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I like when people remember that the kids in SBG are just kids. They’re immature but they care a lot and they feel a lot of feelings! Aiden is so full of love, that person is right, and so is everyone else. Aiden is also not some sadistic psychopathic freak; he loves and cares and feels fear and is sad and angry just like everyone else.
Tyler is more than just his anger; it’s there, but it’s not the only thing he feels. He’s scared and he’s a child and he’s 14 years old. People dumb him down to a delinquent who’s furious all the time, or as some sort of “protector.” Sure, that’s the role he’s put himself in, especially to his sister and mother, but he has feelings and emotions too. Same with Ashlyn; I feel like people mischaracterize them pretty similarly because of the closeness in their personalities.
Ashlyn isn’t emotionless, and it’s genuinely bewildering to me how people seem to think this. There’s a whole scene with her dad where she breaks down and cries to him! She also lashes out in like, three different episodes, both at Tyler and Aiden. She cares about them, even if she builds her walls pretty high.
The mischaracterization of Logan drives me insane, too. He’s not a baby, and his infantilization in this fandom definitely makes a lot of people hate him. Calling him a “smol boi” isn’t doing him any favours. He’s the most realistic character, because, again, he’s just a kid. He’s fourteen and scared and it’s 100% normal for him to be sobbing. If I were him, I’d be dead like, twenty times over.
They’re children. They’re not adults who will always make the right decision in every single situation (I don’t think any adult has!), and they have flaws that detriment them. It doesn’t make them bad people, but it infuriates me how the SBG fandom seems to forget that they’re more than just one dimensional characters.
#sbg#aiden rambles#school bus graveyard#school bus graveyard (webtoon)#long post#sorry for not addressing taylor or ben#but i dont see them mischaracterized AS MUCH#thats just because theres not a lot of content on them though
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I don't really see könig being a crying kind of man, i think hes just a really, really empty husk of a man to the point he really doesn't know how to cry anymore.
I'd imagine the last time he cried was maybe somewhere before he hit the age 10...
maybe when he finally opens up about the more deeper parts of his horrific childhood to his engel, i think she's gonna be the one crying 😭 , tears swelling up, nose clogged, cheeks red and lips trembling while he just sits in front of her emotionless while talking/rambling about his past, and then they both just hug each other in the end and fall asleep awaeawawas
(I am still crying)
Yes you are so absolutely right on this!!! ❤️🩹
König would be so eerily detached when he unveils the details of his childhood and reader starts to cry like a waterfall. He cannot shed tears, not even when something finally breaks inside him as he sees someone – and not just someone but her – cry tears for him.
He just turns even more stoic until he finally falls silent and the only thing that can be heard are her sobs. She comes to hug him *tight* and he starts breathing again – something warm tugs inside his chest, and they embrace for the longest time while he slowly rocks her until she has cried her fill.
He would say something like "Don't cry, Engel.. I'm here," because he doesn't really know what else to say or do. Still tries to be the brave boy who saves mom and everyone else he cares for (that being mainly his angel whom he cannot bear to see in any way upset).
They would lie on the bed and tell each other how much they love one another, and it would turn into a competition of who can come up with a longer list of things they like about the other. She would soon be smiling through her tears, and König would go get her some tea and they would fall asleep after that, curled up like two animals (big and smol 🥰) in their safe little nest 🩷
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4.1.2023
I just finished Chapter 2. The ending was sad. The angels are brimming with hatred and blinded by it, so what they're doing is very unfair and inhumane.
But I also feel very excited to move on to Chapter 3, and Mammon is on the cover(?) of it so it's definite that MC will meet him now. I'm really looking forward to that and to meeting Bimet and Eligos, hopefully! Then again, MC didn't meet Astaroth even though he's from Gehenna, so it would make sense that she wouldn't meet all of Mammon's demons now too, which means that if she were to meet someone now, it should, by logic, be Bimet because he's the closest to Mammon. Time to see!
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intro: something I really loved about the end of Chapter 2 was the display of Satan's kindness—he loves his subjects and cares for them, and is sad when they get hurt. I also really appreciated MC's care for him and her desire to comfort him.
And Ppyong needs so many hugs.
update I: Minhyeok is so sweet <3 also, he and MC are really cute together
and dammit the H-scene is so far off sob I wonder who it's gonna be this time
update II: these bouncing angels that look like buns: wow guys, you're fast but it's time to meet the Lord, baby
update III: oooooh this one is called 'the man sculpted from muscle,' so is it time to meet Mammon already? I'm so excited omfg
update IV: everyone else is asleep, meanwhile Satan is just
update V: YAYYYY HIYA
but oh my he's so big HUGE and idk how to put it but there's this sweetness to his face. He's so cute lol and he looks like he would be great to hug
update VI: LMFAO
Tbh I'd love to do that too ngl
update VII: UHHH??? I kinda like how warm and comfy this sounds and wow, he really said I'll be your bed simply glorious!
Anyways, Mammon is making moves already, so wake up and get yo girl, Satan
update VIII: a somewhat strange thing to point out, unless it irks him (which doesn't quite make sense since he doesn't know her yet. But! If he felt attracted to her once he first saw her, that changes things a lot)
update IX: I'm going to guess that it DOES bother him
update X: ooff he's cool, he's cool <3
update XI: no comment true love can never be hidden, and he is passionate about butts, so he couldn't resist, I guess...
But what actually piqued my interest is the fact that his hands are bigger than any other hands MC has seen because I love hands
update XII: so first I chose to make MC grab his butt so I can see how he reacts, but dude the description was hilarious to say the least lmao
Mammon has a squishy soft butt spread the word
then I chose the 'lie back down on his chest' option because it's cute dammit needless to say, things got...interesting either way
update XIII: Satan is asleep so he's technically not seeing anything, but MC getting frisky with Mammon in front of Satan's open eyes...I'm just happy he wasn't awake to see this
update XIV: okay that's actually romantic in a greedy sort of way
update XV: he seems to be optimistic but sentimental, and pretty attached to his emotions too. CUTEEE ugh
update XVI: YEAH MAMMON IN YOUR DREAMS (thank u tho, i like u)
update XVII: Ppyong and Minhyeok have the cutest dynamic plssss also Minhyeok deserves more love from MC when possible
update XVIII: I thought Minhyeok was going to use his horn in class and almost died but let's be honest, I WAS going to enjoy how awkward and hard difficult it would've been for him to keep quiet lmao sadism anyways, did he just say that MC's underwear smells nice? Listen, bro...
update XIX: boys will be boys
update XX: AAAAAAAAAAARGH I LOVE HIM
update XXI: oh god I can't deal with this it's too cute LOOK AT PPYONG PLEASE LOOK AT HIM HE'S SO SMOL AND EXCITED AND HAPPY and look at Minhyeok noooo this is too precious
update XXII: Ppyong is rooting for MC and Minhyeok oh man that's it I'm gonna die of fluff overdose and I will love every minute of it
update XXIII: Minhyeok being doubtful and unsure of himself because he thinks that MC is seeing much better things in Hell which he would seem 'ordinary' next to, and Ppyong comforting him and telling him he's beautiful and 'devilish' aka code for 'good' was an arrow to my heart
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5.1.2024
update XXIV: it was mentioned earlier that MC beginning to see Minhyeok as a man and not just her childhood friend would have effects, so this is the beginning of it, I guess: Satan and Sitri are jealous and irritated
update XXV: lmaooo be fair, Mammon. Anyone other than Glasyalabolas would look small next to you Satan would look even smaller tho, I agree
update XXVI: okay, I really, really like Mammon. He has a very pleasant and chill personality, and he too seems to have gotten attracted to MC before he got to know for sure that she's Sulumun's dootah Solomon's descendant? That's so nice to know
update XXVII: oh my fucking—it's decided. I LOVE Bimet. He doesn't even bother to be convincing oh my God LMAO or maybe he thinks he IS being convincing or that others are idiots who would fall for it anyway
I'm so happy he got introduced so early though, I was waiting for that moment lol I really liked him the moment I read his intro *looks at Belial, Eligos, Beel, Ronové, Lucifer, Glasyalabolas, Gusion, Bathin and Andrealphus* did I forget anyone?
update XXVIII: THE H-SCENE IS SO CLOSE ALREADY WTF OMG YAAAS WHO'S IT GONNA BE
I have my bets on Paimon because I don't think it's logical for Mammon's to happen yet also let's hope I can pass the one battle that leads to it because this has been suspiciously easy (edit: I passed. Still suspiciously easy. It's coming for me, isn't it?)
update XXIX: no bro, I fucking ADORE him
update XXX (oooh would you look at that, an xxx): it's sweet how Bimet got emotional when he thought MC was Solomon, and it's funny that he was then like 'get lost if you don't have money, especially if you're not Solomon' lmao he's a riot
update XXXI: sexy move, hon
And excuse me for my poor wording, Bimet, but don't you look scrumptious! That tongue
update XXXII: aw he sounds annoyed but he also seems like he's going to cry. I wanted to include a screenshot, but no more images fit.
The heck though, I love him to bits. So, without further ado, welcome to my favourite characters club, Bimet!
But damn it, I also really liked when he told MC that she's a beggar that listens to reason. That screenshot deserved a spot in here too lol
Next up, THE H-SCENEEEEE!
#what in “hell” is bad#what in hell is bad#what in hell is bad diaries#Whb#whb mammon#what in hell is bad bimet#whb bimet
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ZIMPAI STORY PART 6: A CONFESSION OF OBSESSION 🥺👉👈
(YALL THIS IS GONNA BE THE LAST PART FJDJFDJ CUZ I HAVE TO END THIS WEIRD STORY BEFORE I BURN ANYONE ELSES BRAINCELLS AGAIN)
(AND THIS IS GONNA BE MY THING FOR ZIMDAY/IZDAY LOL)
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“LIEEESSS!” The alien desperately screeched out loud on the top of his lungs (or whatever aliens had). Dib raised an eyebrow in confusion, distracting him from the overwhelming sadness he was trying to hide. “I…uhhh- didn’t say anything…?”
Zimpai blinked and tried to regain his composure. He slowly took a step back and tried to escape.
Dib-chan tilted his head, and his hair bone scythe hair cowlick thingy turned into a light bulb as a thought struck him. “C-could it be…”
Just as the big headed boy opened his mouth to let out his undeniably kawaii anime voice, Zim-kun began to run and covered his nonexistent ears.
“Z-Zimpai has…a…a…”
Dib-Chan’s delicate pretty voice suddenly became deep and sounded like he was a macho and buff man.
“CRUSHY WUSHY LUSHY USHY BLUSHY CRUSHY ON MEEEE!11!1!1!1!11”
The yell was so loud and ear piercing that the whole ground collapsed while everything around Dib got pushed away by 999999999 kilometers.
This was so powerful that even Gaz became flabberGAZted by this and was more concerned than ever. “TAK- WHY THE ACTUAL HELL DID YOU MAKE THE ANIME BEAM DO THIS???”
Tak, despite her messy hair and being literally yeeted away by an incredibly long distance from a pathetic lover boy, was still smiling smugly and just shrugged. “I had the most tragic villain story from the most stupid defective Irken of destruction demolishing a vending machine. His stupid lover obviously has to be as insane as he is.”
Back with our main character idiots here, Dibby boi realised what he has done and sobbed, “Z-Zimpai my pookie…! I didn’t mean to hurt you like thisss…!!” (he obviously did lolll)
From 999 something kilometers whatever that number I typed earlier (oh wait I can copy and paste but oh well) away, the green space cockroach creechur growled, “GRGRGRRR YOUUU…!! YOUUUU!! WHEN YOU YOUUU!11!1!1 YOUUU MADE ME MAAADDD GRGRGRGRHDIEJDEKJ” (bro this space boi couldn’t hear dib a shmillion times even when he was 1 inch away from him but now he can-)
(wAIT I SHOULD MAKE LESS BRACKETED TEXTS SORRY-)
Instead of apologizing again, Dib got mad at Zim too because it would be too out of character if the boys didn’t fight each other here as it was still an ENEMIES to lovers arc after all.
Deeb Doob Dob Dib’s voice became all buff again as he himself became buff too, electricity surging all around him. He then ascended from the ground, T-posing and let the mysterious anime power carry him towards the alien.
The alien boi zimmediately tried to become as buff as Dibby boi did by casually grabbing a machine that was 69 420 times his size in his PAK and blasted himself with it, causing his scrawny-looking green arms to develop more and more muscles and become as buff as Dib was.
The boys just stared each other down, eyes glowing while T-posing in front of each other.
Dib-chan then broke the silence that lasted for 10 hours by saying in a small and cute voice while still in that buff state
“…Z-zim-kun I… I… l-love y-you…”
Zim then reverted back to his cutesy smol chibi shape and responded with a little “B-baka!!” even when Dib didn’t finish the sentence.
Surprised by that, the big headed boy also reverted back into his original pathetic form and giggled, “I love you….your mom!” He laughed even more and smirked. Zim was taken aback and felt his heart— whatever aliens had shatter into smithereens. Was this really how Dib felt…? Was it all just a silly little game…?
Before Zim could take get out his PAK legs to absolutely destroy and obliterate the human, Dib laughed once more and threw that one love letter to Zim, smacking his face and not the back of his bald head this time.
“Nahhh! Just kidding, and uh- happy birthday, I guess…” Dib looked away quickly as the butterflies returned in his stomach. Dang it— he forgot how cute his crush looked despite how stupid he was…
“Ehhh- birthday?? Invaders don’t NEED pathetic Urth birthdays!”
“Yeah, yeah— but today is still special, y’know? It’s the day you set your little alien foot on this planet!”
Zim tried not to smile at his beloved nemesis remembering AND writing some letter to him for this day. But then…
“WAIT! How did you know it’s today?? We met at the disgusting skool one or two days after I landed on this filthy planet!!”
Dib smiled and responded, “I’m a paranormal investigator! Of COURSE I know the exact day an alien comes here!”
“You were a creepy stalker from the start, Dib-thing… even before becoming those… yhaaan-deers…”
“You’re creepy too, y’know!! And you were so weird too! In fact- everything was so weird earlier… nothing new, I guess!” Dib chuckled.
Zim coughed and shifted his eyes away from Dib, yet getting closer beside him. “…Yeah. Very…strange…”
Dib-ch- I mean DIB noticed this and leaned closer and closer to Zim and….
HELD HIS HANDDDD!1?1!?!1?11!1! SO SCANDALOUS!! THE END-
(Just kidding :3)
…he affectionately smooched the bug boy’s cheek! This gesture was so sweet that even the usually cold Gaz let out an “awww!” along with every other bystander around them!
The gay boys finally completed their enemies to lovers arc….
…until the cartoon resets again and everyone forgot what happened !
The end uwu
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KFKDFKDKDKD HELP ITS ACTUALLY OVER AHHFJDJDDJD
THIS STORY HAS BEEN… SOMETHING! LOLL IF U ACTUALLY READ THIS, OR EVEN READ ALL THE WAY FROM THE START- I JUST WANNA SAY THANK YOU.
THANK YOU FOR ALL UR SUPPORT AND STILL STICKING BY DESPITE THE SLOW UPDATES AND THE LOW QUALITY WRITING AND PHONE DOODLES!
Honestly, I’m gonna miss this story, so maybe I’m still gonna make things for it in the future like doodle comics or more writings but after the reset! Anyway… again thanks so much for reading this if u did and have the bestest day or night! Don’t let the buff boys haunt you XD
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#KFDKKDKD#U GUYS WONT HAVE ANY MORE HORRIBLE HORRIFYING THING THAT WILL MELT UR BRAIN CELLS NOW#UNLESS U COUNT THE REST OF MY BLOG#DJDJ#YEAAAH U GUYS CANT ESCAPE MY CRINGE AS LONG AS I EXIST HEHEHEE#ZIMPAI STORY#ZIMPAI#ZIM-KUN#DIB-CHAN#anonymoosen#moosenarts#my art#aka low quality phone doodles#my writing#(horrible writing)#izday#Zimday#happy bday zim :3
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The Dwarka Squad pt. 1
Krishna
Gang leader
has a thing for feathers and flutes and makhan and Parth
"uwu isn't Arjun the cutest?"
part time job: conducting elopements
founder of the Krishna matrimonial services
scary when angry
spreads love and war
Balaram
Big bro who is always blamed
"become a teacher, they said. It will be fun, they said"
is just an emotionally weak smol bean
easily manipulated
has temper issues
ploughs the plough
stuck b/w two sides
Subhadra
More like "sweet-bhadra"
has love for everyone including bro's bff
child at heart
expert in ditching men *sobbing Dury noises*
friends with half of the planet
will kill you by stuffing you with food *Abhimanyu agrees*
Rukmini
kind, sweet, gentle, marvelous-
showers love on regular basis
has weak spot for bro
gives lessons on motherhood
gets along with everyone #real
Satyabhama
*laughs evilly*
fights with anyone and everyone
bffs with Draupadi #queensquad
disciplines kids regularly
has a dramatic entry EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
can be really sweet if fed sweets
Pradyumna
"hello darkness my old friend"
really hot and cool and tired and depressed
has a pretty smile
unaware about his own charm
sweet mama's boi
has dimples
Abhimanyu
trying to be the best of the best
a bit socially awkward
respects elders
wife simp
wins hearts without any efforts
a surprisingly romantic person
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violently smashing my two major fandoms with an F together as a form of procrastination
A question for the ages: WHICH Avatar character matches up with WHICH Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle one and WHY the fuck should anyone (besides me) care? We'll answer at least one of those questions for you tonight, dear viewers!!!!
First up
Neteyam - Leo
Eldest son, blue theme (like I could say this for all the Sullys, but shush), can do no wrong except when one of the siblings stubs a toe and then the Guilt, daddy's favorite solider who's also a huge dork (like we don't see a lot of evidence of this in canon for Neteyam but let me have this), Neteyam's Untimely End vs Leo getting treated as such a punching bag by each TMNT iteration that throwing him through a goddamn window is an established franchise staple by now.
Kiri - Donnie
A case can be made for April-Kiri parallels (particularly for psychic powers re 2012 April, my beloved, and dead mom syndrome) and also Karai-Kiri (for dead mom syndrome, how often I've mixed up their fucking names while writing), but Kiri-Donnie fits the siblings theme, so there. They're tech nerd-nature nerd solidarity, autistic Entities of unparalleled death and destruction, happy to destroy government property, younger siblings pretending to be above the Chaos while very much not, and in desperate need of a nap and a stiff drink.
Lo'ak - Raph
Rage issues. Daddy issues. Big brother issues. Relatively smol and Keenly aware of that fact. Adored by the (smart) fans, cursed by Eywa/God. Makes strong bonds with animal fwends and also collects traumatic experiences like magnets collect nails. 100% either in a fistfight or sobbing into his pillow rn. In a family living at the bottom of a fucking sewer and/or on the run from the government, still manages to feel like an odd one out. Someone needs to introduce Lo'ak to emo music, it would fuck him up so much /pos.
Tuk - Mikey
Youngest and most excitable sibling, heart of gold and jaws of steel. Optimism that remains in the face of innocence slowly being shaved away by Events. Hates being left out or left behind, committed to various Schemes and Plans with historically mixed outcomes. Has definitely either killed a man or will do so as soon as the opportunity presents itself.
Spider - Karai and April
Spider's kind of an unholy amalgamation of April's Token Human We've Shared Traumatic Experiences With journey and Karai's At Odds With Creepy Undead Father Figure And Complex Relationship With Less Creepy Father Figure (see below) arcs. Basically part of my ongoing psyops plans to Feminize That Boy (don't worry Karai-Kiri and April-Kiri parallels, I still love you). Also, Leorai/Apritello and Speteyam/Spiri (mix and match at will) have exciting interspecies and/or vaguely incestous vibes we should all strive for in our weird fanfics.
Jake - Splinter/Hamato Yoshi
Tired dads trying their best and just so happening to raise The Kids as soldiers-warriors along the way. Exciting and confusing relationships with the concept of this thing you call "death." Shameless species hoppers, even though Jake did it on purpose while TMNT writers in various iterations have to come up with increasingly more convoluted ways for it to happen to Yoshi against his will. Is not afraid of violence, especially when it comes to their homoerotically homicidal relationship with
Quaritch - Shredder
Big Bad of the story, or at least the one everybody pays attention to. The Bitch Who Refuses To Die. Unhealthy, possessive, genuinely quite creepy (/pos) obsession with sort-of-kid who ended up in his care through Unfortunate Means. Will destroy everything he remotely cares about and sit in the ashes with surprised Pichaku face before finding someone to blame. Refuses to let go of a fucking grudge, be it with aforementioned homoerotic-homicide buddy or various children.
Neytiri
Technically the best Neytiri parallel in terms of family relationships would be Tang Shen, Splinter's wife and the pseudo/actual (depending on the iteration) mother of his children. However, Tang Shen has an unfortunate history of being Dead Girled and Ghost-Momed in a way that puts her more in common with Grace or Tom Sully (rip). Still, Neytiri has a lot in common with the vengeful demon ghost version of Tang Shen that exists primarily in my head.
BONUS
Payakan - Casey Jones
Outcast from society, defender of the weak, wanted by the authorities. Combines genuinely passionate belief in justice/revenge with an equally genuine talent for wanton violence and destruction. Has an interspecies bromance with Lo'ak/Raph that puts Achilles and Patrocles to shame. Someone definitely needs to introduce Payakan to emo music, too, not to mention death metal--he'd start a band to put those Little Mermaid fuckers to shame.
Questions? Comments? Concerns? Arguments? (you're all wrong btw) Only know me from one of these fandoms and have no idea what the hell I'm taking about? Hit me up in the reblogs!
#I'm using the tmnt 2012 iteration because it's what I reblog the most#avatar#tmnt#avatar series#teenage mutant ninja turtles#crack crossover#dead dove do not eat#teenage mutant ninja avatars#neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan#leonardo#kiri te suli kìreysì'ite#donatello#lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan#raphael#tuktirey te suli neytiri'ite#michelangelo#spider socorro#april o'neil#oroku karai#neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite#tang shen#jake sully#miles quaritch#spideritch#karai x shredder#quarjake#splintersaki#payakan#casey jones#id in alt
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Reemerges from the void after several weeks of nothing... really do need to be writing these ideas down at least, coz am still thinking of my AUs, just not talking about them...
Anywhizzle, have been seeing all the AUs wherein F!Leo is dragged into the past with Casey Jr, and thought what if it's the other way around instead?
Like, due to mystic shenanigans the teens (post movie) get yeeted into the apocalypse timeline, at about when the boys are still in their early 30s and Casey is still a tiny child. Donnie is still alive, but Splinter, Raph and Cassandra are dead. (Cass being the most recent death.)
The present boys just kinda appear in Future Donnie's lab and he's just like: "Wut?" Followed swiftly by an intense interrogation on the who's, whys and hows.
And like, the kids are shook coz y'know, there is future version of Donnie in front of them, also adding in that this is the bad future they barely managed to avert. And then F!Donnie just kinda unfolds from his chair and holy cow he is a Tol! That kind of tall and thin with long limbs, easily taller than Raph. But then:
Teen Teetlez: "WHERE ARE YOUR LEGS!?"
F!Donnie: "They're right here!?" *gestures to his prosthetics
That is of course when Future Leo (who is about as tall as F!Donnie, just less lanky and a little more muscular) casually walks in, an arrow lodge in his shoulder and a smol sobbing child Casey clinging to his other arm; "Hey Don can you-" Sees younger version of himself and his brothers. "What the heck!? Don what did you do?"
Which sparks an argument between Future disaster twins (one that keeps getting interrupted as they try to address the arrow still lodged in F!Leo's shoulder only to get repeatedly sidetracked), while the kids are trying to process everything they just learned about F!Donnie as well as all this new information. Raph especially cannot get over the idea that at least 2 of his baby bros are taller than him.
Then Future Mikey bursts in: "Donnie! I just felt this massive mystic disturbance- oh."
Raph is relieved to note that at least Mikey is still smaller than him (he's not actually that smol, at about average height for a human male tho he looks tiny next to his bros), while the others are freaking out over the fact that Mikey has hair!?
Meanwhile, there is still an arrow in F!Leo shoulder and poor baby Casey's sobbing has devolved into distressed turtle noises...
#rottmnt#rottmnt au#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#casey jones jr#rise leonardo#rise donatello#rise michelangelo#rise rapheal#future timeline#save rise of the tmnt#future shenanigans
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10 JJK favorite characters and why? Doesn't matter dead or alive
First off, thanks for making it 10 instead of 5 so I can do my boys and girl justice. Since you asked for 'why' then knowing me, it won't be concise lol
Suguru: actually 1st place is both Suguru and Choso. It's very very hard for me to choose one out of the other but if I really have to rank then Suguru has more plus point in that, from reader's pov, he has deeper characterization and overall more developed thanks to his role in the story. Also a more complicated character which makes analyzing him more interesting. His design, appearance, techniques makes him the coolest jjk character for me.
Choso: from the 1st time he was shown and opened his mouth it was hook, line, and sinker, no turning back for me. I kinda see him as a single-minded character which is a trait that is usually be hit-or-miss in fictional character. It cud be either quickly redundant, boring, and underdeveloped or the exact opposite. For me Choso is the latter and all the positive praises. I love how Gege-sen chose his storyline until now. He has the best design out of all jjk chara. I love everything about him. Hottest character in JJK. Hotter than the sun and magma. Period.
Nanamin: I honestly cudn't find a single thing I cud dislike from this man, except myb the fact I wish we get to see him more w/o glasses on cz he has those pretty piercing gaze which I like. Has the best personality out of all adults in JJK (women chara included). He's what my friend and I said, the type of guy who wud easily pass any marriage interviews just being his true self, w/o even trying to impress the other party. And the kind that effortlessly nails all requirements of a son-in-law for many asian parents lmao, even if he himself doesn't wanna get married. Nothing but praise for his attitude and mannerisms.
Noritoshi (smol) : I've always loved underdog and this one is criminally, unfairly underrated. Added to that a pretty boy with family issues, sobbing backstory, who has great potential like him. One of jjk characters whose character development is so jarring and makes him a much better person. Seriously, if only he gets more showtime and is developed further. I love both his old and new design. Imo the way he's drawn is unique and quite different from others. Hopefully he's saved for more bigger role in the end w/o being disposed. He's not to be wasted.
Gojo: While I've never had a 'Gojo phase' whichever arc it's in, and while the concept of a loud, happy-go-lucky, rulebender, free-spirited, good-looking character who is great at everything he does isn't new to me, I found him very interesting as a character in that the way he was written is often contradictory and the way he's narrated making him more complicated than he actually is. I'd say Geto is the more complicated out of the two, but despite having much more showtime and elaborate backstory, Gojo rarely is shown being contemplative (for readers' sake) nor offers deeper insights of him as a character than what he's willing to give so it makes speculating abt him more intriguing.
Inumaki: Has one of the coolest CT in JJK, his design and characterization the most unique of all. Another great potential that is unfairly wasted that Gege doesn't even bother to give more of his backstory or development. Ultimate bishounen of JJK like nobody can even compare, followed closely by Suguru and Noritoshi yet he still wins by a margin.
Yuuji: It's hard not to like this sunshine personified. We can see how good Wasuke's upbringing was from the way he treats others close to him or total strangers. Polite and kind. All positive energy so his dynamic easily works with other characters well.
Yuuta: Also has one of the best character developments out of all. I just love it when a quiet or meek character suddenly turned unhinged after being prodded right. Love how cool and composed he is after coming back from overseas (on the outside) and still a precious cinnamon roll inside.
Shoko: Man, I just vibe with this girl in dna level. I'm literally like her irl except that I don't smoke. Do the job, do it right, chill, and dgaf abt everything else (on the surface). She's the character I can relate the most.
Higuruma-san: just...how can I not be excited when there's suddenly a nearly 40 y.o BAMF, awesome, cool ojisan in a shounen manga where all the powerful popular characters are either teens or late twenties or more than centuries old...I like his backstory, his perspectives on both his old world and the way he takes things in stride with his new world. A dark-haired as well, which is a plus.
#Nanamin is the most fav among my male colleagues that even some of them who claim as straight are kinda low-key lusting over him#so ig they arent that straight after all#jujutsu kaisen#favorite characters
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ikr? even though i started as a hater (bc mick would’ve apparently gotten the williams seat if they didn’t sign logan) but now i love him?? like sir why are you so pookie?! and it’s like he only really exists to oscar and maybe alex since theyre teammates but the rest of the grid is like logan who? the american dude? crying sobbing throwing up 😭😭
-🐾anon
oh… i didn’t know mick would have gotten the seat if they didn’t sign logan…………………………………. 😦
but ugh logan looks so polite don’t you think?? like he’s so smol boi and he’s so babygirl how can u not like him 😭 gonna need more drivers to start liking america in 2024
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CLICKY SCENE CLICKY SCENE CLICKY SCENE
[Screams]
I ended up rereading ch2 of what the water gave me to cope wITH THAT ENDING WTF BEE 😭😭😭😭😭😭
Also i forgot i hadnt sent an ask for ch 2 of songs of change 😭😭
So ima speedrun that quickly
UNCLE TECHNOOO OHMYGOODNESS I LOVE HIM, I LOVE HIM SM :(( HES SOO
Big boi man with smol child is my fav trope
Techno yeeting wilbur across the pool was so sweetsdhdjskfi i adored that scene sm, i could see it so clearly in my head rahhhh
Phil singing to help wilbur sleep makes me want to cry [bawls]
ALSO HE CALLED HIM KIDDO OGMGUDPAGELDSUEIDPDYWLRKDGSDNFOFSVDVKFFHDJFLDHRPFURDLGIFHDPFUFDHFPSHDKFJDVSKDJ [explodes] THEY MEAN SO MUCH TO MEEE AHFPFJEKS
I love the energy of wilbur asking a bajillion questions, he's sooo<33
A little shit, but an adorable little shit
Phil is also a little shit, i see why they like each other so much LMFAOOO
Philllll
Why did you think tricking the child into becoming a mer would work 😭 dumbass
Also why did he think Wilbur wouldn't figure it out 😭😭
Techno is the only one with braincells
Shfkflflf
Godddd im sooo sgdkfhsnfkf :((<33
Theyre all so SWEET i love them theyre a fambly but also PHIL WHY [sobs]
Also wilbur accidentally doing the scared trill and Phil RUNNING ohmggod he was so scared im gonna cry ohmvuspwheodisgdkfdj 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
Im so nervous hes gonna try to cut the scale off of himself ohmygod
IM SO SADDD
Goshhh, this was a really good chapter tho<333 definitely worth the wait ohmygoddd
I think taking ur time with the reveal really helped the impact, showing him being in denial bc if he was turning into a mer than that would mean Phil lied to him but then he couldn't deny it anymore--
Ughhh ohnygoodnesshdkfldf they make me so ill
The trust and attachment he has to Phil warring with his betrayal and fear ooohhmygoodness this poor kid
I have a feeling things are gonna come to a head next chapter with his crew... might find that scale on him or smth and uh oh...
We'll see tho :D very lovely update bee, i am so hyped for the next one!!! Mermay 2023 is almost complete 🥳
yuppp you know I just had to do another clicky scene those are too fun
so glad you guys all liked techno chucking wilbur across the cove. I was struggling so hard to come up with something for them to do when phil first introduced them in that scene and then I was like "what if he just threw him" and I love how it turned out so much
wilbur is his kiddo :(( but yes they are also both little shits like father like son and all
phil is very stupid and also doesn't understand human emotions so he didn't think wilbur would be THAT upset. techno, meanwhile, does understand humans more hence why he was just like "bruh this will not end well"
ty!! i'm very happy I added the scenes even if it was really difficult to find the time to write them. I definitely rushed through it on the first draft, but I wanted the buildup and the subtle hints as to what was really going on, along with wilbur's own denial. he trusts phil so much at this point, he doesn't want to believe that phil would betray him like this but he did and it hurts so much
guess you'll have to wait and see how things turn out :)
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Hey girlypopd luv ur fics im from ur Wattpad account so mby I get favoritism jk but I rly rly luv ur Freddyxchubby reader bc I’m self obsessed an I think everything is about me but anyway I rly need more serotonin in life an hope this isn’t too much but can I get angst like a lot mby a little tiny bit of the self harmy stuff pls sry I hav problems an if ur uncomfortable writing that i totally get that Luv u <3
Girlll, don't you talk to ME about angst, you are looking at the QUEEN of thinking of overly angsty scenarios😙🤞🏽♡. Also, ty for the compliments on my previous work, ilyily it literally throws me over the moon (no, not you, Moon🥴💀💕). I really hope you enjoy thissss✨️!! Also, this totally doubles as a thank you for the artwork you did for us, I just *sobs♡*.
~ Star✨️
Not Your Fault
Prompt: Maybe it came from your own self-doubt. Or, maybe it stemmed from your parents and their need to overdo it with the scolding. Hell, maybe it was just something often reiterated to you by strangers. But, for as long as you could remember, things never seemed to go your way. More accurately, things never seemed to go right because of you. And it was only natural that you suffered the consequences of your own actions...
Even if it had to be by your own hand...
Timeline: Post S!: FOTG
TW/Content: Self harm (if that wasn't already heavily implied/said)⚡️AngstAngstAngstttt⚡️But then lots and lots of comfort⚡️Reader being cynical⚡️(very smol, dw) Thoughts/Talk/Mention of unaliveness, I think, but probably not⚡️Freddy being an absolute 😇💙saint💙😇 (most of the time)⚡️Readers parent(s)/sibling(s) being annoying
Reader: Fem! Reader She/Her/Hers Pronouns
Requested By: @lukkdukkyleak
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'Snap'
. . .
'Snap'
You were stuck. This was the third time this had happened to you this week. On your conclusion, no less; the very last paragraph of your essay. You'd sit down, open up your Google document, read over your own writing for the zillionth time until you got to where you had left off...
And then, with intention to finish it up, write the last few sentences or so, you'd urge yourself to get right to work. Just start writing. Get it done. Do it.
And yet, you just... couldn't. Writers' block had now become your mortal enemy, and you'd do anything to get rid of it. Because if you didn't, it'd leave you with nothing to turn in. If you didn't have a final paper to turn in, you'd automatically fail this English class.
If you failed this English class, you wouldn't graduate in the Spring. If you didn't graduate, you wouldn't be allowed to cross that stage and get your diploma. If you didn't get your diploma, your parents would surely be more than disappointed. In you, in themselves for actually thinking you could do it...
You'd have to repeat the school year, do it all over again, just to circle right back to this final English paper. And again, you'd get stuck in your own head, fighting a mental block you couldn't even defeat right now. The cycle would go on, and natrually, it'd be your own doing. Or rather, you own undoing.
Your own fault. All because you can't write a conclusion.
'Snap'
"Did you hear me?"
Your head whipped up in a flurry, letting go of the hair tie pulling against your wrist to create one final 'Snap'. An accidental one, which gained a short wince out of you at its unexpected sting before you could even speak.
The boy in front of you took this as a sign that you were distracted, happy to repeat himself while he closed his laptop in order to see you better.
"I said, 'Do you wanna go to (Favorite Fast-Food) after school?'."
"Oh." You hummed, your eyes shifting away from his chocolate brown ones and back to your screen. At its mention, you were suddenly craving (F/FF). But you also knew better than to let yourself get distracted when you didn't have to. What was most important was this essay, and if you procrastinated any longer, you'd surely miss the due date, and-
"I'll pay." Freddy quickly added, sensing your hesitancy from his own seat before lighting up even further at your scoff. A dismissive one, sure, but it came with a smile he found hard to hate; elated that he had been the cause.
"Please, you can barely afford to get your lunch every day."
"See, m'kay, that's where you're wrong, right?" Freddy began, speed-talking as per usual, which always caused your smile to grow. "(Y/N), I saved up for a whole week so I can literally get us whatever. Those silly little drinks you like? Done. Or-or fries, or whatever? Done. I will buy you the whole menu, try me."
"Okay, okay, I get it." You laughed, knowing he had already convinced you. Persuaded, sure...
...And yet...
"I would, Freds, really. But, I don't think I should."
His head tipped to the side in confusion, curls falling with which almost caused an 'aww' to leave your lips. He stared, doe-eyed, expecting his answer because you denying (F/FF) was a first. It was a bit surprising, but your reasoning, once given, was valid.
"I need to get this paper done. Tonight. If I don't, I'll just...worry about it forever, and I won't be able to focus. Another time?"
He smiled at your compromise, the heel of his foot bouncing up and down in his seat as if he just couldn't wait for whenever "another time" would be. Hopefully soon, sending about a thousand nods your way before speaking.
"Yeah, sure, no problem!"
The bell rung, students around you rushing to pack their things away now that they were no longer confined to the hell that was Fawcett Central. You did the same, not that you were exactly excited to return to your own home. Your hopes lied in the assumption that you'd be able to rush quickly to your room. Not to be bothered for the rest of the night as you finished up your work.
"But like, are you sure, though?"
You tossed your head back, a joking groan escaping your lips as the two of you squoze yourselves between people in the hallways. And still, he went on in hopes to further convince you because, as it turned out, the boy had very little patience to wait until "another time." Something that he wasn't even sure would come.
Plus, as one would expect, he was only following his brother's advice...
"If you really wanna spend time with her, just go for it. And don't let her flake out or play hard to get. It'll show her you're persistent, and girls usually like that type of stuff. Let's them know you care."
And of course Freddy cared about you! So...
"I'm just sayin'! It'd be fun, and y'know, maybe you need a break."
"Freddy..."
"Plus...!" He interjected before you could go on. "When have I ever steered you wrong?"
"H-"
"And don't say gym class, or the Winter Carnival, or that one time with the Breyers, or that other time with the Breyers, or the glitter bomb, or...The Incident™..." He listed off with haste, all different scenarios/times where he had most definitely steered you wrong.
"Those were all just horribly timed coincidences that have nothing to do with how I operate."
"Oh, is that so?" You challenged with an amused giggle, Freddy sending you an assertive smirk right back.
"Very much so."
"And how are you so sure of that?"
"Come with me," he taunted lightly, effortlessly cycling the conversation right back to his initial goal. "Let me whisk you away, (N/N)... and you'll find out."
You couldn't help but shake your head at the dork in front of you, trying your very hardest to hold in a flattered smile at his antics. Walking backward down the stone steps as if he wasn't one off-balanced wobble away from tipping over. Sending you pleading eyes and a goofy grin along with the use of a nickname.
With the break of your own toothy smile, he knew he had won you over before you even had to say anything.
"Fine, fine...I'll go."
"Yes, yes, yes-yes-yes, I love it when you agree with me!"
"But just tonight!" You reminded, pointing an index finger that he simply grabbed, interlocking his own with it. "I'm off limits tomorrow. And Sunday!"
"Yeah, sure, you got it. You have the rest of the weekend left to do..." He waved his free hand around wildly, looking for the words he never found before finishing.
"I dunno, whatever it is you do."
"Thank god." You sighed half-jokingly, earning you a laugh you never got tired of.
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You were lucky to hear more of it, even if it wasn't in person. You reminded yourself of that over and over again as you walked home. Freddy insistent on the fact that even though he couldn't be there to walk you home himself, he'd at least stay on the phone with you until he knew you were safe.
But anyhow, you were repetitive on the fact that you had a good time, that you were lucky to listen to Freddy ramble on and on about tonight's prior festivities because of the simple fact that it had been keeping you distracted. Away from the troubling thoughts of guilt for not listening to your past self. Sure, you had a great time, but at what cost?
A waste of time to get your work done? No. No, no matter. It didn't matter now. You had done it, you had gone out and had a great time with your best friend. Now it was time to wind down and focus, return home and get your work done. You could still rely on yourself.
"Hey, it's late, I gotta go, Freds." You excused once your place had come into view.
"You make it home safe?" He double-checked, and you almost nodded, forgetting he wasn't physically there with you.
"Yeah, which is why I gotta go, dude."
"Alright, right, you're super duper busy, so I can't bother ya' anymore." He sighed through his words, smiling once he heard your quiet giggle on the other side of the line along with the jingle of your keys.
"I'll check on you Sunday."
"Wha-? Freddy, n-"
"Bye!"
And the line went dead, leaving you to purse your lips and scoff. It was a wonder you liked him, let alone had a whole crush on him, when he often times pushed at your boundaries. But, nonetheless, you were simply happy to know him at all, and-
No. No, focus. You were swift to set yourself straight, not wanting to get lost in your daydream-esque thoughts on the boy you'd been pining over for a couple of years now. That'd be your lamest reason yet on why you had deterred from your essay.
"(Y/N)...!!" The call of your name made you jump, erasing any thoughts you had about anything at all while attempting to pull yourself together at a reasonable speed. It ended with you anxiously tugging at the familiar blue hairtie around your wrist, not yet pulling it far enough back to release, but just enough to provide some odd comfort while your parent came tearing around the corner to your position in front of the door.
"Where have you been?" They asked, their tone laced with demand rather than actual worry as you stumbled to push out a viable excuse.
"I...was out with my friend, I just lost track of time."
"Mm." They hummed, never really truly satisfied with any answer you might've given as they looked you up and down. "I don't like you staying out so late, you know better. You didn't even call. You knew you had chores to do today."
"Sorry..." You mumbled, subjected back to the looming silence before they gave a roll of their eyes and sighed.
"Well, did you eat?"
"Yeah, I had (F/FF)."
"...Alright."
And that was that, your parent leaving you to yourself once again as you gratefully made the choice to head straight for your room. It was just as you left it when you had left for school early this Friday morning, which meant you had a bit of cleaning to do.
But surely, you could push that task back until later. It could always be done the moment you typed up the rest of your final paper. Without second thought, you sat on your bed and pulled open your laptop, as well as gathering any notes you might've needed together before reading over what's been typed so far.
. . .
You rubbed at your eyes until you were satisfied, your hands moving to slide above and push back your hair. As if you were ridding yourself of the exhaustion.
"Foucs, focus, focus..." You commanded yourself, repeating the word over and over again in your mind. Your fingers wandering back down to your wrist.
'Focus, focus, focus, focus...'
'Snap'
'Just focus...just write something. Just write a sentence. A word...'
'Snap'
"Ohh my goshhh..." You groaned under your breath.
'Snap'
Your (E/C) eyes wandered towards the bottom right corner of your screen, grazing over the time as if you were wasting it. Well, technically, you were. But you weren't at the same time, seeing as only a few minutes had passed since you've sat.
10:23p.m.
"Whatever, just...write." You commanded yourself further.
. . .
When your eyes wandered back to the time once more, you were left to fight the lump forming in the back of your throat.
1:04a.m.
So much time had passed, and not a single thing had been typed. You wanted to be mad at yourself but couldn't. You kept checking your phone, you kept talking to yourself, you just had to turn on the TV for "background noise"...
It looked like you'd be pulling an all-nighter this evening.
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You woke up feeling disoriented. Peaceful, sure, but only because your mind was still clouded with sleep, which left you to struggle at taking in your surroundings and the reason why your body ached.
In about another five seconds, all your memories had returned to you, and you now had the answers to all of your questions. You had fallen asleep, even after you had convinced yourself that you were going to pull an all-nighter. Even more disappointing, having fallen asleep at such an awkward angle left you with a crick in your neck that you couldn't sooth with a simple massage right away.
And to your dismay, your laptop displayed the essay that you very clearly hadn't touched. That you had fallen asleep on. You wanted nothing more than for it to finish itself at this point, but you knew better than to actually believe that would happen. Wishful thinking on top of all of the other worries you had swarming your mind. Just to set yourself straight, hastily reminding yourself you now had only the rest of today and tomorrow to finish it, you allowed yourself to stretch and shake away the rest of your drowsyness.
"What...?" You murmured the moment your finger had grazed over the touchpad, reading over the pop-up window in the middle of the screen.
You read it again in disbelief.
And then again, your anger rising at the key words; 'Remaining batter life' 'charging cable' '7%' '10 minutes of power'.
"No, no, no..." You whined, practically throwing yourself out of the bed. Your notes scattered everywhere, but you couldn't bring yourself to care as you desperately searched for the charger to your laptop. When you realized, after dumping out all of your backpack's contents onto the floor, that it wasn't even in there, you grew even more panicked, if possible. If not there, where?
Scouring your room for any sign of the black cord began to accumulate a bigger mess than had already been evident, but you found it worth it when you had finally spotted it under your desk, tangled with a bunch if other loose wires and cords which left you with the tedious work of untangling them.
By the time you had finished, your room an even bigger mess and your mind swarming with curses and exasperation, you had returned to your laptop a second too late. The screen was black and the power button on the top left corner refused to light back up, no matter how many times you pressed it until you finally had to accept the fact that it had officially died. It was only when you were mid-way through putting it on the charger and plugging it into the outlet when you also realized this meant your paper may have not been saved.
You couldn't even fathom the words to bring out of your throat in this instant, angry and inaduble grumbles leaving in their place as you fought the lump in your throat. It seemed you had just woken up and already couldn't catch a break, not that you really had anyone else to blame but yourself.
If you had just stayed up and done your work like you were supposed to instead of sitting there looking at the screen until you fell asleep, this wouldn't be happening to you right now.
"Ughh, stupid, stupid..." You berated yourself, tugging at the blue hair tie and letting it snap back consecutively. It didn't bring you any comfort, but you were convinced it was an act that helped you think better, or faster. And, like usual, it seemed to work as your (E/C) eyes glanced over to your phone.
It sat on the edge of your desk, certainly not dead when the charger was connected into it. You could quickly download Google docs and pray that it had auto-saved before your computer died, and if so, you could continue writing on your phone. You-
"Hey..."
Your head whipped around at the sound of your parent entering your room, now wanting nothing more than to roll your eyes the moment they gave a look of disgust at not just the state of your room, but your person as well.
Your clothes from last night were still disheveled, your hair more than likely a mess, and surely, the bags under your eyes weren't any more flattering.
"...You need to clean this room up, it's always such a mess in here. And you still didn't do your chores from last night, so when you're done, you need to get on that."
"Yeah, I know, I-"
"Don't tell me you know. Otherwise, it'd be done. Now get started so that we can leave."
Your sigh halted, words you couldn't quite shuffle in the right order escaping your lips in distressed stammers upon hearing the last sentence.
Leave? Leave where? You couldn't leave!
"I can't- Where are-? I have to write this essay, it's due Monday, I don't-..."
"(Y/N)..." They spoke your name through a groan, already brushing off what, to them, was just excuses. "I don't have the time to argue with you about this right now. We have errands to run, and it's bad enough that now we have to wait on you."
You wanted to apologize or... at least explain how the circumstances weren't exactly your fault. Not entirely...
Weren't they?
But it didn't matter. The words got stuck once again and your parent had left, meaning that your only hope of not letting this Saturday go to waste was to try and clean as fast as possible and do your work in the car considering you were stuck using your phone.
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'Well, that was a bust...' You thought, a scowl etched onto your face as though the expression were permanent. To say you were irriated would be the understatement of the century. Even more so when you couldn't place that agitation and blame onto anyone else but yourself.
If you hadn't procrastinated for so long, you wouldn't have an essay that decided your future to work on. If you didn't have an essay to work on, you wouldn't have felt so sullen about accepting Freddy's request to basically blow it off. If you hadn't accepted his request, you would've gotten home sooner to clean and do your chores. If you had done them sooner, you would've had more time to write, and maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't have fallen asleep so easily.
And then these errands would mean nothing to you other than a family outing because your work would be done, and you'd have nothing to worry about. But instead, and because of your incompetence, here you were trying your best to dodge and weave through crowds of other people doing their shopping. Trying your very hardest to type and walk in order to keep up with your family.
"I don't understand why you're moving so slow..." Your parent scolded lightly, urging you to do what you were already trying to do. Only your eyes lifted from the screen, just for a moment to shoot off a glare before returning to your screen and typing furiously.
Sure, your writers' block had finally cleared. But you could only ever get in a few words every couple of minutes before you had to look up to dodge. Or, be interrupted by your family, a sibling. An annoying one, at that...
"Yeah, weren't you just here yesterday with your boyyyyfrieeeend~?" They teased, leaving you to grumble.
"He's not my boyfriend. And yeah, but we went straight to (F/R) and ate at the food court, we weren't shopping."
Your sibling rolled their eyes.
"Whatever, just saying...it should be easier for you to keep up."
"(Y/N)?!"
Speak of the devil, you and your entire immediate family's heads whipping up at the obnoxiously loud call of your name. Your eyes searched high and low, all around until they landed on that familiar head of curls and the silver of a crutch.
"Oh, hi..." You awkwardly greeted, not even loud enough for him to hear it as he approached gleefully. Normally, at the presence of your family, you'd try and usher him away. Give him the hint not to intervene and make it awkward for everyone, but mostly you. But, seeing as your family hadn't even bothered to slow down, you figured a brief conversation wouldn't hurt.
Plus, upon noticing a couple of his siblings and Rosa behind him, you didn't want to come off as brash or rude.
"I thought you said you were gonna be busy?"
The question almost took you by surprise, but upon recalling last Friday, you realized that was pretty much what you had told him.
"I am! I just...I got caught up, it's weird..."
Sensing this wasn't enough of an answer or anything excusable, you spoke further. It had inevitably dug yourself a deeper hole, his brow raising in question.
"My parents, they're just...they wanted me to go shopping with them."
"Your...parents...?"
Oh, right...they walked off....
"Ye-Yeah, they are- They were here, but I lost track of them, so..."
You were aware of how unconvincing you sounded, letting a quiet sigh escape you before checking your phone. Your essay was still intact, and- Oh! That's a good word, 'intact'... You could do something with that, let's just...add it to the conclusion...and...
What you couldn't sense was how disinterested you looked to Freddy, the boy looking back to Billy for any type of further advice. All the brunette could do was shrug from afar, attempting to entertain Rosa, who wasn't at all paying attention to the events.
Hey, mother's got to shop🤷🏽♀️.
Either way, to him, it looked as though you were trying your hardest to avoid him. Freddy could feel his chest tighten at just the thought, wondering why that could possibly ever be the case. Why you had become so distant suddenly. And now, you'd barely even look at him?
"So, uh...what's the deal? Did I say something you didn't like?"
"Huh?"
You hadn't looked up, leaving him to reluctantly fill in the blank for you.
"...The other night. When we went out. On that date..."
Now, this caught your attention. Your head cocked back, and your brows knitted incredulously.
"Date? That wasn't a date, I thought we were just hanging out."
'...Was...that a date?' You thought swiftly when you heard the words leave you own mouth, having not entertained such an idea before. But, now that Freddy had said something-
"(Y/N), I literally took you to your favorite place and paid for everything. And then we went to the arcade, and got milkshakes, and...well, I was gonna walk you home, but that didn't work out, as you know, since...you were there..."
"Oh."
You hadn't a clue of what to say, and the longer the silence hung over you two, the more worried you grew. Was that really a date? He didn't technically ask you out to date. He said he wanted to hang out. Maybe it was implied in his tone, and you missed it because you had been so focused on your essay.
But certainly, wasn't your essay tons more important than any date or whatever? If you hadn't gone, you would've had the whole weekend to go out on a date. Right?
Also, where the hell had your family gone? Did they even stop to think that you could really use an out right now? You had no idea what to say!
"Well, to be honest, I really shouldn't have gone at all if you think about it..."
So, you spoke without thinking. And immediately, you could tell that was the wrong answer, the words even stinging your own self the second they came out. Freddy's hurt expressions stinging even more as you lowered your phone.
"But you have time to be out and about with your 'parents'?" Why did he say parents like that? Did he not believe you? "Okay, cool. Awesome."
"I am! Was! They're here, I didn't have a choice, they made me come." You explained hastily. "Plus, I am busy. This paper is super important for me to get done, you know that."
"Yeah, I do. I also know that it was assigned months ago... why would you be doing it now, last minute?"
Holy shit... he really didn't believe you...
But it's not like you wanted to admit you had stupidly put it off for so long, either...
"Freddy..." You sighed, tossing your arms in uncertainty of what to say next. All you had was excuses. "...I didn't mean it. What I said. I'm just-"
"-Busy, yeah, I know."
More tense silence filled with the idea that you were losing him. Not only as a crush, but as your established friend as well. And god, were you trying desperately to mend it before it broke. You clicked your phone off, shoving it into your pocket completely out of sight.
"We can walk around right now if you want. Just until I have to leave?"
"Nah."
Ouch.
"I... don't want to walk on my leg more than I have to. See you around, (Y/N)."
. . .
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... 'Snap'!
"Stop doing that, it's annoying."
And you did, for a mere moment just to give a side eye towards your sibling before continuing.
Pull... 'Snap'!
Pull... 'Snap!
P u l l. . . 'SNAP'!
"Ow..." you winced.
"Would you stop it?"
"Shut up...!"
"Hey...!" The warning yell of one of your parents stopped the bickering and the rubber band pulling, but it didn't make you want to cry any less.
"Cool it back there. This is supposed to be a nice family outing..."
If anything, it made you want to cry more.
"Well, I didn't want to even be here, so..." You mumbled.
And it was true, you didn't, having wished you had protested more earlier. Then maybe your essay would be done by now. And maybe Freddy would still be your friend...
You cried.
Well, not in the car. But you did the second you finally arrived back home, to the haven and privacy of your room to let it all out. Frustrated and defeated, your wrist still stinging and itching with welts you knew the hair tie snapping would create. But you didn't care, at least, not about the last bit. It was stress relieving, so at least it counted for something good. It was done with good intent, and wasn't that all that mattered? Wasn't that enough?
Shouldn't that be enough for Freddy? He was- No, he is your best friend. And sure, you might've unintentionally pushed him away, but it was for a greater good. You were sure. Blocked him out with a good intention, if... that even existed. So, with such logic, apologizing and molding things back to normal should be a simple task, yes?
Yes, good. Perfect. That made it easy to set aside for a later moment, hastily wiping your tears and taking in small breaths before setting yourself at your desk. Not the bed, because you would not be falling asleep this time. You would write, write wrute, type, type, type until you were done. And that's final.
. . .
There it was again. That blocking feeling. But it came back different this time, unusual and almost unfamiliar to the normal writers' block.
Freddy. Freddy. Freddy.
That's what it was. That's all it was. The words you had said, his face twisted in disappointment and sadness running through your mind over and over again. How you had hurt him.
Ugh, you couldn't do this.
9:30p.m.
You couldn't bear it. And, pathetic enough, you couldn't even bring yourself to text him. To let him know it was all your fault. To even just apologize.
You went to bed.
You'd cram all of your needed tasks in tomorrow with a fresh, clear mind...
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This time, you had awoken to complete silence. And way later than last time, which you supposed was needed due to the fatigue of Friday through Saturday's events...
Upon doing some further snooping around the house, you had gathered the fact your family had gone out without you this time. And albeit you couldn't help but feel a little hurt, nobody having even attempted to wake you let alone invite you, you knew it was overall in your best interest.
You had a conclusion to write. After an afternoon breakfast and a fresh pair of comfy clothing, you situated yourself right back at your desk. Your laptop fully charged. Any and all disturbances out of sight, therefore out of mind. And eventually, after a good stare at the words already there, at the florescent blue light of the screen, the creative juices began to flow. You were off...
The blessing of finally being able to write lasted for only a few more hours, the sun setting and the noise of the city outside becoming evident as you leaned back in your seat for a break. A good stretch and rub of the eyes, a well-deserved swallow or two of water...
'Bonk-Bonk-Bonk'
Your brows knitted, lips unconsciously forming a pout at the consistent sound against your window. It confused you, the noise something you hadn't heard in a while. Something you only ever heard when expecting-
"Oh my god, Freddy...!" You gasped, having walked over and cautiously slid open your window. The sight of him scared you enough to practically jump back as he came tumbling onto your floor. A fall that worried you, of course, but neither of you could focus on that given a mere, lazy collapse to the ground seemed like nothing compared to the rest of his injuries.
"Oh my god, Freddy..." You repeated in utter dismay, covering your mouth with your palm for maybe a split second before you were immediately stooped by his side in order to help him sit up.
"What happened, why are-? Oh my god, there's so much bl-"
"-I'm okay, I'm okay..." He reassured quietly, moving his hand up and down as if to say, "Calm down." Not that it did any good, your eyes scanning over each and every cut and/or bruise you could find before delivering your final questions.
"What are you doing here? You...need a doctor or-or something, how did this even happen?"
He laughed, almost as if there were something funny that you didn't get. Some twisted inside joke. Twisted, because it left him...well... like this.
"Being a superhero is harder than it looks, (N/N)..."
A pause.
"Are you delirious or something? I- Y'know what? Okay, I-... Stay there, don't move."
As if he'd even try. He watched as you jogged out of your room, able to hear you rummaging around in your bathroom for medical aid while his brown eyes scanned your room. It seemed to have remained in the same state as when he last saw it; neat and tidy, minus a few distraught blankets and cords. He traced a thick, gray one up to your desk, noticing it was plugged into your still on and running laptop.
His brows furrowed. He could see the small words, even from his place on the floor by your window and almost wanted to slap himself.
You really were finishing up an essay. The easy, if anything. Instead, he chuckled. Of course you waited until the last second to do it. How (Y/N) of you.
He had to fight off his blush (and a startled jump) when you came rushing back into the room, arms filled with supplies and a worried expression etched onto your face.
"We didn't have a lot, but I really don't want your cuts to get infected..." He heard you mumble, shakily pouring bits of alcohol onto a cleaning pad.
"It's gonna sting..." You warned, Freddy nodding as fast as he could and sending you the wave of a hand, already knowing and preparing himself for the sensation. And when it came, he bit his lip to hold back what would've been squeak coming from his throat.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry..." You soothed through whispers, wrapping and/or bandaging as quickly yet accurately as you could. "You really should've gone to the E.R., Freddy, I can't-...I feel-...I can only do so much."
"Geez, you really don't want me around much, huh?" He joked, but even you could see the way it held some truth as your actions slowed, looking into his eyes in hopes he saw the truth in yours.
And if not, you'd damn sure say it.
"Freddy, please..." It was almost a scoff, but your tone had dwindled into something much more sincere. "Of course I want you around. I always want you around, you-. . . You make me happy, especially when a lot of things don't. Okay?"
He seemed to be mulling your words over, the boy shuffling every now and again at any certain pain that felt a little too sharp, or when you squoze a bruise a bit too hard.
"I-... It just doesn't feel that way, I guess. Sometimes, I wonder if you even like me." Again, he laughed as though he had spewed a funny joke. You couldn't return it, simply shocked at such a theory before quickly debunking it.
"I like you a lot!!"
. . .
"Sorry, that was...loud." You apologized, earning you another laugh at such sudden passion. "But I do like you, why wouldn't I? I just...had a lot on my plate recently, and I didn't know how to handle it. Especially telling you, so I just...I dunno, I guess I pushed you out, hoping you'd just... know."
Freddy smiled, one that exuded comfort and understanding before pushing your hand to the side so he was able to look at you properly. To hold your cheek in the palm of his hand and admire your face, watching at how you didn't even fight to melt into his touch.
"I'm sorry." He apologized. "I'm sorry that I didn't understand. I'm your friend, so, it's kind of the one job I had and I failed... but, I don't want you to ever feel like you can't talk to me. Or that I won't help you when things get difficult."
And for an extra touch, he gave your hand a squeeze of reassurance. The same hand which held the pad of alcohol in it. You hadn't noticed it when droplets went rushing down your hand and to your wrist, too caught up in the moment. All too ready to express your gratitude and mutual appreciation for him.
But you sure as hell noticed it when it stung you. Burned you, felt more like it, leaving you to let out more winces and whimpers than Freddy had during the cleaning off all of his injuries combined.
"Woah, hey, what's up? You okay?"
"Yeah, just-"
You were fast to yank your hand away, squeezing the sleeve of your sweater around your wrist in an attempt to aid the stinging feeling you were experiencing. This confused Freddy. Enough so to where he forced himself to fully sit up so he could properly inspect whatever was causing you any pain. It was bad enough that he had left you emotionally distraught and that he now needed you to take time off from your work just to help him heal from his recklessness...
The least he could do was return the favor of medical help.
"Here, lemme' see."
You didn't even get to go, "No!" yanking your wrist away from his gentle hold once again in a flurry of panic and unexpectedness.
"What is it? Are you okay?"
You eyes were wide and you didn't understand why you felt such dread. A fear of him seeing what you had never shown anyone, even though it had never occurred to you to be upset about someone finding out before.
Er...not that you were hiding it. Were you?
"It's...nothing, I'm fine. Just let me finish cleaning you up so I can-"
"Hey..." Freddy stopped your swift movements, his heart pounding at just the mere thought of you hiding anymore pain from him. Had someone done something to you? If so, he should've been the one protecting you. It was now his turn to experience the feeling of anxiety swelling in his chest.
"You can tell me, it's alright. I won't be upset, just... talk to me. Okay? Trust me."
And you did. You didn't know if it was his words or the tone laced within them. Whether you were just tired of fighting it or being upset with him. Or him being upset with you. Tired of pushing him away and... who knows? Maybe if he knew, then you could stop...
You slowly inched your arm in his direction, visibly shaking from both the sting of the remaining alcohol and the piling nerves as he steadily bunched up your sleeve.
At first, there was no expression. No words, no nothing. Was he even processing what he was seeing? The red, fine-lined welts up and down your wrist and forearm, some older and healing, some... very fresh. It made you so jarringly aware of how hard you had actually been snapping the hair tie all of this time.
"(Y/N)....what-"
"It was supposed to help." You interjected, fighting back tears you hadn't even noticed arrived. "I read this thing on this website somewhere, and I just- I- I read it, and..."
Tripping and stumbling over your words made you want to just give up all over again. And yet, even though you refused to look up to see the expression of disappointment on Freddy's face, you could feel it. And that was just enough for you to keep desperately grabbing at straws to defend your wayward actions.
"I... I used to...do worse, I was messed up. Really messed up, and it was the only thing that made me feel better. Relief, I mean, maybe not better, but-..."
You choked back a cry.
"I read this thing, and it said that a good alternative as a way to stop would be to snap a hair tie instead. It-It's less than... y'know... and it...I-...I'm sorry."
"(Y/N). . ." Freddy started his sentence with nothing more to say after the whisper of your name, watching as you couldn't help but finally burst into tears right there on the floor in front of him. It was a moment in time when he realized there was nothing much he could say or do, only wanting nothing more than for you to be okay.
"Please don't cry, it's not... it isn't your fault, (N/N)."
You couldn't pull yourself together enough to elicit proper words, wishing you could just express everything you were feeling in one go. Or at least console Freddy because that's what he came over for, after all. He needed you to be there for him, patch him up, and you couldn't even do that. Instead, things have come down to being all about you again.
Little did you know, it's not like Freddy much cared. He'd rather things be all about you and you be okay rather than no one giving you the time of day and you're suffering.
"Here, c'mere..." The boy urged, pulling you closer on his own accord when you didn't budge. "I'll clean them for you this time."
You nodded in thanks as you leaned against his chest, watching carefully through your tears as he slipped the pad of alcohol from your grip gently and began to pour some more onto it.
"And when I'm done," he continued. "There won't be a next time where I'll need to do this, 'cause we're gonna find some even better alternatives together, 'kay? Better than a hair tie."
A silence lingered in the air as you sniffled, only speaking up just before he could press the pad to your welts.
"...You mean like... like a scrunchie?"
. . .
"Pfft-!"
Freddy attempted to shield his laugh away from you, but quickly didn't bother anymore as your broken laugh joined in at your own distasteful joke.
"That's- No, you're- Oh my gosh, that's awful..." He spoke through giggles he fought to contain, even though the comment seemed to lift the both of your spirits instantly. Well, until he had to clean up your wrist...
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Freddy's brows furrowed when he realized the sounds of your winces and hisses were no longer to be heard, even when he'd press the damp pad to your wrist or forearm. He was about done, anyways, but he stopped to check on you and became flattered to see that you had fallen into a peaceful sleep against him.
He smiled down at you, admiring you for as long as he could while finally wrapping up your arm the same way you had his cuts and bruises. And, though he would've been more than happy to hold you like this for as long as he could (yes, even if it was on your floor), he looked around the room and was swift to realize there were still a few more tasks that needed completing.
But, most important, your essay. Considering the amount of emotional turmoil it seemed to have caused you over the weekend, he figured it should be something you no longer had to worry about. As carefully as he could without waking you, and scooted and withered his way out from under you, allowing you room to stretch out against the floor. It couldn't have been the best of comfort, but he'd address it later, making his way over to your desk and in front of your open laptop.
. . .
When you woke back up, you were alarmed to no longer feel the weight of Freddy's arms around you. It made you pop straight up, your head and eyes looking around the room like a baby bird who had just hatched until finally, they landed on the body sprawled across your bed.
You almost wish it were you, your mattress much comfier than the ground beneath you. He really just left you there on the floor and took up all of the space, pillows, and blankets, huh?
You eventually urged yourself to stand, knowing you'd have to clean up a little bit at some point and finish your paper before you could join him, but stopped right in your tracks when you noticed the change in screen.
Assignment Due: Monday, 9:30a.m.
Status: Turned In/Completed
"...What, bro...?" You muttered through a rasp of drowsiness, changing directions to head for your desk rather than the clothes and lose trinkets on your floor.
Once you were able to scroll through and read your submitted essay, which you at first thought you might've accidently turned in unfinished on accident, you skimmed over the end and were more than elated to see it had magically finished itself.
Well, okay, maybe not magically...
You looked back to Freddy's sleeping figure, grinning ear to ear at what you knew was his kind gesture. Finishing your paper for you. You'd have to thank him a thousand times in a thousand ways, as many as you could think of. Words couldn't express how grateful you were, not only for him doing your essay but for him in general. You stared at your wrapped up arm, finding yourself smiling harder than you thought possible.
"I love you." You spoke aloud, flopping onto the bed without much care, simply full of giddy for how much you adored having Freddy in your life.
"You're so-"
"...I love you, too..."
You perked up when his sleep murmurs interrupted the start of more praises, smiling down at him in both fondess and amusement as he wrapped an arm around you. Unconsciously...
He had responded to you in his sleep.
Was that a lame ending, or was that the 'Boom, super profound mega happy ending' I saw it to be in my head...?
Idk yall, you tell me 'causeeee....💀✋🏽. But seriously, I really hope you liked this, I finished it up right when my sickness finally went away so, yeah💕🥴.
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Would any of your three ORV/SL OCs have faired well in the other’s fanfic situation? Like Hani in free dinner or bad at math, Suji in girl help or free dinner, and Eunbyeol in girl help or bad at math. Or are their personalities perfect for their respective fics already and they would be doomed if they were in the other’s fic?
For example: RIP wet noodle Suji if he were in free dinner with Yoo Joonghyuk.
out of all my ocs, hani has to be the most versatile. sure, she's in denial at first, but she's beginning to accept what resources she has (minus the obvious get out of jail free card that is jinwoo) and actually takes the time to analyse the situation. put her in orv and she'll still get the hang of everything quickly, since she's still in a world using video game rules, but she'll hate being railroaded into the main scenarios in the beginning and, if she was in eunbyeol's position, would actually try to get as far as she could from joonghyuk rather than pick a fight with him. if she were in suji's shoes, though, she'd be a little more lenient. we know she's soft on smol protagonists and wants to be nice, but she wouldn't be as close to dokja as suji is - she knows dokja will survive the fall, and she has marginally more self control than suji did in that moment, even if he also knew dokja would survive
(as an aside, hani's sponsor in orv would be something along the lines of a gumiho - or, if she is selected by a specific fox spirit, tamamo-no-mae, who was known to travel through eastern and southeast asia and becoming concubine to royalty and causing havoc. the stigma would either be illusions or lifeforce draining)
eunbyeol would have a less difficult time than suji, i think, but struggle more than hani. sure, she'll get what's basically a cheat when it comes to the system in sl, but she's also a goblin, and while hani had her tantrum with thomas right away and almost got one-shotted by him (bless you based siobhan), she'd also be a bit more like the second jang haneul - indulging and having as much fun as possible, and abusing the shit out of the system instead of hesitating like hani is because while she may know the story, she sure as hell doesn't care about the consequences. she knows what jinwoo does in the end. why should she waste her time worrying? if she were in suji's place, i think she'd be that bitchy best friend to dokja who enables his rat behaviour, if only because she's also a rat. like shio and i call her rat 3 with zero hesitation. but unlike suji's romantic relationship with dokja, i think the two would have a strictly platonic one. dokja grows up with a brat best friend (he don't get adopted in this one because tragically, eunbyeol's parents are trash), and eunbyeol has someone who calls her out on her shit from an early age. like, she may genuinely be a better person if she grew up with dokja, and if she knew the plot like suji did, she'd probably be thankful for it. cuz remember, suji lived a full life before waking up in orv pre-canon - if eunbyeol did the same, she'd be depressed over having to relive that same trauma and emotional abuse without her previous friendships to help her through it.
(if eunbyeol was in sl, she'd be an A-rank hunter whose initial class was a healer)
suji... my baby boy. my little wet noodle. he'd be the type to knock on jinwoo's door at 11:59pm and sobbing because he forgot his dailies and beg for as many health potions as possible. he's not built for the hunter lifestyle or fighting big monsters with bigger swords, and he'd easily be the one who'd need the most therapy even with the knowledge of canon at his disposal. he'd need rescuing from a lot of peer pressure and while suji does have his braver moments, they're also his impulsive moments - so if he stands up to someone like dongsoo for what happens to jinho, he's also going to immediately regret running headfirst into the confrontation and just pray that the protagonist finds him before he becomes a skid mark on the side of a building. if he'd been put in the situation with joonghyuk, constantly dying in the train and then only escaping because he stole stigmas to regress and become invulnerable to the explosion, i think he'd be a husk by the time joonghyuk noticed he was alive and would either be mercy killed or, since this is a joonghyuk who does want to save as many people as possible, be taken under his wing in a very roundabout way that just has suji sobbing over how spartan joonghyuk can be at times
(and if suji was in sl, he would be a wee C-rank mage!)
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Nobody realized just how much of a pushover Dream had been early-SMP until Foolish took over.
Dream had basically two rules: no griefing and no stealing. (Characters canonically don’t know about the end, so we’re ignoring that one.) And he barely enforced either of them. Foolish, on the other hand, has a list of rules and very strict punishments for each one. And now everyone gets to confront just how lax the previous “tyrant” had been with them a la Foolish being an ABSOLUTE MONSTER.
- Quackity steals Bad’s stuff for fun, just like he normally does. Dream maybe used to try and talk it out, before he was…uh. Anyway, Foolish shows up and picks the duck hybrid up by the collar of his shirt, forcing him to give everything back to an irate Bad before sitting down and doling out a good thirty minutes of tickles. Quackity begs for mercy at several points, but the rules and their consequences were all marked down fair and square. (Bad is watching with a satisfied grin on his face from nearby. Bout time the man got what he deserved.) (Foolish offers to let Bad, as the wronged party, join in. He steps back and even uses his godly magic to hold him down effortlessly, as if with invisible cuffs. Quackity gets his first real taste of just how torturous demonic claws can be.) (His sides, the soles of his feet, and the backs of his knees are all terrible, but it’s his wings that end up being the worst. So of course it’s where Bad sticks around.)
- Sapnap attempts to burn down Ponk’s lemon tree again. He barely even gets started before Foolish shows up behind him, puts out the fire effortlessly and then pins him to the ground. (For such a fiery, competitive little shit, it turns out Sapnap can’t stand having his tummy tickled. Foolish coos about it being a very cute death spot.) (Foolish nibbles into his ribs for a few minutes. Sapnap is full on sobbing by the end of it.)
- Dream gets stalked a bit for the first few weeks by hunting parties. Then Foolish finds out just as they’re about to catch him. The perpetrators are given the wrecking of their lives.
- Misbehavior is still rampant, even if things are slowly getting better. Foolish starts getting creative.
SOUPIE POOPIE!!!! 😭 tue return of the brotherly foolish au :D
yes it’s not really talked about enough how lenient dream was with his rules when it came down to it. it took quite a fair bit of prodding for him to snap, and it was even after he had explained himself several times
so indeed how incredibly confusing for some of our arrogant little smol bean characters to have someone actually go forth with their ruling
(more belwo)
🦙🦙🦙…
i still constantly think about how you had quackity try to remain defiant against foolish. like purposely breaking the rules just to prove himself, and trying his hardest not to break or give in. and AH bbh as a ler is soooo much fun coz you can imagine how teasy he’d beeeee. and also how he’d be trying to make quackity say things that pressed foolish’s buttons further. like it’s an extra layer of concentration required for quackity to not fall for bbh’s tricks (also my god the nails on the soles 😵💫😵💫 weeeeeeeee)
and SAPPY!!!! i feel sappy would do the same thing right? like he’d try and defy foolish and hold back his defeat? but then i hardcore hc that with sap he’s just so quick to break and go squeaky with tummy tickles 🥺 it’s such a cute spot for cooing as well. like sap just gets absolutely tormented and he can’t do anything to stop it coz those were simply foolishs rules.
i have the image in my head of sap whimpering out little giggled pleads and foolish doing his “oh reaaally?! that’s crazy. too bad you broke the rules then huh!” also the rib nibbblesssss 😖 or ribbles as i liek to call them :D i also hc sap to have super tickly ribs 😍 just any spot that makes him curl is the one i hc him to have lmao. armadillo boy. pangola.
“creative” you say 👀 where’s you mind going here soupie 👀 how intriguingggggggfggg
🦙🦙🦙…
#soup the destroyer#Soups Brotherly Foolish AU#llama asks#lee!quackity#lee!sapnap#ler!foolish#ler!badboyhalo
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ZAHWA ZAHWA ZAWAH-
*le sob*
MY CATS HAVING BABYS IN LIKE A WEEK!❤❤
OMLLLLL
her names lulu btw and she's a lovely cat, she is a smol cat but shes still full grown, shes still playful and she has a baby face still lmao
BTW, this isnt the first time shes had kittens, she had 3 adorable kittens last year! (2022)
2 lil black female kittens
1 ADORABLE PRECIOUS TABBY BOY KITTEN! :D 💕
We named the boy "biscuit"
The 2 black ones chrissy and dusty! :>
Sadly, we sold the boy, i really miss him :<
But we are keeping chrissy and dusty! :D
Idk how many lulu will have rn, probably five bc her belly is massive rn
Anyways thats enough of me rambling about my cats! Cyaa!
AJAHSKSNXJBSHSJDHD CONGRATS ON UR CAT HAVING BABIESS!!
Oo, congrats to ur cat! I bet Lulu's babies are ADORABLEE!!
Sing the "Chrissy wake up, i don't like this" song to Chrissy pls! /J /NSRS
I hope Lulu gave birth to her kittens savely in the future!
And pls do ramble more abt ur cats in the future, i like listening u ramble abt ur cats to me :D
Also, please tell me if u actually sang the "Chrissy wake up, i don't like this" song to Chrissy- XD /J /NSRS
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GUS GOT BUBBLE WRAP
GUS GOT BUBBLE WRAAAAAP
The best thing about earth. Bubble wrap.
Gus getting bubble wrap was one of the cutest things in the episode.
And then. Y'know.
Thoughts about the premiere below the cut, so spoilers, obviously
Absolutely love what they did with Camila. I remember the earlier days of the show when people would accuse her of being neglectful/unaccepting of Luz. That definitely got less popular throughout the show but anyways, I love how they explicitly showed that Camila has always been protecting Luz and was pressured into sending her to that camp. And her seeing how much Luz and the gang need each other?? Stopping Luz from leaving her friends just because she thinks that's what'll make Camila happy??? Diving into the water to rescue Hunter without hesitation???? I love her so much. I'm so excited she insisted on going to the Demon Realm to protect and help her children. SHE IS A MOTHER OF SIX DAMNIT
VEE IS SO SMOL AND ADORABLE I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HER SHE HAS SUCH A DORKY CRUSH ON MASHA (I think that was their name?? I'm not 100% sure it takes me forever to learn names). ALSO SHE WAS PREPARED TO FACE HER FEARS TO HELP EVERYONE SOLVE THE PUZZLE I LOVE HER SO MUCH. Also I am. Just. So in love with her design. Her hair + ears are so fucking fluffy.
GUS DISCOVERING FANDOMS!! COSPLAYING!!! DRESSING UP WITH HUNTER!!!! GUS MISSES HIS DAD BUT HE'S STILL BEING POSITIVE!!!!!
I love Willow's photo albums and I love how much she loves her friends. Also love her flirting with Hunter. Did you count how many times he blushed??? Like five or six I think! I just love her a lot. I hope she gets more screentime.
I know everyone has already pointed out that Amity's picture of her family doesn't include Odalia, but like!! Proud of her. Camila is definitely her new mom.
Luz... Luz...... I loved seeing baby Luz!! She's so adorable!! Precious girl. I'm not surprised that no one blamed her for 'helping' Phillip, and I'm glad they didn't do the whole 'will they won't they' thing. No one blamed her at any point. They were just confused for a second. Love that Amity repeated The Line™ from the get-together episode.
H... Hunt... Hunter... hnnnnng...... Firstly Can I Just Say that I love his corrupted design??? Amazing. I cannot wait to see fanart of it. Secondly can we talk about how traumatizing this has to be for him???? Set aside the Flapjack thing (brb sobbing my eyes out again), he was just possessed by his abusive uncle, was violently outed as a grimwalker, now has a matching scar with Belos, and now has longer hair (though he'll probably cut it again). And he was conscious for the possession. At least part of it. So. That's probably. Mm. Really really violating. And really really traumatizing. I wouldn't be surprised if we see more possession in the finale. Really really really hoping we get to see Darius in the next episode and we get a Dadrius moment because Hunter needs an adult who knows everything (or at least more things than Camila does) Belos has done to him and probably knows at least a little about possession magic and how much it can affect the victim. HASN'T THE BOY BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH?????
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