be, he’s part leviathan! He’s an expert at surfing, and is basically the “rich, popular kid” trope (except he’s the sweetest to his friends!) He and Bubba were best friends ever since they were toddlers, and Kickin wouldn’t want their flame to extinguish any time soon! He even talks about many different themes whilst baking with his sister, so that he doesn’t get too bored.

Bubba Bubbaphant is a Siren (mainly because none of the mythical elephants didn’t really fit ToT), but instead of singing and testing the limits of his beautiful voice (/j), he infodumps about one’s interests to try reeling them in! The nerd’s a bit meaner in this AU, since ocean sirens are usually that way, but he can tolerate his friends!

Picky Piggy is a Boar; she’s pretty violent, but that doesn’t stop her from having fun with her friends! In fact, she uses her violent tendencies to her advantage whenever she cooks! She’s Crafty’s best friend, and she’s the one who made them their “horn” out of a party hat! Picky’s the (adoptive) older sister of Kickin, and she makes sure he’s healthy, both physically and psychologically! (What a sweet sister… sob…)

And last, but DEFINITELY not the least, Hoppy Hopscotch, the jumping Jackalope! She’s pretty mischievous, in fact, to the point where DogDay made her own Time Out Chair™️! She even steals all of the coffee sometimes, so that she can have more energy than when she’s normally hyperactive; but, she is patient whenever she needs to — in fact, out of all of them, she’s likely the most patient.

BTW!!! You can ship anything in this AU, but I have only 3 simple rules:

Nothing Problematic

Nothing that would be in Alabama

And each ship should be to each character’s romantic interest

For example, on what each critter is (of course, there are all headcanons):

Crafty is Lesbian (they/them)

DogDay is Bigender and Bisexual (he/her)

CatNap is Non-Binary and Bisexual (he/they)

Bobby is Transfem and Pansexual (she/they)

Hoppy is Questioning her Interests as of now (she/they)

Bubba is Bisexual (he/him)

Kickin’ is Transmasc and Gay (he/him)

Picky is Transfem and Lesbian (she/her)

That’s all, Folks! Love y’all!

(platonically, of course—)

[thecertifiedboykisser]

I'm gonna give a hot take about Vivian that some of you aren't gonna like. She is not a Yandere. (Not in the way most people think about yanderes anyway)

LISTEN LISTEN LISTEN HEAR ME OUT

The definition of a yandere as stated on the Dere wiki (which I just learned existed) is this

And this is a lot so lemme explain. TLDR, a yandere is someone who is so lovestruck it makes them act mentally unwell. They act normal in the beginning but act mentally unwell, usually with a violent tendency. Another thing is, that this particular definition of yandere does not fit Vivian at all. She's obsessed yes, but we have a cutscene of her being jealous over the proxies talking to Kolada and Grace outside of random play.

Instead of lashing out at Grace and Kolada she sits and feels like she is not good enough for the proxies and feels secondary in their lives to all these important people

(since I have a feeling that Vivian knows who kolada is since she worked a lot before Hugo and shes yknow the president of a company.)

If anything it reads more like an inferiority complex mixed with jealousy since she was feeling down due to her not feeling like she was good enough to be around the proxies. (This all happens in her trust events that I did btw)

the dere wiki has a whole segment about sick yanderes and misuse of the term,

It says here that a yandere is meant to have the process of them going insane and it ends in some bad way. But we do not see that with Vivian, she is portrayed as a fan girl.

As for the 'she likely to express her feelings in overly passionate ways' when the mayor offers to marry her and Phaethon she declines, showing that she respects the proxies' consent and boundaries.

With the stalking, it only happened after we got hacked and deactivated, proof here

If anything Vivian fits under a diffrent. More wholesome definition of a yandere.

She is a phantom thief after all, she's not sick in the head due to the amount of love she holds for the proxies (which isn't all romantic btw it's confirmed that we saved her from suicide and that she idolizes the proxies) so she's more of a yandere in the yankii way

Yeah this entire thing isn't that serious but it still bothers me since Vivian is a genuinely really interesting if you look just a bit past her obsession with the proxies, or hell even why she is obsessed. And it sucks to see her be reduced to 'haha obsessed yandere that steals phaethons clothes.'

[Here's the link BTW to the dere wiki, im a nerd so I found it interesting but idk if anyone else will]

[satansapostle6]

Angel With A Broken Wing | Jonah Simms

And if I may just take your breath away / I don't mind if there's not much to say / Sometimes the silence guides a mind / To move to a place so far away / The goosebumps start to raise / The minute that my left hand meets your waist / And then I watch your face / Put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeah / These hearts adore, everyone the other beats hardest for / Inside this place is warm / Outside it starts to pour

Warnings: Mature language and themes. Sexual content. Violent imagery.

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen: Midnight Toker

Jonah had a tendency to get stuck on singular subjects, even long after everyone else moved past it. I had the same bad habit, of course, but seeing it in him made me question everything about myself.

“Literally die.”

“What?!” Jonah exclaimed with laughter as we folded and stocked towels. “You so would not have talked to me in college.”

“Yes, I would have! High school?! Maybe not. But college? I would have been fine dating a nerdy guy,” I argued back.

He scoffed at me. “Okay, high school? Yeah, sure. But in college? I was not that nerdy!”

“Really?” I raised an eyebrow. “You weren’t nerdy in college?”

Jonah laughed at the idea. “No! I mean, I got good grades, sure, but I wasn’t a total nerd!”

“Really?” I egged him on with a sarcastic expression.

“No, I was not!” he insisted adamantly. “I went to the frat parties!”

I exaggerated my raised brow. He was flabbergasted.

“What?! I wasn’t! I went to the parties, I… tried to rush, but they never let me in,” he admitted, trailing off, “They were so cliquey—”

“Okay,” I chuckled, reframing my argument, “Even if I wouldn’t have talked to you in college, would you have talked to me?” I demanded logically.

“What do you mean?” he asked defensively, setting down the towel he just folded. “Why wouldn’t I have talked to you?”

I scoffed. “I barely graduated community college. I was literally the Jeff of my class. I was always either ditching, or high and on my BlackBerry.”

“So?” Jonah questioned. “I was no ‘goody two-shoes! …Also, that phrase never made sense to me, I mean, it probably stemmed from the song, but why would you call it goody ‘two-shoes’? Like, sure, alternative fashion is pretty common amongst socially rebellious groups, but I don’t think any of those trends include more or less than two shoes—”

I scowled. “Jonah.”

He blubbered as he tried to remain on track. “Right. Sorry. Nevertheless… I still think you wouldn’t have deigned to speak to me in college, and I think your self-description only proves my point—”

“You would’ve thought I was ghetto,” I pointed out.

“What?!” he questioned. “Where did that idea come from?”

“In 16th century Italy—”

“Not what I meant,” he interrupted, “Come on, when have you ever known me to be prejudiced?”

I rolled my eyes. “I didn't say you were racist, I said you would’ve thought I was ghetto.”

“No, I would not have,” he promised me, “I think you just say that because—”

“Dude. It’s fine, I’m not saying you would’ve been wrong,” I stared, waiting for it to click.

“Come on,” Jonah insisted, “I’m not some yuppie elitist—”

“Well, if you were, I’d be a little confused by your iPhone, since it’d be 1985,” I reasoned. “Come on. In college, I wore almost exclusively Sinful and Juicy Couture and smoked Camel Crushes outside my English class. I rarely went outside without a whale tail. I sprayed on so much Ed Hardy, I was like a walking, McBling Auschwitz.”

Jonah blinked in silence. “…Okay, sans ‘Auschwitz’, that was bizarrely poetic, you come up with really good prose. Wow, Y2K was a fever dream…”

“Come on. You would not have thought it was cute,” I smirked, knowing the kind of girls he went after when he was younger.

Jonah held an awkward smile, unable to agree. “Well…” he sighed. “Okay, maybe I wouldn’t have approached you in college, but that would have really been more of a ‘thinking you would beat me up’ kinda thing than a ‘thinking I’m better than you’ thing…”

“You would not have come near me,” I remained firm in my stance.

“Well, I mean…” he paused. “Okay. Maybe not. I think even then, if you had approached me first, and I got to know you, I totally would have dated you.”

I cocked my head and gave a curious smile, not really sure what to make of that assertion.

“Besides,” Jonah figured, “Even if I would’ve been…”

“‘Spooked’?” I provided smugly.

“…Intimidated… uh, by you,” he remarked, “I doubt you would’ve given me the time of day back then.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” he nodded. “I’m telling you. If we met in college, this is how it would’ve happened…”

Hypothetical college, circa 2006. A dorky, Hypothetical Jonah stands around the courtyard with a bunch of hypothetical white guy college buddies in almost identical T-shirt and khaki outfits, staring at an open door waiting for…

An iconic Hypothetical Sophie walks out the door, alone and sticking out like a really hot sore thumb. She somehow simultaneously puts lip gloss on and chews gum, aware of everything and nothing all at once. She just stood there, taking her time looking around as if she knew watching her was a pleasure, black and pink Juicy bag hanging from the crook of her arm as her designer sunglasses sat atop her head. For some reason, Jonah had materialized her with blonde highlights in her hair, and little pink kitten heels on.

“Come on, man!” one of his hypothetical coming of age, rom-com coded college buddies encourages. “Just talk to her!”

“I don’t know…” Hypothetical Jonah, a twenty-one year-old weenie here, thinks aloud.

“Just talk to her, bro!” his friend insists.

“What if she doesn’t recognize me?” Hypothetical Jonah worries.

“It’ll be fine! Just talk to her!”

Hypothetical Jonah sighs, hands in his pockets as he slowly approachs his Regina George-coded Sophie.

“Hey…”

She barely notices him, still, for some reason, applying her sparkly pink lip gloss.

“Um, hi,” he speaks up, raising a hand for some reason, “I’m in your [hypothetical] English class, I’m Jonah…”

Hypothetical Sophie stares at him as if he were speaking a foreign language. “Who?”

She has a strong Valley Girl accent, for some reason.

He blushes awkwardly. “Uh, Jonah… I sit behind you?”

Hypothetical Sophie stares at him blankly, gum clicking in her mouth.

“I sit behind you,” he repeats, nervous and laughing, “I have the navy blue backpack? I lent you my notes that one time, and you returned them, and the pages in my notebook was stained blue, and I realized it was Hpnotiq…?”

Hypothetical Sophie blinks, a painfully rude expression on her face.

“I… let you cheat off me for the midterm?” he tries hopefully. “They almost expelled me for academic dishonesty…?”

“I have no idea who you are,” Hypothetical Sophie stares blankly.

Hypothetical Jonah pauses. “I… farted, that one time? I was wearing the really tight skinny jeans…?”

A thrilled smile spreads across her face. “Oh, yeah, Tooty Fruity!”

Hypothetical Jonah just frowns. “Right, yeah… That’s me,” he nodded sheepishly. “Anyway… I was wondering. Are you going to the party in Brian’s dorm this Saturday…?” he searches her face for a response.

Hypothetical Sophie gives a Cher Horowitz-esque scoff. “Ew. Did you just ask me out, gaybo?!”

“Wh—What?!” Hypothetical Jonah exclaims, jaw dropped as he noticed all the stares he was getting from onlookers. “No, no, I wasn’t!”

Hypothetical Sophie cackles with laughter, snapping a quick photo with her BlackBerry. “Ew! Look everybody, Tooty Fruity just asked me out!”

Hypothetical Jonah cowers as everyone on campus suddenly laughs and points at him. Someone from somewhere threw a tomato. Then, tomato after tomato gets thrown at him as he just cowers in the crowded, hypothetical courtyard.

“What?!” I cried. “That would never have happened, why did you imagine me a Valley Girl—”

I paused.

“…Also, ‘gaybo’?” I asked in confusion.

Jonah just sighed. “I couldn’t think of anything derogatory that didn’t feel like it was in slur territory… Also, it was 2006. Hypothetically,” he pointed out quickly.

“Hang on, was that ‘Tooty Fruity’ thing made up, too?” I questioned curiously.

He stopped dead in his tracks.

“…Yes,” he nodded slowly.

“Okay, anyways,” I shook my head, “That is not how it would’ve happened, at all.”

He just chuckled, not convinced.

“Come on! From how you described it, you were a total Y2K princess—”

“Was not!” I exclaimed.

“We’re, too,” he insisted.

“Okay, well,” I rolled my eyes, “Here’s how it really would’ve gone down…”

Hypothetical college, circa 2006. A make believe English class is proceeding smoothly, as Hypothetical Jonah and a bunch of identical cronies all in yachting clothes, for some reason, snicker and laugh in the back like CW antagonists.

A Hypothetical Sophie, decked out in Ed Hardy and Diesel runs into the room, jeans showing off a curvy figure and a then-enticing front butt. This time, she has long black hair almost to her ass with platinum and red crown JWoww highlights worked in. The Hypothetical professor, played by the same teacher from Ferris Bueller, looks up in annoyance.

Hypothetical Sophie silently slumps into the only empty seat, coincidentally in front of Jonah, drunk as she pulls out her notes, just trying to pass the class. The Hypothetical Leader of Jonah’s frat boy clique turns to him, whispering something as Hypothetical Jonah laughs to himself.

“Boys…” the teacher from Ferris Bueller warns.

The boys still snicker at Hypothetical Sophie as she frantically scribbles in her notebook. The Leader of Hypothetical Jonah’s crew turns to him.

“This bitch smells,” he whispers.

“I know, right?” another Hypothetical Friend adds insightfully.

Hypothetical Jonah just laughs, glancing over at Hypothetical Sophie. “Yeah… Hey. Watch this.”

Hypothetical Jonah turns to the Hypothetical Sophie with a cheesily evil grin on his face.

“Hey…” he taps her rudely and incessantly. “Hey. You. Excuse me?” he projects.

Hypothetical Sophie turns, vision somewhat blurred by drunkenness. “Huh?” she asked, paranoid that she’d been busted.

Hypothetically Jonah hides his loathsome smirk as he tries to find his words. “Hey, do you maybe mind, like… killing yourself, maybe?” he proposes dramatically. “It’s just… you smell like shit, you know? Like, actually human shit. Which is really a shame, ‘cause like, you’re dynamite… But it’s abhorrent, really, if I were you, I’d slit my wrists. Like, actually. From the looks of you, I really don’t know you haven’t yet, honestly, your life looks like it sucks.”

Hypothetical Sophie stares in disbelief.

“What?” Hypothetical Jonah questions, laughing. “What, don’t get all sensitive on me now, I’m just being honest, don’t shoot the messenger. If anything, shoot yourself, because you smell like shit and cigarettes. Seriously, you smell like the inside of some hick’s Winnebago, I’m doing you a favor.”

Hypothetical Jonah turns to his friends, laughing as they all inorganically high five him. He then turns to Hypothetical Sophie again.

“Hey, also… You know where I can get good weed around here?” he inquires. “Obviously, my first choice wouldn’t be to ask you, but… I mean. You know. You look like you’d know… Anywho. Know where a brother could get some reefer?” he asked genuinely.

Jonah’s jaw drops. “‘Know where a brother could get some reefer’?! Now that’s 1985! Also… was that the teacher from Ferris Bueller? ‘Cause it sounded like you were doing—”

“Whatever,” I scoffed, “You get the point!”

He couldn’t help but laugh. “Hey, I resent the fact that you imagined me as an 80’s movie bully! That would never have happened!”

“Yeah, it would’ve,” I crossed my arms.

“No, it wouldn’t have!” he practically shouted, weirdly polite in his aggression,“I’m not some stuffy bigot like you make me out to be. For the record, I totally would’ve dated you in college, despite our differences. Consensually, of course… You know what… Here! This is what would’ve happened!”

Hypothetical college party. Circa 2006. Hypothetical Jonah sits on a couch nervously with his legs crossed, turned towards a hot, gum-chewing Hypothetical Sophie in an uncharacteristically designer, albeit hot, pink dress, red Solo cup in hand.

“You know, you’re…” Jonah beamed. “So beautiful. Like, a night sky…”

Hypothetical Sophie loudly smacks gum.

“…Or, like, a belly button piercing,” he offers.

“I have one,” she announced. “See?”

His eyes widened as she lifted up her entire dress, revealing a belly button piercing as well as half of her body, including a pair of lace panties.

“I… see,” Hypothetical Jonah nodded, clearing his throat as she puts her dress down. “Anyways… I really like you. A lot. And… I wanna get to know you more. Your hopes, your dreams, your aspirations…”

Hypothetical Sophie smiles. “I really like you, too…”

Hypothetical Jonah returns her smile. “I’m glad… Hey, I don’t know if this is too forward, but… Can I kiss you?” he asks softly.

The loud chewing resurfaces.

“Like, on the mouth?” Hypothetical Sophie questions.

He stares. “I—Yeah! Yeah, on the lips…”

“Okay!” she exclaims blankly.

He slowly leans in, looking up and down as she doesn’t budge. He laughs awkwardly, leaning in to kiss her. He gently cups her cheek, kiss soft and tender as he slowly pulls away. Hypothetical Sophie looks at him hopefully.

“…Can we do doggy style?” she asks finally.

Hypothetical Jonah blinks profusely. “Uh… Yeah, yeah, I was just being a gentleman—”

He’s cut off as Hypothetical Sophie tackles him in a passionate kiss, knocking the two of them off of the couch as bystanders watch uncomfortably.

The ‘what if’ sequence ends. I gasped at the conclusion.

“See?” Jonah demanded, thinking that proved his point. “I would’ve totally been into you! …Hypothetically, of course.”

“Well… I would have been into your nerdy ass, too!” I cried. “…Hypothetically. And, I would not have sounded like that!” I exclaimed.

“Really?” he challenged angrily. “Then what would you sound like?!”

I scowled.

Hypothetical college party, circa 2006. A younger, Hypothetical Sophie sits on the couch, sipping from a red Solo cup in a tank top and Ed Hardy jeans. A nerdy Hypothetical Jonah sits an entire foot away from her in his usual button- down and khakis, looking around anxiously. She sets get cup down, starting to roll a joint on a tray in her lap. Hypothetical Jonah turns, already starting to fake cough.

“Excuse me,” he says timidly, “Would you mind… not smoking marijuana around me? I can’t stand the smell…”

Hypothetical Sophie stares, reluctantly tucking the freshly rolled joint into her bra.

“Oh… Alright,” Hypothetical Jonah mumbles, “O-okay, that works…”

Hypothetical Sophie crosses her legs, now pulling her top down past her bra as she leans in.

“You’re cute…” she purrs.

“R-Really?” Hypothetical Jonah stammers.

She nods. “Mhm… God, you’re so hot… You look like a Jewish Henry Cavill…”

He gasps as she presses ghost kisses to his neck. “That’s… Um… I-I don’t know what to do with that,” he babbles.

Hypothetical Sophie smirks. “You know what to do with this?”

She grabs his hand, setting it with a Smack! on her left boob.

Hypothetical Jonah groans, looking down at his crotch. “Oh, God…!”

“It’s okay!” Hypothetical Sophie pants, assaulting his neck, “It happens to a lot of guys!”

Jonah was speechless. He fumbled with his words as he tried to vocalize what was going on in his head.

“Oh… my God!” he cried scandalously, practically clutching his pearls. “That… Okay, honestly, you should be writing—”

“I’m just saying,” I sighed. “I would have, hypothetically, been into you too, during college!”

“Okay, then why are we arguing?” he questioned.

“Because!” I scoffed. “It never would’ve actually happened!”

“You don’t know that!”

“Come on,” I sighed, “It never would’ve been socially acceptable. Your friends would’ve thought I was so ratchet, and weird, in college.”

There was a noticeable pause.

“…Okay, maybe,” he admitted thoughtfully, “Especially Kevin, his worldview was weirdly Puritanical… Anyways… I guess you’re right, we do come from vastly foreign socioeconomic backgrounds—”

“See, that right there is the difference,” I said flatly, “Just call me poor.”

“I… will not be doing that,” Jonah decided prudently, “Besides. Even if you did look, or talk, a little different than me, I never would have held it against you.”

“Not intentionally,” I said softly. “But people treated me differently all the time, thinking they were being cool about it.”

He stopped, realizing my point.

“Okay, maybe you’re right. We would’ve interacted really awkwardly if we met a decade ago,” he confessed, “But I still would’ve wanted to get to know you,” he promised, a gentle glossiness to his eyes.

“Of course you would’ve,” I teased him. “You talk to everybody. Last week, you talked to the guy who walks around with no shoes outside about The Godfather—”

“Well, forgive me for being personable,” he argued, “Besides, he was wearing a shirt of it, so I naturally assumed—”

“He was also talking to himself, about the chip the government put in his brain,” I explained again.

“Okay, yeah, maybe that was a pretty one-sided conversation,” Jonah admitted, “But I think we would’ve been friends in school.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Friends? Really?”

He looked at me for a moment, hiding a little smile. “Yeah,” he insisted, “Friends…”

The way he said that made my eye twitch. Was I insane? I couldn’t have imagined that, right?

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Chapter Eighteen