#trying to think about how they mustve felt when making them

[cottoncandywoof]

👉👈 ive been trying my best... i think partly it helped to be poor, since i couldnt really get references done, so i was like "fine... ill do it myself". and seeing improvement has been... insane. ive been sometimes sad about my own art, but... some of the latest things actually working?? wheww

Appreciation post for all the beginner artists who work hard despite the AI ​​looming over us. You are fabulous. You are precious. Keep up the hard work, you are needed.

[pkmoth]

having swap au thoughts. *slaps roof of claus* there's so much mental illness in this guy. im gonna blow up everyone in the room and then myself

[sourscheming]

Why the Tacomic scene in II 2 17 isnt as bad as some of you are making it out to be

II 2 17 SPOILERS BELOW!!

ive seen many people say they absolutely despise the tacomic scene in ii 2 17 due to many reasons. mainly being that the scene felt too rushed or that microphone was heavily out of character.

and while i can agree with these claims when looking at this scene from a first glance, ive realized this scene requires a lot more additional context and reflection to fully understand, using tiny bits and pieces left for us. and its my job to help glue them up! hope you enjoy my rambling :)

Arguement 1: Mic is very OOC

when first looking at this scene i can agree that yes microphone is very out of character. her acting so nonchalant, just playing off tacos actions. but let me tell you why shes not as ooc as some of you might think. first: a tweet from brian

“mic had always had a tendency to let taco off the hook” and this is very true! she will always try and play off taco’s actions due to how much she cares about her. and. with this being a life or death situation, she really didnt want to make a mountain out of a molehill and potentially die without any closure with taco. her playing off tacos actions might feel like its ooc, but it makes so much more sense whennyou consider their history and the fact thst in someways microphone still yearns and loves taco. she yearns for taco a 7/10 it used to be higher!! (source: brians streams) she still really loves taco despite everything.

i know what pissed many people off was microphone acting so… natural. she wasnt mad or anything. she was just so chill about it all when she shouldve been mad, right? i definitely agree with that, but most people seem to be forgetting this line

(nice callback to this scene btw)

but back to the point; mic hears everything. microphone always knew taco was in the hotel because she heard her. and doing this she had time to reflect and gather her thoughts so she wasn’t screaming at taco or getting mad irrationally. and keep in mind microphone most likely heard taco crying and screaming about pickle dying, i dont think she wanted to push her to do that again. hearing taco, the one who presented herself to be so strong and evil, just sobbing her heart out mustve been terrifying.

now i also wanted to bring up this:

microphone knows about the events of episode 15 and was most likely told taco died and why. she knows taco can die due to heavy emotional distress. acting angry and irrational and not sitting down to talk about wouldve stressed her out more and they couldve potentially lost her too. the reason why shes so chill about isnt because shes not upset about everything, it was because if she was, she risked the chance of loosing taco.

another tweet from brian to show microhone doesnt forgive taco yet, but she definitely woud in the future if taco proved herself:

and again it may not look like this in the episode, but microphones nonchalant attitude comes with a lot of jabs at taco, showing that she doesnt truly forgive her. plus, microphone never utters the words “i forgive you” once.

but the reason why shes able to move on so easily is because of how well she knows taco. taco had always struggled with apologizing, as seen in episode 13. she’s almost never used the word sorry consciously.

microphone had always been a big softie for taco being at least a bit sincere, so imagine how she felt when taco went fully sincere. and she knew she couldn’t just hug her and say i forgive you on a whim, so she sorta had to play it off to keep everything on track.

and this scene is so. impactful because of just what it represents. microphone had always been about “doing the right thing” and taco begrudgingly respected her wishes. but to see taco DOING the right thing mustve been such a turning point for microphone. shown her that taco CAN change, that she wants to. it solidifies that the care that microphone had wasnt one sided, taco LEARNED something from her. shes learning how to be better. shes trying because she wants to be with microphone. i think thats what really strikes a chord, she gained something, a friend.

Arguement 2: The scene felt really rushed

oh i definitely agreed with this at first. this segment will be much shorter because it’s basically hammering into your head that HEY they were in a LIFE OR DEATH SITUATION!!!

microphone needed to quickly rush taco out in order to keep her safe, they needed to do it quickly so they wouldnt die. again, mic wouldve reached out sooner but the situation was so stressful she only did it now. taco probably wouldve died if she didnt come out, and they all knew the onpy way they could pry her out was with someone she cared about.

do i wish they got 5 more minutes to talk? fuck yes, but also keep in mind they barely had time to do anything, so much was happening all at once they had to shoehorn something in. and with the points i listed earlier again, this was probably the best they could do due to circumstance.

CLOSING THOUGHTS

overall, while i do think this scene was rushed, theres still beauty to be had with it. its still really impactful when reflecting on it and i dont think it devalues the tacomic arc as much as some of you make it out to.

i wish there was more to this scene but i think what we got was pretty substantial especially considering everything that happened in ii 2 17.

they both still care for eachother, they both loved eachother so much, that they were able to put their grievances aside so they could spend their final moments together.

thanks for reading <3

[vivicas-dollhouse]

Built for sin; a creepypasta (y/n) fic

Part 2

Notes: afab reader, she/her pronouns, mentions of murder, blood, sexual themes, not meant for minors!! Im not trying to catch a case!!

Enjoy :)

Laying in your bed, the absence of Jack felt cold. He had been summoned for a mission, but you felt so alone. Downstairs, people were yelling, not an uncommon occurrence but still annoying.

You dragged yourself to an upright position, sitting on the edge of your bed. Your room was in contrast to the rest of the mansion, clean and comfortable. Led lights lined the roof, turning your room a dark purple. You clicked on the lights to plain white, getting up and putting on your slippers. You felt your stomach move a bit, realizing you hadn't eaten in god knows how long. You groaned. Making food was damn near impossible in the mansion, no one ever went grocery shopping and you couldnt save food because someone else would eat it almost instantly.

You shuffled out the door, the mansions slight buzzing ambiance telling you slender was somewhere near. You had already done your job, always doing things right after you were told to avoid the punishment other proxys got for tardiness. You have had enough punishments in your life, with plenty of scars to prove it.

You plopped down the stairs, half asleep. It mustve been about two in the morning, moonlight shining into the dark living room. Ben was sitting on the couch, he and Jeff playing mario kart, the blue light of the screen illuminating their faces. That was the screaming you had heard, they had a years long rivalry and too much pride to call a truce. You walked over to the fridge, opening it and seeing that there was nothing. Not suprising.

“Hey, do either of you want to go to the store?” You called out to Ben and Jeff. You were ignored. You sighed, walking over to the boys and tapping them.

“(Y/N) what do you want, cant you see I'm busy?” Jeff groaned, not really in a mad way, but in a way that made you want to pester him, just to piss him off.

“Whens the last time you won against him anyway, just drive me to the store,” you groaned, pushing Jeff in the shoulder.

“Fuck off,” he barked, swearing as Ben passed him.

Ben laughed. “HA, suck my dick,” he mocked.

“You wish, fucking virgin,” Jeff yelled, screaming in frustration as he lost.

You pushed him in the head lightly. He whipped around to look at you. “Fuck you think your doing??” He growled.

You kept a cold face, not giving in to his tough guy persona. “Ill buy you ice cream,”

Jeff weighed the options in his head, glaring at you. You couldn't help but notice his nervous fidgeting with the controler.

“Fine, but I'm not paying for anything. Get me a mask.”

“Yes sir,” you replied, then freezing. You hadnt meant it sexually, but that seemed to be how he took it. You felt a tension you didn't know what to do about as you watched the blank expression on his face. A deep uneasy feeling was pooling in your gut, but maybe it was butterflies.. or vomit.

“Sooooo…. are you guys going?” Ben introjected, breaking the tension.

“Uhhhh….” Jeff looked at you and back at Ben. “Yeah, you want anything?”

[jaemified]

I COULD NEVER LIE TO YOU.

“maybe i finally understood why you were the way you were. or maybe you just never tried to understand me.”

☆ pairing ; toxic bf lee chan x fem reader

☆ genre ; hurt, ANGST, no comfort, toxic relationship, y/n vents but she has no one, slightly suggestive content

☆ warnings ; swearing, drinking, implied substance abuse, mentions of cheating and sex, y/ns insecure af (and only cz he made her that way), chans a gaslight and manipulator but also very possessive !!

☆ wordcount ; 0.9k

☆ synopsis ; youve been struggling with a toxic relationship for years now, but you had no one to tell that to, or anyone thatd believe you at least. so while your boyfriend slips out for the night to god knows where, you use this time to write down and express everything youve bottled up all this time.

☆ kona speaks ! - i think its funny how i always start with swearing in cw when its not anywhere near the worst thing in the story LMAOAOAOA anyway sorry i havent uploaded in FOREVER.. college is so hard (+i love my new format! all my drafts from the past 2 months are written like this:))

!disclaimer!, this is a pure work of fiction and is not in any way related to chan and his personality! purely for entertainment purposes only, and for me to express some thoughts :)

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OCTOBER 31, 2023

you had left me on my own yet again. its not like i had any true friends left to be with anyway, after you scared them all off, that is.

who knows where you couldve gone.

no, the real you.

my sweet, sweet channie i fell in love with all those years ago.

where could you have gone?

maybe i wasnt good enough, maybe i wasnt pretty enough.

or maybe you werent understanding enough.

i always thought it was me, but maybe it was you all this time.

i like to think back at when we were last happy, god. that mustve been ages ago, just about.

it was.. my 16th birthday?

-my 16th birthday-

it was.. the day we had to put my dog down. my puppy since i was young. i remember it all clearly now.

i was..

-i was..-

we, we were 17.

mmm, my dog was probably my best friend. the realest one in a while.

i remember how you were there for me, even took me to my favorite donut shop to distract me while you tried so hard to make me laugh.

it worked.

i wish you were still you when we were young.

my sweet channie.

where could you have gone?

i could care less about your whereabouts.

i could care less about how you told me i was lying and that you knew i loved you whenever i tried expressing how i felt about us now.

but maybe i just want to be loved again.

maybe i just want to feel something again.

and i know it cant be with you.

i remember the last time you brought me out we were at mingyus halloween party last year.

nobody could find you, so i went to look for you myself.

i noticed your location was still shared with me, and not any of your friends.

so i tracked you to our car.

-our-

i tracked you to your car.

(since nothing that was yours was mine anyway)

and there you were.

fucking some random girl in the backseat.

that was the last day i saw any of my friends.

you never let me out again.

“you cant go, youll just be in my way.” you said before you left for soonyoungs christmas party.

“you cant go, i cant bare to see you hurt again.” you told me before i was about to leave to my own birthday party planned by my friends.

“you cant go, youll just play victim in front of all my friends and cry about how i fucked another girl.” you told me before you left a few hours ago.

i never know with you. but, i know deep down you care.

somewhere.

its always how y/n cant go here, y/n cant do this. or, shes too busy, we have something planned, shes not home.

even in the way you always spoke over me i knew you were just trying to speak for me.

but what about you?

why cant i have a say in anything you do? why do i get everything taken from me? why did you scare off all my friends and even make your friends hate me too?

you always came home high or on something whenever a different girl each time, dropped you off after you came back from a different party.

i never missed the way theyd look at me.

as if you said something about me.

because you know i never forget the look on someones face

it wasnt till later when i found out from wonwoo that everything you did to me, you told those girls thats what i did to you.

i learned to be quiet though.

i learned to sit there and smile, and just take it.

there was nothing i could do though, theres nothing that couldve changed your actions.

i mean, i cant control you.

so why can you control me?

the channie i knew from when we were 20 wouldve consoled me and been there for me.

the channie i knew from when we were 15 wouldve just laughed about how mr seo accidentally buzzed his head in the boys locker room.

the channie i knew from when we first met in grade school wouldnt even have thought about doing half the things you do now.

so where did we go wrong?

i still think about that.

was it, when we hit puberty?

was it, when we moved out?

was it, when we graduated?

our first date?

the day i found out you cheated?

y/n scoffed as she looked at the giant brown teddy bear in the corner of the room that chan had won for her on their first date.

she let out an annoyed sigh, thinking back, looking back at whatever point in time that couldve even reflected a glimpse of this change in him.

it was too subtle, but too sudden, for her to even remember.

she took a sip of her ginger ale before picking up her pen and scribbling some more in her diary that only she had the key to.

who knows what he’d do if he saw all the things she said about him.

you really werent much help.

nevertheless, i still love you.

i really fucking love you.

i know you do too.

i know a part of you inside still cares for me.

i could even cry thinking about it.

yeah, i realize i dont get out much.

but you never hurt me.

physically, at least.

the emotional damage is beyond repair though.

but i know theres still a bit of the you from our youth left.

i see it in the way you look at me.

no matter how mad,

how upset,

how happy,

how sad you were,

whether you were high,

whether you were drunk,

even when we were younger too.

you always looked at me the same.

that softened gaze and warm eyes.

the eyes never change. the eyes dont lie.

i mean, you could deny it (which id only laugh if you tried), but your eyes tell.

maybe thats why im still holding on.

maybe im just waiting for the boy i first fell in love with to randomly come back.

the chances are slim.

but i still hope.

im holding on.

by a thread, at least.

not like you’d let me leave anyway.

i could say how theres still love left within us

probably, somewhere

but when was the last time we were genuinely happy?

what do you get out of this?

because it isnt happiness. it cant be. you wouldnt be here if you were.

we’re both miserable. i see it and feel it.

it’s like, im just here for you.

i can understand the pressure though.

everyone would ask “how did you make it through college?” “how did you make it through high school?”

they dont understand though. you kinda made me

-you kinda made me-

they dont understand though.

i mean,

maybe i finally understood why you were the way you were

or maybe you just never tried to understand me.

i could tell you all of these things.

but i couldnt.

because i could never ‘lie’ to you.

[abyssalgalaxy]

Ive been reading the reigen manga finally so have my live thoughts that i wrote while reading it

Spoilers to the REIGEN manga ofc, actual proper comments at the end of it

Tome

TOMEEE YAY

Tome witnessing the highshcool girl with a toast trope I love it, sending tropes out of the window like always <3

Tome has a UFO bag!!!

Oughhh she feels like an outcast, give this girl the chance to infodump

Hi reigen

REIGEN AND TOME ARE BOTH LIKE THAT LMAOO THE FREE TIME DUO

I get why hes trying to get her away, it is a dangerous job, but he def does kinda see her as a nuisance

Serizawa

Hii serizawa!!!! :DDDDD

Reigen fucked up lmfao

oh nvm Serizawa saves the day :D

Dimple

Tome's teacher kinda looks like the first guy from the first episode/chapter, Taro I think was his name, it would be funny if he were lol

"Giving her my powers" I SEE WHERE THIS IS GOING HEHEHE

The ghost actually does look kinda scary wow

DIMPLEEE LETS GOOOOOOO

Roshuuto

So she really just fuckin brough him to S&S

So this is the infamous Roshuuto

My fuckin god Reigen is so cringe sometimes/aff/, bro wtf do you mean by spiritual level????

HIS CONTACTS ARE ALL MIDDLESCHOOLERS HELP

HE FUCKING FELL FOR THE SPIRITUAL LEVEL THING

BOTH JODO AND ROSHUUTO FELL FOR IT HOLY SHIT

I thought Jodo was gonna cook, he didnt do shit

Ooh shit, things are starting to go down

Oooh fuck

YAAAY SERIZAWAAA unless...

ok <3 yay <3

Roshuuto is a diiiick

So Tome heard reigen cus she trusts him, and Hoshida heard Roshuuto cus he trusted him too, only to be left to die, damn

Also reigen heard tome beacuse he worries and actually cares about her

Tips

Ooo Serizawa flexing his powers, imagine that in anime, i see a lot of potential

Wagh Serizawa has learned a lot from Reigen and Mob, hes changed a lot from the first time we saw him

Its interesting how this is the first time we see the "Psychic powers are not special" on a non esper

IN THE SPANISH VERSION SHE CALLS HIM LIL DIMPLE BASICALLY LMAOO

So theyre trying to make her realize that psychic powers arent special and to see beyond other things that could interest her, its basically what mob does in the series, but this time it's Tome's turn to learn

I felt a little "I love my job beacuse I get to be around people i like" from reigen when he was gonna tell her about why he works but HE DIDNT

Oh imagine the salt panel in an anime adaptation he would look cool

Salt splash

Is it me or did the artstyle change, it looks a bit more like the anime

SO SHES BEEN THROWING SALT

GET SALTED IDIOT

Oh shit hes gonna say it

OH HE ACTUALLY DID SAY IT I didnt think he'd say the truth

Ow that did kinda hurt, but it makes sense, he does care about her, hes trying to protect her

Reigen

Oh hey its the anime girl again

Rip hoshida again lol

Oh they changed the lion joke here, in this translation it was translated as "Why dont lions like fast food? Beacuse they cant catch it" lol

OOOOH WE'RE SEEING THE GIRLS OTHER SIDES LETS GOOOOO

SHE MAKES YAOI

WEIRD GIRLIES I LOVE THEM SO MUCHHH AAAAAA

SHE GETS IT NOW YAAAAAY

What the fuck happened to roshuuto

SERI NOOO WTF IS HAPPENING

DIMPLE WASNT ABLE TO HELP EITHER???

ROSHUUTO UR A DIIIIIIIIIICK WTFFF I GET IT BUT WHYYY

FIUWHECOIQUEOCQIERGQOIERCHQOEWU9CHQOWEIFFQHE8FQ7HW9F8QU294F7QH28FQHWEJ

THE HUG OUGH

HE TOOK IT

HOOO NOOO

OH whats he gonna do

Oh fuck

Aw hes hugging it

OH OH I SEE

Oh it worked! I think

OH NO THAT CANT BE MOB IT CANT

I WAS TOLD HE DIDNT APPEAR HERE

Oh hes just grabbing his ass by the suit

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO unless...

YAAAY, I didnt hink Mob would actually show up, I thought some other thing would appear but yayyyy

I wonder if he ever told mob what actually happened

N you can tell its mob cus the first thing he says its asking reigen again to not call him so suddenly also he sees mob cus reigen trusts mob

Aw they just go for ramen, ngl he deserves one, that mustve been stressful

LMAO ROSHUUTO

He doesnt even know math

NONE OF THEM KNOW MATH

Final thoughts: That was so fun to read omg, we really need an anime adaptation or a movie even that could work too Aside from that, I get why its called REIGEN and not TOME despite Tome being the protagonist, the spinoff it is about Reigen, its about what he taught to mob and others, the core message of the series "You arent special" Tome's arc here is understanding that. She feels lonely and bored beacuse she cant be herself in this new enviroment, shes an outsider, different from the other girls that are just interested in superficial things so she goes to s&s to be around things that she enjoys, ghosts, cursed places, psychic powers, etc. She isnt seeing that theres more things to see However she then realizes that the rest of the girls do have that problem of feeling like an outsider beacuse of their interests and when they realize that theyre all weird they start trusting each other and start to fully enjoy their company, she understands that her situation is not special, theres many more people that accept her as she is, she starts enjoying the connection she has with others, shes found a place where she fits in Thats what reigen did, he was able to find a place where he can be with the help of others, this ones about apreciating the connections we make with others

Ok my thoughts were kinda scrambled so I hope that makes sense, thanks for reading my shits <3

[pigeonsareevil]

Idk about all of you but it never sat right with me when people portrayed Dutch as evil, manipulative and money driven ever since begining. I mean pre-canon pre-gang begining.

I think if it really was that way there would be no way the gang would trust him that much and that blindly after making so many bad and dangerous decisions. I know from expierience that emotional manipulation can go far but not that far. I simply cant see the younger him as the giant asshole that he becomes during the second game. I believe that, in order to achieve this level of trust and loyalty he mustve really loved all of them.

In a way, i think he also loves them during the course of the second game in his own, twisted way. I think he truly wanted to get them out of the trouble he caused, but had no idea how, and with his own paranoia and whispers about traitor in the gang, he kept making desperate decisions that in the end, resulted in even more trouble and suffering.

Now, i know there were no traitors in the gang (not counting Micah) and if he got his head out of his ass he would probably realise that but sometimes i think about how he mustve felt, thinking that someone that he loved, raised and gave so much to, would turn back on him and the rest of their family, let them die for a pile of cash, not even realising he himself was doing exactly that, but that feeling alone would be enough to drive someone crazy.

Combine this with the grief he mustve felt for the fallen members and the fact that none of this has ever happened before Blackwater, he must have thought that him failing and showing weakness would be the reason someone would betray him and it would explain his insane plans and attempts at regaining control over the situation, only realising just how wrong he had been when he saw Arthur dying at his feet.

Im not apologising him and DEFINETELY not trying to paint him as innocent. He did manipulate Arthur and many others during the game but i think it came from a different place then just wanting money. And of course he wanted the money, his greed was one of the many reasons the gang ended the way it did but there were deeper reasons as to why he wanted them so desperately, besides just for the sake having them and i choose to believe it was because he really wanted to provide and have enough for his family to live comfortably.

I just think the way he acted during the second game was, as tragic as that sounds, mostly out of fear of losing the people he saw as his family. Not even realising it would be that fear that would eventually kill them all off.

[reco-obsessed]

HC ANON HERE!!!!!! do u have hcs for...baby reko? :333

howdy there my hc anon . im sorry im late to respond once again . the truth is i have a lot less headcanons for baby reko, at least off the top of my head . a lot of these will be centric around alice too because a lot of the focus of when she was a kid was around them as siblings .

i think reko started doing rebellious / "bad" kid stuff even before her "official" rebellion in middle school, at least in small ways. if i remember correctly she says crap in one of her lines during the minisode, which while really not that bad of curse word, is probably hot shit for an 8-12 year old. her parents suspected her of being a defiant kid for a long time, but they never relented against it or disapproved until she was older, figuring she would grow out of it.

she was probably a really sporty, stereotypically tomboyish kid

alice was the complete opposite

i imagine most of her friends as a little kid were boys who she'd play sports and stuff with. mightve had a "not like other girls" phase (or, for a transfem baby reko, it couldve just been an exaggerated "boys rule girls drool" type of thing).

which is why she definitely doesnt wanna watch weird sparkly magical girl shows, okay ?!? ewwwwwww !!!!!!! its not her fault alice always gets to the tv first (and that she never tries to change the channel...)

and if one of the girl characters makes her feel weird than thats neither nor there .

i dont think she developed an interest in make up and more feminine fashion until later- when she was later in her teens, and she had more of a capacity to unpack things like gender expression and the ability to perform femininity for other women, not men.

classic case of pushing away girly stuff as a kid because she was always told it was about being "pretty for boys" and other reductive ideas. she always had a distaste for that. on the other hand, she mightve been able to tell she felt a certain way about other girls (whether that be wanting to be one or wanting to be with them) at an early age, and that probably reinforced her rejection of girly things, too.

expanding more on alice. he liked playing outside, sure, but he couldnt really keep up with her, and especially not her friends. he probably got teased a lot, but especially by the kind of people reko liked hanging out with. if she was there to try and shield him, that was one thing... but he couldnt just borrow friends from her, even if he wanted to. theyd probably throw rocks at him or something

alice liked quieter stuff. reading books, plays, video games, watching cartoons and drawing stuff for them. more of a homebody. reko would try to participate in this stuff with him, but especially as she got older, it became more and more the other way around. reko getting better at him with piano was just one thing; more and more, he noticed other ways he couldnt keep up with her as she grew up. he wasnt a runner, he didnt like horsing around, and he couldnt handle even light teasing from boys his age. in the end, usually reko would be the one comforting him instead of the other way around.

i dont think alice developed a more competitive, rough and tough streak until he was older. theres the chance he had the rare hints of it as a kid (maybe one boy he had a bit of rivalry with or something where he wouldnt take it lying down), but his mom discouraged it. reko would support the contrary, but in the end, alice listened to his mother back then, which i think she mightve resented a little as a kid, on account of not being able to fully understand how he mustve felt.

i think alice would often try to include reko in his hobbies. 'can i watch you play that level' 'i drew us as sonic characters' and such. baby reko is mostly ambivalent but she tries her best.

alice probably had a couple of girl (space) friends, though i get the feeling he mightve struggled making friends with girls too. i think his friends were less gender-bound and more just about common ground. there was probably at least one or two quieter boys his age he was able to become friends with (though, how that panned out is questionable; theres a good chance theyd be like, 'youre a girl so i have a crush on you' and then not want to be friends if he didnt reciprocate).

i think despite her 'not-like-other-girls' phase she couldve easily been kind of jealous of him for being able to become friends with girls. she'd be all "eewwwww i dont wanna be around girls theyre all obsessed with boys and make up and they never want to get dirt on them" but then secretly wonder why only alice got to be around them huh. she would totally never wanna go to a tea party even a little bit but also why does only alice get to do it. i think reko did genuinely want to be friends with other girls as a kid, but probably fumbled it or couldnt make much progress because she got so used to being friends with boys. her struggling to read a "woman's heart" and all that.

oh, heres an important one: i think their mother was fairly spiritual, and probably read them a lot of horror stories and folklore as kid. i might be repeating myself i genuinely cant tell. i think theres a good shot their mother probably did things like reading them ghost stories before bed. shed just go 'and then they all died because they didnt change their bed sheets when mama said to. goodnight, mommy loves you' while baby reko and alice are there holding onto each other and shaking.

i think theres the possibility reko tried to get over her fear of ghosts and the dark as a kid and accidentally made it worse. read a really scary story or watch a 18+ horror movie as a kid when no ones looking thinking if she just sit through this, then none of the other kids will be able to make fun of her for it again, only to have debilitating nightmares for at least a week. so she has to wake up alice every night big wet eyes style so she can ask:

"are you sure there are no skin eating ghosts in our house ???? that come out when its dark ??? youre suurrrrrreeeeee?! sniff sniff..."

alice has to visibly swallow and be like "y...yes reko! im sure!" and then they both sleep with the lights on

theres the possibility she'd ask their mom instead since she knows alice is kind of scared of the same stuff too, but she probably didnt want their mom figuring out she did something she wasnt supposed to.

similarly, theres always the chance her fear of ghosts and the dark was reinforced by some sort of lasting memory as a kid. possibly something like getting teased by the other kids, them trying to get a reaction out of her but going too far in a way that makes her shaky about this stuff forever. ouch.

speaking of, i mentioned alice getting teased, but i dont think reko would be immune either. definitely a lot less, because she learns how to posture herself so she seems intimidating from an early age, but she had to earn her way there. she definitely got a least a little flack for some stuff, but not a whole lot more than other kids her age, and she knew how to stand up for herself.

hmm, alright, i think thats all ive got for now. i hope you liked these, anon !

[beeben]

Nobody puts any thoughts into goromi it makes me sad. Its all either like projection or just an excuse to draw ship art havent yall ever even considered trying to make it into a character study like why exactly did he think that would work on kiryu?? Why would this person- someone whos entire identity at this point is making up random shit to show off to other people so they think hes a wildcard type- choose to dress like a barbie doll to get a guy to fight them. Like honestly. Don't water it down to "it mustve just felt right" either man at least not at first. At first it was absolutely done as some kind of joke right? Its SHOCKING. People see someone with facial hair and tattoos dressing with heavy makeup and high heels they get uncomfortable. He wanted that. He wanted to make kiryu upset.

Why drag though? Sure this would be an excellent channelling of what he was doing at the cabaret right?? But he hated that job. Why would he have that idea?

He researched this. Something gave him the idea that dressing in drag was going to push the envelope enough to get into a fight, something about it was attractive enough to him where he went "wait this would be crazy if i could pull it off" and he went for it.

After the fact i guess its up to the audience if it impacted him enough to keep the persona and think about it harder than "i want people to be shocked when they see me" or maybe thats just it! But i think thats also depends on how you play kiryu in that scene maybe him being respectful makes the whole thing turn on its head and majima gets something else from it. Maybe kiryu compliments the look and majima takes it to heart or something idk. Thats worth looking into !

I'm just saying i feel like ppl are too obsessed with the modern like yaoi whatever shit concept of what they think would be cute to draw and never think past it besides "oh now its canon hes queer uwu" like THINK about it. Its 2005. Hes a fourty (now sixty!) year old Japanese dude. Hes not you. Why would he WANT to put himself in that position?

ADD SOME FLAVOR.

[frogofalltime]

10.02.2024

despite going to bed at 5:30am after dancing all night with my friends, i woke up at 11:30am feeling pretty normal and alive, i didn't have a headache and even my legs didn't hurt much even after so much jumping around ?? so that was really good and unexpected !! maybe i am built for the Normal Young Person Lifestyle after all (lying)

i wasted time on my phone for a while, then made myself some food and ate it, got washed and dressed, did my prayers, etc.

by now i was very tired so i wanted to take a nap. but my brain kept asking weird questions which led to me having a conversation with robin because i could not sleep until i knew the answers lmao

my friends were going to go to ikea in the evening and i wanted to join them just because ikea is fun, but in the end they didn't go, which was fine because i needed to do my grocery shopping anyway. i was hungry so i made myself some dinner and ate it while watching youtube.

then i got a call from my mother. in the beginning i assumed she just wanted to chat because my dad had gone out with his brother and she was home alone and bored. but then she started talking about how one of my aunts saw an instagram post i made for me and @etherealspacejelly 's anniversary and started asking questions and now everyone thinks i'm a lesbian (i haven't come out as aroace or trans to anyone in my family except for a different aunt and also my brother and cousins. so i guess to everyone else it does look that way, in hindsight. but i had completely forgotten they followed me because i have been in a bubble of queer / supportive friends and i guess i forgot that the real world and especially my family is very homophobic)

i reassured my mother that i am definitely not a lesbian and our relationship is absolutely a platonic one and she said she can understand that but she is sure my family will not, especially if the news reaches my dad, because he "sees everything in black and white" and will "go mad" and "blame it all on me for not raising you properly". i suggested that i could message my aunts and explain but she told me not to do that unless any of them explicitly asked me about it. but she said i must be careful in the future because this kind of thing is a huge taboo in my family and our religion.

she also kept saying that my dad loves me and that i mean the world to him and he just doesn't know how to show it because he goes into Parent Mode around me and my brother so whenever we see him the atmosphere is super aggressive and tense. and i know i can't blame him for being like that, im sure he's neurodivergent since i mustve inherited autism and adhd from somewhere, but it's still annoying that she brought that up straight after saying what basically felt like a threat that i have to hide everything from my dad forever otherwise the world will explode :/

i got very upset and cried for a while and asked robin for advice. then i forced myself to get out of my room and go grocery shopping before the store closed at 10pm, and i blasted my ears with emo music because that helps whenever i have Family Drama lmao (yea i'm cringe this is tumblr what did you expect)

i put my groceries away and brought robin the stuff i had picked up at the store for him. then we hung out for a bit, some of our other friends were there too for a while, i enjoyed listening to robin talk about star trek and queer anthems, and by the time i went home i was feeling much better.

unfortunately when i got back to my room i realised i had started my period and this always makes me very dysphoric (as well as being physically painful and making my emotions much more intense). but i dealt with it, and made myself a nice snack to eat before bed, because i was very hungry, i hadn't eaten much today, and i deserved it.

i'm going to try to get to bed earlier than 5:30am tonight, it's already almost 1am though so wish me luck lol :')

[wooflesnoot]

Chapter 2: Saviour

Artificer is awoken by the feeling of a sharp spear poking at her. She jolts up, letting out a sputtered hiss before being unable to hold herself up any longer, and drops back to the cold floor.

Gourmand is already digging into their supplies, trying to find anything that'll help this poor slugcat, while Nightcat is poking at her. "Nightcat, stop that! I know you're checking to see if they're dangerous, but i don't think they can even do any harm in the state they're in!" Gourmand shouts from a few feet away. Nightcat nods and backs up, joining Gourmand's search on anything helpful. Gourmand pulls out a fresh, small centipede, and Nightcat pulls out some slime mold, which happened to be good for temperature, as it gives off a warm sensation when eaten.

Gourmand walks over to the red slugcat, who seemed angry at the disturbance but too weak to do anything. She kneels next to her, and holds out the centipede. Artificer quickly reaches out to the centipede and devours it, watching Gourmand's every move as she did so. Could this be a trap? Was this slugcat sent by the scavengers to finally end her cycles? She honestly didnt care anymore. Nightcat offers her some of the slime mold they fished out of their supplies, but Artificer bats it away with some of the strength that started coming back to her. Nightcat looked like they were about to attack the slugcat out of anger, but Gourmand puts her arm up to stop this. She keeps her gaze on the slugcat on the floor, with a mixture of worry and compassion in her expression. She puts a paw up to the slugcat's face, realising how cold they truly were. She knew it was cold down here, but for a slugcat to be this cold, it mustve been down here for days..

Gourmand stands up and turns around to their group who were now sitting down, still near the spear where they were told to wait. She shouts over to them, "We need to bring this slugcat back to the colony immediately, While they're healing i will figure out what to do with them." She knew some of the colony would be very against letting this slugcat in, knowing what's happened in previous incidents.

The group comes over to Gourmand while discussing amongst themselves about the situation. Gourmand looks back at the crimson slugcat, seeing they're looking a little less rougher than they did. She kneels back down and gathers the slugcat up. Although they were a little taller than her, it wasn't a big deal, Gourmand was extremely strong, having brought many difficult-to-carry supplies, from pole plants to red centipedes. Artificer doesn't have the strength to do anything about this, not even wriggle around to escape. She accepts what she assumes is her fate until she feels the warmth of this mysterious slugcat. She remembers how good warmth felt. She hadn't felt it since the last time she and Hunter had rested in a shelter together, before the day she had to bring her here. She looks around at the depths, the surroundings slowly moving while the group makes their way out before she's unable to keep her eyes open any longer.

[nineliabilityrisk]

thinking abt how fredbear was most likely also designed as a springlock suit , one specifically for henry ...

henry likely didnt use it as often as will did spring bonnie — not even including the mans... extracurricular activities. still, he did, sometimes ; he was a little less averse to being in the public eye when he was in the suit. people werent looking at him when he was hidden behind that mask, after all, they were looking at fredbear. it was less personal, that way — he was less worried about what others thought when there was that slight layer of anonymity. he could focus on entertaining customers, keeping an eye on the kids during parties, etc etc. he could even enjoy it. a rare occurrence for a man so afraid of being perceived by others. he didnt use the suit often, but, when he did, he found a strange sort of comfort in it.

at least, he did until ... until evan. until he looked up at the stage and saw fredbears face — one he felt more connected to than his own, at times, as that was the one the public saw more often than not — drenched in the blood of the boy he regarded as closely as family. it makes him nauseous to even think about that animatronic to this day , a mixture of misplaced guilt and stomach-turning revulsion. he will never be able to get that image out of his head.

whether he was there when it happened — it was a party in his establishment after all, a party for the family that had accepted him as one of their own so readily. there was no doubt he wouldve wanted to attend one way or another — or if he was just sent in after the fact, left to be the one to clean up the stage and shut down the animatronic for good ... theres no way he wasnt left alone with fredbear for far too long after it happened. what that mustve done to him, the knowledge that fredbear — his animatronic, his creation, his second identity, the one he felt most comfortable in more often than not — had just crushed evans skull in its jaws. he wasnt as desensitized to death as he would eventually become, back then. evan was likely the first major loss he had experienced, the first death he had been close to, depending on what exactly happened with charlies mother by default in my canon [ which i still havent figured out yet, shhh... ] so... the fact that it was that gory, that traumatizing ... it wouldve shaken him to his core

evan. out of everyone it couldve been, it had been evan. hed loved that boy, loved him as his own — knew charlie saw him as her baby cousin and, god, she mustve been devastated too — and now, here he was, made to wipe the boys blood off of fredbears teeth, soak it out of his fur.

sure, maybe it wasnt entirely necessary — god knows fredbear would never be allowed up on stage again — but he felt like he had to. it was his duty. wouldve been disrespectful to them, both to fredbear and to evan, if the bot had just been left to rot in some storage room still coated in blood and gore. it wouldntve been right.

so he stayed, and he cleaned fredbear up. no matter how many sleepless nights it cost him — probably still costs him, haunted by the memory as he is — how many mealtimes he had to skip from how physically nauseated he was by the horrorshow shut away in his workshop, the countless hours he spent wallowing in the grief and guilt and swearing that hed never build something so inadvertently dangerous ever again ... he still did it.

even then, drowning in guilt as he was, i just know he wouldve refused to acknowledge that he was personally affected by the tragedy. no, no, the aftons were more important. what time he didnt spend restoring fredbear or trying his best to keep their company afloat throughout all this was spent consoling william. no doubt there was some amount of vitriol projected at him from the grieving father — if he blamed himself solely because his suit was the one that ended evans life, theres no way william didnt do the same to some degree. even if it made no sense at all, it wasnt like much did at that time. william was intent upon pointing fingers anywhere he could, first at michael and then at henry and then likely even at his own wife for not stopping it. that was just how he worked, how he processed his grief. everyone was at fault but himself. it wasnt targeted — henry just happened to be there to stick the blame on.

even if henry knew that, he would still end up internalizing the blame, i know he would — he would just take it as confirmation that the weird guilt he held, stemming from the strange attachment he held to fredbear, the entanglement of identities, was deserved. he and michael arent all that different in their responses to the bite, in that aspect, in the way the guilt eats them alive. god knows he would try to comfort the boy, if he could — if michael would let him, if william didnt see it as such a betrayal.

just . thinking about henrys reaction to the whole ordeal is so interesting to me . a tragedy he held no fault in, and yet he carries the weight of it in its entirety on his shoulders. deep-seated trauma that likely wouldntve hit him so hard if it werent for his constant need to take responsibility, to fix everything on his own. the loss that began the process of chipping away what few positive relationships he had left, yet he still somehow refuses to acknowledge that he has any right to mourn. evan wasnt his, after all. william clearly missed him more, right? william just lost his son. clearly that meant he needed to be henrys first and only priority, here. clearly henry didnt deserve any space to grieve.

[kintrash413]

my father died when I was young, and his father was too senile to give advice, so when it came to be my turn taking care of the snail I had little idea how.

at first, I tried just putting it under a glass bottle. it was immortal, so it wouldn't die of starvation, so so long as I put it high enough that the glass wouldn't get knocked over, it should be fine.

this idea lasted a matter of hours before I felt bad. what if I were immortal, and some being beyond my comprehension decided to let me starve in a small room?

so I went over to petstop and bought a glass snail terrarium of sorts. it was empty now, but I also bought lots of accessories that I thought an immortal snail might like.

when I parked in front of my house, I realized the front door was slightly ajar. I knew for a fact that I had closed it when I left, just as I knew in this gated community a burglary was unlikely.

slowly, I turned around, and my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach.

around my car tires, were shattered pieces of glass and shell.

I immediately backed up the car a few inches and ran back outside, already hyperventilating and panicking before I even saw the sorry state of my immortal pet.

its shell was gone, except for some sharp pieces that had stuck to its flesh. the snail itself still twitched, alive of course, but it was flat and bleeding.

I grabbed it and cried and ran back inside.

several youtube tutorials and wikihow articles later, I had the broken bits of shell extracted and the snail was already looking better. i placed it in the terrarium i bought, filling it with food laced with medicine.

I mustve stared at the snail, now more of a slug, for hours until finally it slithered forth and ate some of the food. I breathed a great sigh of relief.

"we're not off to a good start are we buddy?"

I 3D-printed a few shell designs I found online, and placed them all in its cage, waiting intently until it chose one. the rest I stored in case of another incident.

the next few months passed without issue. the snail healed and ate well.

I didn't work nor have much in the way of friends, so most of my hours were spent trying to keep the snail entertained. reading to it, watching TV with it, sometimes offering it food I cooked without worrying if such food was healthy. if it was going to live forever, it at least deserved delicious food.

the snail tried to escape a lot during those first few months. I learned quickly that putting the top back on was absolutely imperative.

a full year after my grandfather died I decided I was done grieving, and wanted to move from his house.

I sold the house for cheap- money was no objective after all- and moved several states over. the house I'd picked out had a decent few acres of land and was well isolated, surrounded by woods as it were.

I packed everything I wanted to keep. the back seat of my car was filled with clothes, stuffed animals, and blankets. the trunk held an air mattress and all of my carefully bubble-wrapped electronics.

food sat underneath the passengers seat, and books were stacked on top of the seat. on top of the books, i kept the snail's cage, high enough so it could see out the window. when immortal, did one still care to see such sights?

we spent a few days on the road, running out of food faster than I thought and surviving off of fast food.

I spent a lot of time thinking about immortality those few days. did the snail care when I offered it the best morsels of food if itd surely already eaten everything Earth had to offer? I knew my family history involved a lot of travelling, so did it even care when we passed through empty fields or big cities? had it seen it all already?

we slept in my car most of the time, I'd read aloud before passing out or just talk about any thought on my mind. but whenever I did find a hotel to stay in, I made sure to bring the snail with me.

I enjoyed snipping off bits of cloth and foam from pillows and sewing them together to make a snail-sized bed. the snail seemed to like it. did the immortal even need to sleep?

"we're home," I announced, excited and exhausted.

that first night, all I unpacked was my air mattress, a blanket, and the snails cage. we slept in the foyer, lacking the energy to even explore the house.

the next few weeks were unpacking and getting services in order. connecting the internet, changing my Amazon address, setting up a twice weekly maid service.

within a single month I'd unpacked everything, which honestly wasn't much. I still needed to go furniture shopping, but that could wait. today, was the real reason I wanted to move to the wood.

I opened the snails cage and stuck my hand inside. "cmon buddy, were going on an adventure."

once we were outside and covered by trees, I placed the snail on the grass and let it explore. I watched it for hours until it got dark and wondered if it was happy.

the first time the immortal man visited me, was a year after I'd moved in. I'd gotten around to purchasing some basic furniture, and the snail was rarely in his cage anymore. today, he was sat on my shoulder while I was sat on a beanbag and we were both watching TV.

the knock at the door couldn't have been anyone else.

unsure of the man's feelings on uncaged pets, I put the snail back in his terrarium for the moment while I opened the door.

"Hello, Booker," he greeted. he called everyone in my family by the same name, despite the fact that Booker hadn't been our last name in decades. "I noticed your card was only a few thousand short of running out." he then handed me a new card, which I took gingerly.

"do you... uh, wanna see the snail?"

"is it sufficiently caged?"

"yes?"

"then yes."

he admired the snail's cage for some time. "and youre certain the snail can't escape?"

I nodded, confident in this. "yeah, it hasn't escaped yet. plus the whole house is free of cracks or anything so even if it did..."

the man was nodding approvingly. finally, he stood back to his full height and met my eye. "you know, Booker, you are currently the last in your family. I do suggest you start cultivating a new one soon."

"oh- yeah, I guess..."

"it wasn't a suggestion." and then he left.

I slowly locked the door behind him, let the snail out again where it crawled on my arm, and downloaded a few dating apps.

getting dates was easy, having money made that part trivial. the main problem was when I brought them home and tried to express the importance of my pet snail. at that point, I was usually ghosted. and if not, they'd definitely leave when I tried to bring up the concept of immortality, no matter how casual I tried to make it.

it took a full decade before I met someone who took me seriously.

her name was Freya, and she called herself a witch. it seemed obvious, in hindsight, that I shouldve been looking in witch circles.

it's worth noting that I never shared much interest in romance or sex. even friends seemed difficult when my mind was always so occupied with the infinite. Freya was the first person who not only took the snail seriously, but also seemed to share my sentiments.

whenever she came over shed usually read in a separate room, and we'd take turns cooking meals. I'd never tell her, but I thought myself the better cook.

the next time the man came to my door Freya and her child had moved in. the child was being taught to be respectful of the snail. it seemed a miracle, but Freya had believed me about its immortality.

again, he brought me a new card, and again he asked to see the snail. he seemed pleased to see it still in its cage.

"hey, um..." I began awkwardly. to ask the man for something felt wrong, but Freya's child, Angel, had been pestering me about this. "does the snail have a... name?"

the man cracked a smile at that. "you wish to know this snail's history? tch, a rarity among Bookers."

the next day, a large dusty journal had been sent to my front door. Me, Freya, Angel, and the snail sat around the table and began to read it, for it was sent by the immortal man.

'hi. some time ago a man asked if I could care for his immortal pet snail in exchange for keeping me and my family wealthy. I thought he was crazy at the time but he's been paying up and it's been a few decades now so... I thought I'd write about the snail a bit.'

the snail, it seems, had been around since at least the 15th century. it went by many names, many pronouns, and been all over the world. a few different people had wrote in the journal, usually centuries apart.

"you should add something," Freya suggested.

I hesitate, looking at the snail. even though I knew, now, many of the names it had gone by... it seemed rude to give any immortal a name at all.

I took a deep breath, grabbed my pen, and started writing.

'my father died when I was young, and his father was too senile to give advice, so when it came to be my turn taking care of the snail I had little idea how...

at first, I tried just putting it under a glass bottle. it was immortal, so it wouldn't die of starvation, so so long as I put it high enough that the glass wouldn't get knocked over, it should be fine...'

Due to a pact between your family and an immortal businessman, the man keeps your family wealthy throughout the generations in exchange of safeguarding his immortal pet snail from escaping. You have just inherited the sole responsibility of being its guardian for the rest of your life.

[sapokanivan]

first i need to spend a year being single and figuring myself out

maybe ill spend the rest of my life single after that

learning how to love being alone and unlearn a desire to be saved or fixed by anyone because i don't need to be

fighting my negative thoughts about myself

working on my mental health issues while i have the time

doing everything i wanted to do my entire life and while i was in a committed relationship

mentally i feel banned from NB right now

once i am ready to start my career and get into a serious relationship and live in park slope and after i give my dreams my best try and whatever

i would prefer to pursue the person i end up with

i regret being a bad gf and constantly thinking our relationship was wrong and it needed to end but i mustve thought that for a reason yeah?

i would love to feel secure in a relationship, because in a way i did feel secure and comfortable but then again i also didnt, i dont want that didnt again

i just want to click with someone again but have it not make me anxious, have it make me a better person as we continue our relationship, i really loved being in love even though it was a fucked up situation and i became a shell of myself with him.. and i felt like i was wasting my life acting married

UGH SENIOR YEAR, its fine, he commutes its fine!

he DOESNT MATTER steph, please please please get better and MOVE ON

i wish i could just be over it and how everything went down already.. be happy for the 302/173 memories but not want to live in them

for two years i wasn't able to get past his baggage and thats what scares me, but i think him not being in life at all will also help speed along the process, also i never ever want to live like that again and now i know that

i can't say i wasted my college years, i did a lot more than a lot of pathetic people on reddit, i also got to have a lot of good loving relationship sex while i was hot and young!

i would also love to decenter romantic relationships and care about myself my life my friends and my hobbies more.. ugh its my dream

my life has changed SO much

april steph would be terrified LMAO her life was filled with comfort

you need new connections

i know you, you only miss the comfort and safety and connection, that also made you sick bc you knew you were settling for a middlesex county life and guy that was beneath you! and him setting you free is forcing you to take life by the balls even though its fucking scary and youre terrified of never making any new friends and connections

i want to be with someone who cooks for me and gives me massages and doesn't lovebomb and future fake me weeks after we start dating and isnt weird about so many things but is also so open and communicative and understanding not defensive and filled with false broad promises

i learned so so so much but im still hurting so bad living at home but i also think moments like these when it seems like everyones life is going better than you can make you ever happier and grateful in the long run when good things happen!!!

[kenlvry]

omg can I ask the first time the boys meet the reader they were beat up by the reader for insulting something (e.g their cat or something) or they made a crude joke? Basically almost like Annie Leonhart and stuff xjsjdjjs

beating up the boys

an; helloooo, anyways i was skimming through my requests and found this, love the concept and cute pic, i screenshotted it hihi, hope you like this! everyone is aged up, 17-18 in craigs you didnt beat him up but yeaaa just read

kenny mccormick

when he first met you , kyle brought you over to stans house where you all hung out. the other two didn't seem bothered by your presence and he asked who you were , kyle introduced you saying you knew tips on the game they were about to play, kenny thought you were attractive and complemented you "damn you got fine ass" kenny blurted that out smirking, the other three knew how you were and you didn't like the perverted comment he made, you straight up slapped him, bro he was shook. no girl ever reacted that way, they always blushed, he was determined that next time you'd blush at him. so he spent weeks flirting with you and by now he realize he got a fat crush on you and just know the flirtings are way more intense.

stan marsh

kenny brought the others to your house because you had a pool and asked if he and the other can play in it, you agreed having known kenny a while now and wanting to meet his other friends. they all came over and greeted you, you were homeschooled so you didn't have that many friends. while they were admiring your house your sphynx cat came over and meowed demanding you feed him, cartman had a cat of his own so he didn't care and kyle wasn't the type to judge a cat, stan however was disgusted, man he made the most foul faces "ew what is that its so ugly why doesn't it have fur?!!" you stopped your tracks and stared at him, kenny knew how defensive you were abt your cat "omg stan say sorry" before stan could reply a hit was blown to his face, you punched him. "get the fuck out and don't even think about swimming in my pool bitch" stan ran away and wanted to say sorry but everytime he saw you at the parks you flipped him off, he tried everything. by the time he bought you flowers just to make you forgive him, he knew he was inlove. the next time he saw you he was all nervous and looked like he was about to puke.

kyle brofloski

the four of them were out at the mall looking for things to do when you bumped into them, he remembered you because last week you came over to stans house to hang out, kyle was supposed to be there but he got sick. the other three greeted you knowing you for a while now after the meet up, kyle introduced himself to you and apologized for not showing up. he then ask what you four were playing at stans house "oh dude you shouldve come over we all played wrestling and y/n kicked ass" kyle laughed, "damn your all weak af, shes a girl her punches mustve been weak" in a desperate attempt to get closer to you he blurted out the most overused misogynistic joke ever "oh shit i didn't mea-" he felt his cheek sting and realized you had punched him "weak? dont make me laugh" you walked off, the next day he tried everything to get your attention and say sorry, you ignored him and he was in tears bro, he would 'unintentionally' bump into you, would try to help you with homework everything bro. in class while he was staring at you thinking about tactics and he realized how pretty you were. he started blushing like crazy, you now realize how kyle doesn't come and beg you to forgive him rather he stares at you from afar and whenever you made eyecontact he'd look away all smiley

eric cartman

bro is foul, when he first met you he made the most misogynistic joke ever like he cracked so many jokes without even looking at your death face. you just stared at him while he was calling you the other words for female. he realized it was silent and looked over at kyle stan and kenny who was dead silent and nervously looking at the floor "why aren't you laughing?? you know i make good jokes" and then before he could make another sexist joke you kicked him in his nuts, and punched him "fuck you asshole lets see you try making kids 6 years from now" you walk away and stopped "if anyone even wants you that is" you continued, bro the other three broke out laughing you were foul for that 😭😭. cartman wasn't happy, everytime he saw you at school he'd glare and make sexist jokes that were loud so you can here but everytime you stared back he'd stop. he tried everything to get your attention, even at lunch all he talks about is you "shut the fuck up fatass, at this point you might as well make her your girlfriend" cartman was offended but the more he thought about it the more right kyle was. damn, he is lovestruck, no girl has ever did that to him. so now he tries being closer to you, you were friends and you didnt want to be close friends but cartman was desperate, hmmm you wonder why...?

craig tucker

like always he flips everyone off so it was no different when he first met you, you greeted him so nicely but you just get a middle finger "dude what the hell is wrong with you, fucking jerk go stick your middle finger somewhere else" craig was a little shocked you actually fought back, usually people just get offended and stayed silent. "I'll stick it up your moms ass" he said proudly, he thought he was funny for that but you looked sad and your eyes were glassy you ran away wiping your tears discreetly "dude what the hell her mom died 5 days ago, thats the whole reason she came here" kyle said, everyone knew because they greeted you when you first moved in. craig felt so bad, when he saw you in class he tried talking to you but you flipped him off, he took it as a note you were not in the mood of talking, during lunch he tried talking to you again but you flipped him off again!! now he knew what other people felt fr, its been a week now and you don't know how many times you've flipped Craig off now, people started calling you Craig's long lost twin. craig was going crazy over you, he would look at you during class, find time to talk to you and even planning to go to your house just so he can apologize. "craig, stop staring at y/n, just go confess already" Craig got sent back to reality by cartman, and he was right maybe he should go confess. he knew what he felt for you wasn't just because he wanted to say sorry but because he liked you. this Friday he'll both apologize and confess, bro already bought the flowers and everything , you better be ready to be titled as craigs girlfriend

[shoezuki]

piglin techno confusing the fuck out of ranboo hcs

i jus be doin some shit sometimes n then my brain is like ‘hey think a this’ and i been tryin to type this out but my internet is so bad rn i couldnt even Open a new post what the fuck. anywayss. this ran so long. so fucking long

started with ‘i wonder how piglins act’ and now technoblade is doin some shit, ranboo is so confused, and philza is a delighted bystander who is having the time of his life

technoblade is 100% piglin. many people think he’s part human to some degree but hes Completely and Utterly piglin

most assume as much since he doesnt begin to rot in the overworld. but short answer; he’s Built Different

long answer is a blessing of the bloodgod but shhhhhh

techno never corrects anyone or talks about being piglin or Anything. he just doesnt care what other people think and assume. the only one who Knows is phil

phil had first thought it was out of some sort of shame or desire to Hide it but. yeah. no. techno jus doesnt care. build; different

although more Notable piglin traits come to like if he’s close to people

piglins are both social and anti social. kinda. they can be hugely independent, do well without ‘proper’ socialization for a Long while. but they group together for Lifetimes. once piglins find a family or friends and expend Full trust to them. its all or nothing you Cant break them up

how tommy betrayed and turned his back on techno just. its like a physical pain. once he trusted and respected him, the mere Idea of betrayal was nowhere in question. it never occurred to him

philza is now the only person that techno consciously and subconsciously considers him a part of his ‘pack’ (i cant figure out a better term but that one doesnt Fit)

techno never realizes when he acts piglin traits out towards those he trusts. he never does so in company outside of what he considers family. philza notices though.

phil tends to study and research other races and cultures a lot. he’s been around a long while, has met many people of all different backgrounds. he likes knowing and understanding what he can. its just fun too.

it mostly started when he first met techno because he wanted to figure out what the FUCK techno was doing without asking and therefore embarrassing him

but phil knows techno well. and he knows piglins well enough. and he Knows techno doesnt ever seem to be self aware of his more inhuman habits

but Phil knows. and he Notices when techno starts to consider ranboo a part of the pack

First, it’s gifts.

surprisingly, its ranboo giving techno the axe first

he wasnt there to see it. but phil might as well have been present, considering how Horrifically in depth techno ‘ranted’ to him bout it

but techno reciprocates it and Then he really starts to notice more and more

first, it was giving the enchanted apple to ranboo. sure it Technically had been swiped by techno out from under ranboo but it was still Something. techno wasnt one to give up valuables easily

then techno starts ‘complaining’ about ranboos living area. and his eating habits. phil looks away when techno smuggles golden carrots into ranboo’s shack 

eventually technoblade is crafting ranboo a cloak to match their own and he’s freaking out about ranboo’s height and his dimensions and how much cloth he’ll need but he refuses to ask ranboo and phil is holding his head in his hands

(phil forces techno to gift him the cloak in person rather than stash it under his pillow and run like he’d planned. techno bitched about it but after ranboo practically lit up, burying himself in the cloak and thanking techno so hard his throat mustve hurt, techno was so practically purring the rest of the day)

after gifts, its noises. 

techno is seemingly silent. he doesnt speak up much, moves so quietly people tend to jump when he appears. 

in reality, he talks to himself constantly. either when alone or when in phil’s company. philza knows that aspect is the ‘voices’, and also just technoblade’s tendency to fill the silence and wonder his own thoughts aloud

but the snorts, squeels, grumbles, and other sounds he makes without realizing are some phil knows are piglin

its often guttural, a noise he makes in the back of his throat that rumbles and reverberates through his bones. 

itd sound terrifying to anyone, but after years of techno trilling deep when phil enters a room, when he returns from some sort of journey, when he says hello or makes his presence known in anyway, phil realized its more like a greeting. excitement to see him. it became something sweet

long story short ranboo nearly jumped so high his head went through the ceiling when he’d first walked into the home, said hello, and some gruff purr sounded from the techno’s chest

theyd both jumped so hard, stared at each other as if they were trying to figure out what was wrong with the other 

phil was physically pained as he held back his laughter to the point he was crying. that changed the subject to him quickly

it didnt happen again for a while, but phil didnt say anything and just watched. it was too entertaining

techno would make his small squeals between breaths when he remembered something, muttered to himself, snorted and huffed even as ranboo was around

ranboo got used to it. he stopped jumping or even looking confused when techno trilled some sort of deep purr when ranboo would join them for dinner

lastly, techno was tactile

or, as tactile as he could be. techno wasnt touchy even on a great day. he was selective, reserved, would lean into phil or loop an arm over his shoulders but would never say anything about it

phil didnt question it and would just pat techno on the arm without saying a word

but. sometimes. when phil would be gone for a long time, techno would rest the entire weight of his head on phil’s shoulder, practically encapturing him, rumbling and grumbling so harsh it shook phil’s whole body

phil still wasnt certain on this one. he couldnt find much in the way of what it meant. piglin’s tended to stay with their own, and they never reunited after long periods of time because they never would dare to separate for long

 he was kind of guessing here, but the way techno would drop his shoulders and practically melt made phil think he was just missing him and wanted to confirm phil’s presence. 

it wasnt like he complained. it was sweet

ranboo had been gone a while. he was vague on why, or where. phil had a suspicion or two but ranboo kept a lot of secrets

neither techno or phil pried too far, but phil could tell it was disconcerting to techno. he was tense and kept himself almost deathly busy for two weeks

(piglin rarely if ever kept secrets from one another, phil had read once. omitting a few things here and there, maybe. but lying or deception was out of the question)

phil hadn’t been there when ranboo returned. he’d been gathering firewood after techno was insistent they completely top up all of ranboo’s stores

he’d heard the muffled growls techno made as he walked towards ranboos shack, before even seeing him. 

when phil found them techno had ranboo nearly completely obscured in his cape, and definitely he’d have been out of sight if he was any shorter. 

techno’s head was lofted heavy in the crook of ranboo’s neck, forcing ranboo to hunch with arms wrapped tight around ranboo. his arms were pinned. 

ranboo caught his eyes, looking so scattered and tired and confused and maybe even terrified. he might have spoken or maybe he just mouthed ‘help me’ but the gruff purr-like sound techno made was too loud to hear him anyways

philza shoved his fist in his mouth to keep from laughing

later that night ranboo asked phil if techno was going to kill him. phil wanted to scream

even later then, techno had admitted to phil that, yeah, okay, maybe ranboo was growing on him. phil had never felt so violent