Bro I didn’t even notice this had over 1K likes lol

I cried my eyes out so hard like an hour ago but hey- I got brainrot during that process (I’m fine- I’m worrying so hard and idk why)

Miguel vs Hobie for MC’s attention-

Tw: house-arrest(?), Miguel showing that controlling behaviour

Now I’m gonna write this in a way so it can be taken in whatever way you choose-

To make things easier, let’s say you’re another spider. Just a spider chilling and doing the everyday things as a Spiderman alternate. But one day, something fucked up happens in your dimension (bcs of Spot) and you have to ask Miguel for help since you’re clueless.

Well, Miguel takes this as the chance to finally keep you from going back once and for all. Miguel does “help” you, but for a price you were never told about. After the dilemma in your dimension was cleaned up, Miguel ordered you that you can’t leave the spider-quarters until they get rid of Spot’s havoc.

Since then, you’ve been watching all the other spiders go back to their universe, but you’re stuck in Miguel’s, wondering when Spot will fade away.

Well, surprise, surprise, Hobie shows up and asks if you want to leave with him, so that you can go back to your universe.

You hesitate, since you know Miguel’s rage is no joke, but the want to go home is far stronger so you agree.

Hobie does take you back to your universe. Meanwhile, you’re constantly anxious that Miguel will come get you any second but Hobie reassures you’re fine.

Hobie leaves to go do some fun back at spider-quarters. Well, as soon as he does, he sees Miguel absolutely livid.

(I’ll end it here for now- sorry if there’s any mistakes, I’m writing on my phone)

Part 2 of this initial idea

Tw: brief mention of murder, lots of things on body dysmorphia, sad moments for girlie

Alright we're giving buff coquette girl a name now- Freya. (I literally just remembered one of my teachers in 6th grade that had a dog named Freya and said yes aha).

So as I said before, she's pretty self-conscious. She hates her height and how buff she is. She gets sad so, so easily. LIke she probably cries once a week about it.

And what does she do when she's all sad and emotional? She works out. It distracts her from the bad parts of her life. Which only makes her more buff, which results in her being more self-conscious.

Not too many people want to date her because 1. think she's too tall or 2. believe she's already taken. So she feels alone most of the time. She has a fair amount of friends, but she craves the romance.

Like she wants to be snuggled and be the little spoon, or go on walks together as a date. But she rarely gets the chance. Until one day, someone asks her out on a date.

The person is just some random dude, who doesn't look anything special. He's a little odd, but she takes the chance. That night, Freya does everything to look good. If only she knew that she would get stood up by the guy.

So she sits on a bench at night, watching some feral ducks squawk at each other endlessly. She's sobbing and drowning her pink blouse in her tears. She hates herself. She hates that she's such a joke of a girl.

Enter MC.

MC is definitely shorter than her by however much. They think she's the cutest thing ever, and stalk her some days. Well, they just happened to be the reason why her date didn't arrive because they had murdered him. So they just come strolling down the path, acting as if they just noticed her.

Freya is surprised when MC asks if she wants to go on a date with them right at that moment. She hesitates, but with her mood being terrible she agrees.

So they go on a little walk, and they talk for a while. She's shy, and anxious if she's saying the right things. Meanwhile, MC is absolutely enamoured with her. Literally MC, "Tall buff goddess please let me carry you-"

When the conversation ends with her talking about being self-conscious about her appearance and physique, MC is not having it. They're getting on one knee, holding her hand, constantly reassuring her she's a perfect woman and that people just need to accept it.

She gets all emotional since she's never really regarded herself that highly, so she clings to MC. She wants to go out on another date with them.

She quite literally wants to make them her lover.

(Alright have more food of her. I was surprised how people ate up the last post on her)

Losing a friend is like losing a part of your memories and personality; you can’t look back at them because it’ll just remind you of the times you had and how many times you two were together. You can’t forget the times you were down because that friend was always there so to lose the shoulder you cried on at one point is like losing a comfort item, as much as it sounds selfish you wanna keep them to yourself for the sake of having someone there, you dreamed of living and going college with that person but now anytime you see each other there’s not even a smile shared, now you look away awkwardly as if you didn’t even grow up with her, as if you weren’t the one at her parties, the one she complained to about her family and problems, you understand sometimes people grow apart but if you asked your child self if you were to lose that person, they would laugh and say never not even when we are old and wrinkly. You dreamed of always being close to each other, even after death, but now you wonder if they even know your favorite things. You always thought they would the ones your kids call family, the one to be at your side when it’s your wedding, you grew excited to grow up thinking they’ll always be there at your side for every milestone, the one you’ll call to be the god parent of your child, the one who’ll help you shop for your wedding clothes, the one you’ll have on speed dial. Losing a friend breaks the heart way beyond any lover can; it breaks not only the love but also the child inside you that grew up with this person. You cry and scream for them in your head but can’t bring yourself to reach out, you look at the old messages and regret not talking to them more, not taking more photos but how could you ever think that you wouldn’t see them once again when as a kid you couldn’t spend a day without speaking a word to eachother, you never went to each others houses but to you they were your safe place, but now as teens you two barely talk, in total different groups, in different directions of life but at the end you would still help that friend out, in the end that little kid in you would always have a bestie with them, and for that your grateful as they saved you in ways no one else could have, I guess that’s why it hurts more then anything else, because your not just losing your best friend, but your comfort person, the whole reason why you stand today.

Ok, first I’ll pick at it with more conventional things. Mostly punctuation and organization I suppose.

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Me talking about the correction

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Losing a friend is like losing a part of your memories and personality.; You can’t look back at them because it’ll just remind you of the times you had and how many times you two were together.

I suppose you could put ; here, but I think because the 2nd idea has ‘because’ in it, it isn’t well-fit for this purpose. So I made them individual sentences.

You can’t forget the times you were down because that friend was always there; so to lose the shoulder you cried on at one point is like losing a comfort item,. As much as it sounds selfish, you wanna keep them to yourself for the sake of having someone there. You dreamed of living and going to college with that person, but now anytime you see each other, there’s not even a smile shared,. Now, you look away awkwardly as if you didn’t even grow up with her, as if you weren’t the one at her parties, the one she complained to about her family and problems,. You understand sometimes people grow apart, but if you asked your child self if you were to lose that person, they would laugh and say never, not even when we are old and wrinkly.

Now right away, I don’t know if you noticed this while writing, but this is like…5-6 sentences smushed into one. Which I think you did by adding lots of commas. You can do this to a certain extent of course, but I think cutting it down will make it easier to read.

A lot of what I did throughout the sentences is add or remove commas. I also added quite a few periods. Periods help complete thoughts and make it clear for readers, so keep that in mind while writing!

You dreamed of always being close to each other, even after death, but now you wonder if they even know your favorite things. You always thought they would be the ones your kids would call family,; the one to be at your side when it’s your wedding,. You grew were excited to grow up thinking they’ll always be there at your side for every milestone,. You thought they were the one you’ll call to be the god parent of your child, the one who’ll help you shop for your wedding clothes, the one you’ll have on speed dial.

Now here, I think you could rearrange the sentences so they kind of follow chronological order, so that it’s easier for the reader to read. Like wedding clothes -> Wedding -> Being Godparent -> Children.

Now I didn’t rearrange them because that would be confusing for you to correct and see. Some of these sentence corrections are there because of how it’s ordered. Now if you re-ordered them, it might be different.

I also noticed you like to use parallel structure, which I would keep up with that. You sometimes change it at the very end, which might break your style.

Losing a friend breaks the heart way beyond any lover can;: it breaks not only the love, but also the child inside you that grew up with this person them.

I was a little hesitant here on the colon, but I think it makes sense to put it there because you are explaining why it breaks the heart more than a lover right after.

Because you’ve mentioned the person as ‘them’ earlier in this piece, I think it’s better to use the pronoun rather than this person, since it can get chunky or unclear.

You cry and scream for them in your head, but can’t bring yourself to reach out,. You look at the old messages and regret not talking to them more,; you regret not taking more photos with them more. But how could you ever think that you wouldn’t see them once again when as a kid, you couldn’t spend a day without speaking a word to eachother,? You never went to each others houses, but to you, they were your safe place,. But now, as teens, you two barely talk, in total different groups, in different directions of life. But at In the end, you would still help that friend out,. In the end, that little kid in you would always have a bestie with them, and for that you’re grateful, as because they saved you in ways no one else could have,. I guess that’s why it hurts more then than anything else, because you’re not just losing your best friend, but your comfort person, the whole reason why you stand today.

Ok for this part, just like the last few, I chunked it into easier sentences, and did some minor grammatical corrections. The part where I put the semi-colon, I added a few words to the 2nd idea to make it more complete and suited for parallel structure.

Final evaluation for conventions: I think the biggest thing is knowing where to end your commas and putting periods instead. You have lots of parallel structure going on, which I think is great for you style. But you need to keep the parallel structure consistent if you use it.

I would also read on semi colon placement if you haven’t, so you have a better idea.

Stylistically, I think it’s great. I know you don’t explain why you split up with the friend, but I think it gives a sense of mystery. It’s still complete without it. So I wouldn’t worry too much on that. I would focus more on getting your conventions fixed.

(I don’t do this much editing for my own pieces, but hope this helped you a little).

Thank you for the advice! I will definitely try to make a masterlist once I get a few more posts and the thing about the requests is something I need to do too. When you were first starting headcanons/blurbs, how did you come up with stuff to write without requests? My friend and I have basically just copy and pasted a few things we wrote last year. We are struggling to come up with headcanons on our own.

I was about to say I don't really come up with my own posts then I remembered I write shitpost like 80% of the time now so- lmao

Generally, if I can't get an idea I'll go through any form of media. Movies, TV, books, drawings, social media, and even other blogs are great ways to get some input.

If that doesn't work, maybe go through old works. You can try to rewrite an idea or moment of the old work which usually ends up in me writing something completely different and new. You can also use past memories too! That works really well.

My last resort is to listen to music and start typing random sentences in my head. It can be literally the dumbest bullshit ever, but it usually ends in something I can work with. I just delete the unnecessary stuff later.

AND if that doesn't work, contact me again I guess. I can probably give you a starter if you're that stuck.

Hey sorry to bother

I’m a new writer so I was wondering if you can look at my stuff to judge it, I don’t do like yours but they are like prompts or soemthing, I don’t know how to explain it

Oh okay!

I can review it.

I’m more emphasis on grammar and clarify maybe but I’ll try. (I’m good at checking essays more aha)

Just send it over in whatever format I guess.

Alright kids hear me out-

What if we get really tall girl. Like 6’2”/188 cm girl (There’s like multiple girls in my grade who are over 6ft/183cm, so they definitely exist).

But anyway, she’s super buff. Like strong arms and legs, maybe not a six pack, but really buff.

but you know the best part? She’s coquette girl. She likes and more feminine things all the way.

She gets really nervous and panics a lot on the smallest bit of romantic affection or straight up compliments. (Compliment her skirt or hair and she’d dead from blushing).

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Then we get MC. MC is just someone normal. They just happen to meet her and become obsessed.

Now mind you, the buff girl hasn’t had many dating chances (like 1 maybe). So she’s very self conscious.

But Yandere MC comes in and be like- “Babygirl, come here, you can sit on my lap.”

Basically Cute buff girl and Yan Alpha Maleism MC.

(Is this a shitpost? Idk-)

Hey! Idk if you remember me but I’m Ray from like last year- I rebranded my account and want to start writing head canons and little imagines but I’m struggling with where to start. Could you give me some advice? Hope you’re doing well!

I remember you!! Hiiii

Okay, so I just briefly checked your blog to see what you have, hope you don’t mind.

So you’ve got an introduction and a few posts going, which is great.

Some things you could add are maybe a Masterlist, or a place with links for all your posts.

You could add more tags too on each post. Like maybe the character name, the fandom, character x reader, and so forth. It helps a lot I promise.

One last thing that is more essential is like how you want requests to go. People who are more considerate and read info before making requests will want to look at what you want in a request. (Do you want it vague? Do you want it more detailed? That kind of stuff)

This is just personal preference, but I have an anon list on my main + my side blogs because a lot of people like to go as anons rather than named accounts.

I also like to add in a certain organization for each kind of post? But that’s also preference. It keeps me organized. What I mean is have a format for headcanons, and have a certain format for oneshots idk- just keeps the readers expectant of how it’s going to go.

If you need more info on anything just send in right away!

Hello Halo Hello! I have a Leo x Rezder request, do you remember that pink/plastic Leo headcanon you wrote?

Could I request one with some fluff on that? Like Leo tries to do the whole gaslight thing, but it doesn't work, like reader is completely unfazed, they're still sweet and stuff but are unbothered by the negativity.

Maybe Reader is hanging with their friend group and they just invite Leo over for their game night. Perhaps showing Leo what a healthy unconditional loving chosen family dynamic looks like?

I dunno, I'm just a suckered for popular falls for unpopular dynamics and all of the fluffy crush stuff!!

P.S: I hope this is okay to request, if it seems to weird, feel free to ignore it or just to reply that you won't write it, and I'll complete understand. But nonetheless, thank you for taking the time to read this either way.

I hope you'll have a wonderful night/evening/afternoon/day!

💕💕💕Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ💕💕💕

Apologies but I’m currently not writing for turtles at all.

I can’t find any motivation for it whatsoever. it would take me ages to get it done.

UM…

THE FUCK?

So I heard from someone at school today that at some point whoever the director person is- BEGGED the higher ups if they could make a Polish curriculum.

I’m sorry but why Polish?

Like I understand a bunch of Pol families live where I live. But why not German first?? There’s already a curriculum too?

I love how I just know people eat up my fucking shitposts

Like someone out there always has something positive or unhinged to say

Yandere Alberto from Papa’s Freezeria. (Yes this is a shitpost)

Tw: kidnapping

- Super chill and nice at first, just you and him making ice cream shakes. He always goes and does the mean customers so you don’t have to worry about it.

- later on, he’ll insist more on taking orders whilst you make food in the back. He doesn’t like it when other people see you.

- The place is decked out in Pink, Purple and hearts. I don’t care. He will.

- Let’s say you fall asleep on the counter once while waiting for closing time. Oh! He can’t leave you here unsafe and not protected!

- He takes you to his house, grinning.

- A long 146 days. What nothing more than to snuggle you?

(My favourite game is Bakeria tehe-)

Yandere Alberto from Papa’s Freezeria. (Yes this is a shitpost)

Tw: kidnapping

- Super chill and nice at first, just you and him making ice cream shakes. He always goes and does the mean customers so you don’t have to worry about it.

- later on, he’ll insist more on taking orders whilst you make food in the back. He doesn’t like it when other people see you.

- The place is decked out in Pink, Purple and hearts. I don’t care. He will.

- Let’s say you fall asleep on the counter once while waiting for closing time. Oh! He can’t leave you here unsafe and not protected!

- He takes you to his house, grinning.

- A long 146 days. What nothing more than to snuggle you?

(My favourite game is Bakeria tehe-)

Hi girl. I saw your post and wanted to request something I never saw before, a yandere fem chrollo x fem fantôme troupe member reader. Where the reader is just there to do business a'd chrollo being a creep.

It would be amazing if you did that. Have a great day.

I love the random french for phantom lol

I'm gonna be writing in 2nd person (basically MC as "you"). Gender is always up to interpretation.

Tw: nothing too severe, just MC being figuratively "chained" to Chrollo, implied possibility of kidnapping

You're just another citizen from Meteor City who just happened to be invited to join by Chrollo himself. You didn't really mind, you had nothing better in life for you. So you willingly became a spider.

You weren't really made for heavy combat. Your skills were more meant for searching and watching others. You weren't exactly helpless, but you weren't super buff either.

Chrollo...Chrollo was odd to you, to say the least. He constantly asks where you're going or what you plan to do. Whenever the Phantom Troupe splits for a while, you always manage to stumble into him when you're on your trip. He insists that he stays by you for the rest of the trip, until the next mission.

You didn't get it at all; until one day, when you went looking around a market to look for some cool things to buy. Only to stumble upon a drunken man screaming and yelling at you, mistaking you for someone else.

You couldn't do much, considering you identity is at risk. So you back away, not wanting to interact. But the man keeps pushing on, pointing at you and continuing to shout his insults.

Until he suddenly passes out. A "shocked" Chrollo stands behind him. The public doesn't even glance at him as they go up to the man, calling the police.

You're left to stand there, surprised to see your leader. Chrollo grabs your hand and takes you to a less crowded place. His demeanour breaks, and you're suddenly put into a tight hug. His head settled on your shoulder. His voice is a harsh whisper, but you can feel his rage. "I should have known. I guess I'll just have to keep you by my side forever. Otherwise, stupid imbeciles will hurt my precious one."

What is wrong with him? He isn't one to act like this. He was always a little odd around you, but never had he called you "precious one" or held you so tightly. You think your lungs might puncture if he grips any harder.

"Sire..."

"Chrollo. Call me Chrollo. We're stuck to each other now." He rubs your back, nuzzling your neck. It felt weird. Too weird. He wasn't one to be so affectionate. Even during a moment of rage.

"What are you doing?" You blatantly question, needing to know what is going on in his complex mind.

"Holding you." He answers, mimicking the same straightforward tone you had.

"But why?" You turn your head slightly to stare at him, wanting to know an ounce of his feelings. You want him to admit it; instead of hanging around constantly in mysterious moments.

"Because I cannot let you be hurt. I would hate to lose my favourite person in this machine we call the world. I care for your existence more than mine." His words are eloquently formed, as always.

You don't bother trying to tug out of his grasp. The times when he interacts with fate did you know he was at his prime. His obsession with life and death was a wonder; perhaps you're the reason why.

"Come now. I say we go eat some dessert after that scare." He took your hand and walked down the tiled street. He acted as if he didn't just chain you down to him; like his heart is lighthearted, not dead at all.

"...Fine with me." Maybe you shouldn't have let him drag you away. But why would you resist? He was much more powerful than most of the population. You wouldn't stand a chance. If anything, he would take you away for one else to see.

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(Honestly I have no idea what I wrote. I just spat some random words aha)

GUYS CALL HELP IM SICK AGAIN-

I have a cold now. My throat really bad.

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SCREAMING- I CANT GET ONE DAY OF NON ILLNESS

Disclaimer: Me ranting on academics because in all honesty I am a big nerd.

YOU KNOW WHAT?

EVEN WITH 4 HOURS OF SLEEP I GRINDED THROUGH MY FIRST ACT PRACTICE TEST AT HOME, AND YOU KNOW WHAT I GOT?

A 28.

Honestly I’m a little disappointed. But most of my deductions came from reading and language.

Like reading, I’m so good at informational text. But actual stories I am…bullshit. Terrible.

Language is a hit or a miss for me. I’m either good or bad no in between.

I was kind of scared by how science was easy to me, because I had like 16 minutes left in the science portion (total is 35 minutes) and I was done. In the end I got a 90%.

Math. I love math. But probability, no one likes you bitch haha-

Bro I hate my body rn-

I recovered mostly from my cold right?

WELL NOW IM DIZZY AND NAUSEOUS.

I seriously, cannot.

And the other day I slept 14 hours.

I have no idea what’s wrong with me.

I’m trying to keep up with the amount of projects my teachers keep assigning; while also have my time to do my hobbies.

JUST UGH

(I’m still sick, Istg let me be free-)

(Not to mention so many school projects all at once just why- I’m already exhausted from illness)

Anyway, this happened at school.

So the French learners in my school learn Marseille French. Which is essentially Southern French.

Honestly surprised the teacher isn’t Québécois, but I guess my school is rich enough to haul a French family over.

So I have quite a few friends who are in French class.

We were talking during study hall on random French stuff-

And then we got into the argument of “Mais”.

Now me with my knowledge of like 50 words and random phrases from my father I’m confused af.

Because my friend says it’s pronounced ‘may’.

Meanwhile I’m like- “No it’s meh.”

To the point we had to get Google translate to confirm.

French students at my school are so cocky on their studies for no reason.

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(Help me. I need energy, but sickness is like- HAHA FUCK NO BITCH)

Tumblr Istg stop trying to gaslight me.