#pooks platonically

[emiliotheemu]

when they're so dark purple, stormy days, white chocolate coffee, old books, 7x7=49, gold glitter, lavender candles, and stargazing <3

@shattered-glasswork

[r0zzk1ll]

"this man, is weird.. CRAZY weird.." "he was always very bright.."

[hedgehog-troops]

was it casual ehen i mate a whole note in my notes app dedicated to hie you resembled jupiter because you entertained my thoughts about planets, stars and satellites without calling me weird?

[lowkeyrobin]

Hey pooks:3 can you do a thing with the VK’s (from red) with like a reader who is reckless, childish, stupid, and just has no filter and like reader is like the little sibling of the group? Maybe there like a bit younger then the VK’s to tytytytytyty:333 (all platonic)

oo okay I can try! ; I turned this into a pref because 💀 ; anyway thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy! ; I don't write for hades or uliana unless it's like a group oneshot thing so I didn't add them here, but I did add red cause she technically is a vk and I felt bad for the small cast lol. but if anyone else sees this and wants to request a preference, you can say vks + bridget and charming if u want them cause I'll prob just sort red in there already

RISE OF RED ; reckless

includes ; hook, morgie, maleficent & red

warnings ; language

masterlist

JAMES HOOK

lowkey finds the lack of filter hilarious

he also finds the childish, reckless antics adorable in a platonic way

like he will be watching and supporting

you're like his little sibling

he kinda leads you around n stuff and whispers into your ear of what to do

like he pushes you into situations where you can cause mischief, and it's funny asf

in those Twitter aus I usually see on tiktok, he'll post videos of you doing stupid shit and caption them

and usually the others will laugh or leave dumbass comments

he loves u tho ur like his little sidekick

fuck smeed he let his hand get eaten off by that dumbass crocodile

ur cooler anyways

MORGIE LE FAY

he's not inherently evil, just trying to fit in

so when you're under his wing, you're not doing nessecarily bad things

he'll watch you do dumb shit and speak your mind and laugh, but no assholery

he jumps into little pranks and stuff sometimes cause he has some cool powers

he really does see you as a little sibling that he never got growing up

it really does fill the lonely void inside his heart 💔

he finds your reckless antics hilarious but he's also worried about you mentally because how tf are you so stupid

MALEFICENT

she's like your whole ass mother

she's teaching you all the ways to be wicked

she's teaching you all about dark magic and fairies and shit

she finds the childish behavior and recklessness funny for a while but there's a point where it's a tad annoying

just act as her little evil sidekick already 😔

but she definitely drags you along everywhere and parades you around

"y/n, be a dear and show them what I taught you"

and you turn some rando kid into a fuckin toaster or some shit

"not quite... you'll get it with some practice"

she's really a proud mother when you get shit right and whatnot

she does find the whole zero filter hilarious tho

you've eaten her up a few times 😭🙏

RED OF HEARTS

you're literally the little sibling she never had growing up 💔

you being so childish, reckless, and open with your thoughts makes it sm better

being princess of Wonderland sucks asscheeks and it's sooooo boring

but ur like the light of her life

you're always out with her when she's causing trouble in the night

your lack of filter makes her laugh outside the guidelines (noon-4pm) (idk got this from the book)

she's always getting you into trouble since you want to so bad

you do some reckless ass shit sometimes 💀 gang do not get caught...

she 100% supports the trouble you get in

ur number one supporter

[edenesth]

MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny/anything you want ^ㅇ(๑>◡<๑)ㅇ^ "

Dear Soulmate

I'm sorry it took me so long, anon! I didn't know how to approach this and was waiting for a friend to do it first🙈

For my one and only, my pookie, @itstheghostofmypast💖

Choi San — soulmate au (idiots to lovers)

In a world where soulmates exist, most people discover their other halves before reaching twenty-five, you struggle to find yours, even when he had been right in front of you all along. You've witnessed those around you revelling in the bliss of finding their destined partners, all the while blindly awaiting your own.

"I cannot believe this, I'm dying alone!" you cried.

"Pooks, he'll come when the timing's right, I just know it," Eve, your closest friend and platonic soulmate, reassured you, wrapping you in a comforting embrace as you poured out your frustration. Despite being on the cusp of turning 26, your soulmate remained elusive.

"How did you and Hwa find each other again?" you asked, desperate for answers.

Eve sighed, "Whenever one of us gets hurt, a flower tattoo appears on the other in the same spot of their body. You know how clumsy I am, he found me through those blossoms. But each soulmate pair has their own unique connection. Haven't you felt anything special?"

See, in this world with soulmates, each pair discovers their connection in their own way. There's no universal formula, and you despised that fact vehemently. It only added unnecessary complexity to the already challenging quest for love.

Your parents had found each other through their inner voices, where their internal voices are the other's instead of their own. Your sister had found her soulmate through a compass on her body that led her to where her other half is.

And then there was you. Nothing. Nada. Niente. Absolutely nothing at all.

And as your birthday drew near this year, panic set in. You'd soon be a year older than the age when most people found their soulmates. Maybe you didn't have one, maybe he died, maybe he got aborted as a foetus, maybe—

"Woah, woah, just take a deep breath, everything will be okay," your friend reassured, trying her best to help in any way possible, "Hey, didn't you say you've been having a lot of dreams lately? And it's always that same dream?"

You blew a raspberry in frustration, "Yeah, but I doubt my recent dreams have anything to do with my soulmate, assuming I even have one. They're always about that art museum I go to on weekends. I think it's just because I spend so much time there."

She pondered for a moment, "Wait a minute, didn't you mention that San guy you always see there? What if—"

"Oh, hell no," you exclaimed, shuddering at the possibility of that annoyingly gorgeous mountain of a man being your destined lover, "I'd rather be alone forever than end up with someone like him."

It all happened on a day when you sought solace at the museum after a taxing week at school. Exhausted from dealing with incompetent classmates and antagonistic professors, you longed for a moment of peace as you approached your cherished spot in the corner. But to your dismay, you discovered an ignorant man occupying not just one seat, but the entire bench with his belongings. And not just any bench, your bench, the one everyone knew better than to occupy.

So you did the first thing that came to mind, you might have uttered some unkind words out of irritation. Looking back, you acknowledge it was all very unnecessary, considering it was likely his first visit to the museum and he clearly didn't realise it was your spot. However, your pride prevented you from admitting fault.

Consequently, he responded with equal unpleasantness. Even the museum guards had to intervene before things escalated into a fight. Like dealing with children, they persuaded both of you to share the bench since there was clearly more than enough space for two.

You adamantly refused to yield your spot and relocate, asserting your presence since you were here first. Similarly, it seemed his foolish pride prevented him from budging as well; thus, you both found yourselves locked in a silent standoff, exchanging wary glances as you engaged in a weekly silent war.

"Ugh, was hoping I wouldn't have to see your face today," San sneered, earning a glare from you as you settled down beside him. You were running slightly late, having trouble getting up after yet another frustrating dream, one slightly more annoying than usual.

Deliberately nudging his bag aside with irritation, you narrowed your eyes, "You wish, loser. This spot is mine, and it's staying that way."

He smirked in response, "Someone's in a foul mood, but then again, when are you not? Hope it's not because of that dream where your precious bench gets snatched away for good."

"Shut the hell up—"

You stopped short, a sudden realisation hitting you like a ton of bricks. You hadn't shared that dream with anyone, not even Eve. No one should know about it except... No freaking way. He couldn't possibly be the one you've been waiting for all this time. It seemed too absurd to be true. Why, out of all people, would fate pair you with this insufferable, infuriating, irksome yet undeniably attractive, bastard?

"Surprise, genius. It's me, your soulmate."

"I knew," he confessed, his voice carrying frustration and resignation, "I knew from the moment I saw you that you were my other half. That's why I came here in the first place, why I was in this exact spot."

Your breath hitched as his words sank in. All this time, he had known, yet he had still chosen to engage in your petty conflicts.

"But when I met you," he continued, "I was excited, hopeful even. But your attitude, your stubbornness... it's unbearable. As much as I feel the pull towards you, I can't ignore how immensely annoyed I am by your behaviour."

His words landed like a punch to the gut.

"I know that if I had a choice in who my soulmate is," he admitted, his gaze intense, "it would never be you."

After a moment of processing his words, you gritted your teeth in anger, "Well, joke's on you, buddy. I don't want you either. Maybe it would be best for both of us if you stop showing up here from now on."

Days turned into weeks, and true to your request, San ceased his visits to the museum. At first, you felt a strange sense of relief, but soon, that relief morphed into a tumult of conflicting emotions.

You didn't know how to feel. Did you truly mean what you said, or were those words simply born out of anger? Your emotions were a tangled mess. On one hand, you had just turned away your soulmate after yearning for his presence for so long. On the other hand, you couldn't shake the resentment that it had to be him, of all people. Part of you longed to be near him, to reconcile and embrace your destiny. But another part recoiled at the thought, recoiled at the frustration his presence brought.

Unbeknownst to you, San wasn't doing much better. His heart felt hollow, the absence of your presence leaving a gaping void. He tried to carry on with his life as before, but the weight of your rejection hung heavy on his shoulders. But his pride also kept him from reaching out to you.

He suppressed the pull towards you, buried it beneath layers of denial and indifference. But no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, your essence lingered in his dreams, haunting him with visions of what could have been.

Then, one day, fate intervened in a way neither of you could have predicted. You fell ill with food poisoning and ended up in the hospital. In a panic, San saw it in his dream, a vision of you lying pale and weak in a hospital bed. Without hesitation, he raced to your side, his heart pounding with fear. As he stood in the hospital room, watching over you, he realised the depth of his feelings. Despite everything, he couldn't deny the truth any longer. You were his soulmate, and he couldn't bear the thought of losing you.

You furrowed your brows at his unexpected appearance, "What the hell are you doing here? Who invited you?"

His heart sank at your coldness, but before he could form a response, Eve intervened, giving you a playful smack on the shoulder, "Stop it, you! He came all this way, and you're still going to be mean to him?" Turning to San with a warm smile, she continued, "You must be San! I'm Eve, her best friend. It's nice to finally meet you. Oh, and please don't take her words to heart. She likes to pretend as if she hadn't been dying to see you again."

Blushing furiously at her blunt revelation, you shot her a glare, but she simply tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, "Behave yourself. I'll be back shortly after settling the bill with Hwa," she said, brushing past San. As she passed him, she gave a polite nod, "Please take care of her for me, won't you?"

"Of course, Eve," he replied, nodding in return.

As soon as your friend left the room, he took a step closer, his tone serious, "Listen, I'm tired of playing games. I came here because I realised I can't bear to lose you again. So, tell me if you feel the same right now. If you still want me gone, I'll leave and never show my face around you ever again."

His words struck a chord, and you couldn't hold back the tears any longer. He couldn't resist the pull any longer, sitting down beside you on the bed and wrapping his arms around you. Relief flooded through him as he felt you relax in his embrace.

"I don't want to lose you again either. I'm sorry I was an idiot," you whispered.

"You should be," he teased, planting a kiss on your hair, "But I'm sorry too. Perhaps I should have told you who I was from the start. Let's just... not say things we don't mean and hurt each other again, okay?"

You nodded, squeezing him tightly, "Okay, Sannie."

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[nicksbestie]

Hey Pooks, I have another self-indulgent request…

I’m coming up on a year clean of SH, there’s no way I could have gotten this far without my friends. I was curious if you could write a fic about Jake/Johnnie either helping the reader during the healing process or celebrating her accomplishments during recovery.

I’m sure that you have a lot of requests at the moment, but I absolutely adore your work.

-🫠

Recovery - Jake Webber

Summary : Recovery is an incredibly hard process, but your best support system are your friends <3

Pairing : Jake Webber/Reader (platonic)

Warnings : mentions of self harm, read at your own discretion!!!!

Word Count : 829

A/N : this was such a heartwarming request :( i'm so proud of you anon!!! as someone coming up on two years of being sh-free next week, i know firsthand how difficult this can be!! you're doing great, keep going!!! <3 to anyone struggling or needing someone to talk to, my anon box is always open, and so are my dms. you're never alone!!

Addiction is so difficult. It is arguably one of the hardest things that a human can go through. And with that, recovery becomes nearly impossible in a lot of cases. 

You had been struggling with a self harming addiction for a long time, and had finally gotten onto the stable path of recovery. You knew firsthand just how difficult this was, and had fallen into many relapses before you had gotten to the point that you were at right now. If someone had told you a couple of years ago that you would be here, right now, you probably would’ve laughed in their face. 

You knew there was no way that you could’ve gotten to the point that you were at now without your closest friends. They had been your support system through everything, not turning away or ever making you feel bad about it when you had been deep in addiction. They had always been caring and loving, making sure that they were there whenever you needed or asked them to be.

You could think of so many times off of the top of your head when they had genuinely be the best people in your life. Your family wasn’t incredibly supportive, blaming you more than anything else, so that had left you with just your friends. Grateful didn’t even come close to covering how you felt for them. 

There had been a time when you had been relapsing, badly, and trying to hide it, feeling that there was the chance of your friends being upset with you, the anxiety and shame of what you’d done completely clouding your judgment. In your panic, you’d forgotten that Jake was due to be coming over that afternoon, and when he let himself in, you freaked out.

However, instead of the angry reaction that you had been anxiously expecting, Jake had been gentle, kind, and overall more than you had ever hoped for. You’d never had someone sit down with you, letting you cry your feelings out, and help you clean up. He sat in the bathroom with you, keeping gentle pressure on your wounds, halfway hugging you in between adjusting his hold, and making sure that you were sitting steady. He’d gently helped you bandage up the cuts, making sure that all of them were clean.

His hands, despite being large, were incredibly accurate and soft. You didn’t feel any excessive pain, but that may have been due to how out of it you were. You’d stopped crying by this point, but you were now exhausted, and didn’t feel good. Jake cleaned up the blood with no complaints, waving you off when you tried to help him. After that, he had pulled you into another hug, before gently settling you on the couch, cuddling with you for a while and making sure you ate something.

He refused to leave your side for many days after that. He stayed next to you, making sure that you were aways comfortable, had something to eat and drink, and took your meds, because he could tell that you hadn’t been taking them. He ordered food whenever you needed some, and never made you do more than lifting a finger to do anything. He had been your biggest supporter for years, but this week really brought the two of you even closer than you had ever thought you would be.

There had been another time where you had called him over, desperate for someone to distract you, and you swear he had never driven his car faster. He had stayed on the phone with you the entire time, getting there as quickly as possible, and had wrapped his arms around you, sitting with you to make sure you couldn’t do anything drastic. There were a ton of days that you would swear he saved your life, and both of those incidents fell under those days.

So that lead you to now, tears on your waterline, threatening to fall as you stood inside your front door, seeing a large balloon blown up in the shape of a “1” in your kitchen, Jake standing there with a huge smile on his face and a cake. He had promised you months ago that he was going to celebrate your year anniversary of being clean when you got there, but you hadn’t thought you would ever get there. You hadn’t thought that he would remember either, so you were shocked when you walked in to this. 

He immediately hugged you, making sure you didn’t cry, and began to cut the cake. It had “One Year!” written on it in curly red icing, and he passed it to you with a small card. It had his scrawly handwriting on the inside of it.

“I’m so proud of you!! One year down, many to go. You’re incredible.”

You had a huge smile on your face by this point, incredibly proud of yourself as well. 

“I couldn’t have done it without you.”

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[busycloudy]

if u write only for twst can yew do Floyd leech and and and uhhh errmmmm uhhhh guy reader mc idc whose scenemo and floyd discovers they have shared tastes and mc/reader gives him make over 😣

IF UR POTENTIALLY OPEN TO OTHER FANDOMZ.. STARTZ TREMBLING AND FOAMING AT THE MOUTH.. TARTAGLIA...

okay thanks ily pooks

thx for requesting!!! I will be actually joining new fandoms real soon and hopefully writing for them, so this will probs be my last time writing for twst atm :3 n e wayz, I hope you enjoy this!

A fluff fic

The reader is MC and goes by he/him pronouns.

This can be read in both a platonic and romantic way!

Floyd may be ooc due to the fact I haven't played twst in MONTHS + This will include hcs

You were making some kandi bracelets again since you didn't really have much else to do and also wanted to add more to your collection (you already had like 37 but shhh) until you heard your door creak, causing you to look up to a tall, smiley, blue haired figure, which was Floyd of course!

"Heya shrimpy, watcha making there~" He asked with curiosity in his eyes.

"Nothin much, just making bracelets" You responded as you tied the string together to finish this piece off.

"Ohhhh...I think I tried that before but got bored cuz the beads kept falling off" Floyd sighed, "But I like to make shirts!" Floyd excitedly claimed. "Really?? Me too!" You smiled. "We should bleach some shirts together sometime!" You requested. Floyd put a finger on his chin, pondering. "Mehhh...maybe...OR we could right now" He instead offered, to which you had to accept, hell maybe you could even give him a full makeover!

You got the black shirts, cardboard, and bleach out and began working. The two of you finished after about 15-20 minutes and adored the results. Floyd went with a skeleton type pattern and ended up cutting the sleeves off his shirt, and you'd gone with a spine with wings, but in all honesty you just went with whatever came to your head as you'd done so.

You two complemented each other's shirts and such and then you offered the idea you came up with earlier. "Floyd, what if I gave you some clothes to style with that shirt? I have some stuff that I got in a size too big so I haven't worn it yet, and I could get you some shoes" You suggested. "Shrimpy, giving me a makeover?hmmmm...sureee, but only if I can give you one too!" He said, and you nodded your head.

---

You handed Floyd your eyeliner, eyeshadow, brushes, etc and let him create away, and you discovered he was actually good at doing makeup and such.

Your makeup:

(you may imagine wtv you'd prefer tho!)

Floyd's outfit:( I couldn't find a good png and was DEF not drawing this cuz I can't 💔) FLIP I FORGOT THE KANDI. But anyways his stuff would say stuff like eel rave and sea slugs etc

Floyd entered his dorm happy with the new outfit he now has. "Ah, hello Floyd. Where has this outfit come from?" Jade came out of nowhere, asking. "I bleached this shirt, but Shrimpy gave me this other stuff! Isn't he soooo cool!" Floyd giggled. "I do rather like it...maybe I ought to see what he could do for me too..." Jade pondered

[sufferingsokkatash]

“Come on Pook” has been inducted into zukka fanfic vocabulary.

(i have missed them teasing zukka, even if it’s obviously platonic)

[emiliotheemu]

should I re-open my mood board event?

It didn't get any interaction there for the last half of the month but it could be fun 🤷

YESSSSS

DO IT POOKS IT WILL SLAY SO HARD

[opiopal]

DANGGG I’ve always had the thought of Mc willing falling BUT TRYNA RIP OFF THEIR WINGS??? I LOVE IT.

I can just imagine them biting and ripping at their feathers with tears streaming down their reddened cheeks, trying their hardest to ignore the cracking and popping of their new found joints until a loud crack echos through their ears and down their spin, shocking their nerves into finally leaving themselves alone. and once they’re finally home I can just picture the devastation from Barb and Dia, they both heard a familiar crash out in the garden and found Mc there, they want to feel happy and relieved but they can’t get over how injured mc was, they take them into the castle to wrap them up and for a while until Mc is strong enough to speak again, they both just can’t imagine another angel doing this to Mc’s wings. But there’s no other explanation for it!!-and the way their hearts ACHE when mc shamefully explains what they had tried to do to themselves just to come back home,

UUGHHH and don’t even get me STARTED on the brothers cause I may actually sob 😭

I can imagine mc has to learn to magically tuck their mangled wings away to slip into a more “human” forms like how everyone else does, but they try extra hard to never see those terrible things ever again. They’re nothing but a twisted reminder of how long they were forced away from their family.

yk, idk if it’s a big thing or not in the fandom on where mc is going when they die, but I like to think they’re going up! But as a punishment. Now hear me out yall.

imagine, mc is content with it, infact they are happy about it, they get to spend the rest of eternity with their lover, their found family trope, and their closest friends ever, sure they have to go to forever school, but who cares! It’s worth it! however the heavens see it differently.

sure they were a good enough person to enter those gates no questions asked, they are amazing, caring, giving, kind, they’re always willing to see the good in everything no matter what. Yet that is also their downfall, their flaw, they worm their way into hearts too easily and in return those same people worm their way into their heart as well. so when the day finally comes, tearful “see you soons” and “goodbyes” are said as they close their eyes and go.

but when they open their eyes again… it’s bright, the sun is sickeningly bright and the sky is an unfamiliar blue, soft healthy grass tickles their face and arms, but it feels more like daggers as they slowly realize where they are… they sit up in a hurry, looking down at themselves, dressed in white with the weight of wings on their back, everything about them seemed to simply just glow… and as they take in their new form.. they fall to their knees in a sob.

it doesn’t take long for the others to learn where they are, and their lover is enraged. Brothers and friends have to hold them from barreling through those stupid gates to get their Mc back, suddenly the mild grief they had felt from watching Mc close their eyes shifts into a pure white rage.

it takes a long time before Mc is given permission to leave the celestial realm, so as a result they sit and grief with Simeon and Luke, they write letters to everyone who can’t come and visit and Simeon brings the letter back with him and Luke,

Once mc is able to leave they run, they run straight to their lovers arms and weep. Maybe it’s only been 50 years, or 100, or even 1,000, it doesn’t matter. All they care about is that it’s been way too long.

[istarveforplatonicptnstuff]

Pookie, what do you think of ptn characters being self aware au?? I need another platonic for that😍😍😍

Pookie 😿 The way that I wanted to answer this right away, but I ended up thinking about it for half a day, since today I had to finish counting tears in a plastic bottle (life update, today was my GRD and they had me recite 50 STEPS 😀 Changing patient gown and iv infusion + insertion 😢 But I SLAYED because I got perfect and one mistake in the other 😎) - Idk about ya'll but... You probably found out about the game based on the ad that had MISS 🤭 MAAM 🥰 Zoya... You guys don't understand the GRIP 😩 it had on me when I saw the ad for the first time... So, after watching THE ad that saved LIVES 🤩 including mine ofc 😊 You downloaded the app, despite having ZERO experience playing a tower defense game... 😶 That was me, highkey projecting rn... 😔😔😔 - So after days of getting used to the game, you started watching the interrogation since you were quite curious about the sinners backstory... 🤔🤔🤔 After finishing part of Hella's interrogation, you started to notice weird things happening in the game.

- If you put Zoya as your display character, she starts getting too real about asking you how your day was. And telling you stuff like; You better level me first 😤😤😤 because I'm the only who can protect you bbgirl... 🐺 Girl... This wasn't here before 🤨 so you definitely looked it up, but to no avail... So you probably felt special... 😍😍😍 Like, for me??? 🥺 Oh my gah 😱 I'm never letting you go POOKIE 🤭 Though you got jumpscared by the way Zoya suddenly responded with, That's right... I'm your pookie now... 😈 Making you press the home button on your phone due to how much you are FOLDING rn... 😳😳😳 Zoya canonically RIZZING you up pookie... *Sighs in not being able to relate because I'm not You pookie... 😞* But lmao imagine saying words like, Pookie 😍, Rizz 😏, and Bbgirl 🐺 to THE Zoya, like this is sending me rn... The way that I giggled a lil bit too hard writing this, feeling a lil EMBARAZZED picturing how Zoya would probably react to this... She's probably amused at you fangirling about her character, gives me FANSERVICE queen vibes like??? 😳 She knows how to play her role TOO well... 🥵

If you decide to put Adela as your display chara... (Though, what you know about my POOKIE Adela??? 🤨 Maam, I probably need to see that I.D for verification that you are INDEED another Pookie of Adela's... 🧐🧐🧐 /j I SEE 👀 you that one Adela pookie in my comments rn... So, this one's for you 🥰 and a lil bit of a spoiler pooks, if you see this rn... I'm writing another installment to our fav hair stylist soon...) - Adela would DEFINITELY give you good advice about hair... Me thinks my girl Adela knows FASHION 💃 Because, you cannot convince ME that this girl doesn't know how to dress up, like??? Her default outfit? SLAYED THE BOOTS DOWN 👢💥 So, rest assured you guys chose the right girl to display because this girl DON'T play around with both SERVING looks and SLAYING in one setting like girl... Me thinks if you like asmr, and had it on playing in the background and she hears and sees how it relaxes you... She probably would replicate it, like girlie had a secret career brewing and thought that we didn't notice??? 😯 Pookie, at this point, if you want to sleep or just relax... Hop on the game rn... Adela's doing 💈✂ barber shop 💇‍♀️ asmr... 😴😴😴 Adela havers be having a good night sleep, being blessed every night with her calming atmosphere... (Average Adela fan spotted, I will YAP when I hear her name...) Her voice lines would make you feel that you guys were besties from the start, or it's either like she's your mom friend and you guys get to hanggg around when she's not too busy SERVING the customers 💅

Not the soul siren 😭 but if you guys put her as your display character and you eat in front of her during a break... Sis will ROAST you like she's a copy of Gordon Ramsay, but more CUNTIER 💋 Girl acts like you are one of her 5 star chef and DEMANDS that you eat something else... 🙄 Babes really think you're rich 💳✨ and have MONEYYY to eat ✨exquisite✨ food... Only the best food for her caretaker. Girl really said that like you was her maid or something like??? WHAT? 😭😭😭 Lowkey judges you like you're BROKE or smth, same thing applies if you're actually not broke or like... College student tingssss, which makes it even WORSE because sister manages to convince you to buy her skins every time or pull copies of her... Pookie, I think she's a secret marketing agent of AISNO... 🤨 Girl WILL be obsessed with you the moment you max her, forfeit all moral possessions for her, and HER exclusively... 🤐🤐🤐 Sis does not leave you alone even after all that... She's hard to please 😞, in short but she warms up to you when you show significant improvement in your life... It's giving... Strict asian parents vibes 😶 Though, for realsys she isn't mean but like she's hard to predict pookie... I think she's kinda more on the practical side of things... When I mean practical, like your cooking skills... Critiques you as if you're in culinary school... 😃 Tough love for you pookie 💔 But dw, she'll change... When you manage to impress her with your cooking skills, of course 😇 Extra An: Pooks, if ya'll want more... 🤭 Comment which characters you want to see in this series or request other stuff that you want to see... The more KRAZY 🤪 it is, the more likely I am able to EAT 🍴 it up (Though, your pooks wouldn't be active much/still brewing some ideas 🧍‍♀️) TOODLES!

[exnoiafork]

Hello can you make sum valk x alt reader, the reader is also in a small underground band, AND has a one sided hate-love relationship with valk (like enemies by day lovers by night type) sorry if im asking too much ×_×

OH MEY GEOSOSHSHWIWBhhAAAAAAAAAAAagausshGJBAJAAAAA

Valk x ALT!Reader

INFO:

- reader is about 23-25 and they/them pronouns

-unlike valk, who does pop, you do metal with your band

- so um. You and Valk met at this music convention where you sell music stuffs . Basically albums, merch, etc

- you guys were kinda ignoring each other at first and then started talking. you both were in a band / make music and all, soo yeah

- it started out one sided at first… but you guys started becoming pookies as he calls it

- after a few months of talking, you and Valk started to become friendly rivals. like you guys tease each other about music a lot and joke about your songs sounding like “that guy’s new song” that the internet is meming about /ref

- oh yeah worth mentioning. assuming you’re above 5’2 , you tease him for his height. Sometimes you pick him up teasingly or…. Yeah yeah

- you 2 usually attend each others concerts with vip tickets.. what you think is funny is that you always have to reserve the flipside’s tickets even before it has access to the public. Cause like they’re crazy popular and they sell out in god knows how short, probably 30 minutes.

- you both are obviously rivals, so you two start “petty drama” as a joke too. Dom couldn’t care less, but it’s a bit of a pain up his gyatt dealing with you both at the same time.

- to Firebrand, you always use gen alpha slang in front of his face, teaching gen alpha slang to the GOD OF PHIRE. crazy and he does not understand any stuff you’re saying. though he kinda finds it funny and he’s just a chill grandpa soo.. you don’t die don’t worry

- half platonic half romantic relationship

“Valk! C’mereee..”

Valk hears you with those tiny ears of his (?), and he runs up to you like a he’s a puppy and you’re holding a bone or something similar.

“Y/N!!! Pook— ah no.. Y/N! nice ‘ta see you here!”

“C’mere, shortie..”

“Anyway, uh, how’s that new song doin’?

“Oh, it’s doing greattt! Don’t worry, you’ll get the tickets first, as usual..”

“Alright, see you there.. hon.”

*winky*

exnoianote I’m so sorry for taking like 4 days to finish I’m lazy + school 💔💔 I guess when you ask be ready to wait for 4 days

[oldwritingm]

yoyo!! not really a current request unless ur up for it but when your requests open again!! Wallace wells platonic comfort w a reader who is having a massive meltdown since that's been my life lately (help me lord) anyways ty pooks stay safe!! xx

YES MA'AM!! o7 Coming right up for a friend in need!! i hope you feel better sweets ♡(｡´• w •`｡)

Word count: 895

Scott Pilgrim - Some Comfort From Wallace Wells

Heart racing. Hands shaking. Tears blurring your vision. You weren’t even sure what you were doing—your every action was driven by sheer panic and stress. The sound of your own cries was the only thing in your ears.

That was, until you heard something else:

“Y/n?”

And suddenly there was something on your arm, the pressure of it increasing until you were being forced to turn around. 

“Wallace? What are you—” you shook your head, still not quite thinking clearly. You let out a sob, wiping frustratedly at your tears.

“It’s all just—!” You weren’t quite sure what you had intended to say; you were really just using shouting as an outlet for some of your overwhelming emotions right now. “Gah!”

“Y/n,” the sound came again, still not really registering in your mind. The pressure on your arm had moved to your forearm, and there was an identical feeling on your other forearm. Your hands were pulled away from your face, and you were forced to look at the man in front of you.

“Slow down,” he said, and for the first time your mind understood that those were Wallace’s words, and that noise was coming from him. 

You sniffled sharply, clenching your eyelids shut to squeeze out a few more teardrops. 

As much as you wanted to rampage, to flail your limbs and destroy something, it felt strangely good to stand still for a moment. But the moment passed quickly, and soon you were faced with the strong urge to crumple to the ground and start wailing again.

But your friend seemed to pick up on the urge as soon as it came, and in a moment his arms were around you, pulling your weight against him. Your head rested heavily on his shoulder as you brought heavy arms around his neck, sniffling and weeping all the while.

Still embracing, you waddled somewhat awkwardly as one to the couch. You sank down on the cushions with an audible whump. A shaky sigh escaped your lips at the lethargic feeling of sitting; all the remaining tension in you was gone, replaced with an even more burdensome weight. It was as if your limbs had gone from being made of wood to being made of sandbags.

Your shoulders still shook while you cried. Wallace’s tight supportive grip loosened into a more comforting one, his hands rubbing your back slowly.

He waited for you to stop convulsing with sobs to pull away. You couldn’t meet his gaze, but you knew he was looking at you.

“Wanna tell me what happened?”

A deep frown contorted your face. You opened your mouth, but a sudden tightening in your throat made you question whether you really did want to tell him. Your mouth almost closed, but your lips remained parted, as if you couldn’t decide whether to speak or be silent. 

After a few moments, Wallace shrugged. “You don’t have to. I just thought you might like to.”

“I do,” you said suddenly, surprising him and yourself. Your frown twitched at your own rasping voice. “I just… It’s so much..!”

“Hey, hey,” Wallace put his hand on your arm, stroking it. “Don’t get yourself all worked up again.”

You nodded, biting your lip and forcing yourself to take a deep breath.

“Not a bad idea. You know, I once heard that deep breathing actually makes you hotter.”

You couldn’t help snorting at that. For all your misery, for all your overwhelming stress, Wallace could still get at least a giggle out of you. And giggle you did, much to his relief.

“It’s working already!”

“Shut up,” you managed between giggles, your voice still strained from crying. But now there was a smile on your face, and you lifted your head to actually look at your friend.

Your smile faded, and your eyes flicked away for a second before you spoke again. “Okay, I think I’m ready to talk about it.”

“Then I’m ready to listen.” Wallace reclined a little on the couch—his signal that he was ready for a long story, should this prove to be one. A long story, or a long vent. 

You finished speaking several seconds ago, and now silence filled the room. Wallace sat up to put his arm around you.

“Thanks for telling me. If I can ever help, please don’t be afraid to let me know.”

“...yeah, okay,” you murmured, feeling glum after recounting everything. Wallace took the balled-up tissue from your hand and replaced it with a dry one.

“I just hate seeing you like that.”

“I hate feeling like that.”

“I hate seeing you like this, too,” you could hear the sardonic smile on his lips, and you let out a sharp exhale in a halfhearted laugh.

“That bad?” You sighed, cringing as you imagined your own puffy eyes and red nose.

“Come on,” he said, his voice straining as he stood up. “To the bathroom!”

“The bathroom?”

“We need to fix… this.”

“You just gestured to all of me.”

“Yeah. It’s gonna take a while, but…” he let out a sigh, closing his eyes and shaking his head, “I’ll do it. I know, I know, I’m so kind and awesome and selfless and—”

“Pfff—shut up!”

You both burst into laughter, and you made sure to step on Wallace’s toe when you stood up to follow him to the bathroom.

Thank you for requesting, love!! I really hope you do feel better,, hugs and kisses <33

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Shud i become a robot?? Anywayz can i plz have platonic Bill Kaulitz x son reader where readers sleep schedule is absolutely fucked and his one main feature is tired ass eyes?? aLSO YOUR ANGSTY FICS BREAK MY MF HEART <///3

(Yes, yes, and why pooks my angst writings are adorable :( Anyways, enjoy bubs)

Bill K.'s Insomniac Son

Bill had you fairly young

Considering he's 33 and you're in your like mid teens

So, for a while ylu BOTH had very, very fucked up sleep schedules

You mainly because you were dragged along with your dad practically anywhere

Because he's Bill Kaulitz, duh

So for a long time there was always a very bad schedule

Bill tried his best though to have at least a window where you would eat and sleep

But most of the time when you were little you would fall asleep on your dad

And then he would have to transfer you to some place quiet where you could sleep and he could keep an eye on you

As you grow up, and there was a period where Tokio Hotel had a small break

Tom and Bill moved to LA and you continued your life there

But even then you were a tween and still had a very messed up sleep schedule

Bill isn't a very, very strict parent but he is very open and strict about you taking care of yourself

And if a sleep schedule was harming your health he would try his best to get you on an actual schedule

I'm talking melatonin, Benadryl, fucking narcos

Anything to knock you out

Even if those didn't work he would take you to a doctor thinking something was wrong

Nope

You're most likely just an insomniac

He still feels very, very bad about that though

He doesn't make you go to bed at a certain time

As long as you get up and have a bit of energy for the day you're good

He still is worried though

Especially about the tired ass eyes you have but there isn't much he could do about that

He tells you in case there is anything keeping you up just to tell him and he'll figure it out

He's your dad and he'll do anything to help make sure you're comfortable

Even feel free to take over your dad's bed

Trust me, papa Bill will always let you invade your destined side of the mattress

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[br4inr0tx]

ah shit..here we go again. Another matchup for @hannibalwritesstuff !

tw - toxic relationships, murder, forced affection, implied parental neglect, kidnapping, and torture

Your Mandela Catalogue matchup is… CESAR TORRES !!

• I’m down bad for alternate Cesar. He’s so silly.

• However, this is about you. Any sort of relationship with an alternate is very rocky and unstable, so be sure to walk carefully on that thin ice.

• He enjoys any sense of confidence from you. He can’t wait to watch you crumble the more he tortures you in your own house.

• As an alternate, he doesn’t talk that often. If he does it’s short responses, like reading lines from a script. The voice comes out is either the original Cesar’s voice, or yours mimicked perfectly.

• Alternates as very unpredictable as I previously mentioned, so it’s hard to say the things he may or may not do to you. There will never be a moment where it’s sunshine and rainbows I fear, as the fear of death always lingers near.

• Most likely, he’ll be your weird roommate, most likely seeking shelter in your home for a while. At first, he was thinking on killing you off immediately, but you seemed to intrigue him enough for him to keep you around as a human pet. Most likely from your charm and uniqueness.

• You are not safe with him at any moment. He could keep you around for a week, or as long as a year. Be prepared to live the rest of your life in fear.

• You’re so shy sometimes.. you wouldn’t dare tell any of your family that he’s an alternate, right?

• Don’t get snappy with him either, because he can always shut you up for good. It’s best to take the backseat, and let him call the shots for you.

• Eventually if you manage to entertain him for a while, he’ll allow you to get your fix and cuddle him. Look! It’s like he’s your real boyfriend!

• He spends a lot of time with you too, since going outside could risk him getting caught. Then again, he’s already in your house. No one is coming for you even if you cry for help.

• Thus, all dates are at home. Perhaps on a rare occasion he’ll follow you out in public under another disguise, but it’s hard to tell.

• He only watches you do your hobbies. I don’t think he’ll ever want to do them with you. As an alternate with no convincing of any kind needed anymore, he just observes..

• Now, you might be asking, this is a horrible match! Why would you match me with someone whom I’ll barely get along with?

• Well, that’s the thing. None of the alternates have the capability to love, honestly. They can always pretend when they are playing as a human, which Alt!Cesar will do sometimes, but since you wanted an alternate I hate to break it to you, theres not much around it pooks.

• However, a runners up for you would be Mark Heathcliff and Thatcher Davis!

Your Platonic! Southpark matchup is… KENNY MCCORMICK !!

• Kenny would be best for you! You’re both excitable goofballs, and I think because of that the two of you would click right away.

• You’re a very charming person, and as soon as he met you in school, his eyes were attached on you immediately. You’ve got that aura that draws people in, and I feel like Kenny is one to sense that vibe from anyone.

• Kenny is a true ambivert, maybe leaning on introvert. He mainly gets shy around new people, though once he digs them it’s smooth sailing from there. He likes that fact you’re so social, as it made him connect with you easily.

• He’s very playful, and loves to hang out and do stuff. He’s not one to sit around and do nothing, he’d rather be out and about. That being said he loves to go out with you and go on adventures.

• Knowing Kenny, he’s extremely crude and out of pocket. You make each other laugh all the time. Just make sure Kenny doesn’t die from it.

• Speaking of which, you would know if his constant loop of dying and coming back to life. I’d imagine it’s traumatic for the both of you, but I guess it just pushes you to live your life to the fullest. You often help each other in that regard.

• He’s really chill about it though most of the time, and hopes that after awhile of knowing you won’t freak out as often about him dying so often.

• Kenny is some what of a people pleaser and peace keeper, so if you have any drama you’re involved in he’s quick to help you resolve it.

• He may call you emo sometimes, but there’s no ill intent with it, it’s all jokes. He digs it, and he’s not one to really judge given his situation. I see Kenny as a grunge/indie kid, with a sprinkle of emo in there. (Here’s a playlist for him I made awhile back based on another Tumblr users headcanons on his music. I agree with it so hopefully you do too!)

• Bro has literally been to hell. He’s in no way scared of you. Not to mention, you see the shit that goes on in Southpark? There’s lots more to be scared of than the way someone dresses.

• He gets hurt all the time and lives in a dysfunctional family, so having a time where you father him might actually make him cry tears of joy.

• He definitely has ADHD, so even if he doesn’t completely understand what you go through on a daily basis, he can definitely sympathize with you through your tougher times in mental health.

• Please put makeup on him! He loves feeling girly pop!

• Kenny is a physical person in my opinion. It doesn’t even need to be on a relationship front either. He likes giving homie cuddles when you need it. Though he’s a gentleman, he won’t touch you if you don’t want it.

• He’s very open, and usually finds fun out of anything happening. He just wants something to do, so anything you want to do won’t bother him in the slightest. He’s very adaptable.

• Though he does favor arcades and malls, their his favorites!

• he’s kinda poor so um..please pay for him, he’s not picky and doesn’t ask for anything tho cause he feels bad - He’s not um..on the rich side so..please pay for him. He’s not picky and will never ask for anything though, so I guess it’s mostly at your discretion.

• He loves gaming, and is into different sports. I believe he’s into art too, even his he’s not the greatest at it. He’s got the spirit though!

• Likes to play video games with you! You’re less annoying than Cartman can be at the very least, so it’s more than he could ask for. He’s into all genres, but I think RPGs his favorite.

• He likes to watch movies and YouTube with you too on more chill days. He wants to try one of those challenges with you though, like the Ice bucket or Cinnamon challenge.

• He also digs anime. His favorites are probably mainstream ones like one piece or dragon ball, but don’t worry cause he’s open to watching more. (He’d love the Ghost Stories Dub.)

• He loves dancing. He isn’t necessarily good, but he has the spirit. He just likes to groove, y’know?

• Other close friends of yours would be Clyde and Craig! Tweek too, depending on how scared he is of you on that day.

• You’re a great friend for Kenny, and he’s glad to have you apart of his circle.

Your Price of Flesh matchup is… DEREK GOFFARD !!

• You really can’t get enough of him, can you?

• Well, seeing as we’ve done this before, I’ll just give you a few more headcanons to tease around your mind.

• He loves seeing the way you run back to him every time like an obedient little pet. Sure the torture sessions are terrible, but the sweet aftercare of cuddles, aggressive kisses, and watching whatever show you want for the evening makes it all worth it.

• I mentioned before how intuitive he is. He picks up on things you do and don’t like very easily, and just as easily bullies you on it.

• When he’s pissed off though, there’s no point in trying to cheer him up. He’s very dismissive, and he’ll end up taking it out on you tenfold. Most of the time there’s a chance you could actually die during these outbursts, so it’s all up to fate at that point.

• All those days back at the auction, he could see that spark in you. That charm and liveliness. He knew from that day forward he wanted to take you away and break all your spirit..and show you what true suffering is.

• It’s such a shame you fell into this psychopaths hands, cause he’s not ever going to let you go.

[noemilivv]

Hi pooks, me again lmao

Can I request More Than Anything (letter from a character of your choice) with Alastor ? Romantic????

Likes: Cheese, Snakes, Anime, Stuffed Animals, fruit, Theatre, pretzels, pasta, long hot baths, dark chocolate, sour candy, music, daydreaming, kangaroos

Dislikes: all of the Vees, vegetables, odd textured foods, Sherpa, paper straws, people yelling at me

Personality: I'm a very goofy silly person, with kind of a dirty/dark sense of humor. I have abandonment issues and am very very possessive. As in someone called my friend a whore and I had to be held back by three people, possessive. Once I find someone I like, it's basically I stay calm around them, and test the waters. I'm kinda flirty with my friends too. Once I figure out where I stand with them, I'm my normal weird crazy self.

Hobbies: Crying, drawing, reading, listening to music, day dreaming, theatre

Shenanigans: I said a pizza I made had down syndrome, rolled around and chased people in a colorful tube thingy. moaned as a joke, and didn't know the principal was behind me. Fell off a table from laughing.

Also mutuals?? If not that's fine tho :333 ty schnookums

heyy!! ofc i can do that for you, although it won’t be too romantic, as i’m starting to grow more iffy about writing alastor in that way, i’ve always tried to make my works for him pretty neutral, so their able to be read by both people who read for him romantically and platonically (other than the marriage hc series), cuz honestly i’ve been thinking about it cause like i write for vaggie and angel based off of their sexualities (gn! or male! readers for angel and gn! or fem! for vaggie) and it feels disrespectful to the aroace community to not do the same for al yk?

that doesn’t mean my writing for alastor will go to a halt, it just means that the content of him may grow less romantic, by how much idk yet

also yes, i’m down to be moots haha, always looking for someone new to talk to on tumblr :)

My dear doe,

Absence truly does make the heart grow fonder, so I’ve noticed, and because of that I must say I’m eager for your return back home!

I have a lot planned for us, and your darling face, I’m positive you’ll enjoy it!

Please come to my room at eight, sharp, in your best clothes. I’ve planned a splendid night out on the town!

Yours Truly,

Alastor ❣️