#tbf it’s not exact projection

[calsvoid]

sebastian who’s always seen love as fleeting, something that fades and dies, who’s always only ever felt temporary attraction until he meets blaine and he falls and can’t stop falling and it never really goes away, he always carries some love for blaine and he finally gets why people fall apart over love

[patricia-taxxon]

i'm kinda over equal area projections, tbf. like even the best ones still lose a lot of definition on the poles, if you're gonna hang up a world map in a classroom or put it in an atlas it should be a compromised projection that spreads its distortion around all three vectors, a little area and shape and orientation distortion to go around. i'm partial to winkel tripel, it's named for being as close to an exact three-way compromise you can get.

(dymaxion freaks dni, i wanna accurately represent the oceans too)

[minxmut-cafe]

BEAR WITH ME ??

Pairing : Bear hybrid Namjoon x Ferret hybrid reader

Word count : 10k words.

Authors note : HAHDBDHD HELLO YOU GUYS!! I'm really excited to post this because I had ALOT of fun writing this. I love love LOVED the whole dynamic as well and tbf it's minor self insert because..I too can be a menace. Like I'm not THAT much of a menace but I've had enough complaints to know I am one lololol. I think I'm gonna post more stuff about these two. I've already planned a few more things and some other scenarios and stuff. Like I said I REALLY enjoyed the whole dynamic and i think you guys would as well. ALSO I've had to make 2 parts of this because I keep hitting the word count on the damn post. BE SURE TO LIKE BOTH PARTS And if you have any requests or query my requests and asks are always open. <3

Warning : Smut, Vaginal sex, oral sex (M & F receiving), hybrid sex, mentions of death, mention of heat, feral Namjoon, size kink, spanking, mating press, mentions of various sex positions, reader being a menace, Namjoons a gentle giant, rough sex, cunnilingus, idiots in love, reader is immature, Namjoon is suffering, HUGE size difference (Imagine gyomei and shinobu). Masturbation, Namjoons a boob guy. Titty analysis :)

Synopsis :

"Namjoon spots a Tiny ferret hybrid getting pushed around by a bunch of hyena hybrids and decides to intervene. Little did he know that would lead to a series of interesting, traumatising and hilarious memories, some of which he's convinced were attempted murder attempts."

The quad was bustling. Students milled about, chatting, heading to class, or loitering in the late afternoon sun. It was a typical day—except for the growing commotion near the campus fountain.

A group of hyena hybrids had circled someone.

Laughter, sharp and jeering, cut through the air.

And in the middle of it all stood her—half their size, shoulders squared, and pissed.

“Come on, sweetheart,” one of the hyenas drawled, tail flicking behind him. “We’re just playing.”

Another snickered. “Yeah, don’t be so...uptight.”

She scowled, baring her small, but very sharp teeth. “Say that again.”

“Ooooh.” They mocked her. “She’s got bite.”

A growl rumbled in her throat, but before she could launch herself at them—

A shadow loomed.

Everything stopped.

The hyenas stiffened, their ears flattening as a new presence entered the circle.

He was massive.

Towering over them like a walking monolith, broad shoulders casting a dark silhouette against the sun. His round glasses reflected the light, but his expression was unreadable.

A grizzly bear hybrid.

And not just any bear—one that could easily break them in half if he wanted.

The air shifted.

The hyenas hesitated���then, in a blur of nervous laughter, backed off. “Relax, man. No need to get involved.”

And just like that, they scurried away.

Silence.

Then—

She turned, glaring up at her so-called savior.

“What, you wanna fight too?!”

Namjoon’s eyes widened.

“EH?—NO—WAIT—” He lifted his hands, panicked. “I wasn’t—I didn’t—”

She squinted. Suspicious. “Then what do you want?”

“I just—” He struggled, fumbling for words. “I saw you getting pushed around and thought—”

“I had it handled,” she snapped.

Namjoon blinked.

Then, despite himself, a tiny smile pulled at his lips. “Yeah… I think you did.”

And that was how you met Kim Namjoon.

If anyone on campus had to describe their relationship, they wouldn’t know what to say.

It started with the hyena incident—which, in your opinion, wasn’t even that big of a deal. You had them handled. But then Namjoon had to come in like some big, overgrown hero, and suddenly, y'all were seeing each other everywhere.

Same lecture hall.

Same group projects.

Same spot at the café.

And for some stupid reason, you both always ended up together.

Namjoon, to his credit, was a bean. A giant, shy, soft-spoken bean who somehow made people nervous just by existing. He was taller than most— 7'3 to be exact, broader than all, and had the gentlest voice she’d ever heard. He was polite to everyone, rarely raised his voice, and for some reason, people still thought he was scary.

You , however?

You were half his size, twice the chaos, and nice to exactly one person.

Which meant one thing—

Once you were close enough, you never left him alone.

“Namjoon,” you huffed one afternoon, climbing onto him like a tree.

He blinked, startled, as you hoisted herself onto his back. “Uh—what—?”

“The quad’s packed. Carry me.”

He hesitated. “You have legs?”

“And you have muscles,” you shot back, wrapping her arms around his broad-ass shoulders. “I don’t see the problem.”

Namjoon sighed but adjusted his grip and carried you anyway.

Your classmates barely reacted. At this point, this was normal.

The first time you saw him shirtless, it was completely by accident.

You’d been raiding his fridge, sitting on his counter, happily munching away on his leftover dumplings when he walked in—

Fresh out of the shower.

Shirtless.

With his glasses still on.

Water dripped from his messy curls, his golden skin still damp from the steam. And, most importantly—

His chest.

His pecs.

You froze mid-bite.

Namjoon stopped in his tracks.

Silence.

Then—

“Oh,” you said casually, chewing. “Need help holding those up?”

Namjoon choked.

His entire face turned red. “W-What?!”

You grinned. “Y’know.” you gestured lazily. “Those badonks or if you want the more sophisticated name boobies.”

Namjoon spluttered, immediately grabbing the nearest hoodie and shoving it over his head. “I—THAT’S NOT—”

Too late.

You had already decided.

He was your new favorite toy.

You also had a bad habit of picking arguments you couldn’t win. It was in your nature as a ferret hybrid—small, scrappy, and absolutely lacking in self-preservation.

Namjoon, unfortunately, had a bad habit of ending those arguments in the most unfair way possible.

Lifting you.

It didn’t matter if you were mid-rant, arms flailing dramatically—he’d simply sigh, scoop you up with one arm, and hold you at arm’s length like a misbehaving kitten.

“PUT ME DOWN, YOU TREE!”

“Not until you calm down,” he’d say, voice as gentle as ever.

“I’LL BITE YOU.”

“You always say that, but you never do.”

You bared your teeth. “This time I mean it.”

He just sighed and adjusted his grip, holding you higher like you were some kind of unruly toddler.

It didn’t help that you also had a habit of climbing him in crowded spaces.

“Personal space,” Namjoon warned as you latched onto him like a koala in the cafeteria.

“No.”

“People are staring.”

“Let them. I’m comfy.”

“You’re on my back.”

“Again, comfy.” you huff.

He eventually just gave up and started carrying you without complaint.

Winter was the worst. You hated the cold.

Namjoon, however, was a walking furnace.

You quickly realized that hugging him was like curling up next to a heated blanket, and you took full advantage.

It started subtly—leaning against him during study sessions, pressing up to his side when you were sitting together. Then it escalated to full-on bear hugs at every opportunity.

At first, Namjoon tried to act like he wasn’t affected.

But then came the day you simply plopped onto his lap in the library.

He tensed, ears turning red. “What are you doing?”

“Getting warm,” you said, making yourself comfortable.

“I—you—you can’t just—”

“You’re literally a bear. This is your purpose.”

He spluttered but ultimately let you be. And from that day on, your lap privileges were unofficially granted.

You were a menace. He had accepted that. Truly. But there were moments that made him re-think everything.

Namjoon is trying to have a serious conversation with a professor.

You're behind the professor, making the most outrageous hand gestures.

At first, it’s subtle. A suggestive eyebrow wiggle. A tiny lip bite.

Namjoon notices. Regrets noticing immediately.

Then you gets bolder. You start doing obscene gestures.

Namjoon chokes mid-sentence.

Professor, slightly confused "Are you... alright, Namjoon?"

Namjoon, stiff as a board "Yes. Absolutely. Fine."

He tries to ignore you , but you keep going.

Pretending to sensually lick your fingers. Mimicking very inappropriate things.

Namjoon, mentally thought "Kill me. Just kill me now."

He knows if he calls you out, he will be the one looking guilty.

The second the professor leaves, he just picks you up and carries you away.

Namjoon, exasperated: "What is WRONG with you??"

You on the other hand? wheezing from laughter

"You should’ve seen your face—"

Namjoon, mutters under his breath "I swear I’m gonna kiss you just to shut you up."

And that makes you go quiet. (For once.)

At first, you didn’t notice anything was off.

Study sessions at Namjoon’s place had always been your favorite—his apartment was warm, cozy, and filled with books. He made the best tea, had the fluffiest blankets, and, most importantly, he didn’t mind when you sprawled out on his couch like you owned the place.

But then something changed.

Namjoon got sleepy. Not just normal sleepy—bear hybrid in hibernation mode sleepy.

At first, it was small things. He’d yawn more, stretch like a cat mid-sentence, blink at you drowsily while you ranted about your latest shenanigans. Then it escalated—he’d start dozing off while sitting up, nodding off mid-study session, even mumbling nonsense in his sleep.

And it was driving you insane.

“Namjoon,” you poked his cheek. “Focus.”

He blinked at you slowly. “I am.”

“You’re literally drooling on your book.”

He made a vague grumbling noise and turned his head, pressing his face into the couch cushion.

“Hey!” You shook him. “No sleeping, bear boy.”

“M’not sleeping,” he slurred. “M’listening.”

“You’re hibernating. You cannot just hibernate in the middle of exam season.”

He groaned, dragging a blanket over his head. “Just a little nap.”

You huffed. This wasn’t fair. You were used to a grumpy, flustered Namjoon, a Namjoon who sighed heavily whenever you did something unhinged. But now? Now he was too sleepy to react to your nonsense.

Boring.

So, naturally, you decided to fix it.

You waited until one particularly bad day when Namjoon was practically melting into his couch, wrapped in a cocoon of blankets. His glasses were slipping down his nose, his book long forgotten as he blinked sleepily at the wall.

That’s when you struck.

You climbed onto the couch, grabbed his shoulders, and shook him.

“Wake up, you oversized teddy bear!”

Big mistake.

Before you could react, Namjoon made a low, grumbly noise and grabbed you.

“What the—”

You barely had time to squeak before you were yanked into his arms and smushed against his chest.

Panic set in.

“Namjoon.” You wiggled. His grip tightened.

Oh. Oh no.

You were trapped.

The weight of a freaking bear hybrid pressed down on you, limbs wrapped securely around your body. You struggled, but it was like being stuck under a weighted blanket from hell. Warm, cozy, and completely inescapable.

You tried logic. “Namjoon, you can’t just—”

A deep rumble cut you off. Not quite a growl. More like… a purr.

A sleepy, contented bear purr.

Your brain short-circuited. “Did you just purr at me?”

No response. Just another deep, satisfied hum as he nuzzled into your hair.

Oh. You were doomed.

For hours, you were trapped, helpless as Namjoon slept soundly, using you as his personal body pillow. Every attempt to escape was met with an unconscious squeeze, like a giant, affectionate bear reminding you no, you stay here now.

By the time he finally woke up, stretching with a yawn and blinking at you like he was surprised to find you in his arms, you were fuming.

“You absolute menace,” you growled. “I’ve been stuck here for hours.”

Namjoon tilted his head, still half-asleep. Then, with the softest, sleepiest smile, showing off his stupid dimples, he mumbled, “You’re warm.”

Your brain broke.

You didn’t know whether to slap him or melt into a puddle.

So, naturally, you did the only thing that made sense.

You bit him.

He didn’t even react. Too sleepy.

It was official. Namjoon’s hibernation phase was ruining your life.

He had gotten even lazier—falling asleep at random, mumbling nonsense, refusing to wake up no matter how much you poked, prodded, or even bit him. At this point, you were desperate.

So, one fateful morning, you took drastic measures.

You climbed onto his bed, glaring down at the oversized bear hybrid sprawled out like a crime scene. He was dead asleep, mouth slightly open, breathing slow and deep. You poked his cheek. No response.

Fine.

You swung one leg over him and straddled his waist, hands bracing against his broad chest. Then, with all your ferret hybrid determination, you bounced.

“WAKE UP, YOU LAZY—”

You didn’t get to finish.

Because in his drowsy, half-asleep state, Namjoon groaned—deep, low, and utterly sinful.

Then—his hands grabbed your hips.

You froze.

Before you could process it, his fingers tightened, large and warm as he guided you down against him.

Your breath hitched.

Something… hard pressed up between your legs. Not fully hard, but enough.

Then Namjoon—still completely asleep—let out a soft, breathy moan and rolled his hips up into yours.

Your soul left your body.

For a solid three seconds, you sat there, straddling a very large, very strong, very hard bear hybrid who was grinding against you in his sleep.

Then you did the only thing that made sense.

You screamed.

“YOU PERVERTED BEAR!”

With a panicked shriek, you slapped his chest so hard his pec jiggled.

Namjoon’s eyes snapped open.

He blinked at you, still groggy. Then he frowned.

Then he looked down.

The moment realization hit, his entire face exploded into red.

And then—he scrambled.

With an alarmed gasp, Namjoon flung himself back so violently that he nearly fell off the bed. He yanked the blanket up to his chest like a scandalized Victorian lady, clutching it as if it could protect his virtue.

“I—YOU—THIS—” He was stammering, eyes wide, scandalized beyond belief.

You, still red as hell, pointed a shaking finger at him. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!”

“I DON’T KNOW!” He practically wailed.

“You grabbed me!”

“I WAS ASLEEP!”

“You moaned!”

Namjoon made a horrified noise and buried his face in his hands.

“I’M GOING TO PASS AWAY,” he mumbled, voice muffled with shame. “RIGHT HERE. RIGHT NOW.”

You were still flustered as hell, but seeing this six-foot-plus grizzly bear hybrid cowering behind a blanket like you had violated his innocence was too much.

Slowly, a grin curled onto your lips.

“Ohhh,” you drawled. “I see how it is.”

Namjoon peeked up at you, suspicious. “Don’t.”

“You were enjoying it, huh?”

His ears turned red. “STOP.”

“Does sleepy Namjoon have naughty dreams?”

“PLEASE.”

You smirked, leaning in. “Wanna finish what you started, perverted bear?”

Namjoon squeaked.

A full-grown grizzly bear hybrid. A literal terrifying predator.

And you made him squeak.

You were never letting him live this down.

Namjoon knew he was in for a bad day the moment you sat down across from him at lunch.

You were grinning.

Not just any grin—your shit-eating, up-to-no-good, gremlin grin.

Immediately, he sighed. “No.”

You blinked innocently. “I haven’t said anything yet.”

“I can feel the trouble radiating off of you.”

You wiggled your eyebrows. “So, speaking of yesterday—”

Namjoon groaned. “No.”

“But I was just curious—”

“No.”

You leaned in, propping your chin on your hands. “Okay, but seriously. How big is your dick?”

Namjoon choked on his food.

“What the fuck?!” he coughed.

“Pure curiosity.” You smiled sweetly. “Scientific curiosity, if you will.”

He glared at you, ears burning. “I will snap you in half, you lanky menace.”

“Oh?” You cocked your head. “Because from what I felt yesterday—”

Namjoon dropped his head onto the table with a thud.

“I hate you,” he muttered into his arms.

You giggled, delighted, poking his bicep. “C’mon, you must have a guess. Seven? Eight? Should I be worried for my pelvic bone?”

He let out the most miserable sigh, running a hand down his face. “You do realize I’m a bear hybrid, right?���

“Exactly why I’m asking.” You smirked. “I am a scholar, you know.”

Namjoon groaned again, exhausted, leaning back in his chair. “If you mention my dick one more time—”

You blinked expectantly.

He stared at you, looking so done.

Then, in a moment of pure exasperation, he sighed and muttered, “I’ll bend you over and show you exactly how big it is.”

Silence.

Namjoon froze.

You froze.

He blinked. Then groaned. Loudly.

“I cannot believe I just said that,” he muttered, rubbing his temples.

You were still in shock. Then, slowly, the widest, most devious grin spread across your face.

“Oh?”

“Don’t.”

“Ohhhh?”

Namjoon buried his face in his hands. “I need to leave. I need to walk into the ocean.”

You giggled, absolutely delighted, patting his arm. “Don’t worry, Joon. I promise I won’t tease you anymore.”

Namjoon peeked at you warily. “Do you actually promise?”

You smiled sweetly. “Absolutely not.”

He groaned, glaring at his food like it had personally betrayed him.

You had never had this much fun in your life.

Namjoon had accepted his fate.

You were tiny. You were chaotic. You were a menace to society.

And, apparently, you were also his personal weighted blanket.

Because somewhere along the way, you had decided his lap was your permanent seat.

It wasn’t even something you seemed to think about anymore—you’d just waltz over, plop down onto his thighs, and continue on with your life as if you weren’t making his brain short-circuit every damn time.

And the worst part? Namjoon let you.

Like an idiot.

Right now, you were curled up against him, legs folded, tablet in hand as you scribbled notes. Namjoon was trying to focus on his computer, but it was hard when you kept fidgeting—shifting, adjusting, wiggling against him like you were trying to test the limits of his self-control.

You had no idea what you were doing to him.

Absolutely none.

It didn’t help that you looked unfairly adorable—pouting slightly as you concentrated, lips pursed, occasionally kicking your feet.

Fuck.

His bear instincts were so confused. Because on one hand, he knew you were just being your usual ferret-self, but on the other, something in him kept whispering, Mate?

It didn’t help that sometimes—like right now—you’d look up at him suddenly, big eyes blinking, only to reach up and poke his cheek.

“Joonbug.”

Namjoon swallowed thickly. “Yeah?”

You grinned, leaning in slightly. “Your face is funny when you concentrate.”

He rolled his eyes, forcing himself to focus on his screen. “Thanks, I guess.”

But when he turned back, he realized—your face was so close. If he just—if he leaned in—

Namjoon immediately tensed and looked away.

Nope.

Absolutely not.

And the worst part?

You fell asleep there.

Like a goddamn purring cat.

One second you were awake, the next you were snuggled into his chest, soft little breaths tickling his pecs. Namjoon froze, entire body stiff.

He could feel your warmth.

The soft rise and fall of your chest.

The way your body just—just fit against his.

And then—the final straw.

You shifted slightly, and his gaze accidentally dropped to your shirt.

Or, more specifically, down your ridiculous little Henley.

Namjoon stared.

Not on purpose. Not really. It was just—he was a man. A man with eyes. And you were—

Oh.

He hadn’t really… evaluated before.

Nice.

Good shape.

One slightly bigger. Completely normal

And… a bit bigger than he anticipated.

Hm.

Namjoon blinked, mind blank for a moment. Then—

Wait.

WAIT.

His face exploded into red, eyes snapping forward like he had just witnessed a war crime.

What the fuck was wrong with him?!

He threw himself back into his work, typing aggressively, but it was too late.

Because now, against his will, his brain had a new intrusive thought:

I wonder how they’d feel in my hands?

Namjoon malfunctioned.

He needed to leave. He needed to die.

But mostly?

He needed to get you off his lap.

Before he lost his goddamn mind.

Namjoon refused to acknowledge what had just happened.

Refused.

You were asleep on his lap, blissfully unaware of his horrible, terrible, no-good intrusive thoughts. And yet, despite his best efforts to suppress the chaos in his brain, his traitorous bear instincts decided to betray him.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

His tail, the absolute bastard, started tapping against the floor.

It wasn’t his fault! His tail did that when he was content, or comfortable, or—fuck—when he was embarrassed.

Which meant that right now?

It was practically broadcasting to the entire world that Namjoon was a mess.

And, of course, because the universe hated him, you began to stir.

He immediately froze.

No.

No, no, no—

You let out a sleepy little hum, eyes barely cracking open as you blinked up at him, dazed and soft.

Then, in a tiny, adorable voice—

“You good, Joonie?”

Namjoon short-circuited.

Every cell in his body screamed NO, I AM NOT GOOD, I AM HAVING A CRISIS OVER YOUR TITS.

But externally?

He just choked out, “Yeah.”

You blinked again, staring at him for a moment. Then, much to his horror, your gaze drifted past his shoulder

To his still-thumping tail.

A slow, knowing smirk spread across your face.

“Oh?”

Namjoon’s soul left his body.

“N-no,” he stammered, ears burning.

But you—being the absolute menace that you were—tilted your head.

“Ohhh?”

He panicked. “I—shut up.”

You giggled, snuggling back into his chest. “Your tail’s cute, y’know.”

Namjoon let out the longest sigh of his life.

This was actual suffering.

And you?

You were enjoying every second of it.

And Namjoon?

Namjoon was suffering.

He was suffering, and it was your fault.

Ever since the tail betrayal, he had been on edge, constantly catching himself thinking things he absolutely should not be thinking.

And it only got worse.

Because you kept sitting on his lap.

You kept looking up at him with those wide eyes.

You kept giggling, doing your little gremlin antics, completely oblivious to the war inside his head.

And the worst part?

He liked it.

Namjoon liked having you on his lap.

He liked the way you poked his cheek, teasing him.

He liked when you fidgeted, shifting against his thighs, completely unaware of how much damage you were doing.

So, tonight?

Tonight, as he flopped onto his bed, exhausted, his brain finally snapped.

“Dammit. Fuck.”

But then—

Fuck her.

Fuck… her.

Oh.

Oh.

Fuck… how would it feel to fuck… her?

Namjoon froze.

His entire body locked up as his brain betrayed him, conjuring up images—images of you under him, gasping, giggling, teasing him even as he—

NOPE. NOPE NOPE NOPE.

He let out a strangled groan, flinging an arm over his face in denial.

Then, hesitantly—dread pooling in his stomach—he glanced down.

…Yep.

He was hard.

Namjoon let out the longest, most miserable sigh of his life.

This was actual hell.

And you?

You had no idea.

Namjoon lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling like it personally wronged him.

This was your fault.

Absolutely, entirely your fault.

Because if you weren’t such a tiny, chaotic, adorable menace, then maybe—maybe—he wouldn’t be in this situation.

But, no.

No, you had to go and sit in his lap all the time.

You had to poke his cheeks, tease him, giggle like a damn gremlin.

You had to look at him with those big, innocent eyes, completely unaware of the monster you were creating.

And now?

Now, here he was—rock hard, frustrated, and miserable.

Namjoon sighed deeply.

Then, resigned, he reached for the tissues and lotion.

It wasn’t like this was new.

He was a man. He had needs. And if he was going to be suffering anyway, he might as well… deal with it.

So, with a groan, he stripped, settled in, and started his very familiar routine.

…He was not thinking about you.

Nope.

Absolutely not.

But when his eyes fluttered shut, when his hand started moving—

A vision of you flashed through his mind.

Your lips, parted slightly.

Your thighs, spread beneath him.

Your voice, giggling—What’s wrong, Joonie? Cat got your tongue?

Namjoon whined.

This was a problem.

A very big problem.

This was supposed to be quick.

A means to an end.

Just get it over with, clear his head, move on.

But the second his hand wrapped around his cock—his traitorous brain ran wild.

At first, it was just flashes.

Your tits.

Your ass.

The memory of you sitting in his lap, shifting just right–

But then, his mind dove deeper.

The "perverted bear" incident surfaced.

The weight of your body bouncing on top of him, your tiny hands pressing against his chest, your soft little gasp when you felt him—

Namjoon bit his lip, groaning softly.

He should stop.

He should not be thinking about this.

But he didn’t stop.

He couldn’t.

Because then he imagined more.

You, beneath him.

Your legs spread wide.

Your body so tiny compared to his—so soft, so helpless against his weight.

Namjoon’s breath hitched.

Fuck.

Fuck.

A mating press.

The size difference.

The way you’d squirm, overwhelmed, panting, looking up at him with those big, adorable eyes—

"Fuck," he gasped, hips jerking into his hand.

This was so bad.

So, so bad.

But it felt so fucking good.

And the worst part?

He didn’t want to stop.

Not when his mind was already drowning in the thought of you, spread out, filled to the brim—

His.

Completely his.

CONTINUATION OF CHAPTER

[genericpuff]

So there's this account I follow on Tiktok that critiques some webtoons and LO was one of them. They're discussing the finale and my god the comments are glorious. Lots of the people commenting either fell off the comic or were once die hard fans who hated what happened. Some of them even were fans of the series who recently started hating it after the hiatus. From what I saw this was what their concerns were.

Apollo not being punished harshly enough

Last minute queer rep with Hera

Certain plots being thrown in and old ones being tossed out

The ending feeling rushed.

Some of them are blaming Webtoons for 'axing the series' so Rachel had no choice but to rush it. Others are questioning why was there a hiatus at all if this was the pay off?

So now even some of the fans are starting to feel like we former fans do.

Yeeah you know it's not good when even the fans were left going "... huh?" And frankly I do feel bad, as much as I've talked shit about the stans in the past, so many of them hung on with the genuine good faith that it was all "building up to something". There are also people who are still praising it as the best thing ever which, okay, that's them, and people who didn't love the finale but are leaving it be like reasonable non-obsessed people.

I'm not entirely convinced that Rachel ended it willingly, I've seen Webtoons cut series short during their midseason hiatuses by telling the creators "okay once you come back you have this many episodes to wrap it up", so while it is shocking to see it happen with WT's golden goose, maybe they saw the decline over the past several months and realized it was time to cut it loose. But ultimately I can't ever know if it was Rachel calling it quits or Webtoons, not unless one (or both) of them come forward and say anything regarding that. I can only wonder, and in reality, none of what I wonder really matters because it's over.

Again, I do feel bad. I remember when the trial arc was going on and the whole Eris reveal happened and I had that sinking feeling in my stomach that maybe the comic wasn't all it was cracked up to be, that maybe it wasn't going where I had been hoping and assuming it would go. I imagine there are a lot of people feeling that exact same thing right now. I do hope, at the very least, they find their closure through whatever future projects Rachel does or through other comics that fill the void left by LO. I'm definitely hoping the same for myself, tbh, now that the comic is actually over for good I feel like I can finally put my obsession with it to rest, even just a little. Although tbf I'm really just refocusing that obsession onto Rekindled, which I have a much more positive relationship with LMAO but I'm very thankful to have it and I owe that to LO, in all its perks and quirks and flaws.

[wings-of-fire-confessions]

people will hate me for this but i think the wof fandom has a thing of using the same map (multi animator project) ideas (or at least very similar... wether that be same song with weirdly similar themes [for example zombie au] or different song but basically the same exact plot but wof) as the warrior cats fandom, as someone who has been in both map spheres since about mid 2021. i don't participate in many maps (i don't have the motivation) but i do spectate a lot and i feel like this is just something i've noticed.

wether or not it's a problem that needs to be talked about more is up to the map community of both fandoms but i see this happen like a few times a year and it should at LEAST be mentioned. tbf i havent been active in map communities for a few months atp so it couldve calmed down but i still feel the need to bring it up anyways

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[natequarter]

tbf i'm fairly lax with gallifreyan worldbuilding because it can hardly be called a serious and committed project and also it is the exact opposite of what doctor who is about but the vnas and the book of the war are probably the biggest influences on how i think of gallifrey, closely followed by ignoring basically everything else except for the occasional offhand detail which i like

[zot3-flopped]

Jamie complains about people thinking she's projecting onto Taylor (tbf Jamie complains about everything, she talks about how she has this big following and then she talks about how people don't like her talking shallowly about Travis but then other people don't like her talking about Taylor's psyche, it's like yeah no shit you have a lot of followers of course different people are going to dislike different things), but anyways she complains about people thinking she's projecting and then literally 6 posts later she says "I have felt the exact feeling I suspect she has right now". Like girl. That's called projecting.

Definitely. I can't understand why she's spent all year gossiping with her anons instead of looking for employment or even doing voluntary work. She now has a 12 month gap in her CV and nothing to show for it.

[starryjkoo]

PJMs disrespecting Jimin and his choices by wishing that he had enlisted with Namjoon instead of Jungkook, so that they (PJMs) could get more photos and have less drama/hate to deal with.

I don't know if it's the TKKers, the other members' solos, their own insecurities, their need to constantly "mother" Jimin, or just their blatant hatred for Jungkook, but they've fully become the people they were fighting against/trying to be better than (JJKs, TKKers).

I think they were just trying to take a random dig at JK/Jikook even though it made no sense. What does JK have to do with Jimin’s decision to enlist quietly? 😭 Trying to spin that as the fault of Jungkook was so odd. They were literally just complaining about Jimin’s own choices?

You know what made me laugh though? Has anyone else noticed how some PJMs have started token stanning Namjoon and minimoni after dropping JH? This was literally the exact same thing they were doing the first half of CH2, weaponizing jihope’s bond to diminish Jimin’s other relationships in the group (particularly Jikook). Now they’ve started doing it with minimoni after dragging ‘I wrote some lyrics’ for over a year 😭 It goes to show you how serious anyone should be taking their opinions on Jimin’s relationships. It’s clearly just projection (which tbf is what all solos & a good chunk of the fandom does). They can like whoever they want and prefer whatever duo they want, the issue is projecting that on the person they stan.

Anyways there was a really good post around here somewhere in response to someone not wanting Jikook to work together/interact bc of the hate. I can understand that emotional response, but it wouldn’t stop the harassment or solve anything. It would also be massively unfair to Jimin to want him to bend to the will of antis and allow them to have that kind of influence on his life. Again, ofc people can just have personal preferences for content they want to see, but I think anyone who loves Jimin would also want him to feel free to work or spend time with whoever he wants. I definitely don’t think we should be giving antis the power to feel like if they harass JM enough they can make him to bend to their will & that they can even influence his fans to go along with them. Crazy.

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

ep 11 rewatch stray thoughts cause im not immune to this show

im losing it at soong losing his mind trying to make sure that jump gets out now and jump being like 'damn i am hurrying... in my own way' its soooo the version of them that we talk about @jeffsatyr

aob appearing out of nowhere and first trying to throw hands like you are nottt winning that fight first damn

zouey being the one positioned closest to jason and being the only one jason will address out of the baddies.... also teena petting zouey the whole time...

i feel incredulby normal about oats hands.....

the way playboyy sneaks in the 'what is truth in the digital age' convo... but also why was jason addressing the pedophile allegations on facebook live... (tbf its giving rfk jr)

jump following porsche out of the cafe after watching him and tutor do whatever they just did

captain once again learning his actions have consequences...

hold on are captain tears running down keens face?!?!?! huuuuge if true

i love firstsoong. soong asking first not to try to get aob fired and first is like "but he beat me 🥺" and soong is like "and? you deserved it" cryinnnnn omg

who was driving the van nont and prom are in... cause they just overheard that jason and prom call

prom says hell check jasons private room at playboyy, but didnt he already take nont in there during the babushka breakdown??

the camera shifting to zouey when the other baddies say jason took nant cause nant was blackmailing aurkay i see you

jump and porsche 🥺 jumps 'we've known eachother for so long. but it feels like we dont know eachother at all' IM SCREAMIGNG

lady and the tramp-ing the noodles HOW DID I FORGET THIS

something about jump being his usual sincere self and it actaully being returned....im unwell

prom being a romcom nerd is everything btw

kissies

the song that plays during th captainkeen scene is toooo good like its such a good choice. also this is lowkey my fav scene of theirs besides the ones with projections (the chess and the tigers)

playboyy employee running for his life to warn everyone the baddies are coming and they walk in like the towns most annoying group of college kids jsdalkfdjakfjalkfsjf

nont calling the baddies out, and first who for once is focused on the investigation is out in a second, zouey is busy with portraiture and captain is doing the exact thing they should have expected him to do in this situation

aobpuen: squaring tf up the baddies: 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️

nont trying find his brother, prom and soong trying to have a normal day at work, aobpuen unemployed, but now is the perfect time to try to teach captain that actions have consequences again like sjkfjsdf

ZOUEY SAYS "YOU KNEW WHAT PORSCHE WENT THROUGH. YOU KNEW WHAT I WENT THROUGH" TO FIRST SO FIRST KNOWS!!! when did he tell first

the way they mightve found some real fucking clues if the baddies didnt start airing everything out at the worst moment...

NOT THE PREVIEW ENDING WITH AOB FIRING THE GUN AT SOMEONE AFTER EVERYONE GOES MISSING ONLY FOR THE ENDING THEME TO PLAY ASJFASKFJSALKJFDKS

i forgot how much i love this show omgggg

[arsenalgbt]

i’m not sure how you feel about toxic arteta hcs or whatever but…

you know how arteta is doing his little rescue thing with players? taking almost-failed worship kid martin and making him captain? bring in chelsea-rejects jorgi and kai and turning them into integral midfield players? that’s all well and good on the pitch, but off the pitch? what if he revels in the knowledge that he’s taken these players and “resurrected” them? what if he gets off on the fact that he’s taken their tattered careers in his hands and seen them back to near perfection. what if they worship him and devote themselves to him because of that?

and what happens when one of those rescue players (ramsdale) finds themselves being rejected by the one who saved them and try to do anything and give themselves entirely to gain mikel’s favour again?

maybe bot 100% dark arteta but most certainly grey in the power he wields over the players he’s “rescued” because he’s established himself as some powerful and kind figure to them that they should be grateful to. because not everybody would look at them in their lowest moments and try to uplift them, but arteta did so they should thank him for that, right?

anyways that’s enough, no point cluttering your inbox <33

oh I am SOOOOOOOOOOO unqualified for this kinda arteta discourse ngl! nudging @purefractals and @longeyelashedtragedy cuz they deffo will find your toxic!arteta HCs interesting.

I also find this interesting, so allow me to add my minuscule take about his blatant favouritism LMAO. granit is the prime example, but that one is deffo "pure"; his first project. he succeeded. no hate on Eddie but when he kept being a starter without cooking anything???? naur.

the one with Aaron tho fucking chefs kiss anon. I will never forget his motherfucking "perhaps we (Arsenal football club) can be the kinda club that sub gk during a match" bs (not the exact sentence he spouted, but close I think lol). cuz wtf was that bruv. have you done what you cheekily said to the media???????? the answer is no.

listen I might be confusing HCs as in like fics-wise or HCs as in serious real life take lol............................... I have answered another anon before that eventho I ship xhakarteta, I really don't have the drive in me to write more about them. in my writing/shipping brain, they are perfect - I don't want my writing/my take tainting what I think of them ya feel me!

the Aaron situation. im still in denial ngl, but I do see the difference Raya does to the team's performance. kudos to him for staying chill af irl tbf.

sorry to disappoint but plsss both my Tumblr inbox and ao3 inbox are currently depressing right now so send me nude---I mean send me anything!

[recreationaldivorce]

i feel like when i first started writing fiction as a kid i had the exact opposite issue of the prev rb (not direct prev the one before that) where my prose was nearly entirely introspection on the part of the pov character cause i didn't know how to describe anything in the physical realm lol. and also i was giga autistic and didn't know how to do anything but Think so i guess my characters just had the same experience. but then i overcorrected and forced in descriptions of Everything to my writing. think ive got a good balance now though tbf i write fiction very spottily these days and i don't think ive actually written fiction for multiple years now... i did try to work on an idea ive had for years while in prison earlier this year but it's hard to do that when you dont have your notes or any means to effectively research things for your project and outside of prison i think i shrimply dont have the time to write fiction among everything else I am working on. oh well

[p-receh]

Your thoughts were fascinating and i loved reading it!

Sorry i mistaken concept art for teaser (tbh i don't even know what the difference are)

I will say my personal headcanon for why Sopan was so sopan is because oboi was just tired of fighting and wanted a peaceful way instead

I fully agree with you for Monsta to raise up the age rating especially if they're gonna make that Boboiboy x Mechamato movie

I know the movies don't really have a rating but if Monsta gonna make BxM movie kid friendly by making oboi forgive his dad for NEGLECTING him for YEARS (5 years to be exact)

I know in Islam we're supposed to respect our parents and Oboi can still love and care about his dad WITHOUT forgiving or forgetting what he did to him. Give me a movie where Amato is apologizing and is constantly trying to make it up to Boi

Please Monsta PLEASE

First of all—

Anoooooooooooooon. I'm truly sorry for late response. If you still have criticism, please ask. I am truly don't mind your long questions😭😭

To put it simply. Teaser is a glimpse with bunch of short clips an upcoming project. Usually still under "untitled" project.

Whereas the concept art is a like a beta project which not yet been finalized or get "green light" from the higher ups. Usually the art divisions compile this into an art book.

Hope that helps. 😅

I truly agree about your headcanon. That's also why he uncharacteristically talk too formal. Hence the name. 😅

Props to whoever design that fusion. I'm very amazed. All aspects are truly in synch. :0

I fully agree with you for Monsta to raise up the age rating especially if they're gonna make that Boboiboy x Mechamato movie

I know the movies don't really have a rating but if Monsta gonna make BxM movie kid friendly by making oboi forgive his dad for NEGLECTING him for YEARS (5 years to be exact)I know in Islam we're supposed to respect our parents and Oboi can still love and care about his dad WITHOUT forgiving or forgetting what he did to him. Give me a movie where Amato is apologizing and is constantly trying to make it up to Boi

Please Monsta PLEASE

I see some people critize Oboi's look and attitude in Sori. Tbf, I'm with them also.

Yes, Monsta still can make Oboi's look so serious and cool. But people questioned them with the upcoming Windara animated ver if they still choose this style onwards.

Okay we established Sory to still have some childish friendly traits. But Windara to Gur'latan aren't. The stake that Oboi take are much higher. And BM3 is the turning point of him like the previous ones.

Monsta, you said before in your bts movie 2:

So it's not an excuse to not make a deep meaningful story that grown ups could learn to their kids! That's also includes the confession of sin of what Amato did to abandon Oboi.

No Monsta, I can guarantee it's not a taboo topic for children. They have rights to know that too! It's what you called forgiveness to each other right??

You make Oboi's forgive what Adudu had done to him for years in past, AS A CHILD. He couldn't depend with his grand dad all the time! He still need a loving parents!

HE STILL NEED THEIR PRESENCE FOR FUCK SAKE—

Okay I got carried away. Ehem.

True anon. If Amato didn't do that on either BM3 or BxM. I will riot, surely. >:T

[bisluthq]

Catching up and have thoughts lol

1. Joe could probably live comfortably off the royalties from his songwriting with Taylor. He probably owns a home and has an investment portfolio because he came from money and then Taylor’s family and associates are like “and here is how you make your money work for you” lol. He has no bills, he’s in profit always… he’s living the dream and doing the art he likes and only that. Other actors can’t afford it. If he wanted to be a household name, he might have embraced mr Swift, or done a white boy of the month project (tbf CWF was SUPPOSED to be this though after success of normal people). He’s not present enough in pop culture where him having a year or two with no releases would hurt his appeal either imo? Especially because he is usually a supporting role and one of the ~serious actors where he gets cast because of acting and not clout on social media (since that aspect actually hurts him lol). Idk I’d do the same. Fame sucks. Money is nice. Acting is fun. Why do uninteresting things?

2. Saorsie and Jack are that couple that seem like they’re in a permanent honeymoon phase but I’m trying to not put them on a pedestal lol. And the independence of a country (in the context of Scotland) is so easy to go from not having an opinion to caring. The English have historically been the worst and when you have grandparents who were being punished by law for speaking traditional languages and participating in their culture or religion (venturing outside of just Scotland now), ok sure, you won’t get punished for your culture NOW but it sort of feels like avenging your elders and hopefully restoring your almost dead culture because you don’t want it to be seen as runes for scholars to try and decode in 100 years when it easily could still be passed on?

3. I’m the youngest and my older siblings all looked so alike and a perfect blend of my parents as kids. Then I came along and looked EXACTLY like one of my grandparents and only shared hair colour with my siblings and we looked so different strangers at the shops asked if I was adopted or a half sibling 😭 it hurt so much when I was little! Now my oldest sister and I look a lot alike and the others are different lol. But genes are weird.

agree with all this all good thoughts and lol about ur genes. I don’t have any full siblings - only a fuckton of half-siblings - but I do see some resemblances between me and all of them? My youngest brother on my mum’s side is an exact copy of his dad so him probably least but even there like we have the same color hair (weird because my mom’s is a lot darker and mine is more like MY dad’s and my siblings on that side all have that color and that brother’s dad’s blond so idk how we wound up matching) and the same texture of hair (that’s my mom’s tbf my dad has very straight hair and so do his other kids and actually so does my other brother on my mom’s side). But like they’re resemblances, not like carbon copies? Even between my dad’s two other kids, who are both same mom, they don’t look like carbon copies of one another. That sister looks a shitton like our shared granny, and that brother looks mostly like my dad. I look a LOT like my dad but I also hear from people I look like my mom and I think that’s the wavy hair and our eyes. FG also once said we smile similarly but I’ve mostly heard that MORE about my dad and me and FG hasn’t met my dad so he has no reference point there. Genes are weird.

[thewingedwolf]

hi! i'm the anon from last week and i'm very, very much looking forward to hearing your thoughts on episode 7.12 of outlander — especially about the claire, jamie and ljg situation of course!!!

omg okay sorry i took so long on this, i get to anxious talking about outlander because i think i come across as very critical of it and i AM but that's because i think it has some really good ideas (not even just the rdm version of it, diana is a decent writer she's just like, terminally a White Hispanic Texan do u feel) that are kinda clunkily delivered and every day i daydream about a world where rdm was just allowed to go hog wild on this story instead of being beholden to a fanbase that is nauseatingly weird. also i'm in a weird mood rn (period) so i'm finally gonna dig in and finish the season alsdjkflks. real talk i'm actually really excited to watch the whole series all the way through, like as a Finished Product. also i can't believe that lady had like a decade head start and hasn't finished the series (yes i can, george also did that. lesson here is DO NOT greenlight an adaptation of your work if you have more than one book left in the series, you will NOT finish it on time and they will have to frankenstein their own ending from your notes). sorry for how long and unhinged this is, i am simply not normal about this series.

anyways i’m really excited idk how long u have been following me (assuming u do lol) but i have only read the first book and part of the third one. no disrespect to people who like these books (my mommy does she owns them all!) but diana gabaldon is too old school romance for me in a way that makes me want to fight her with my bare hands & i can one hundred percent admit this is light skin on light skin crime aksjdj there is a specific way some light skinned latinos (like me) and white latinos (like her) talk about and treat native americans that makes me want to commit a felony. tbf this is a very common american view, it’s the same delusion that like, gorsuch (the scotus judge, most famous example i could think of) is suffering from, it’s noble savage adjascent, if u ever read that short story by luis alberto urrea about the white guy who lives on a rez & married a native woman, that’s a good example of it as well, it’s like this condescending “havent they been through ENOUGH look at how pathetic they are” sort of vibe & the thing about white (/looking) latinos in the context of the usa is that they will make this claim to being People Of Color and take this pride in a culture that is based partially on native cultures and then get like super horny about telling stories about how pathetic & tragic natives are. not to be a dork about it but *santana lopez from glee voice* it makes my breasts ache with rage. this is a me thing. i just take it so personal. i can’t read this series. it’s not just that, like i said, it’s the old school romance style (of which this view of natives is very common) where these characters are constantly either experiencing rape or raping each other, and THEN on top of all that there’s this obnoxious undercurrent of “i’m telling a story about the complexities of sex and love and showing where it doesn’t or can’t exist with infertility” like i just. this lady has the exact same hang ups as my mom i can’t deal with her shit akskdj.

but RONALD D MOORE’S SHIT! that’s a whole other story!!! i think this man has a fascination with baby snatching native kids in a way that is so deeply weird (and you know what to be fair to both rdm and gabaldon, germans are like this too, it's not solely the purview of americans) but i feel like on the whole rdm’s style of writing - which involves a LOT of input from his writing team and the cast - allows for a much better project, where a lot of the more grating parts of the story are sanded out and you are left with this really amazing story about how sex is used as a tool in life, like in general, and how love can be leveraged in all sorts of ways to do great harm and to do great healing. maybe i am being dramatic but i think rdm has always really understood how to do character work that feels so authentic and so beautiful in how raw it is. i understand this is an outlet for whump, but it is an outlet in a way that pacific rim was an outlet for gdt to do a story about robots punching kaijus but ALSO a story about how the most important part of being a human being is our connections to each other and the fact that we are capable of love.

so anyways i have a general rough outline of the story from my mother, a few friends on here, and a deep dive into the wiki but there’s a level of nuance i am obviously missing here especially as the series goes on. example - i had NO IDEA that claire and john just genuinely have sex. i thought it was like jamie & claire’s wedding night wherein they HAD to fuck to make sure she didn’t get arrested. which, “fuck or die” is a tried and true romance trope that i love & i’ve been open about how i think it’s very funny that they’ve been clear that john, idk, almost DOES like having sex with women he just does not fall in love with them. like he’s sooo in brianna’s face about how he can fuck and she’ll KNOW IT like he’s so out of pocket with her and they had SUCH good chemistry and him and catriona are imo Thee most talented of the main cast (close third being lauren imo) so every scene they do is so great to me, and idk i get that book readers have their problems with this because john has a whole story in his spin offs, but i find it delightful that john is so fixated on this entire family, just so gay for jamie he accidentally becomes bisexual when dealing with brianna and claire, i think it’s a funny and interesting way of showing how difficult it is to be john and to be gay and to be this incredibly lonely and isolated from everyone, even his SON does not truly belong to him, he belongs to JAMIE. people shit on john for being so territorial and fixated on jamie but he cannot ESCAPE the man he can leave the CONTINENT and jamie will run into him at a random fucking party and here’s his homophobic bitchy wife and his insane sexy conveniently looks just like jamie daughter like give john a BREAK this family is out to GET HIS ASS.

so the fact that it WAS a marriage of “we have to marry to protect your life” which i expected, except john gives claire her space for several days (weeks? idk) and no one actually KNOWS that they aren’t fucking, just john’s presence is enough to protect her, and in fact he only comes upstairs bc they are both drunk & grieving & horny and they basically hate fuck over losing jamie?? first of all, jamie has a type and that type is INSANE PEOPLE WITH SEVERE SUBSTANCE ABUSE PROBLEMS second of all, no WONDER jamie punches john, i had heard about this whole thing from my mom & assumed that jamie is JUST mad about the marriage & consummation and i was like well that feels a lil hypocritical pal but NO john in fact just FUCKS HIS WIFE and the man hasn’t been dead a year, claire genuinely just FUCKS HIS BEST FRIEND, jamie i love u but i think u should admit that you invited these crazy people into your home u can’t be so pressed when they act insane!!!! that IS your circus those ARE your monkeys james fraser!!!!

[cericreatively]

Tfw your moirail/situationship/??? goes into a corruption arc and you end up being the main one trying to fight them (with the whole arc no doubt ending with the both of you finally coming to terms with your actual feelings for each other and accepting them).

ft. some self-indulgent screencap redraws under the cut:

yes fine I'll admit it this au idea was partially an excuse for me to redraw some Arcane Jayvik scenes as these two lads because I saw these moments and something clicked in my brain and I went "oh this is giving me oc blorbos from the Homestuck au vibes".

(and yes I did color sample the drawings of the lines/sketches in these screencap redraw doodles from the exact screencaps they were based on)

tbf I was already in a bit of the Homestuck fixation when I was rewatching Arcane last month, and the moment everything clicked for me apparently just intensified the hyperfixation along with the need to project ship dynamics onto the blorbos.

Idk man they made me feel very emotional about devotion and pining and connections across universes, and the emotions had to go somewhere (and well, I did say my love language for fandoms is either creating ocs for them or projecting my feelings onto said ocs)

^ me when the ship dynamic is mutual adoration but believed to be unrequited and yet they still remain devoted to and tender towards each other even when they get separated by a corruption arc and are willing to try to do anything to be together once more (even if it means trying to persuade the other to join their side or pleading for the other one to come back)

hoooo boy, that's a lot of rambling. I'll probably come back and drop one more Homestuck oc thing if y'all don't mind.

[null-doesnothing]

I hope you dont mind but since you've left spaces open for sulu, scotty, uhura, and chapel I figured I'd step in with my own like a nerd

Sulu: dont have any specific sexuality or gender headcanons for the guy but he's gotta be some flavor of queer I fear. used to love going to beaches as a kid and cant stand it anymore, listens to a weirdly varied amount of music genres (like you'd look in his playlist and find top 20 pop list type music and the most niche shit you have EVER heard of. also some shit Chekov snuck in there that he decided he didn't care enough abt to get rid of) also probably the type of guy to just have the One playlist and its just his liked songs and everyone who looks at it is like "dude wtf IS this". he has no explanation. Next to Spock, he's the most heat-resistant of the group, though unlike Spock he actually handles humidity fairly well (cant relate im from the desert I would drown) Oh also you cant tell him shit cuz he's a major gossip sorry

Scotty: probably unlabeled honestly if I had to guess, I don't think he would care too much abt it... or think too much abt it.... busy w/ da ship. honestly this is barely a headcanon but the mf just loves feeling impressive at any given moment. about anything. ever. Also has definitely fallen asleep while working on something and almost wrecked his whole face. oh also he probably had a cat at some point in time that would sit on him as he slept and one night he accidentally like. threw it off in his sleep. and he felt really bad about it. dont ask how I know it was written in the stars shsshhh

Uhura: either lesbian or bi, personally I lean towards lesbian for her. can draw!! really well actually!! does it in her free time and sort of keeps them to herself, I think if she met Data they'd bond over the little art adventures going on there. Also she can only hypothetically cook. like- she knows what needs to go into a dish, and how to make it taste good, and she could instruct someone on what to do? but as soon as she actually physically tries to make a dish just. 🔥 uhhh has a collection of ancient (lol) cassette tapes that she Can Not Play because she couldn't find a working cassette player. Scotty's ended up working on making one as a side project

Chapel: lesbian. that is a lesbian woman with comphet. absolutely. 100%. has some betazoid in her but not enough to show At All (though to be fair, not much to show up anyways. also this is my watsonian explanation for Lwaxana having her exact face, though tbf ig like it could be the other way around but SSSHHHH) and was also raised on Mars for some of her childhood. oh also has just the most insane Bullshit Detector ever, it's very very difficult to get a lie past her. as a child her hair was brunette and got more blonde over time, but her hair in tos is dyed to give it a different tone. also this one goes against canon but ACTUALLY WEARS GLOVES IN SICK BAY AND GETS ANNOYED WHEN BONES DOESNT

ahem- now, I'm going to be very self-indulgent for a moment and, instead of just leaving it there, I'm going to attack one more character with my headcanons because he's my FAVE and NOBODY EVER MAKES HEADCANONS FOR HIM so uhhh. that's my thing rn I'm hijacking your post a bit

Sarek (I love him sm I'm sorry): as a little boy he was probably one of the least well behaved, most rambunctious, and emotional children on the whole of Vulcan, and for the most part was just generally a pain in his parent's asses for a long long time. eventually he became the hyper-strict unemotional logical vulcan he is now, but he definitely wasn't always that way, had to be drilled into him. that's feeds into my headcanon for why he treats Spock the way he does, there's slight fear at him acting human but generally, his fear leans more towards Spock ending up like he was as a child. totally incorrect fear my guy but hey idk what do I know. oh also I think you can't ever show him star wars because he would see Anakin's storyline and have a heart attack spontaneously. OH OH ALSO- this one ISNT a headcanon but I-Chaya was HIS pet first! the headcanon here comes in that I firmly believe when he was like. 6. he picked up little tiny baby I-Chaya and was like "im keeping it. mine now." like a child adopting a stray cat off the street and their parents begrudgingly accepting it.

sorry that's way longer than the other guys' I think abt him a lot

favourite star trek headcanons?

Oh boy I have ALOT hehe (thank you so much for asking :3) (and these are just my silly headcanons and it's totally find if you disagree with them <3)

Id like to hear your favourite headcanons @etherealspacejelly :3

Kirk: Hes trans and pansexual (or bi I like both), that bitch loves to vouge its his favourite dance move hehe, kept the boob window shirt from amok time and wears it just to annoy Spock, is Jewish, (this one is more for AOS kirk but whatever) He LOVES 90s and early 2000s rap and hip hop such as the Beastie Boys.

Spock: Jewish on his mums side, is gay MLM or unlabelled (I like both hc), really likes ambient music and falls asleep to it and white noise.

Bones: Is bisexual (yeah no, no character in TOS is straight sorry) loveeees to sing country songs when no one is around or can hear him even while on duty (Kirk definitely caught him once singing and teased the living fuck out of him), he loves to wear low raise jeans (old man whore), he has anger problems, a chronic smoker (yes yes he's a doctor but come on...he needs to let off some steam man) loves old country music especially from 20th century Earth, a massive fan of Dolly Parton and sings her songs regularly (his singing voice isn't actually that bad either, quite soothing but slightly deep)

Chekov: bi-curious (NO SLAVIC PERSON IS TRULY STRAIGHT...coming from a slav hehe) weed smoker so he probably smells like kush 50% of the time, is eastern orthodox (religion wise) he absolutely adores late 20th century (80s-90s) Russian Post-Punk such as Кино and Nautilus Pompillus, he also listens to Bladee and the drain gang in general (idk man he just seems like the average drainer/Bladee fan) also uses She/Him pronouns...(or that's just me projecting myself onto him)

...yeah you can CLEARLY see which characters are my favorites hehe (also I didn't put on hc for sulu scotty uhura or chapel since I barely have any)