#this would probably be a platonic thing cuz i mean the only way for a relationship to actually happen in muslim culture

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

okay but like. what if the dca looked up henna patterns and designs so they could do some for you on eid. what then

[devildom-moss]

Can we get some headcaons for the dateables with a MC who was really aggressive during their highschool years but has completely mellowed out and the only way that they find out is when a family member or friend of MC just brings up as random moment where they just broke someone’s leg cuz they were bullying someone, or something along the lines of that? ^O^

Thanks for the request and about 3 months later, I hope you'll like it, anon. Also I read it as MC breaking someone's leg because that someone was the one bullying (so a kind of righteous violence), so I added that in there. I went ahead and added Luke since this can be a pretty platonic ask.

Finding out chill MC used to be aggressive headcanons (the dateables + Luke)

(a little suggestive for Diavolo, Barbatos, and Solomon)

Word Count: +1,200

Diavolo

Laughs because he can’t imagine you doing that now, but also because you’re full of surprises. That’s new information, and he’s delighted by it. “You’ve changed so much since then, haven’t you? Haha. How amusing. Tell me more.”

He’ll try to get every little detail he can squeeze out, chatting with your friend or family member for hours if you allow him to. He just wants to learn more about your past.

He might not be as entertained if you hurt someone much weaker than you, though. Part of the appeal of the act is your ability to dominate and overcome. Still, he’s not preoccupied by the morality of you hurting another person – especially if you felt justified doing it.

He finds it so endearing, thinking about younger you picking fights. Even if you broke someone’s bones, which he wouldn’t normally condone, he finds it oddly adorable. A feisty human willing to fight for something, what’s not to love?

This man crushes on Lucifer – and that includes his angel era. I think it’s safe to say he has a thing for an aggressive streak.

Again, let’s be real. The thought of your aggression is a bit of a turn on, and he wouldn’t mind experiencing that side of you. When he gets you alone, he might try to tease and provoke you. “Should I be grateful you don’t ever try to punish me?” / “Would you mind showing me a bit more of that defiance? That is, maybe you could rough me up a bit. I know you’ve changed, but come on, indulge me. I’m the prince of the Devildom, I’ll be fine. Please?”

Barbatos

His face will change for a brief second – so brief that you might miss it if you aren’t watching him. A polite smile will return to his lips, and he’ll ask you calmly for confirmation. “Oh? Is that true?”

Honestly, he’s more surprised – well, actually, impressed – that it never popped up on your records than he is about discovering that information. Suddenly, you appear all the more interesting.

Barbatos would pet your head gently, as if he’s trying to praise you for learning to mellow out. He’ll tease, “Should I be keeping a closer eye on you?”

I wouldn’t put it past him to bring it up every once in a while, when you inevitably get a bit angry – just because he finds it amusing. “Feeling fiery today?” / “Hmm? So, you do have a bit of aggression left in you.” / “Shall I help calm that temper of yours?” He’ll probably run his fingertips along your face and neck with a soft, expecting smile.

He’s definitely trying to get you riled up so that you might take any suppressed hostility out on him. He’ll be so good for you – even if you bring out the whip. He likes seeing a different side of you.

However, he won’t tease you if it seems that you’re ashamed of your past aggression. He understands being ashamed of parts of his past, so he wouldn’t want to hurt you by bringing it up again.

Luke

He’s worried and completely blindsided.

What do you mean his supplemental parent best friend used to get in fights? He’ll probably accuse your friend or family member of lying to him because he just can’t imagine you hurting someone. You’ll have to admit it for him to believe them. “Really? MC, how could you break someone’s leg?! That’s terrible!”

He’s the only one who finds no amusement in this at all. Even if you hurt someone for a reason you believed in, he still has trouble accepting it. It doesn’t matter if you were young and hasty. There’s a naïve part of him that doesn’t want to condone violence in any manner.

It takes him a while to come to terms with it, and in the meantime, he acts a bit weird and probably avoids you. Inevitably, it takes him thinking about what he might do if someone tried to hurt his loved ones to understand that part of your past. He argues with demons all the time on behalf of his values and loved ones – and maybe if he was stronger, he would get into physical fights, too.

He’ll probably run to find you once that realization hits him and apologize for not understanding. He’ll hug you. “I’m sorry, MC. I think I get it now. I know you’re a good person. I’m happy that you are who you are.”

Simeon

His brows furrow, he shuts his eyes, and he brings the back of his finger to his lips. He’s trying to imagine it – drawing on every time he ever saw you get irritated or angry.

He just tilts his head and nods. He’s surprised to hear it, but it’s not especially shocking. “Yes, I suppose that tracks.” Aggression can mellow, but sparks of it don’t completely disappear – small signs of a steady flame leftover from a raging fire long extinguished.

He doesn’t pry too much, but if you felt that what you did was right at the time, he won’t judge you for it. And let’s be honest, he would accept that part of you even if you regret your past haste to quarrel and get physical. The shift away from fighting – is proof enough that you’ve learned and grown.

A part of him deeply respects your ability to fight for something you believe in. (Not to get too angsty, but) Simeon sometimes wishes he had that kind of strength, especially back then.

Learning about this side of you makes Simeon more curious about your past. He’ll wait until he gets you alone and take your hands. “There’s a lot we don’t know about each other. Perhaps it’s selfish, but I’d like to learn everything about you.”

He wants to know every iteration of you, unpack every layer. He wants to appreciate your transformation into the person you are now. He wants his affection to encompass your whole existence. For that, he would be willing to be completely understood in return.

Solomon

Thinks it’s the funniest thing in the world. He’ll immediately laugh and ask all about it. He won’t even ask you; he’ll ask the friend or family member. If you’re all in the same room, he’ll turn to them and practically beg them to give him every detail. If you’re talking on a call or something, he’ll interrupt your call just to ask. He needs to know everything.  

While he’s at it, he might as well prod them for any other juicy information he can get about your past. There’s a part of him that falls to pieces thinking about how someone else saw sides of you that he will never see for himself. He knows that’s foolish, but he’s still going to get whatever information he can from that friend/family member.  

Honestly, he strikes me as someone who likes seeing people get a little angry and fierce – especially aggression for a just cause. He thinks it’s kinda hot.

“I could show you how to handle some of those violent urges.” He’d seductively stress the words “handle” and “urges.” Yes, he’s trying to flirt, but he’s also serious. You think this man hasn’t developed a multitude of ways to cope with his anger and aggression? I think Solomon has spent decades in his past constantly seething. Like Simeon, he understands that it can come back – that as much as you mellow out, the passion that causes that kind of aggression remains. If you ever need it, he’s willing to help you channel it.

“If you’re ever in an aggressive mood again, you could always take it out on me.” Shameless.

A/N: Don't forget that the February poll will still be up for a few days. Vote and/or add your input if you want. (And check out that depraved poll fic from January if you haven't yet.)

[slut4evanpeters]

The other woman Pt.2

tate langdon x reader x violet (platonic)

warnings: little angst, violet is a queen, tate being an ass

word count: 1.7k

notes: sorry if this seems rushed, i wanted to get this out today but, thank you SOOOOO much to @jazz-berry for this idea, she actually is so smart cuz i probably wouldn't have even wrote a pt2 if it wasnt for her!

It was one of those rare, painfully quiet nights in the Murder House, the kind that seemed to echo with secrets. You were alone, replaying every agonizing moment you’d shared with Tate in your mind, lost in the ache of loving someone who would never truly be yours.

But then, you heard it—raised voices coming from down the hall. Violet’s voice, harsh and bitter, cut through the silence, followed by Tate’s desperate murmurs. Curiosity and a strange, painful hope drew you out of your room, down the hallway, to where they stood in the dim, flickering light.

“You lied to me, Tate!” Violet’s voice was thick with anger and disbelief. “You’ve lied about everything!”

Tate looked panicked, his face pale as he tried to reach for her, but she stepped back, glaring at him with a hatred that made him flinch.

“Violet, please,” he murmured, his voice cracking, “I was trying to protect you. I didn’t want you to find out this way.”

“Protect me?” She scoffed, crossing her arms tightly. “You lied about being alive, about everything! You kept me here, trapped in this house with you. Did you really think I wouldn’t find out that you’re dead?”

Tate’s shoulders slumped, his face etched with guilt. “I thought—I thought if you knew the truth, you’d leave me. I didn’t want to lose you, Vi. I need you.”

Her expression softened, but only for a moment. She looked over his shoulder, her gaze landing on you. Her eyes narrowed, realizing there was more to this than she’d first understood.

“And her?” she demanded, pointing at you. “Is she just some other lie, too?”

Tate’s face fell as he glanced back at you, guilt flickering across his features. He opened his mouth to speak, but you stepped forward, unable to hold back any longer.

“I’m not a lie, Violet,” you said, your voice low, though the pain in it was unmistakable. “Tate and I… we were together before you came here. I loved him.”

She looked between you and Tate, betrayal and anger swirling in her eyes. “So all those times you were with me, you were coming back to her?”

Tate tried to reach for her again, but she slapped his hand away, her voice trembling with hurt. “You… You had me believing that you cared about me, that you were only with me. And the whole time, you were playing both of us?”

“It wasn’t like that,” Tate insisted, his voice frantic. “I—I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I just… I don’t know what I’m doing, Violet. I love you, I swear I do. But I… I just….”

“No, Tate,” Violet interrupted, her voice icy. “You don’t get to say you love me and keep her here, too, like some backup plan.”

Your heart pounded, hearing the truth finally spoken aloud. You were the backup plan, the one he could always return to when he wasn’t with her.

“Violet, please…” Tate’s voice shook as he looked at her, desperation bleeding into every word. “I didn’t want to lose either of you. You both mean so much to me. I was just trying to—”

“Trying to what, Tate?” Violet snapped, her voice rising. “Trying to keep us both under your control? Trying to make sure we’re here for you whenever you need us?” She shook her head, her voice laced with anger and something darker, something that bordered on pity. “She loved you, Tate. And you used her.”

Tate’s eyes darted to you, his face crumbling. “That’s not true,” he said, voice weak. “I never meant to use her.”

“Didn’t you?” Violet challenged. “She was here, always waiting for you, wasn’t she? You’d go to her every time things got rough with me, didn’t you?”

You looked down, swallowing the bitter truth that had been there all along. Violet wasn’t wrong. You had been waiting, always hoping he would choose you, while he drifted back and forth, stringing you both along.

“Tate,” you spoke, your voice shaking, “if you cared about me, if you ever loved me, then why wasn’t it enough? Why did you need her, too?”

He looked at you, his eyes welling with tears. “I thought I could have both,” he whispered, shame coloring his cheeks. “I thought you’d both understand. I needed you both.”

“No, Tate,” Violet interrupted, her voice softer now but filled with disgust. “You don’t ‘need’ anyone. You just wanted us here to fill some void inside you. You wanted us around so you wouldn’t feel alone.” She scoffed, looking at him like she was finally seeing him for the first time. “You don’t know how to love, Tate. You only know how to take.”

Tate’s face crumpled as he shook his head. “Please, Violet, I know I’m messed up, but I love you. I love you both.” His voice cracked, pleading, desperate, but Violet’s expression was unmoved.

“If you loved us,” she said slowly, “you wouldn’t have hurt us like this. You wouldn’t have kept us waiting, lying to both of us.” Her eyes met yours for a brief moment, a flicker of understanding passing between you. You’d both been victims of his selfish need to be loved, both trapped in the same web he’d spun.

“Tate,” you whispered, stepping forward, feeling a painful clarity settle over you, “you made me believe that I was the only one for you. You made me feel like I was safe with you. But the moment she walked in, you couldn’t even look at me the same way.” Your voice wavered, tears finally spilling over. “I was just a ghost to you, wasn’t I?”

He shook his head, the tears in his own eyes falling fast. “No, no, I loved you. I still—”

“No, you don’t,” Violet cut him off sharply. “You don’t love anyone, Tate. You just want us to be here for you, no matter what it costs us.” She stepped back, her voice shaking with barely contained fury. “I can’t believe I ever fell for you.”

Tate looked at her, his face broken, his hands trembling. “Please, Violet, don’t say that. I need you—”

“You don’t need me, Tate. You need control. You need someone to cling to when you can’t handle being alone.” Violet’s words cut through him, each one a wound that bled out the guilt and sorrow he’d been hiding.

And then, his shoulders started to shake, tears streaming down his face as he choked on sobs. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I didn’t want to hurt either of you. I just… I didn’t want to be alone.”

The sight of him crying, broken and lost, stirred something painful in you, but you couldn’t forget everything he’d put you through. The lies, the betrayal, the way he’d left you waiting in the shadows while he poured his heart into someone else. You wanted to reach out, to comfort him, but you knew better now.

“You already are, Tate,” you murmured, your voice filled with sadness. “You were always alone.”

With that, you turned away, walking back down the hallway, feeling the weight of all the years spent loving a boy who never really knew how to love. Violet followed, leaving Tate standing there, his sobs echoing through the empty, haunted halls.

For the first time, you felt the strength to let him go, to let the house have him.

As you walked down the hallway, shoulders heavy with the weight of everything you’d finally let go, you felt a presence beside you. Violet had slowed her steps to match yours, her face reflecting the same mix of pain, anger, and exhaustion that filled your own heart.

She hesitated, glancing at you with something like understanding in her eyes. “Hey,” she said softly. “You okay?”

You looked over, surprised by the gentleness in her voice. After everything, you hadn’t expected her to care—or to understand. You managed a small nod, though your voice trembled. “I think I will be… eventually.”

Violet gave a sad smile, nodding. “I know it hurts. Believe me, I… I get it now. It’s like he takes up space in your mind, and even when you know he’s hurt you, you can’t stop caring.” She glanced down, voice softening. “I feel like I’ve been blind this whole time.”

“Me too,” you whispered. The two of you shared a silence that wasn’t quite uncomfortable but was filled with mutual understanding, a quiet acknowledgment of shared pain.

The days passed, and while the ache didn’t vanish, you found yourself drifting toward Violet’s room every so often. Sometimes, you’d find her reading, her face lit up in the dim light as she poured over pages, escaping the world in a way that you were all too familiar with. Other times, she’d come find you, pulling you out of the solitude you had once relied on.

One evening, you sat together in the kitchen, cups of tea in front of you, the quiet warmth of each other’s company making the house feel less lonely. You shared stories of your lives before the house, dreams you once had, the things you wished you could have done. It was strange, comforting even, how easy it felt, like she understood you in a way that no one else ever had.

“You know,” she said one night, giving you a soft smile, “I think you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for.”

You looked at her, surprise mingling with something close to gratitude. “I could say the same about you.”

A small laugh escaped her, and for the first time, it felt like something in your chest was easing, a burden lifting ever so slightly. In that moment, you realized that you didn’t need Tate to find peace, to feel understood. For the first time, you weren’t alone, and it was enough.

Over the weeks, an unexpected friendship grew between you and Violet. You found a quiet strength in each other, a shared resilience that neither of you had known you possessed. Together, you made the house a little less haunted, filling it with laughter, quiet conversations, and companionship.

And while Tate remained a shadow, lurking somewhere in the darkened corners, you no longer felt his pull as you once had. You and Violet had found something more precious in each other. A bond that made the darkness feel less consuming, a companionship that was honest, comforting, and real.

In each other, you’d found the strength to move on. And in each other, you’d found a friendship that made even the Murder House feel a little bit like home.

[rzyraffek]

Platonic yandere yautja x child reader if u seen my pride um I recommend it the scene where cub nothing attacks a full grown lion but for this child reader was attacked while with a group of pups and was able to kill a xenomorph with a spear through the head

King i love you but please use punctuation😭

If I understood you correctly, you want dad yautja with kid who managed to kill xenomorph with other yautja pups? I hope I understand that right👽😊

I used y/n for kid cuz its easier to write that way, plus i used they/them!

Yautja dad with human kid (they whooped xenomorph)

First of all "WHERE WERE YOU, WITH WHO, WHY YOU BEEN OUTSIDE FOR SO LONG, I TOLD YOU NOT TO HANG OUT WITH OTHER PUPS SO MUCH, WHY DIDINT YOU TELL ME, I WAS SO WORRIED OMG" typical controlling/overprotective perent questions🥱

Dude litteraly banned them from going outside for good month or two

I mean yeah cool cool you- YOU WHAT??? YOU KILLED WHO? W- WHAT

Dude needs proof

But if he saw y/n with yautja pups acually killing that thing? Hes proud and dead at the same time. Like omg yay my baby killed something yay⭐but at the same time OH MY STARS YOU COULD DIE SO MANY TIMES

Hangs xeno head in middle of livingroom so everyone that walks in sees it😊 he is a proud dad

But it doesnt change the fact that you litteraly can't go outside without him around

He also kinda dislikes y/n friends??? Like "ugh really kid? You are hanging out with those bab troublesome pups? You know you can do better? Just stay with me"

Hes jelous and upset that first hunt kid had was with their friends, not him😭

Everytime you guys hang out with other yautjas he gives y/n's friends a death stare

Of course hes proud that his lil baby menaged to hunt down A FUCKING XENOMORPH, he will purr. The issue is that he cant help but imagine what could happen.

Heres little extra, i never write this type of stuff but im bored atm. Tw toxic behaviour?:

Y/n wanted to show off what they hunted with their friends, but the corpse too heavy to carry, so kid just goes to their home, walks up to their dad and tells him that they have gift for him but its outside. They grab his hand and lead him outside, he didnt expect few young yautjas poking dead xenomorph in his backyard for sure. He yells that they should stay away and he pulls put his weapon. He has so many questions all starting with "why", "how" and "when"???

After making sure that the thing is dead and his child didnt suffer any wounds he turns to other pups and starts scolding them, how dumb they are to bring a human pup on a hunt?? Dont they know how dangerous it is.

He would probably yell at them forever if not y/n stepping in and trying to explain that y/n was acually attacked and pups helped, yautjas wanted only good. He kinda didn't expect that, you? His own kid? Stepping in and protecting other people from him? He should be the one viewed as the one whos right and the one you always go for advice! So yeah he didnt take that well. Of course he tried to keep cool around those young hunters but o my god after they went away? Omg expect a lot of offended and angry dad behaviour, he gives them silent treatment for few days or is just simply passive agressive

After all y/n just wanted to feel like rest of their friends. And ironically enough the only one treating y/n like human is her own dad

[modelbus]

Ahem- hey- uh- I-

…NOW I FEEL LIKE TOMMY TUBBO WILBUR AND RANBOO IN PART TWO- HELP FFJYTFJHTYTFTH

SOOOOO- HI THERE ITS ME ✨🌌🌙 ANNON, THE DISAPPEARING ANNON- LOOK- I-

OKAY SO EXPLANATION TIME, I HONESTLY THOUGHT MY CRAPPY REQUEST WOULD BE IGNORED- I ALSO HAVE NOT BEEN ON TUMBLR SINCE LIKE A WEEK AFTER I SENT IT- I COME BACK TO READ SOME STUFF FROM OUR GOOD OLD LORD AND SAVIOR MODEL, TO SEE; ONE IT WAS RECENTLY YA BIRTHDAY! (Happy late birthday-) AND TWO.. MY REQUEST WAS TURNED INTO A MASTER PEICE OF AGES WITH TWO WHOLE PARTS, I APPARENTLY HELPED GET YOU OUT OF A WRITING SLUM- AND PEOPLE ACTUALLY REALLY LIKED MY CRUMMY IDEA (Thanks to your POGGERS writing)

so basically- THANK YOU ‘O GREAT MODEL FOR HEARING MY PLEA AND DELIVERING GREATNESS!!!

also I am gonna try and be more active on tumblr now so like- yey.

ALSO ALSO, I may sometimes send in requests of my silly little ideas cuz like chaos cut fed my soul and I am now the ✨ H a p p e h ✨

ALSO ALSO ALSO, part three of chaos cut???, we are at home and get messages asking like “Yo we good now? You forgive us for being assholes??” and we say smth like “you gonna respond to my messages? Then sure” some kind of tweet is made could be as vague as “shes gonna be in videos again yayyy” or could be the group admitting to what happened?? *eyes* maybe responses from other friends?? Ofc that is a suggestion for if you decide to further continue.

wether you decide to continue it or not or you decide to use this or not, thank you so much, chaos cut was all I wanted it to be and more.

I’M BACK BABYYY!!

-All the love, ✨🌌🌙 Annon.

You live!! And I’d love to receive more of your amazing little ideas :) honestly, I’d write 500 parts of Cut Chaos

I probably formatted this weird because of the messages part and the Twitter part but Oh Well.

Pairing(s): cc!Ranboo, cc!Tubbo, cc!Wilbur and cc!Tommy x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Cut Chaos Part 3

The day you spent with Ranboo, Tubbo, Wilbur, and Tommy after the store might’ve been the best day you’ve ever had. You’re finally able to breathe again, to laugh again. Smiling had started drifting away from you, but suddenly you were smiling so hard your cheeks hurt.

You almost don’t go home. It’s tempting to stay with Ranboo when he offers up one of their many spare bedrooms (and you do mean many), but you decline. Heading back home, closing the door to your bedroom is easier than it’s ever been. Just living is easier than it used to be.

Collapsing onto your bed, it only takes you a second before you start grinning like an idiot to yourself. Things are back to normal, back to how they should be. Sure, you could still be mad at them for what happened, but you were tired of not being around them. Tired of people being pissed off.

It takes you a full three minutes before you roll onto your side and unlock your phone with Face ID. There’s a plethora of notifications waiting for you, from a group chat that you thought was a ghost town. It makes you grin all over again.

Wilbur so we’re all good now?

Tommy yeah, u forgive us for being assholes??

Tubbo Becuase we r super sorry

You You guys gonna respond to my messages from now on?

Ranboo I promise on Tommy’s life

You Then yeah

Tommy HEY

Laughing to yourself, you swipe out of messages to open Twitter and scroll on it. You aren’t afraid to open it, not like you used to be. Random tweets would remind you of what you lost, of the various people confused why you lost it, but now you’re just giddy. Overjoyed.

Part of you wanted to announce the plans you made with Wilbur, Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo. Scream from the (metaphorical) rooftops of Twitter that you were back. The chaos squad was back.

But, as it turns out, Tommy beat you to it. Of course he did, he can’t keep his mouth shut for the life of him. In a loving way, of course.

tommyinnit ﹫Tommyaltinnit guess who is BACK in the NEW VLOG

|_ You ﹫Yourusername me BITCHES

|_ Nia ﹫randomfanpersondontworry OMG OMG OMG NO WAY !!! CHAOS SQUAD ISNT DEAD FUCK ALL OF YOU IM WINNING TODAY

You grin, scrolling through the replies to Tommy’s tweet—including Tubbo and Ranboo’s—then realize the group name is trending. With wide eyes, you switch what you’re scrolling through to read the new tweets.

Annon ﹫StarStarMoon Anyone know what happened between the chaos squad??? Like they all drop her and now she’s back?? Something definitely happened…

|_ Real Person ﹫RealpersonIcreated THIS! Why did nobody talk about it. I wanna know fr fr

|_ Max ﹫Myfriendsnameisbeingused I think they all dropped her over those rumors ages ago. Makes sense to me tbh

|_ Charlie ﹫Myotherfriendsnameisbeingused Totally on her side if something did happen honestly lmao

Oh, fuck. You hesitate, not sure what to do, then ignore the tweet and its replies. Things were good, you didn’t need to dwell on when they were bad. Let people be people and let them speculate all they want.

This was your life and your happiness. Returned, at last.

[34saveme34]

that was btw, somehow worse than him dying to me

NOT THAT IT'S A BAD THING

I LOVE HOW IT ACCOUNTS FOR SO MUCH OF WHAT HIS CHARACTER IS INSTEAD OF KILLING HIM FOR THE SAKE OF HIM BEING A VILLAIN

I hope he gets therapy

platonic puzzl3.......... save this sinking ship that is Puzzles mental health

if it can be salvaged

yall think later down the line Marty will yoink him from his place of imprisonment and unleash him SOMEHOW even stronger

also I LOVED how they defeated him, but also this bitch is sloppy as hell

he's gotta get his aim better

like yeah he's really good at being everywhere but he's. NOT actually good at fighting

he would need someone like Wren again for that

honestly, Marty, Puzzles and Wren would make a crazy villain trio

they'd a 3 parter to defeat them like that

like yeah uh, as soon as they found where he was, he became vulnerable because he's bad at fighting

also the way he still flinched away and hid behind the TV- like I genuinely think he didn't have the greatest life either, based on what they're implying

like yeah, I just- I can't see it any other way really

cuz it seems like all.... all he had was his TV...... it was his best friend....... he became his OWN best friend

and thus. he was alone

with only dreams that could only try but never succeed at fixing his mentality of- of life in general

like. something VERY important that maybe not everyone noticed

yeah he talks big words and he's Sophisticated (tm) and all that jazz

but. he never truly had the chance to grow up, with the way his life went- that was taken away from him

like he didn't have friends at all FOR a reason

like HOW scared he was to go close to Leggy at first, being scared it was probably a trap or something

as if he has. trust issues

and that implies so so so much more

anyways why was the ending shot focusing on the Tender Tunnel, they didn't need to do that

I'll just- choose to believe it doesn't mean anything so I don't feel disappointed when it never gets brought up again, since this show tends to have shots that seem important then seemingly just. aren't somehow

not that that would make this wotfi any less great! I've been basically talking about how I loved it and how I only have this one tiny gripe with it cuz of knowing this show! so like, don't come at me about it please, or at least not with the intention to dismiss me or say that I'm Somehow hating on the show or the writers or whoever involved

I just have a normal amount of gripes with a show that had been going on for very long with its ups and downs

[bleachbleachbleach]

Saw your reblog on tragic unrequited platonic love and technically, that trope definitely applies to the betrayed trio, especially on Hinamori’s end (depends on whether or not you subscribe to the view that she was crushing on Aizen). The way I saw it in my initial viewing of bleach, it was more of the type of intense admiration for an authority figure that can be misconstrued as a crush cuz you (the devotee) lack the ways to properly articulate it. Like how u feel abt the rlly cool English teacher u sometimes eat lunch with before they get arrested for like fraud or something. After experiencing the Horrors, of course Kira and Hinamori are going to imprint hard on the first semblance of stability and symbol of safety at the time. So that what they went thru meant something. Also, let me take this moment to briefly gush abt the headcanon u presented in the B3 fic cinematic universe abt hinamori’s fixating on squad 5 because it offers her the knowledge beyond her town that she’s lowkey seeking + the values she wants to strive towards (source: from afar). These nerds just wanted to be mentored so badddd!! Thus, the reveal of the fact that they were only a means to an end, specifically chosen on where they fall on the “easy to manipulate” scale hits HARDER. All that devotion?? Loss of work life balance and for WHATTT? Extended medical leave ? 😭 oh bleach my fave workplace sitcom AND workplace drama u will always be famous

PS: thank u for tagging me in that post!! In the process of drafting my response. It was so lovely of you.

You're right! That totally works here. It's interesting because (and I'll just focus on Hinamori here, because otherwise I'd feel compelled to honor the distinctions between her and Aizen vs. Kira and Ichimaru and Hisagi and Tousen, and this would probably end up reading very convolutedly) I think it kind of asks a question about when the platonic pining would have happened.

Is the pining part of suddenly realizing the disjuncture between what Hinamori thought something was and what Aizen did, and mourning something lost (and something that never really was)?

Or was there also pining when things were Good? We see Aizen be reassuring to Hinamori and generous with his time, etc. and we see Hinamori happy to receive from him, and quite devoted both to her VCship as well as to Aizen on a person level (or as he put it, "as a man" lol). We know she's well-respected by her division, and esteemed by her colleagues (okay, Kira and Hitsugaya may have some bias in this arena, but they both describe her as highly skilled).

But was she needed? Was she doing, and did she get the opportunity to do, things that Aizen couldn't do better? Did she have opportunities to express things that Aizen found interesting or outside of his expertise? Even as they are not equals--and there is no expectation that they should be--in the most fruitful mentorships, both parties have things to teach and learn.

Did Hinamori ever look at other Captain/VC relationships and yearn for pieces of what those looked like to her? Nanao would probably say "god i hope not" because Kyouraku's "reliance" on her often takes the shape of her having to do all the busywork and also herd cats, but in spite of this there's an intimacy there, an openness or trust, that Hinamori might yearn for. And that's taking Kyouraku--shadowy and full of many surfaces himself--into account. Hitsugaya and Matsumoto also have something that both Hitsugaya and Matsumoto probably complain about to Hinamori, but there's a degree of mutualism and collaboration to whatever's going on at the 10th that Hinamori might not mind a taste of, too. Renji has been Byakuya's VC for a month but Hinamori has probably already thought to herself "Kuchiki-taichou let him do WHAT" at least twice. Even though Byakuya is Byakuya, judging by how they handled their "meeting Ichigo in the street" mission, it seems like Byakuya lets Renji have his little projects. Like Renji is part of his investment portfolio and Byakuya feels very comfortable considering Renji a volatile but potentially valuable property and in order to get that ROI you need to stick with him through several honorless tech startup busts and commit long-term to the thing. Er, but I digress. My point is, Renji gets projects. "Develop training menu." Creative opportunity! With a result that has Renji all over it.

Does Hinamori get projects? Does it ever feel like she's pushing the envelope of what the 5th can be and how it can function on her own, without it being something Aizen already predicted the outcome of, or was actually his idea that he let her propose and take nominal ownership of anyway? Despite being completely blindsided by the actuality of Aizen, was there already that sense of inevitability/Aizen all over everything that happens at the 5th? (Competing, of course, with Hinamori's self-concept as a creative person; and her love of Aizen as a person, not just as a boss and mentor; and feeling as though she just needs to excel more and be creative better and she'll eventually meet this need she feels--it's not the environment that's the issue. She's happy here. Mostly. She doesn't need to leave, she simply needs to surpass--)

[seneon]

yk i have some big brain prompt but that's specifically for my fanfic but anyway i love nagi x older!sister (platonic) fanfic imo. do whatever you want with this idea.

STOP PLAYING GAMES, NAGI!

featuring. nagi seishiro x fem! older! sister — headcanons.

etc. platonic and crack/comedy. ft. reo mikage.

notes. hi shina! soz for the delay, i forgor about your request 😭 anyways, i hope you enjoy this piece yeahh

— you being nagi's older sister would actually kinda be tiring. i mean, you're like nagi's mother in a way, and you do everything a mother / guardian will do in order to support their child. in this case, nagi is your brother child.

— nagi has a lot of respect for you in trying your best to support both you and him. you work as something with a good and high pay, so it's all good 👍

— he likes your food and the way you would decorate it cutely for him to bring to school. nagi loves your cooking in general, so other's cooking doesn't really matter to him cuz he only looks forward to yours.

— but whenever you don't have time to cook, he'll just eat something in the fridge and wait for you to come back so you could cook or make at least something he like in your very own special way.

— nagi is so used to you scolding him all the time that during his stay in blue lock, certain people scolding his laziness reminds him of you. yes, you scold him a lot for his laziness.

— "seishiro, stop playing your games and help me out bruh," you'd scream, and nagi would do some dramatic gamer things and grumpily go to help you with whatever you needed help with.

— even reo loves how you take care and look out for nagi. you would scold reo to not spoil nagi too much and reo would sometimes just listen to you. he likes older women right? he'll listen to you all the time.

— nagi and reo bitches around quite a lot, so obviously, you'll force them to clean the mess they made or even clean the entire house in general.

— oh yeah, as nagi's older sister, you'd probably force nagi to get groceries to get him outta bed or you'd threaten to smash his xbox or hold a cup of water loosely above his game consoles and stuff. so bad.

— you and nagi have siblings cactuses too. his is choki, yours is kicho. so cute. siblings goals. surprisingly enough, nagi takes care of your cactus with a lot of care, something he'd like to do with you. nagi wants to take care of you whenever he's older in return for your care of him for years.

[chnt-confessions]

i think i'm the only person in the entire fandom that has any genuine empathy for elijah, and i'm stuck thinking there's something deeply wrong with me for that. i feel like quite a lot of people split black on him (and joshua) and then split white on jedidiah, and sydney. the ONLY two options are to dehumanize or objectify him. no hate to jedidiah-likers, but jedidiah is not a victim. he doesn't act entirely the way he does because of trauma, he acts that way because he implicitly looks down on sydney. what kind of man jeopardizes the entire world for a man that he let gravely sick in the first place, only to gaslight and neglect him?? all this because of mommy and daddy issues that, like, 70% of the population has?? i had to headcanon extra issues and trauma for him to just to keep myself sane. i don't mean to invalidate his trauma, but he has lived such a privileged life and can easily go to therapy and yet. i'm sorry but it's bojack-horseman levels of "how tf do you expect me to feel bad for you? lmao." like, i need him to get better because people will likely die if he gets any worse, but other than i couldn't care less about this guy. i'm way more sympathetic to sydney because he's trying his best but he seems to have an empathy deficiency of some kind (it's not his fault but it is painfully obvious sometimes and i wish i could fix him but i have to fix myself first because i also deal with this); i also relate to the "feeling unlovable" aspect of things.

we have only seen elijah at his worst. the elephant man is elijah "mental breakdown, 2 years and counting psychotic episode" core; did everyone just assume he was born like that? and if he was, that would also make me sad tbh. he had a similar upbringing to jedidiah and yet he does not show it at all and i'm wondering what tf was different. he also generally sucks at being a villain sometimes (i.e. telling sydney his weakness, letting sydney go back to jedidiah, reacting way better than most people would when sydney told him that he couldn't get the journals). when jedidiah says "sydney, you're always fine." vs when elijah says it; jedidiah said it to gaslight sydney and because he feels bitter about the fact he's working so hard to keep sydney alive and can't use it to manipulate him (i'm joking but i'm also not joking), while elijah was just being a little acolyte and also he's symbolically the earth, so when he says the earth will catch him when he falls, he is fr. idk what snapped in him with the murder-suicide thing but considering that he is the earth, and unfortunately due to sydney's weird little mind and jedidiah's horribleness, the earth is, like, post-apocalyptic now so it probably has something to do with that (idk why he switched from stabbing to burning alive; probably cuz of the theatrics/j). anyway, he does suck and he needs to go back to russia and never come back for everyone's good, but i really do think he would be better than jedidiah could ever be (yes, even with therapy; i'm literally speaking facts/hj) if "everyday [wasn't] a living fucking nightmare." and i'm constantly like "._." whenever i remember that jedidiah is the reason "everyday is a living fucking nightmare." also i really wanna see someone do elijah/the elephant man analysis/interpretation that doesn't reek of disgust and hatred (or lust; do whatever you want, but i'm judging you rn), just for variety tbh. here is his official playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/389N5sUULTXFC63I3CSn7c?si=756dacaa18cd491c some of the songs in here are, like, "???" and i want to see someone's else's take on them (even elijah haters tbh) sorry for the essay, that's all i wanted to say :)

also im so happy that i can say this anonymously, thank you chnt-confessions for doing god's work, i love you platonically <3

(ABOUT THE LAST PART) no need to apologize and I'm really glad to make you happy!!

[littlelovelyspiderling]

Hello lovely ☺️ how scandelous would it be to ask for perhaps a sneak peak of the next chapter?

👉👈 perhaps a lil snippet? A crumb? 🥹🥺🫣🙌

*clutches pearls* oh my…oh dear…i’ve never been asked this before 😳 this is a first for me.

am i allowed to do this?? why does it feel illegal lmao 🫨

i mean you did ask very nicely & i am dying to show the next chapter to yall & i am indeed a strong independent woman who can do whatever the hell she wants so…here you go?? i guess??

disclaimer: it took me a very hot minute to decide which part to do & i haven’t edited / beta read anything yet so it might change a bit once i post the full chapter…also hopefully this scene makes some kind of sense to you out of context. double also this will be the ONLY part i share bc i don’t wanna spoil the whole thing 😤 but i hope you like 🤭🩵

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“So…” Spider-Man said, voice low but playful. “Come here often, hot stuff?”

Despite his best efforts, Johnny busted into a laugh, shaking his head from side to side. “Shut up, you loser,” he giggled.

“Wait, wait, I can do better than that. Somebody call the fire department, ‘cuz this guy is smokin’.”

“Is this you attempting to flirt with me? Corny pickup lines and cheesy one-liners? You really think that’s the key to my refined and sophisticated heart?”

“Well? Is it working?” Spidey asked in whisper, the words curling upwards just like the goofy smile Johnny knew he had on behind his mask. The Human Torch rolled his eyes.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he mumbled fondly. The two of them kept their faces and bodies angled forward as they spoke, daring not to show any physical displays of affection with so many eyes on them.

“Pretty lousy atmosphere for a first date, if you ask me,” Spidey continued, quiet and coltish. “Some orchids or candles would’ve been nice.”

“You want to count this as our first date?” Johnny whispered back. “I was planning to take you somewhere with much better ambiance and way fewer older sisters around. Maybe rent a gondola and a string quartet or something. But if you’d like, we can always save that for date number two.”

Spider-Man shrugged. “Either way. Your idea does sound a lot more romantic than the humiliation ritual we’re about to be subjected to...”

Johnny ventured a look at the rows of heroes sitting in the arena’s viewing room and grimaced. “Especially with my teammates watching,” he said gravely. His gaze swiveled to his feet, and he swallowed. “I am so not good at this ‘keeping secrets’ thing, Webs. I really like you, and am obviously terrible at hiding it.” His hands knotted into fists at his sides. “So if you’re set on keeping this thing on the down low, we’ve really gotta sell the whole ‘platonic super bros’ shtick. We can’t do anything that even suggests that we like each other like that. Not with them watching us like fish in a bowl.”

Spidey faced him then, head drooping a bit. “I’m sorry I’m making you lie to your teammates,” he murmured. “I know firsthand how complicated it can get.”

“It’s all right. I lie to them about all kinds of stuff all the time.” Johnny smiled apologetically. “I just wish I was better at it.”

Spider-Man scratched the back of his neck. “Lucky for us, we’ll probably be too busy getting blasted by drones or pummeled by robotic thugs to do anything remotely romantic-y looking while we’re in here.”

Johnny elbowed him in the side. “Well, double lucky for us: we’ve done this exact drill in real life already, and won. I can’t imagine fake thugs or drones being any harder to beat than those insane kidnappers we fought.” Mischief tugged at the corners of his lips as he tucked his hands politely behind his back, raising his chin and tracing his gaze along the outline of Spidey’s throat. “And after we win this,” Johnny added, “I’m gonna drag you somewhere no one will bother us and spend the rest of the afternoon sucking on your neck until it’s all one big hickey. Sound good?”

A noise sputtered out of the masked hero that sounded like a cross between a cough and a squeak. Johnny clapped him triumphantly on the back as he strolled forward, whispering in his ear as he close as he dared as he passed by. “Best leave the flirting to the professionals, bug boy.”

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TA-DA!! this feels so wrong but i hope it gives you a fun little taste of what’s to come heeheeHEEEE

[ssunandmunn]

hazbin hotel leaks + spoilers

save yourself and report the videos/ images circulating on x n tiktok cuz let's be real, that’s how it got viral

(eng is not my first language, excuse the use of incorrect gramatical sentences)

i usually keep my mouth quite when talking about fandom stuff cuz i seriously don’t care after watching the canon once, i mostly move to fanarts and fanfics and ignore everything else; i only do fanart and never say a thing, also cuz 50% of fandoms discussions are about ships or controversial shut in the bts which idc as long as i can enjoy a good story, the good visual work of animators/ fanartists, bla bla bla

with that said, i have a lot of thoughts with the hazbin hotel leaks + spoilers

read with caution

first things first, i made a 40 minute audio yapping about this with my friends (who haven't watched hazbin yet, and one of them has but like, they’re not super interested and we don’t talk about it) and i feel like sharing it (not the audio, just what i said)

i found the leaks while scrolling through tiktok, i thought it was fanmade just like many people, but rather well made, i scrolled past it quickly because fanmades audios kinda give me cringe but since the art was well made i was gonna watch it later, then i scrolled a bit more and found out it was an actual leak

after reading a ton of comments about how they hate rosie now, and about it being senseless, i found myself remembering how much people was hating on lilith and eve with the theory that they owned alastor's soul

and tbh i think that’s just misogynistic; we barely know lilith far more than she's probably in heaven; and for eve? i have pity for her, because, not to be that person but everyone points their finger at her just because she ate a goddanm apple, which luci and lili convinced her to eat, and we don’t even know the full story about that either, hell, we don't even know how she looks like, i love the theories that she has brown hair and is brown skinned or even that she's just a copy of lilith, yet we don’t know if that's canon, and it doesn’t matter

but i don’t like the way they just happen to have "owning" alastor in common, and just having theories antagonizing them for that little idea, which is fair, i'm not saying evil women are bad or whatever, i actually think that’s kinda hot, but now with the leaks it just showed a different flavor of people for me

i read a lot of comments or people complaning cuz now they "hate her", "their friendship is ruined" or "it doesn’t make sense"

the latter type of comments, i understand them, i won't deny im a radiorose shipper, both platonically and romantically, and in every prudly (does that word exist? i mean like a prude ok) and kinky way as well, yet, y'all are forgetting one thing: they are all in hell, every single of the main cast is in hell, yes, some seem kinda more innocent than others; vaggie - iykyk, niffty and even husk or cherry (and i think pen too, i didn’t watched his leaks -or any other leaks tbh- only the radiorose ones cuz my fyp knows me, but you get it) but that doesn’t mean they're not guilty for what ever they did to be in hell

that's why i believe that we shouldn't expect them to behave like normal people - they're no longer people, they're sinners, they did something bad and have lost all sense of moral, that's why i kinda understand that both alastor and rosie might have been faking it, yet, if you think about twice, she’s probably not that bad, manipulative and cruel and narcissitic like every overlord? yes, but since alastor took charlie right away to rosie when she had girlfriend problems means they still have some sort of trusting in eachother; also why would rosie offer him having deals with others like nothing if she only wants like torture him or idk - she wants something but she doesn’t seem as bad as the way alastor behaves towards husk, which to me he seems kinda physically abusive, meanwhile i can rosie being mentally/ psychologically abusive (i feel i worded that wrong, but u get it)

which, to be powerful overlords, seems ok for me - "but friendship doesn’t work now since there’s power imbalance" my dear child, there’s always gonna be power imbalance in between in every relationship in your life, it can economically, mentally, culturally, bla bla bla, half of my friends are in a better situation than me, and the others just not, and that affects the way we socialize with one another

anyway, now, with the massive dislike towards rosie i just have to say that i feel that people are just plain mysoginist, maybe im approaching this wrongly, but seriously, u go from hating lilith/ eve (i thought about roo too, but she has no background to defend her) to rosie; just because of a man? not cool - also, people seemed to like her just because alastor liked her, now he doesn’t "like" her u don’t like her? 💀

i understand the hate towards valentino, for being who he is and all that, but being abusive apparently is allowed for alastor and not for others around him? i won't hide that alastor is my most disliked character in this cartoon, i don’t hate him, but he is unsavory for me and is overrated, his backstory is super boring, having rosie allegedly owning his soul since he was alive sounded super fun and far more interesting rather than just being powerful because radio was popular back in his day, but with all the leaks and people praying for it fake and discarted makes me feel bad for the writers, and the animators and everyone in the staff

they are already over exploited for people to not like the product, and basically begging for it to be changed when that’s a lot of money, i know that probably nothing will change and people are just being dramatic, me doing this post in kinda dramatic too, but seriously, it almost looks like this is alastor's show and not charlie's or the full hotel crew

also they made a big deal for alastor not being handsome enough in their human form, idk i just feel like ??? alastor is not the center of the universe, of this universe we know has hazbin!!!

to be a misandric man, he got lot of mysoginistic fans

just to conclude, i find the leaks and leakers super annoying, hope they do burn in hell - and if you find leaks, report the posts and videos as much as you can and scroll away

and to be honest, the fact that rosie owns alastor doesn’t bother me that much, as i said before, i think it's fun and interesting, and as a high shipper of them (an a rosie lover/ fan) it just gives me ideas to daydream about them 24/7 even more

i hope it's not fake and they keep it, and that there’s a great story behind their relationship, i have to say that before this i had not much hope for the hhs2, i kinda just wanted more radiorose interaction and i was kinda craving niffty + rosie interaction too, i hope with all this dynamic, niffty doesn’t hate rosie or viceversa or both ways, i find them both unhinged and lovely and could make a kinda similar dynamic like the one niff has with alastor

i think i said everything i wanted to say (and even more, cuz after i did that long audio for my friends, more leaked stuff started to stalk me) and that audio of mine also included some opinions about helluva boss, but that’s for another day

if you read this i'm glad you did and, well, i put this here because i have no one to talk about it without feeling i'm annoying

✨️

[totaldramafan-lauri]

Short Ghostf**kers first impressions

-I say this as a Moxxie fan.....it is cool to see Millie go on a job without him. I think it helps her character, and will silence more of her haters. I've always said this about Millie - she's not flat, she just needs more focus episodes. Here's another one. Thank goooooood.

-Millie and Blitzo's backstory is surprisingly heartwarming? Here I thought that it'd just end at "I like your spunk", but the fact that he taught her to be more than she thought she was capable of.....it's really sweet. I never knew that about Millie, that she used to think so lowly of herself, but seeing how imps tend to be treated outside of Wrath, it makes SENSE, and.....It really goes to show how I.M.P being an imp-run business in Pride is so unusual! The fact that Millie met Moxxie through Blitzo is extra sweet. Aaaaaand, admittedly, it does also explain more why he tends to, uh.....n-not take their romance very well. He met them before they hooked up. Then they hooked up...while working for him.....Yyyyyyeah, knowing Blitzo, he probably had some feelings about that....

-The fact that Moxxie fell first and probably simped for a while is adorable, and it's just another way I relate to him. XD We both love powerful women

-F for the "Millie was Loona's babysitter" headcanons, tho.

-Now we have the full "first meeting with Blitzo" flashback collection! Yaaaayyyy! Gotta catch 'em all!

-Ghosts being really "infestor demons" is....interesting worldbuilding? But....why are they so much more powerful? All the powers this guy had are CRAZY. Are they only able to be that powerful on Earth? Are they another kind of demon who can freely go to Earth? So many questions.....

-I know it was only played for laughs, but what Blitzo did with M&M's money really bothered me and I hope he fixes that, cuz....yeah, no. Thankfully, he makes up for that in the same scene where he flat-out admits that he and Stolas were never really......dating. He's not in denial about things, which is good.

-That scene with Tilla huuuuurt! Why is THAT how we first see her face!? Uggggghhhhh!!

-I WOULD be annoyed at Blitzo in the first half of the episode, but wanting to go out and have fun after what he's been through....I-I mean, it's understandable, right? I don't think either he or Millie are at fault here. Good conflict.

-I like Millie's role as the "straight woman" of I.M.P as the one who's got her crap together and doesn't have any trauma, but adding this new layer of "grew up thinking she wouldn't amount to much" is a pretty good way of giving her another dimension. Again, I already liked her before. XD

-Millie having trust in Blitzo and not believing the infestor's (don't remember his name) words, then punching him saying "Blitzo can take this" is freaking AWESOME, she's so cool

-Heck yeah with Blitzo implying he's done stalking M&M, and heck yeah to him learning the importance of platonic friendships!! Now Stolas has to learn the same thing.....Stolas has never had the CHANCE to have real friends....Having friends to talk to can really help you, and he's been denied that cuz of his lifestyle, which is why he comes across as unintentionally insensitive sometimes and why he hates himself and uggghhhh, hug the bird, hug the bird but also knock a lil bit of sense into him first cuz both sides need it but HUG THE BIRD

-Didn't really laugh all that much. The humor in this episode was too over-the-top and most of it was just one joke (wanting to be screwed by a ghost) that I didn't really find that funny. I DID, however, laugh at the Scooby Doo door chase parody. XD

-Oh, and the songs were.....there, I guess

-Overall, a good and VERY NEEDED episode, 8/10, Apology Tour was better tho

[shiningstarr15]

Alright I’ve seen enough takes on this and while I understand everyone’s viewpoint and validate it I want to give mine bc mine is probably a very niche perspective.

When it comes to the relationship between Gregory and Vanessa, I do view them as siblings. And no not in the umbrella way, not in the “this is the only thing that makes the most sense” sort of way, I mean they have sibling energy period. And I’ll tell you why.

Bc I do not view them as being immediate found family. At all. They have too much trauma both independently and with each other. I don’t even think they’d like each other very much at first. I feel like their initial relationship would be more of a ”you saved me so I’ll return the favor by helping you out” way.

Personally. I don’t think relationships with strong bonds should immediately go into something romantic or familial (maybe it’s cuz I’m raging aroace and very platonic/queerplatonic bc I know that’s an unpopular opinion) but in my eyes, you NEED TO BUILD A FRIENDSHIP FIRST. and I think that’s exactly what they’re gonna do.

They’re gonna slowly and gradually form a friendship, one that most people would think is strange and unusual bc it’s an adult and a child but let’s be fr neither of them are what you’d consider “typical” (yes I personally hc them both being ND. Again, this is my opinion). I also don’t think they don’t really give af what people think. So why would they bother putting a label that they don’t really agree with on them? No imo they won’t do that unless they truly do mean it.

Again, this could very well be projecting. But I am personally someone that doesn’t like being given a “sister” label unless it’s actually meant. Maybe it’s my extreme sibling complex. But I don’t think I’m wrong for feeling that way. And imo, I think overtime they would view each other in the way best friends view each other as siblings. I don’t even think there would even need to be anything legal. But if there was, she would be a legal guardian at best. Bc it still gives the freedom to identify how they choose. And to me, it’s very similar to Lilo and Nani from “Lilo and Stitch.”

Bc I think two things can be true at the same time. Vanessa can be a caregiver, and have some responsibilities when it comes to making sure Gregory is ok and kept safe. But also, she herself needs someone to take care of her. Bc she can’t. And while I do like the idea of Freddy taking care of them both, I also like them taking care of each other.

She definitely has aspects that could be seen as maternal, but I don’t view her as essentially parental. She simply isn’t ready. There’s too much trauma and a bit of emotional immaturity (again not a bad thing, she’s very childlike imo). I think she sees him more equal than that. Not someone that is helpless and needs to be watched 24/7. But someone that needs a little guidance every now and then. And that’s where I think looking up to her in an older sibling kinda way comes in.

She’s like a combined playmate and caregiver. An equal partner but also someone that takes on the worst of the burden so he doesn’t have to. Even though he will do so anyway bc he cares that much about her.

So yea, that’s my take on their relationship. Again, it’s just my opinion, and I understand people not agreeing and wanting something else for them. But this is how I choose to view them, and I don’t think that it’s wrong ❤️

[rzyraffek]

Can you do a clan leader yautja x child reader

i really hope u mean like cute platonic stuff with yautja taking care of child!!! Otherwise this request is very sus. I dont want to use word "child/kid" in every sentence so the kid will have pronouns they/them

Human kid with Clan Leader Yautja

He would be overprotective! especially towards human kids, like they are much smaller and little stupid weaker than yautja ones

Will hiss at anyone that scares her >:)

His instinct will tell him to train them and go on huntings with them BUT LIKE HE DOESNT KNOW when should he start?? Like how old human pup must be to be ready for first hunt???

I guess since hunting is a huge thing in Yautja culture, first hunt with their kids is like essential for them.

Probably will take them around teenage years, not too late but not to young too

Also growing up around yautjas kid will automaticly be more athletic and skilled than average earth teen

But back to kid being kid. HE WILL MELT if they hold his hand or fidget with his armor! of course its dangerous and sharp! but its so cute! Yautjas are very curious beings too, but they wouldnt randomly come to LEADER of a Clan and start just start fidgeting with his armor/locks

Also he sometimes forgot that human kids take more time to learn basic stuff, how to walk for example. so he will just start walking his normal pace, turn around becasue they didnt hear kid's steps and just see them laying on the floor cuz they fell :(

He would spy on normal human families to see how kids behave and how perents treat them! Yknow Yautjas arent like humans they dont really care about their kids after they learn how to hunt

IF kid will call him space dad OR just dad he will accually have lil heart atack! Please thats so cute!!

Play-fighting all the way, thats how pups learn their strengths in fun ways! also mayyybee he acidently yeeted them too hard and they flew away like 2meters (mayyybeee but totaly on acident!!)(nothing serious happend exept flying child)

Noone can litteraly hurt them(exept their own perent apeareantly) cuz if somone does, death for them :) or at least a lot of hissing and punching

Theres no way in hell that he will braid their hair, he is too tired to learn how to do that! And human hair constantly grows!!why!! pls its everywhere!!! So he would probably cut them short, it grows back anyways so whats the deal?? But if kid really reallllyy loves their hair i guess they can stay in certain lenght BUT they take care of it alone he doenst want to deal wtih it (mental break down due to one event when he tried to do pretty braids and it got tangled and he didnt know what to do)

But even if he really loves them, and treats them as his own, he still wants them to hunt or at least help the clan in someways, he doenst want his kid to grow up to be useless. He will try to find something that would fit them (for example if kid is intrested in crafting they may become a blacksmith in future (ihave no clue if yaujtas have blacksmiths i just took random profession alr))

Overall 9/10 amazing dad material, although he sometimes doenst undestand human body and how it really works

ALL x reader tags are there only so more people can reach it!!!

[modelbus]

TAKE TWO ON A SHORT REQUEST. (I have no clue how long this will be as I’m writing it.)

Ranboo x Fem!Reader (Platonic)

AU: Apocalypse

Word: Perception

SPOILERS BELOW, SKIP PAST THE REST OF THE REQUEST, POTENTIAL READERS!!!

OKAY so,

Y/N was visiting her best friend Ranboo, when the internet started blowing up with speculations of a ‘zombie apocalypse’. A growing number of ‘strange incidents’ near the center of the UK seemingly being the cause. Basically the incidents are entire towns going nuts and trying to kill EVERYTHING. Plant? KILL IT. Animal? KILL IT. Person..? Spread the disease.

The disease transmits through infected wounds, if you bleed in a highly contaminated area, bleed from being bitten or scratched by a diseased, something contaminated comes into contact with an open wound, things like that. If it gets in your blood stream you’re fucked basically. Some reason you can eat contaminated food.. as long as its not like, been bleed or drooled on by a diseased.

The incidents keep spreading and a few days later all planes coming in and out of the entire UK aren’t anymore. (NO MORE PLANES FOR YOU.) The disease also prolongs ‘life’ meaning the diseased can survive more than strugglers. blood loss isn’t a problem for the diseased, the only way to kill them is substantial damage to the brain or heart. (They can lose their fucking stomachs and be chill abt it.)

On average the disease spreads slowly for the first few days but becomes more de-habilitating as it progresses and by day 5 you can’t walk or anything around day 7 its incurable as it takes control of the brain, beginning to move again. (Its assumed consciousness is lost by the time they can stand, as they no seem to understand any languages, despite being physically able to speak in most cases.)

The internet is fine as its just in the UK, but staying in one place is dangerous as some of the diseased seem to have common sense. (Opening doors, using weapons, breaking down doors ect.) there are a very small amount of guns because its the uk, so most groups don’t have any.) Also just for shits and giggles, make the cure some random thing that makes no sense. (Example: Apples, pinecones, applying grape juice to the infected wound.)

Because of the smarter diseased, the two don’t stay in one place for so long, rotating between their four ‘bases’.. which are just Ran’s house, a small abandoned store they reinforced, a campsite in the woods and a store (like a costco if you know what that is) housing a larger group of survivors. (Ran and Y/N don’t have guns but the bigger group has like two and a small amount of ammo cuz one guy had a license for something, don’t ask me, he’s nice but kinda suspicious.)

ANYWAY. FUCK. THAT WAS ALL JUST WORLD BUILDING..

I was thinking a brief look at each base and then the main idea. for the main idea, while travelling from the group of strugglers to Ran’s house (their favourite base they would probably stay at all the time if they weren’t paranoid af), they hear something.

its a struggler, seemingly very hurt judging by the tone of voice, frequency of voice cracks and the gravelly sound of MAJOR overuse. Surprisingly the voice is familiar, the group had mentioned the person it belongs to not returning from a recent scouting session, the person they were with saying the got split up and couldn’t find the other.

Y/N and Ranboo quickly stop complaining to each other about the long (like half a day) travel, at the sound of slurred screams for help. However once they reach the sound, slowing to a halt, they don’t find the missing struggler.. not really.

ran and y/n be like; wait why are they just standing facing away from us there and not like on the ground or something.. and why do their eyes look so unfocused.. and why aren’t they saying anything other than ‘help’ ‘please’ or ‘help me’.. OH SHIT WHY THEY LOOK LIKE THAT, THEIR FACE IS ALL BLANK AND I CAN SEE THEIR FUCKIN RIBS.

They then basically have to get tf out of there as this super smart diseased chases them and isn’t dumb or anything. (Bonus if the diseased was me and had the first name star middle name Star and last name Moon teehee)

OKAY SO I FAILED BIG TIME, MOST OF THAT WAS WORLD BUILDING BUT STILL, ITS BEEN ALMOST 2 FUCKIN HOURS I WAS SUPPOSED TO SLEEP RIGHT AFTER THIS AND IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT.

ALSO ITS NOT EVEN MY ANGSTY ASSES FIRST IDEA.. In the first idea we were never there ran was just imagining us as a survival mechanism to motivate him to keep pushing, but then I was like oh wait thats a wee bit too dark-

NEXT TIME I SWEAR TO THE SUN IT WILL ONLY BE THE THREE WORDS. (And me celebrating that its so short-)

-✨🌌🌙 NOT Anon

I’ve learned to stop trusting you when you say “short”… this was SO hard to write for no reason 😭 I’m so sorry. This is so long it broke my tumblr too so…

Pairing: Cc!Ranboo x Fem!Reader

Apocalypse AU - Perception

You swore it happened overnight. Logically, you know that couldn’t have been true, but still. It felt like it. One day you were streaming, excited to be visiting Ranboo, and the next you were hiding in his house with a stockpile of kitchen knives.

Zombies.

Well, that’s not the official name for it. The official name was some type of disease, a scientist’s attempts at a cure for some virus gone wrong. According to the news, they thought their cure worked at first. Then their patient started biting people.

The world exploded.

Mostly the UK, as other countries were quick to shut down their borders, but the internet saw the chaos and ran with it. People started posting “survival guides” as jokes, but as the death toll rose the jokes slowed.

It wasn’t the so-called infected that were dying, though. No, those creatures live forever, even without 80% of their limbs. It was humans killing themselves (so they wouldn’t turn into an infected) or killing the infected to survive. Murder, maybe, but it wasn’t like anyone was going to jail.

Really, how can any government enforce laws during an apocalypse?

As most people said: shit hit the fan. Quick.

You and Ranboo got your shit together quick. Was it a bad thing he had anxiety through the roof? Yes. Was it extremely helpful during a fucking apocalypse? Hell yes.

The only good thing was that the infection only spread through open wounds. As long as you didn’t let a wound get contaminated, you were fine. The bad news? The infected practically wanted to maul you to create an open wound to infect.

Because of how quickly the infected could learn and adapt, you and Ranboo took to staying hidden. Mostly in his house, as it was huge and the most comfortable, but also in a few other places. It’s always better to be on the move, never letting the infected have a chance to sneak up on you.

“Ready to move to the store?” Ranboo asks, watching you kick dirt over the campfire the two of you had last night.

You had spent the night at your least favorite hideout: an old campground. There were fences that you and Ranboo had made certain were repaired, but sleeping in a tent in the outdoors wasn’t ideal.

Hence why the two of you only stayed there for one night at a time.

“Never been more ready.” You answer, glaring at the offending tent.

You shift the bag on your shoulders around, following Ranboo as he leads the two of you out of there.

The next base isn’t too far, it’s just a small convenience store that’s a day’s walk. All of your bases are in a circle formation so you can make a full loop back around. Also, so you don’t have to be walking for more than a day.

Neither one of you wants to be roaming at night.

“I vote that we have anything but beans for dinner.” You suggest, hurrying your pace to keep up with Ranboo’s long legs. If you have beans again, you’ll vomit.

“Soup?” He offers. “We’re running low.”

“Maybe we can skip dinner tonight and meet up with the big group a day early.” It’s not smart to break from your pattern, you know, but you’re dying here. Besides, the big group of survivors at the third base always had good food. They took shelter in a Costco, meaning they had all the food they needed right where they were living.

He gives a worried look, hesitating. “Should we break from routine? The routine has kept us, like, alive.”

“But what if the infected are catching onto the routine?” You counter, stepping over a rotted log.

“What if going early disrupts the balance of the world?” When you look at him, he’s grinning.

Of course, that’s right when a branch snaps out in the forest. Both of you halt, with you crouching down to grab a long and pointy stick. You’ll use it like a stake if you have to.

Nothing pops out after a few tense moments of silence, but both of you know better than to talk. If there’s even a chance an infected could hear you…

“We can skip dinner.” Ranboo whispers to you.

The rest of the walk is done in silence.

When you arrive at the convenience store, the two of you split up. You check for infected, poking around in every single dark corner. He gets the job of shoving empty metal shelves in front of the doors, just like you always do.

The infected might be strong enough to get past them, but the noise of it will at least wake you and Ranboo up. And, speaking of sleep, you can’t wait to crash on the pile of blankets in the store’s tiny bathroom.

When you two had originally found the store, you both deemed that the bathroom was the safest place to be. As such, it became the “bedroom” too. Not in the stalls, of course, and only in bathroom, so the toilets could still be used.

You head past the portable stovetop, shining your flashlight through the storage room. No food tonight, so you didn’t need to worry about heating it up.

You make your way through the empty shelves, double-checking the total lack of infected. Beneath your shoes, the linoleum is covered in dirt and mud.

“Coast is clear.” You announce.

“Door is barricaded.” Ranboo calls back, wiping his hands after drawing a smiley face in the dust. You can’t help but laugh at the sight. “Let’s get to bed early.” He adds on.

“Smart thinking. More energy from sleeping.” You nod. Thank God you had him, otherwise you would’ve been dead a long time ago.

Like the campsite, the two of you never stayed long at this store. It just felt sketchy. Like the infected would pop out of thin air.

There and then not, that’s the best way to survive. Eventually, some country will figure out a curse, and this will all be a crazy thing to put in history textbooks. Until then, you’re stuck migrating from Ranboo’s house, to a campsite, to a little store, to a Costco, and back to Ranboo’s house.

Anything to survive, right?

-

By the time you and Ranboo make it to the Costco with the larger group of people, your stomach is growling loudly. You wonder what they’re making. Chicken? Mashed potatoes? Oh, what you wouldn’t give for those little meatball things.

The red Costco sign is still bright above the main entrance, and you glare at it as you walk past. How dare it be so normal? How dare it remain the same, even when everything about your world has been turned upside down?

He leads the way to the back entrance, pausing with his fist raised. There’s a secret knocking code to get in, one that changes every few weeks.

“You remember it, right?” Ranboo asks you nervously, eyes flicking between the door and you.

Oh fuck. All you can do is stare blankly at him.

“Oh. Oh okay. Guess we can’t get in today, that’s fine, that’s really—“ he starts, lowering his hand with the same expression.

“Three knocks!” You blurt out. You knew it was in you somewhere!

He relaxes, nodding. “Three knocks.”

You step up, knocking for him. After a few seconds, the door swings wide open, revealing a woman with ripped jeans, a baggy shirt, red hair, and a bat.

“Oh, it’s you two.” She sighs. “In.”

Ranboo and you glance at each other before you step in. Normally they’re happy to see you’re both still alive, but maybe it’s just been a long day.

“Hungry? We’ve got burgers, made a few extra just in case.”

“Fuck ye—“ you start, only for Ranboo to elbow you.

“Yes please.” He says politely.

Screw him, there’s no time to be polite in the apocalypse.

The woman leads you to the food court, where everyone is gathered. You can already see a few people you remember the names of, including Sketchy Sam. Sketchy Sam wasn’t his actual name of course—it was just Sam—but it seemed to fit the man. He’s the one who supplied weapons to the group back in the beginning. And although he’s always seemed nice, you just can’t trust him.

Never trust a man with random weapons, that’s your motto.

“Is it just me, or do they see disappointed to see us?” You whisper to Ranboo. He nods slightly, leaning down.

“Oh yeah.” He agrees quietly.

The two of you grab some food and refill your water bottles quickly. There’s something tense in the air, like everyone is on edge. But you can’t figure out anything wrong.

“Hey.” You greet Sketchy Sam, sitting down across from him. Ranboo gives you a panicked look, but reluctantly sits too.

Listen, you don’t want to engage with Sketchy Sam, but he’s the most likely to know what’s going on. And he’ll be willing to tell you. For as odd as he is, he’s friendly too.

Sketchy Sam jerks his head upwards in a greeting.

“Is everything okay?” Very tactful question. Not too pointed, not too—

“We were hoping you’d be Star.” Another woman jumps in. She pops a chip into her mouth, crunching loudly. “They went out on a scouting mission, then vanished.”

“Vanished?” Ranboo repeats urgently. “Where?”

“Fuck knows. Thats what vanished means.” The woman rolls her eyes. “We haven’t heard from ‘em.”

“I’m sure they’re around somewhere.” You quickly say. “I mean, they’re smart, right? Everyone in this group is.”

“Won’t last without a weapon.” Sketchy Sam grunts.

“Star is smart, Sam. They’ll be fine out there, they’re just making their way back.” The woman insists, turning away from Sam to appeal to you. “They’re a good survivalist. Smart. No infected would get them, and everyone knows it. They’ll be back soon enough.”

You didn’t have the most hope, but you weren’t going to voice that. For all you knew, this woman was friends with the Star person. And maybe they actually are just fine.

Ranboo seems to have the same thoughts, because he knocks his knee against yours in a silent request for you to not say anything. Sometimes people need to cling onto their hopes.

“Right.” Ranboo nods at the woman. “And we can look for them too, when we’re traveling.”

She smiles—practically beams—back. “That’d be great. Our scouts keep looking, but you two go much farther than them. You’ll find them.”

Christ. Lying to this woman and saying you’ll look for her probably-dead-or-infected friend seems low, even for you. So instead, you stuff your face with food, changing the subject to the weather.

-

Leaving the Costco is the worst. It’s like departing from a utopia, just to be stuck trekking through the real world again. And it took forever to walk back to Ranboo’s house.

The two of you had stayed a few days with the others, but left right on schedule, per usual. Their missing person still hadn’t shown up though, which only served to convince you they were definitely dead.

“We should get electric scooters.” You tell Ranboo. “I bet we’d get places so much faster.”

“Where would we get one of those?” He asks, and you can practically feel the eye roll.

“Don’t know, but we should. It’s so hot and this walk takes forever.”

“What if we started running?”

“Does it look like I’ve got lanky ass legs?”

“My legs are not that—“

The two of you are cut off by a piercing shriek. You suppose it depends on your perspective, but that definitely sounded human.

“Help!” Someone shouts, and you tense. “Help me!”

“Is that a survivor?” Ranboo asks. “Are they alright?”

“Do they sound alright?” You don’t wait for an answer, instead sprinting toward the voice.

“I need help! Someone save me!”

Their voice cracks, and you wince at the sound. They sound like they’ve been dehydrated for days, or maybe they’ve been screaming for days.

Could this be Star? From the group?

“Help! Somebody! I need you!” They call out.

You crash through some bushes into a clearing, Ranboo hot on your heels. He practically trips over you when you stop abruptly.

There, across from you, you can see a person. They’re hunched over, arms hanging oddly. For a second, nobody moves.

“Uh, hey, we’re here to help?” Ranboo says, confused. “You good?”

“Please…” They whisper, turning slowly.

The air in your lungs freeze.

The person—the infected—has glazed over eyes, practically white. Their jaw hangs open: what’s left of it at least. And their stomach is ripped open, pearly white ribs shining in the daylight as you spot long trails of intestines wrapped around them.

Star was infected.

Star was infected, and you just ran right into them.

“Go! Go!” Ranboo shouts, grabbing your arm and pulling you along with him.

You can hear Star running after the two of you, making low groaning noises. “Need help… help…” they groan.

It was a trap. You got fucking baited.

From your perspective, it had only seemed like someone who needed help. You should’ve known not to trust something like that in the apocalypse though.

“We’re close to home.” Ranboo calls to you, ducking under a branch.

You push him toward a bush, hoping that the infected will get caught in it. It’ll take longer, but it’ll be worth it.

Except, when you emerge from the other side, the infected is staggering toward you from the side. It went around the bush. It knew to go around the bush.

What the fuck were you up against?

They—it?—grabs your arm, and you scream in surprise. When you try to tug yourself away, its grip doesn’t budge.

Ranboo grabs a branch, swinging it into the infected’s face and sending it staggering back. The second it’s stunned, he’s back to dragging you while running.

You can see the house through the trees, tall and safe.

“Stop. Need help!” The infected screams at you, making your ears ring from the sheer volume.

Ranboo bursts into the backyard, heading for the ladder leaned against the side of the house. That’s your way in, because the infected typically don’t have enough limbs to climb. Or the coordination.

“You first.” He orders, and you don’t waste time by arguing. Besides, you have the shorter legs so you’ll take up less space on the ladder.

Quickly, you scale the ladder, fumbling with the window latch. Your hands are slick with sweat, and you fumble with it once. Twice.

On the third try, it pops open, and you throw yourself in headfirst. Not wasting time to scramble to your feet, you turn to grab Ranboo’s hand and haul him in.

But after a moment, it doesn’t appear.

You lean out the window, fingers gripping the windowsill tightly as you look down.

He’s nowhere in sight.

[thebrookesnook]

looks at u while sliding a piece of paper that just says ‘Suonuma’ on it as i look at you with the biggest baby seal eyes 👀 is it romantic? platonic? some secret third thing that astounds and maybe confuses the local populace?

oh sweet Mari, you opened the gates and let the brainrot out.

This is a little long because i cannot shut up about these two or be brief about them.

SO 👏

First question: i see them very much as enemies-to-something because i personally dont mind either or, they just got smthing going on and everyone can tell (and by everyone i mean shishitoren and nirei).

My love for this pair started out as a crackship ever since i saw them banter for the first time.

(Chapter 8)

They're so fruity and for what. SUO WAS COMING IN SO STRONG AND KANUMA WAS NOT THAT. Now Kanuma, lovely boy he is, but at the time I went "who and where was the adorable and cute, he's being a brat if anything"—i see it now tho. (Also yes, im very much aware it was a taunt in the way someone would taunt someone being childish bUT STILL-)

And then their fight?? Absolutely humiliating for Kanuma but Suo's (lowkey) sadistic tendencies really shines a light and it's because of the former! (and other things but mostly kanuma's actions, so let's ignore that for now) In all seriousness, this fight was the first time we see Suo emotional since he was likely angry at the other for being immature, self-centered and hypocritical. All he's hearing from Kanuma was "me, me, me" so when he finally puts him in his place, his face was showing his sick satisfaction for the latter's humiliation mirroring the Kanuma's short-lived humilitation towards a downed Saruwatari (aka dude who got pummeled by Togame in their first meeting). Giving out due punishment in hopes of teaching him a lesson. (which is giving brat tamer vibes- 🤭)

The fight also sparked a change in Kanuma—who was also affected by Choji's change when he became the leader, likely influenced by his closeness to Choji (being close friends and all) and had let his ego get the better of him—and had done some reflecting, taking Suo's words to heart. Which is why we still see him in Shishitoren, because clearly they knew they needed to change and they were going to fix the problems they created/aggravated instead of running away.

(Chapter 116)

Suo being so surprised and curious to see Kanuma there and then redirecting the conversation back to Kanuma's lack of response was just the cherry on top for solidifying these two for me. They're in the middle of an all-out war and Suo's chatting him up like they're pals catching up on a regular Tuesday was ugHHHH OKAY SUO, I SEE WHERE YOUR PRIORITIES LIE.

(Chapter 116)

"I swear I'll never let you toy with me again!" Sir, that's hmm...you're still letting him get to your head cuz you were looking for him in Chapter 159. You're honestly lying to yourself rn.

Speaking of, it would be one thing if Kanuma's the only one being hyperaware of the other's presence (makes sense) it's a wHOLE OTHER THING WHEN EVEN SUO'S LOOKING FOR HIM TOO LIKE??? *gestures wildly*

(Chapter 159-161)

Whatever is going on between these two, it's mutual.

(Chapter 161)

Everyone is seeing this, everyone is acknowledging/amused/exasperated by it. Suo's probably happy that Kanuma had take his words to heart but the latter is still traumatized by him that it makes the whole thing hilarious.

I love them, i love their interactions. i wanted to be a fly buzzing thru them just to hear whatever the Suo said to Kanuma because he's a shit stirrer and he's proud of it.

Even if i do pair them with anyone else, they're still gonna have that weird tension between them that i will fondly hold close to my heart. They give me "i can fix him energy" and SUO DID, while also giving him nightmares 😃👍.