#So many headcanons and there's simply not enough time for me to go into depth any further

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I'm seeing age differences in those relationship charts-

But are those Real age differences, or are they part of their "Character" and not when they were actually made.

I'm assuming the latter because of them "remembering" the cartoon as you've put it- but the idea that they actually had real childhoods (one not just written up on some script) and were kids is both adorable and also very depressing.

Thinking about it, realizing you're an artificial being that was made directly into an teen/adult with only fake memories and stories from a tv show is some prime existential dread. I mean that seem like it could be one of the few things that could truly break the critters- especially for Catnap who seem adamant that there is a world to go back to, only to be faced with "that world- those memories were never real".

That kind of angst seems ripe for picking!

Alright - Combining these together.

Let's start off with a height chart and ages for the Critters! (Plus Angel), and this would be in feet - and yes these are the heights I am trying to keep consistent.

Find the original here.

Okay, more under the cut!

So

Let's start with our Anon. You are so right. I really want to make these guys have varied bodies, just like I did whenever I draw the FNAF animatronics. So it makes it tricky for me to keep the cartoon proportions, as I just want to lean into anthro proportions. But I strongly agree with you!

Okay. Moving on.

The ages for the Critters are based off of two things. My preference for having some older style toons - and I imagine these are based on their creation and not their ages on the show. I imagine the show kept them ageless, but around the same year. DogDay is our oldest, because I believe whoever created them in universe first thought of him before the other critters. I think the creator of the show originally meant to just have a small show with just DogDay, Bubba, and Picky - for whatever reasons. (She just gives off older vibes to me). Over time, the others were added in for various reasons. Hoppy is our youngest, as I like to think she was a last minute addition to the team to balance them out.

These ages are just what I have listed, but I think none of the critters really view themselves having the same age. I think if you were to ask any of them, their first answer would be at least twenty five. Five years working in PlayCare, ten after the Hour of Joy, and they would simply shrug off the rest.

Then there's Angel, who started working for the company at the age of twenty three. Stayed for three years, then left.

As for childhoods? They have a false one written into each of their characters. Excuse me while I ramble on about what the backgrounds they were "programmed" with.

DogDay was an only child and rather lonely. He decided to take that loneliness and work that much harder to befriend others and create meaningful relationships. He approached each critter one-on-one, and after that? He'd try to hold on to anyone he clicked with. He has so many false memories of his family and his time with his friends before the show's "start". Though... If he actually thinks about it, he starts to question why he never had any pictures of these memories. However, once brought into the "real" world, he adjusted to this realization.

Bubba was the first to be approached, though he knew DogDay when they were children. They grew up together, and DogDay really helped him get past his awkward phase. He spent so much time trying to focus on learning, fascinated by everything he could read about. DogDay helped him come out of his shell and befriend others. He was the first to realize his memories were fake and adjusted incredibly well. As far as he saw it - yes. They weren't "real" creatures in the show, but existing in PlayCare? They were alive. Did the past really matter when the present was far more important?

Picky grew up with a massive family. She is the eldest of her siblings and had always taken on a caretaker kind of role. She happened to meet DogDay towards the end of their childhood, an was confused when this excited dog insisted on dragging her over to meet a rather shy elephant. She found them both to be weird, but she warmed up to them quickly. She struggled with the realization that her memories were fake. After all, this meant that the family she had, the siblings she loved so deeply and cared for... None of that existed. To cope, she ended up taking care of the kids that much more. She was going to heal her sorrows by making new memories.

CatNap happened to wander in to town on their own, deciding to make a life for themselves - despite their young age. They was probably three days into their solitude when DogDay discovered them in a tree. CatNap was confused and insisted that DogDay leave them be, but the pup wasn't backing down. Eventually, he convinced them to come down and join him and Bubba for a picnic. Though CatNap and Bubba didn't get along at first, CatNap and DogDay were inseparable after that day. They discovered their memories were false due to their recall. They poked their head around the councilor's office and discovered too much, and CatNap just couldn't handle it. They still don't believe all of those memories were fake, and they just want to cling to those nonexistent days.

Bobby moved into town with her family, a middle child with three older siblings and one younger adopted sibling. She happened to run into DogDay during a Valentine's Day celebration. She had taken charge of the decorating, and was impressed that DogDay not only wanted to help, but enlisted his friends to help too! This is how she met Bubba, Picky, Kickin and CatNap in their teen years. She couldn't thank them enough and was the first to suggest a weekly meetup for them. She still has not realized these memories are fake, but she is suspicious of some details and has her doubts.

Kickin is the youngest child in his family, adopting a cool persona to help his self esteem issues. He didn't meet the others until later on, in the end on their childhood and the start of their teen years. He met CatNap first on accident, catching the cat being cornered by some larger critters. Despite being so tiny, Kickin' jumped in to defend the cat, and though the two didn't fair well, they immediately bonded. CatNap soon introduced him to DogDay. Though they liked each other, Kickin' always felt the need to one-up him. A rival. He has not realized the memories are fake, but he has no idea.

Crafty was an only child, but incredibly gifted. She happened to find herself in town to study, though she had a small desire to follow her art. She often spent time alone, finding a quiet spot to occasionally doodle between her studies. It was during one of these days when she met DogDay - who had no concept of personal space and leaned on her, asking her what she was drawing. Of course, this scared the hell out of her. Afterwards, DogDay apologized and insisted that he make it up to her by inviting her to the group's weekly hang-out. When Crafty met the others, she was amazed by how welcoming the other Critters were. She then began to start coming up with ideas on friendship charms and was the one to propose the idea. Everyone voted on what type of charm best suited the others. She is deep in denial that her memories are false, but deep down? She thinks she's always known.

Hoppy was the last to join the group. She met DogDay during a sporting event - as he was there to root for Kickin' (and CatNap, though CatNap spent the game sleeping on the benches). He was impressed by her sportsmanship, and she found his sunshine behavior pretty funny. They clicked almost immediately, so he grabbed her hand and quite literally dragged her to the others. While Hoppy didn't get along with the others that quickly, she stuck around. Because Hoppy was a last minute addition to the show, her memories are the most fragmented. It stresses her out if she dwells on it, so she ignores it.

CatNap's insistence on returning to their cartoon is probably the one thing that deeply angers DogDay as well. In the cartoon, they didn't have freewill. They could not feel things outside of their script - at least, not to the same extent. In the "real" world, DogDay felt they could finally be themselves. That they could truly be alive, even though they were technically prisoners to Playtime Co. DogDay couldn't express his love for the others in the cartoon. His friends couldn't be as happy - like Bobby and Hoppy. They could never be together in that world.

So, hearing CatNap demand that they just give up their freedom? Yeah. This is probably one of the only things that they fought about.

#thanks for stopping by the inbox! #ccyclone rambles #So many headcanons and there's simply not enough time for me to go into depth any further #Sorry for the rather long post as well

[bearhugsandshrugs]

If you feel down with this amount of comments and feedback, then I should probably kill myself :-( Sorry, I don't mean to be mean.

You are one of the most popular authors I know. I am so jealous of the amount of comments you get. Does the anxiety and self-doubt never get better when even you feel like this?

It’s not mean at all.

I get what you are referring to. To be clear I wasn’t necessarily feeling down in this instance because of lack of feedback – but there are some WIPs I’m struggling with, and some sections I wrote I didn’t like as much as others, and I was feeling a bit down. It’s normal, I think.

But I still compare myself to others. Everyone does.

I’ve had so many conversations with writer and artist friends these past weeks about exactly that type of struggle.

Let me get into more depth under the cut.

There are writers who have followings in the thousands and/or write for larger fandoms/ships who struggle with feeling good about their work literally as much as people just starting out, even if their posts have hundreds or thousands of notes. They would say "I get less notes and it's frustrating" and I check their posts and I would go "....those are amouns of notes I can only dream of" lmao. Which doesn't mean they don't struggle! It simply means we have different measures. Different reference points.

There are writers who barely get any comments, or any feedback, who feel completely discouraged. Wondering why they don't get the attention that others are getting.

There are writers who do well with one particular type of content, or they throw stuff out quickly as a joke, and that outperforms the things they pour their heart and soul into. They feel caged. Like what they truly care about isn't good enough. For me one example is an Emperor oneshot that outperforms many of my personal favorite fics. It boggles the mind?! But it's no use wrecking my mind about that. It just is.

Almost all writers I know get super discouraged about how artists get multiple times the reblogs and attention that fic writers get, even though we all know rationally why. It still hurts.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't comparing myself to others. I do. I get jealous. I get insecure. I do occasionally think my writing is not "good enough".

To this day I barely read other Gortash or Raph fics for that reason because early on I did that and once read a Gorty fic that I thought was so good, why would I ever write Gortash myself? Like what business would I have putting something out, if writers like that exist? Imagine if I hadn't forced myself out of that slump. Most of my writing would have never seen the light of day.

It's not good to compare myself, I know. But it's human.

Sometimes people send asks like yours and insinuate I'm super popular. But then.... I... don't think so?

Don't get me wrong, I have this amazing community in my comments and I am so grateful for them. I know that is rare and I am so appreciative of that. I know that I have quite a good chunk of fics that do really well on AO3, especially for Tavtash. But if you then check out.... Astarion fics? Or literally any blog that does Durgetash headcanons? It puts things into perspective.

Ultimately it doesn't matter of course to know that "popular" authors like me (??? it just feels so weird to say! I'm sorry! Not to be mean!) also get insecure.

But maybe it is reassuring to know that the anxiety, or jealousy, or self-doubt doesn't say anything about you other than that you care about your writing.

Because at the heart of it, that's that. We all create because we love creating. We share it, because we seek to go into community with others. Only when people share our writing, or comment, or feedback, do we get to feel that community. Without it, it feels hollow. And this hollowness then gets filled with jealousy, anxiety, or self-doubt. This is why I keep repeating that thing about people needing to reblog fics. Needing to comment on fics. It might just be the one thing that keeps someone going.

I hope you know that popularity, comments, hits, don't necessarily say something about the work, other than that it fits what a fandom-cultural norm considers "good" at that given time.

I am more than ever motivated to create that Discord server for fic writers to have exactly these types of conversations.

Thanks for sending me the comment. I hope you keep writing and creating and you know that these emotions are human.

Sending you love anon!

#my writing #anon asks #anon if you want to keep talking assign yourself an emoji please #bg3 fanfic #fanfic writing

[yandere-fics]

fake marriage?

my time has come...

Let's start with Abigail because I simply love her too much, I have this image that the reader is the youngest daughter of a minor noble house... the reader's parents had made a deal with House Parley a long time ago to be able to marry Abigail to the older brother of the reader but the reader offers her own hand in marriage to the Parleys in exchange for taking her as far away from her power-hungry family as possible.

For Elisha I have a slightly cruel character... in fact the reader for this specific headcanon is a little more cunning and manipulative, I imagine the reader as a recognized assassin in the underground, the best at her job, one day a nobleman arrives to ask for Elisha's head for a fairly considerable amount of money, so the reader accepts without hesitation... this is where the cruel part begins... the reader for a long, long, long time pretends to be the faithful travel companion of Elisha and her lover when at some point the reader asks for Elisha's hand in marriage with the idea of stabbing her in the back on the day of the honeymoon.

I have a bit of conflict with Theanna because part of me imagines the reader as a servant too busy with her own affairs to even think too much about that pretty ring that her princess gave her and another part of me simply wants to see the reader as a young queen who rose to power very much against her true wishes and who now needs to marry the princess of the neighboring kingdom to establish political alliances.

Veronia confuses me a little because due to her nature she simply looks at the reader and says "she is my wife"... but I can also see that the reader was offered to Veronia very against her will since the locals of the town where she was offered her as a sacrifice so that the evil dragon would not unleash her wrath against them.

Ainsley is an enigma but I also have a somewhat crazy headcanon for her and the reader... the reader is simply a potential magical resource never seen before... her blood has magical properties both unknown and powerful no one knows how the reader's blood will act, one day a drop of blood can make the earth fertile and the next day the mere smell of her blood can kill anyone who dares to be close, Ainsley upon hearing this fascinating anomaly decides to go find the reader to study it further in depth... the problem is that the reader's parents refuse to hand over their little daughter just like that... of course unless there is a marriage deal involved to help them get out of the situation in which they find themselves.

(Sorry this took a bit. I had so many ideas about this. Also I recognize the idea behind Ainsley's but I can't remember from where.)

♡ How They React To Being In A Fake Marriage With Their Darling ♡

♡ You were the illegitimate child of a duke whose heirs all dropped dead. A servant your entire life, you had no idea that one day your father would come to you begging you to let him legitimize you so you could marry the future king instead of his children who died one day. ♡

♡ Theanna needed a treaty with one of the dukes and you were his only remaining child, however you really had no desire to be queen. The crown princess could go marry anyone else for all you cared, you'd never interacted with her much but well, her reputation was abysmal. ♡

♡ That was when your father threw himself at her mercy, telling her the treaty could still go on even with his dead children, telling her about his secret child within the palace. Really all she needed was to marry someone in his family to guarantee they'd be allies in the future. So she decided she would go see the secret child for herself, just to see if she was up to standard. ♡

♡ She liked you enough for you to be her queen, if you accepted and so she left the ring in your room and offered you time to 'consider her proposal'. She expected that you would be in her chambers, agreeing to be queen within a month after you finished any business you had leftover, but you, much to her dismay, ignored the ring. ♡

♡ You barely had any time at all to consider the proposal, I mean you were always working so how could you even begin to consider marriage, especially such an important marriage, one that offered no divorce. Too bad for you that Theanna is in a rush, she needed that treaty and so she starts to use her influence to push you into the marriage. ♡

♡ Your wedding was quick and simple. You assumed it was perhaps because she didn't care but really it was the opposite darling, sure she was in a rush to bind your father to her side, but she also didn't want to allow you time to decide this marriage wasn't for you. The first weeks of marriage are completely unremarkable, she didn't visit your chambers once with her influx of paperwork. ♡

♡ Not that you tried very hard either, you said your pleasantries and while you consummated the marriage on the first night, you never came to visit her, nor did you offer her any affection when you two were required to spend a night together once a week.(Not that it was lacking, she more than made up for your lack of affection on those long nights.) ♡

♡ Things did improve after half a year, you two attended events together and occasionally she would invite you to the library with her under the guise of getting her new queen familiar with the royal archives. Occasionally you would spend the day with her in her office and meetings, giving your opinion on the topics you managed to understand. She didn't even force you to get a royal tutor which is something the king's spouse would normally need.(Mostly because that would steal your time from her) ♡

♡ Still this wouldn't do, truth be told waking up with someone next to her, a wife, on that first morning had simply felt right to her, a feeling she wasn't going to let go of. You were her queen were you not? Well then act like it. It may sound like she's being rude but she didn't mean it in a bitchy way. It's just, she understands you had a rushed marriage but haven't you had enough time to adapt to her? She's been more patient than she really ought to be. It's time for things to change. ♡

♡ The Adventurer was bound to have enemies, plenty of people who would want her head, and who were you to turn down easy money? You'd be rich if you even took on five of these contracts to remove her from the picture. Blood cults, nefarious nobles, even mercenaries who thought she was taking all their work. It was all yours for the taking. ♡

♡ You weren't particularly sure what her type was, but it couldn't be that hard to seduce and disarm a lonely traveller, you'd done it plenty of times before without even having to do anything with those people, so she couldn't be much harder. Well that's what you expected but she was surprisingly guarded. ♡

♡ You could tell she liked you but it wasn't easy to get her to be affectionate with you at first. She was constantly flirting with you but never allowed herself to show any real sincerity, until you realized you had to be bold and make the first move. After that, she folded quickly. It only took a few well placed "Babyyyy"'s for her to be at your mercy. ♡

♡ After that it was child's play to get the information that you wanted out of her. It wasn't exactly what you needed, for her to drop her weapons entirely, but it was a step in the right direction and after you killed her then you could always sell this knowledge to the highest bidder. ♡

♡ It wasn't easy to get into a situation where she didn't have her weapons on her though, she was always carrying them when she was traveling, which she was always doing. Even on your first drunk night in the tavern together, her knives were within reach. ♡

♡ You were sure she didn't fully trust you, when in reality she just wanted to always be prepared to protect you. It wasn't you that she didn't trust, it was this world but nevertheless this made your job much harder. You realized you would have to push harder if you wanted to catch her in a position to kill her. And so marriage was the only answer. ♡

♡ You had planned to kill her on your wedding night except she literally stayed awake with you the entire night and you honestly felt really guilty about blindsiding her like that so you gave it a couple of days before you put your plans into motion. It did not go the way you expected. ♡

♡ Elisha found out about the contracts a few months into you dating and instead of being heartbroken, she was outraged that someone must've been manipulating you! This wouldn't stand, they were holding the promise of money over you. You definitely loved you, you must've, you were just too vulnerable. She'd get rid of them for you. ♡

♡ So that night when you straddled her sleeping form and prepared to drive your knife into her heart, she swaddled you tightly in your bedding and locked you away in your bedroom. It was for your best, just for a little while, until she could get rid of the issues plaguing her wife and repairing the relationship. It would only be a matter of time before you realized you could let your guards down and love her fully. ♡

♡ Your parents were determined to arrange a marriage between your brother and Abigail, lost in the delusion that once they wed, he would get to be the Duke of Parley since Abigail had no real interest in the title herself but they still needed someone to manage the house of Parley. He'd offer to be a helpful husband and take care of the title for her while she focused on her knighthood. ♡

♡ Your parents and brother were horribly cruel and while you wanted to propose the idea of you going instead, your parents gave every single opportunity to your brother and so they'd never go for it. So you only had one option, approach her in the tavern before she made it to your estate and offer yourself to her in exchange for freedom from your family. ♡

♡ Abigail was going to decline your parents offer, sure it had been decided since they were young but she was not willing to ever marry a man, still desiring a beautiful lady to dedicate her sword to, and she knew very well that your parents had allowed the promise of the marriage to go to their heads and as in-laws they would compromise the reputation of house Parley. ♡

♡ Yet in you stumbled, having never been allowed to leave your family's estate it was quite a walk, and she was intrigued. She knew very well who you were, you'd had to see each other at balls since you were very young and as far as she was aware, you never left home. According to your parents, you were an introvert, which meant if you'd come in person, whatever you had to say was incredibly important. ♡

♡ You didn't even ask her to go to a private room to discuss it, not risking her not wanting to fully hear you out. You simply tossed yourself at her feet, knowing you would never escape your family if you didn't seal the deal tonight. You were honestly a blubbery mess and it was a miracle she understood what you said. ♡

♡ Your deal seemed decent to her, she still got the connection to your family but she didn't have to deal with the horrible husband and she was sure you weren't likely to allow your parents leeway to ruin the Parley name. Truly she should have thought about it before, why did she never even consider the beautiful sister of her fiance instead. ♡

♡ She was quick to ferry you away from your family, not giving them a chance to berate you for stealing the riches that came with being a Parley away from your brother. Your wedding was a simplistic military wedding and your honeymoon was spent in her private knights quarters. It was a fake marriage thus Theanna didn't grant Abigail's request for time off but it was fine with both of you. ♡

♡ To be frank, you two were very awkward with each other at first since neither of you had planned to get married, it was just a spur of the moment proposal to get you out of your parents estate. It wasn't until you decided to attempt to embroider a handkerchief for you, seeing it as your duty being married to a knight, that she began to fall in love with you. ♡

♡ She had always dreamed of being gifted something like that from her lady, it didn't matter if the stitches were a bit messy or if you were doing it out of obligation, it changed the way she saw you completely and she will start to get very angry if you remind her that it was only an arranged marriage. ♡

♡ You lived in a village near Veronia's territory, one that regularly made offerings to appease the dragon living a few miles away. It was your first year attending the offering and one of the dragon's servants, you assumed, appeared to collect the offerings. ♡

♡ She was extremely friendly, not someone you would expect to be working for a dragon but then again you could never really tell with people, even the most sane might be bond to servitude by a dragon that was literally known as 'The Evil Dragon'. Still you felt drawn to her. ♡

♡ Veronia always presented herself as a servant when she went to collect offerings, she didn't want people to be aware that the dragon had a human form, and she wanted to be able to find her mate without scaring them away by automatically making it known that she is the dragon. ♡

♡ She had wanted to make a move right then but didn't want to blow her cover so she decided to wait until the next day and rush back into town, rushing to you and explaining that the dragon had demanded a bride. She knew you'd likely offer yourself rather than allow anyone else from the village to be subjected to the dragon, and if need be she could always claim there was something wrong with any other bride they chose. ♡

♡ She had spent a little time conquering a castle nearby just so she would have somewhere nice to house her bride, but she still wanted to guarantee no one would know your location so in her servant form she told the villagers that they could escort you to the middle of the woods but then you'd have to travel the rest of the way with her. ♡

♡ To be honest she wasn't even entirely sure what her plan here was, hopefully seduce you by pretending to be a servant and then reveal that she was actually the dragon once you loved her? She didn't know but she couldn't risk rushing it when you felt so comfortable talking to her at the moment. ♡

♡ You honestly were so glad not to see the dragon that you didn't even question the dragon not appearing once. You feared if you asked where your supposed wife was, you would instantly have to come face to snout with them and be eaten alive. You feared becoming dragon chow too much to say anything. ♡

♡ The dragon left gifts by your side as you slept, ones you were too scared to reject and in the day you spent it happily chatting with the servant, Veronia, who you found made good company. It wasn't a bad life in the castle, though you wished you could return to the village and marry Veronia instead. ♡

♡ At least until one night you had peeked your eyes opened and discovered Veronia was the one leaving the gifts and you pieced it together really quickly that Veronia was the dragon and she's manipulated you unto this marriage. Now you were trapped in the woods, and all because you'd gotten too friendly with the servant of an evil dragon. ♡

♡ You were born with an overwhelming amount of magic in your blood but without the power to use any of that magic. A wellspring that you couldn't touch, a valuable asset to anyone who was studying magic, which wasn't many in the kingdom, but enough for your parents to be wary if anyone approached their daughter. ♡

♡ Ainsley knew very well about the magic that flowed through your blood, bountiful for increasing her research, not that she needed anything additional, but it was too tempting not to attempt to get at it. She wasn't extremely cruel, she wouldn't experiment needlessly. She was a murderer but you hadn't done anything like the nobles of the court that she preyed on had. ♡

♡ She'd sent servants out to try to approach your parents in the past just so she could perfect her approach before she truly made her move. She wanted to see which things might scare your parents away from a deal and which approaches made them seem more amicable. ♡

♡ It was through that, that she learned marriage seemed the only viable option to obtain you. Her approach was to offer you her protection as the court wizard. She told them that she was only going to examine your blood to make sure the excess mana wasn't a threat to yourself and if it was then she would figure out ways to gently lower the mana in one's body. ♡

♡ She spent the evening slowly wooing your parents before she broached the idea of marriage, telling them that it would guarantee your protection while she figured out if your blood and the blood of others like you, posed a threat to yourself. They didn't need to know that she would take additional blood samples to continue her work with immortality. ♡

♡ Or at least she was until you peeked through the doorway and she fell in love at first sight. Her heart soared when your eyes locked and you smiled at her, already aware the court wizard had a fantastic reputation and she was there to help you. She took that as a sign of love and was prepared to pay an overwhelmingly high dowry. ♡

♡ The wedding was grand since she knew there was no rush, the deal was done and you two were in love at first sight, right? Well she's quite disappointed when you don't immediately jump into wedding preparations with her. I mean it's a symbol of your undying love so why aren't you giddy? ♡

♡ Ah, she gets it, you want something quick don't you? Well as much as she finds that charming, this is a once in a lifetime deal, you must take it seriously. In actuality you still think it's just a contract marriage though so you don't think the wedding needs to be a spectacle. ♡

♡ Once you're actually married, you realize that you've just agreed to marry a crazy murderer who thinks you peeking through the doorway was a destined meeting. Turns out she was not there to save you from your blood condition, she was just another vulture, only one that wasn't planning on bleeding you dry, rather one that wanted to make sure not a single drop of your blood would ever spill. ♡

#yandere oc #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere asks #yandere scenarios #my oc theanna #my oc elisha #my oc abigail #my oc veronia #my oc ainsley

[kaliido-s]

What’s your headcanon for Kevin/San Ghidorah and your opinion on the many headcanons of other artists portraying him like a child?

I talked abt how I see Ghidorah before so I might as well go more in depth with San.

The Ghidorah brothers are extremely dysfunctional in my eyes. The only reason they work together is through the shared interest in power and none of them would really say they love the other. San suffers the most from this. He is the weak link between his brothers. He tries his hardest, but simply lacks in skill compared to his brothers. Ichi berates him for not being good enough and Ni taunts him for being the most useless brother. And San is sick of it. He is so deeply sick of it. He wants nothing more than to crush everyone and prove himself, but that wouldn’t come until after his death.

Outside of that he’s kind of a bitch. He complains and gets annoyed at everything, the only difference between him and Ni is that San has learned to keep his head down while Ni never knows when to shut up. He lacks foresight a lot of the time and usually acts on impulse or whatever Ichi tells him to do. Plans aren’t really his thing. He’s been molded to kill and destroy things, and his wants revolve around that. If you took him out of that situation he would just fall back on what he knows. He’s a basement dweller who yells at video games kind of guy.

As for the Kevin thing, I’ve already complained at length about it. I think it’s annoying, but I don’t hate anyone who indulges in it. It only really pisses me off when people choose to believe that Kevin is canon and not a meme, getting upset when other people don’t abide by the meme in their characterization or when people make their own Ghidorah’s and the left head isn’t a goofy idiot.

That’s all I really wanna say abt Kevin, I’ve definitely had my fill of it. Characters who’s only purpose is to be an infantile cutesy idiot are not my favourites to say the least.

#godzilla #kaiju #monsterverse #king of the monsters #toho kaiju #king ghidorah #san ghidorah #kevin ghidorah #Ghidorah #ghidorah 2019 #asks #ask #mv headcanons #godzilla headcanons

[transterasakagang]

yoshida taisei and autism

there are many characters within 3e that are frequently posited to be a form of neurodivergent and for obvious reason considering the commentary the series draws upon. but a character i veeeery rarely (bar myself + friends) see included among the likes of itona or okuda or sugaya when discussing autistic headcanons despite it being imo one of the most blatant is yoshida

disclaimer one: i am in no way claiming that yoshida being easily read as autistic was intentional on m*tsui’s part lol. id never give that man the credit for that especially considering his track record of dealing with sensitive subjects

disclaimer two: this is NOT intended to be a diagnostic tool. this is simply me (an autistic guy) discussing my own traits i recognise in yoshida that, along with how much i have studied his character, cause me to have the strong conviction i do regarding headcanoning him as autistic. also u dont actually need to have any in depth reasoning to view a character as such either im just insane and have been meaning to fully write this up for eons

so without further ado!!!

firstly, the absolute most blatant trait of yoshida’s that would attract neurodivergent readings is his passionate interest in motorcycles. but id like to go into the extremely far extent to which his interest goes and how it, as a result, reads very much like a special interest

i have often talked about how i dont believe “interest” is strong enough a word to describe the sheer passion yoshida holds for motorcycles. he is associated with them to the degree that its his most recognisable trait by classmates and those in any way familiar with the series

examples of the extent of immersion in his interest exist within his character profiles. his graduation album profile (trans. @/irraydiance) comments on how “he’ll tackle any problem as long as he can apply the knowledge of motorcycles” and has korosensei tell him that he hopes he’ll be able to express his motorcycle knowledge in “a way everyone understands”. a defining factor of a special interest is how it impacts the way in which one understands and interacts with the world around them, we see things through the context of our special interest. yoshida is explicitly stated to have this apply to him — he can achieve anything, he just needs to be able to view it through his obsession with motorcycles. the “in a way everyone understands” is noteworthy wording, as it easily relates to our realities as autistic people and not being understood by the world, including how our intense special interests are perceived.

additionally in his graduation album profile is his reasoning for dropping down to e class which literally is: he spent too much time with his motorcycle. special interests are characterised by an obsessive fixation that makes it hard to do things that dont involve it — things like studying!!! it’s in this sense they can impair our day to day lives. and korosensei picks up on this, in yoshida’s roll book time profile (trans. @/ansatsu-database) he identifies yoshida as “the embodiment of what one likes one will do well” and tries to entice him into mathematics by calling it “useful when tinkering with bikes” - giving yoshida an incentive to bother with it. his roll book time profile is also where we learn that collecting bike related memorabilia is the main thing he spends his money on, and the “collection” aspect of special interests comes up again in chapter 154 where we see him at home with a little motorcycle figurine on his desk. it is also because of his obsession with bikes and his hobby tinkering with them (also influenced by his parents repair shop) that he, according the graduation album, possesses engineering knowledge beyond that of a university student.

it is our first in series introduction to yoshida’s passion for motorcycles in vision time and the context surrounding this introduction that gives us the best grasp on the sheer extent of this intensity. vision time sees the breaking point of terasaka in the face of yoshida and muramatsu beginning to trust korosensei — the way in which korosensei gains the trust of the boys differs significantly but the core similarity that is important to note here is how he directly appeals to what he knows they care about most at this point. with muramatsu he tutors him and helps him improve his grades, appealing to muramatsu’s extremely strong desire to succeed (a recurring theme in his character) as well as his desire to prove himself

with yoshida, however, korosensei appeals to what he knows from observing and talking to him is most important to him: motorcycles. he appeals exactly to what yoshida strongly reacts to and clings to: he engages with him in his interest. he goes out of his way to make a model of a motorcycle and dress in biker gear and to describe yoshida as excited by it would be an understatement!!! look at this boy stim!!!

korosensei engaging with yoshida in his motorcycle interest is likened to muramatsu improving his grades — something INCREDIBLY significant within the context of 3e/kunugigaoka in general and that effectively demonstrates the intense extent of yoshida’s interest. furthermore, through this appeal by korosensei yoshida exposes himself to the class he had before distanced himself from: he is seen openly stimming and openly laughing, something before unimaginable from him, all because of this act from korosensei, because of motorcycles

terasaka destroying the motorcycle model prompts a reaction from yoshida that again is placed on the same level as terasaka literally throwing muramatsu against a tree, equating the two as inflicting similar damage which is reinforced again in yoshida + muramatsu’s comments towards terasaka later

his special interest in motorcycles also leads him to develop smaller but still seemingly intense interests in other vehicles, the most notably being trains. in the character databook there’s a page on the clubs some members of 3e were in before being sent to e class and yoshida is revealed to have been a member of the railroad research club - specifically, it notes how he’s “especially crazy” for steam locomotives which led him to take a railroad tour out of his own volition. trains are a common interest for autistic people (not for me personally, but i know while it is a “stereotype” it IS true for many) which is why though im sure its entirely coincidental i bring it up because i think its funny how one of the most easily read as autistic characters would be given it

how he connects with itona links to this also. itona holds an interest similar in intensity to yoshida regarding electronics and it’s the core way through which the two bond — sharing these interests with each other and becoming a “tech team” the class can rely on. notably, yoshida’s thought process behind giving itona his first bike ride is the same as what i’ll mention more later: it works for him, it must work for itona, not factoring in the differing contexts.

the second trait of yoshida’s i feel might be the next most obvious is his very prominent sense of “justice” by his own rules of black and white thinking. this is implied offhandedly somewhat in hazama’s databook profile where she and yoshida are stated to be the “most rational” out of the terasaka gang, compared to terasaka, muramatsu and itona. but there are a few instances that explicitly demonstrate this idea

the “rules” yoshida has for himself with his thought process to determine something as angering to him largely center around this idea of “fairness”. to him something is either fair or unfair and there appears little room for nuance — terasaka destroyed the motorcycle, that’s unfair, he gets angry — grip using underhanded tactics against karma is unfair, he gets angry — takaoka’s grudge on nagisa is unfair because nagisa defeated takaoka fairly, he gets angry — karma and nakamura positioning him the way they do in the civil war is deemed “not playing fair”. he never lets what he deems “unfair” go uncommented on. less emotionally focused is when he calls out gakuhou by commenting on how korosensei has played by his rules fair and square, so gakuhou should just give up

additionally, this manifests in yoshida’s reasoning for choosing “kill” during the civil war. while compared to the rest of the terasaka gang his reasoning is much more up to personal interpretation in that he only says one brief thing - that one brief thing has him say how he too thought of ways to save korosensei but, evidently, couldnt find one and so accepted this was the only other option. this line of thinking on yoshida’s part of wanting to save koro leads me to think it wouldnt be a stretch to suggest that his idea of “saving” after he realized it wouldnt work for korosensei fell decidedly upon prioritising saving his friends and classmates by continuing with the assassination and thus avoiding what the fallout for failing to do so would be. it again connects to his fixation on “fairness” and how black and white his thought process can be considered in that he quickly acknowledges that its a one life vs billions of lives situation with seemingly little emotional input. this is true in a fair less “noble” or objectively “just” way in the very first episode regarding his willingness to participate in terasaka’s plan to sacrifice nagisa to kill koro-sensei ergo “save the world” and get a billion yen - we can only speculate given what his role was, but the way yoshida probably justified his involvement at this stage to himself is likely to fall on the same wavelength as what else i have discussed.

connecting to anger, however, is the third point: yoshida is a sensitive guy who is easily overwhelmed by the force of his emotions + struggles to regulate them

yoshida rarely gets openly angry or upset, but when he does he seems to get very overwhelmed by it in how it essentially bursts out of him (much like his joy!). the island arc is an excellent example of this in how he is (understandably) extremely distressed by the prospect of people dying due to the virus (especially muramatsu and hazama which is why theyre positioned in the background of the panel!!!) and it causes him to burst out in an example of overwhelmed panic

notably, he is the only character to have an outburst as big as this displaying the difference in emotional regulation, and doubly notably is how the only other time before this point we had seen yoshida display emotion like this was the motorcycle incident in vision time. i think, from experience lol, that his behavior here and from here on out does resemble the teeterings of a meltdown, that hara (his childhood friend) seems able to soothe him away from for the time being. but he remains extremely notably on edge for the remainders of the arc. which again, would be understandable for anyone, but he is the only character (bar terasaka) who is depicted to this extent distressed. this becomes ESPECIALLY more easy to read as a teetering-on-meltdown because of how yoshida’s distress in part stems from how this ordeal has entirely disrupted how he imagined this “vacation” to unfold. it is notable that before the poisoning, it’s yoshida who asserts that they will kill koro-sensei and then relax - especially as part of the terasaka gang previously distant with the assassination, this is all that is in his mind. and then the not only does the attempt fail but entirely unexpected disaster strikes and it is yoshida who frantically points out “we didn’t come to this island to be killed”

the departure scene captures this element of him as well, having him be one of the students openly sobbing during the final roll call for one

linking to him being overwhelmed is a few instances of his hypersensitivity when it comes to sensory issues, and then presumed hyposensitivity. regarding the former, the fascinating examples are found in his roll book time profile. theres a comment by karasuma that notes how when playing cops and robbers yoshida “was able to sense karasuma’s presence, when many students failed to do the same until he touched them” — connoting some form of possible tactile hypersensitivity on yoshida’s end, which could also explain why he never wears the school blazer instead opting for the cardigan all year round unless forced.

the other example found here is his favorite food: monster energy drink. he is the only character with a fave food listed who provides something like that — everyone else gives examples of actual, you know, cuisine. realistically, it’s likely a gag about how common a sponsor monster are at motorcycle races particularly in japan, BUT at the same time it can be interpreted as him having a hypersensitivity to taste where monster energy drink is a “safe food” for him. many autistic people, including myself, with hypersensitivities to taste or texture in food have a safe food that is often a processed snack food due to their predictable nature

regarding hyposensitivity, i think his special interest in motorcycles factors into it. motorcycles provide the rider with a feeling of immense adrenaline due to the pressure and extreme feeling of movement exerted onto them — hyposensitivity to pressure is the reason many autistic people love things like weighted blankets and vestibular hyposensitivity leads to stimming by rocking, spinning etc. regarding yoshida, his remedy for both of these things is riding his motorcycle

another “blatant” aspect of yoshida’s character that can open way for easy autistic interpretation concerns his communication, such as: how blunt he can be!! understandably this is often overlooked by him being in the proximity of itona, which is fair, but yoshida is similarly blunt without the awareness of how socially acceptable it is to be so. most notably this manifests in how he talks to korosensei in chapter 154 where in response to muramatsu saying he guesses korosensei “had his own worries” yoshida says “some pretty stupid worries compared to how depressed the rest of us were”

aside from the above instance the biggest moment displaying him misreading a situation + suggesting something that to him is a completely logically sound idea is during kayano’s reveal + attempted murder of korosensei

finally, mention of that moment brings me to his atypical thought process which is on full display here as he suggests in full sincerity that mimura play air guitar + distract kayano with his “badass skills” and doesn’t understand why others react to it in the flummoxed way they do because in his mind this is an easy, obvious, natural connection to make - mimura’s air guitar had a prominent impact on him, that should apply to everyone!!! the differing context doesnt occur to him, why would it? autism often causes us to fixate on small details rather than the “bigger picture” - this is a similar thought process with its disregarding of contexts that earlier in the story has him take itona on a bike ride to take his mind of the tentacles

conclusively, through connecting many of yoshida’s character traits to autistic symptoms + traits, most of which discussed here i personally experience with my own autism, i think he can extremely easily be read as autistic and joins the pantheon of class 3e students who also can also extremely easily be and are frequently read as such (okuda, sugaya, itona)!!!

TLDR: yoshida taisei has autism. i rest my case

#yoshida taisei #taisei yoshida #terasaka gang

[nateriverswife]

Hello there.

I am running on no sleep but my brain is keeping me hostage; so I have to get this out of my system.

The one peculiar (stereotyped) characterisation of Mello that seems to stood out the most amongst the fandom is his tendency to worship the very ground L has walked on. He loves his older brother, very overprotective when it comes to L and is the epitome of a feisty rascal.

Don't get me wrong, while I do love me some plantonic, found family Wammy Boys fic— I simply cannot help but to feel this very character is not remotely close to what canon had to offer.

Mello is shown to be a, sort of, conflicted catholic person in Death Note (ie: wearing a cross) and while it can be headcanon that he simply wears them because of -well- style, I like the idea of him being really religious before swearing that he's fight God in hell.

I feel like Mello sees L as a god, worshipped him and all, but he wanted nothing more than to overthrown him; he is a priest, L is a god and the Wammy's House is the very church that instilled this sort of ideology unto him. L is a legend, an idea, a concept— an abstract philosophy no one could decipher— hence, when L did die, the last evidence of how humane he is, how he could be, Mello is furious.

After all— what god could be defeated by means of mortality?

L is not a human, and the products of the Wammy's House are only that— inhumane. They were taught, nurtured, specifically moulded to become what they could not fanthom. They are doomed children, they are home, they are lost.

So, Mello knew that he was damned the moment he saw L as anything and everything, but nothing at the same time. He, of all people, went through hell and back just to impersonate the one person that made him — that created him, gave him purpose and whatnot — what good does he serve if L were to die before he could attain it? He was cruelly reminded of his own mortality, that he was bound by law and governed with instinct. And oh, how torturous it must've been.

This rant might not make sense, but it's fine. I wanted to talk about how The Wammy's House alone contains so many religious symbolism. I want to talk about the Wammy kids. I want to talk about L. But it's now 2.03 a.m. and I can hear smell.

Hope you don't mind me dropping by.

- E.H.

Hi, E.H.!

Firstly, I want to apologize for the time it took me to reply. Considering that it won’t even be an in-depth response with any manga reference, it really doesn’t explain it, so for that, I am sorry.

The reason why this isn’t going to be as long as e.g. my reply to the “L not using the death note” message is mostly a “problem” on my part, because I actually don’t really interact with that part of the fandom that talks and analyses Mello. I don’t know if it is obvious, but usually my analyses are done in response to claims that I see and don’t agree with (like, you had a post saying that L would actually work with Light, if he caught him, and I first reblogged it, saying that I don’t agree but then made a full-on post about it). Just two times, I wrote something about Mello because I wanted to air my two very personal headcanons (to explain his connection to the mafia & his relation with masculinity) out.

Anyways, that is to say that I don’t go out of my way to read people’s opinions about Mello (and Near, to be honest).

I have my established headcanons or interpretations of his character and it’s enough of a headache to see bad takes about L. I don’t think I have the energy to add Mello to that. Besides, most people that do make analyses about him tend to be those that ship meronia, so their view of the character is through that lens, even when it could be omitted. I don’t see many mellodramattic shippers do the same. They just give headcanons about Mello and Matt’s relationship.

Before I get out my opinion, I must say that your interpretation of Mello here is beautiful – the way you explained it, too. I do agree to some extent: I like the parallelism between Catholicism and the Wammy’s, with L and Watari, because I too think Mello saw it like that.

In my personal hc about his past, his father killed himself when he was really young. He lived with his very ill mother, who was a devoted Christian that passed this belief to him, and he prayed with her, prayed to God that she would get well, prayed for a better life, but then his mother died, leaving him alone, and he blamed God, like “I spent years praying that she’d be healthy, praying to you, and you take her away from me? My mother, the only person I care about. How could you betray me like that? No... How dare. Who do you think you are to do these choices?”. So, he began to resent Him, but still kept the rosary to honour his mother.

Then, when he was taken to Wammy’s and found out about this other “God” that actually saved people and worked for a better future, he idolised him, because he had proof of his existence and his “good” deeds.

Unfortunately, I do not subscribe to the idea that the successors (and anyone at the Wammy’s during their time) and L had a found family type of bond, and this is because, as I said in my Wammy’s House analysis/headcanon post, I don’t think L would make the same mistake twice and single them out. Doing this would only put pressure on them, and he can’t have another A situation. Yes, Near and Mello are the best in the institution, so obviously the chosen ones, but making them meet L carves that into stone, meaning that that would make them feel like they have to be him under any circumstance and make others believe they could never reach that position, and if they see L as the epitome of greatness, that means that they can’t be great no matter how much they try.

Of course, A and B are not really canon, but I still believe that L knew not to get involved with them, for other reasons but still, that is true to me. From any angle, creating a bond between them is a weakness – emotionally, strategically, and so on.

Kinda off topic: I am rewriting an old OC x L fic, in which he actually is involved with Mello and Near, like he met them, visited them multiple times and things happened that got him very close to them, and all that they got from these interactions is a face to hate, a flawed individual to judge and criticized, but especially a person. It’s not longer a role. It entails much more and made taking his place way harder. And this was written by me when I was 13 with the intention of it to be wholesome, “look, they are like a family”, but when I went over it a few weeks ago, I realised that Mello and Near could never functionally and efficiently work as L because they have a bond. Whatever. This was just me giving an example.

Moving on. I don’t even think they actually properly met. They only talked via a screen (in the scene in the one shot, Mello and Near don’t even talk actually), and L never showed himself to them, because it would be the wrong move, regardless of B existing or not. It just exposes his appearance, which he must keep a secret from everyone. I also think L didn’t want to be a person to be adored, but a role to be kept alive. I’ve said in one post, but I don’t remember which, that if we take into consideration the way he talked to the kids, he seemed to be actively working against the idea of him being this kind of God.

So, when God died, Mello’s faith was broken again. For the second time, the one that could save them all died, against a being that seemed actually to be the Lord and was going to take over the world.

First and foremost, he felt anger – towards L for creating this myth around him and then just let himself die (because I do believe Mello first thought that L just gave up, before realising his mortality, that he was just a person) and towards himself, for believing in this God, when the first one abandoned him.

From a priest, he turned into a heretic.

I noticed that both Near and Mello very rarely speak about the first L in a personal way, which is weird, because you would expect someone in their position to hold some type of personal feelings towards him, like a priest does towards God, even though they never met Him and only see His work in the world.

Near is not a heretic like Mello, because he does label L as their idol, but Mello does not. Mello doesn’t want to work with Near (a believer) nor with the second L (the fake God). He became his own god, because no one saw things like him, he wasn't weak, and he needed to prove to the world (and himself) that God is not real and self-redress is the only way.

Mello’s war was also against L, in a way; against the ideal that he created that also revealed his own powerlessness, as you said. But as he got closer to his death and as he witnessed Matt getting killed, knowing that he was next (not because he was going to sacrifice himself for the case, but his words to Lidner seem to imply that he use going to use his death to prove Light is Kira before Near), I like to think that he felt closer to L, to his position, and began to understand why God died (had to cite “a car, a torch, a death” by twenty one pilots, which I used to associate with Light but seems to fit Mello more lmao).

Now, I have to ask if this makes sense to you lol. Of course, this takes inspiration from your own opinion, because I do actually like the way you view his character. I don’t usually explore the religious aspect of Death Note, but maybe I should, you know.

I’ll be waiting for your answer to my ask though, ‘cause I am interested to hear more from you regarding the Wammy’s. And of course, I don't mind you dropping by.

Take care!

#mihael keehl #dn.inbox #death note

[sorbet-and-gelato]

For the character ask yuji from jjk and tiziano from jjba :)

Yippee!! Under cut

Yuji

First impression: Honestly, I wasn't expecting much. I wasn't sure if I'd enjoy JJK when I was starting out, and his personality didn't stick out to me.

Impression now: YUJI MY BEST FRIEND YUJI!! He's so fun with the rest of the cast, and I've found his progression interesting. I'm not 100% caught up with the latest chapters but good lord please give the poor guy a break.

Favourite moment: I can't think of one off the top of my head, but I just love when he's being silly and making friends

Idea for a story: I don't have an idea for any specific stories but anything with him and Nanami or him just hanging out with his friends would make me happy!

Unpopular opinion: I am not touching the fandom with a ten foot pole so I don't know what is and isn't popular.

Favourite relationship: Him and Nanami!!! I love what they had going on and I really wish they had more time together. I do love his relationship with Junpei too.

Favourite headcanons: JJK isn't at the forefront of my mind enough to really have headcanons.

Tiziano

First impression: I do not recall, but I think the first time I saw him was in a gif of him caressing Squalo's chest so, y'know, my first thought was "Oh! He's gay!!" Generally, I don't think I had many thoughts on him until Vento Aureo happened to me and then it was a slippery slope into absolutely adoring him.

Current impression: There is too much to say, I just love him so much. I've been interested in him pretty much since I got into JoJo, and my thoughts on him have only developed since then. And he has nice hair.

Favourite moment: It is impossible to just pick one, so... This is probably low hanging fruit, but the rooftop scene in Clash and Talking Head. I also like all the little details with how he reassures and directs Squalo to help keep him calm, I don't know if it was intentional but I feel there's a lot of subtle affection there.

Then there's Testimone di Gangster! Again, low hanging fruit, but the hotel room scene from Chapter 5 was so good. It's nice to see the author include his and Squalo's affections from the anime, as well as discussing Talking Head and having some really nice dialogue near the end! I enjoy how the focus of the story is that Tiziano and Talking Head are still powerful in their own right. I simply cannot go in depth with everything I like, so can I just every one of his moments from the story?

Idea for a story: TOO MANY. I suppose I'd like to explore his background and how that connects to his current circumstances and his love for Squalo. Or, I don't know... Just him and Squalo getting married on the beach. Love wins.

Unpopular opinion: I don't really know what's popular and unpopular since I don't really engage in the fandom enough to be familiar with that kind of thing.

Favourite relationship: Squalo and Tiziano!!! They're married and deeply in love because I said so. This mostly comes down to headcanons and AUs, but I also like thinking about a potential relationship with Doppio. Also goes for possible relationships with the rest of Unità Speciale! (Is it cheating to say Tiziano and my OC, Struffoli set around the time of Testimone di Gangster?)

Favourite headcanon: Gahh I have too many to really go in depth, so I'll just go with autistic Tiz! Squatizi autism romance!!! <3

#ask #i am soooo normal about tiziano

[bibiana112]

Do you like aoilight and what are the reasons? I think the ship is cool but I guess I never thought about the DEPTH of it

I do! Yeeeh, okay it's mostly thanks to ship osmosis from friend @blue-bird-lamentation whomst I hope is okay with being tagged here, I'm hoping maybe you'll like to read me rambling about them a bit :3 Cause I also didn't quite get it, I'm not big into shipping in on itself you see, I usually have to be very invested on the characters separately first to even have the slightest bit of a chance to potentially get into the ship lol, so I asked her what she liked about it and ended up vibing a lot with imagining them together!

To the point where I have my own headcanons now, so I tried my best to organize the base reasoning of it and my silly thoughts cohesively enough for it to hopefully make sense to you cause, yeah, there's a lot of depth to these thoughts •w•'''

Okay first of all here's the disclaimer that, I just think, if we ignore vlr and ztd, which I like to do often, then the situation of them catching feelings could just be kind of funny? In the sense that I like to think Junpei and the Fields stay friends so Clover has not one but two dumbasses who want to find their kidnappers because they wanna date them lmao Difference is Light wouldn't put his life on hold like Junpei does, obviously, and he wouldn't put up with disrespect either, but they're still keeping in contact as Junpei does his detective thing and Clover is still on her brother's case for even thinking of giving the pulls up notes arrogant, uncooperative young man, a chance lol

Okay I guess this segues into the thing about why Light would even entertain the thought in the first place, well, I've seen the point that he cares about Clover too much to be empathetic to what the Kurashikis do, since sure the parallels are there and he probably knows in some level he'd go the same lengths for Clover's sake but at the end of the day that isn't what happened, it's simply not how everything played out so he'd full on resent them, but My counterargument there is that I interpret Light to be exactly the type of person who would give weight to what ifs like that, I think he would be more than aware that he doesn't want to be judging them much when he'd hope for that very benefit of the doubt had the same situation befallen him, Clover on the other hand wouldn't feel that way at all, she would also understand why they did it and doesn't have any gripes with it morally per say but the experience is just too emotionally harmful on her end for her to let it go despite feeling a kinship with them for having been victims of the first game too, so there's the slightest bit of conflict there on the sense that she's clearly not going to feel safe if he just goes out with Aoi or something

But also, what I especially think would make him the Most inclined to forgive them and believe they're decent people outside of the bad things they were forced to do was because he was so close to them when the whole thing first happened to begin with, plus he was in the coffin from very early on up to only after the fake hostage situation even happened the second time around so he wouldn't have witnessed the uglier parts of their act or felt lied to for nine hours straight, most of the interactions he'd have had with either Kurashiki up to the point where the game is done would still be from when they were little and even then they would not be too many so I honestly think the impression of the experience on him overall would just be leaving him curious, he was one of the older kids too and had a better grasp of what was done to them so he also probably kept an actual grudge against those cradle guys so while people are like uh that was kind of fucked up but I get it Light's just internally going lmao get got

What I've noticed is always different depending on who you ask is how the Kurashikis end up settling down enough and being able to be contacted again for them to possibly get together? I mean, that's when there even is a logic to that point instead of just the vague notion of Aoi is chill now he can just go visit his boyfriend no prob, which is fine too lol, I just realized there's not much of a consensus here and many alternatives instead, I personally like to think of the Kurashikis just being kind of generally on the run and it's a long while before Junpei finds them and junepei gets a lot of time together before the Fields even ease into sharing a room with those two again Junpei talks them into it eventually and like I said it's not that Light doesn't want to he's just more preoccupied with respecting how Clover feels and she wouldn't let him go there alone at first even with Junpei and much less otherwise so it takes forever And another good one is the Fields just bumping into Aoi at complete random and him nervously being like oh shit and noping out of there while they're like NO NO YOU COME BACK AND GIVE US SOME ANSWERS

So okay, getting into the actual reasons peeps thing their dynamic is cute now, there is the bookmark thing, love bringing that one up, like regardless of how truthful Santa's being when ranting about disliking the leaf words Aoi still kept it, through all those years he still had it close and even if he only does it because Akane let's him know they'll need it he'd have the reminder there. I think he put a lot of thought into their circumstances and probably ended up interpreting the words in his own way, but one of the thoughts I imagine crossed his mind at some point must have been how genuine those words were and how kind of a thing for that kid to do it was and how he can literally not imagine being that way himself, like, he's impressed at and thankful for how well Light handled the situation even years after drawing the short end of the stick as far as any luck that he promised them was concerned. I like to think Light was at least there for him on the immediate aftermath of Akane's death too, because he'd be a mess and all the other kids would be too confused or too young to try and comfort him even a little and I love Seven but even if he wasn't busy I don't think he would have done a great job at that even taking out of the equation that'd he'd just be more receptive to someone his own age trying to get through to him in such a state because like, personally I can't imagine tiny Light Not trying his best after witnessing all that, he probably doesn't think about it as often as Aoi does but if he remembers Akane dying he probably remembers trying stay by Aoi's side as much as possible as soon as they all got to shore, he probably wondered for a good while how that kid that lost his sister was doing (he's doing bad) which, it's interesting to think he probably had to work through not having closure for that and not letting it drag down moving his own life forward but Aoi had probably the opposite, something like being aware that the guy is probably doing fine and feeling guilty over having to drag him back into all this, and like, the reason they barely interact in the game proper is very much part of the plan so I like to think part of Aoi actively wants to avoid him out of all that guilt while the other wants to avoid him because it's burdening him with unnecessary feelings LMAO pretty sure in the last scene with everyone in the incinerator Aoi straight up ignores the Fields (and Hazuki) altogether because of course he needs laser focus at that point and at the start of the game they only have the very brief exchange of Light suddenly laughing at something Aoi said in a very serious tone which results in the best delivered "What the fuck?" in history lmao the mocking "Oh I'm sorry, you just sounded so confident" is so entertaining to me I imagine Aoi just blanks on how to react there, since he was talking about how the doors work I can see that being an instance of Light catching onto the act pretty instantly too

Their personalities just generally mesh quite well too if you ask me, with Aoi being emotional but practical minded and shit at working through feelings and Light being very smart and rational but also on the creative field and with some actual honest to god bare minimum emotional intelligence! Which I think neither of the Kurashikis has ever even heard of! It's very entertaining to imagine Light being super artsy about stuff to his stockbroker boyfriend who hasn't so much as laid eyes on a creative activity since he was like eight but who is going along with it just to gawk at and listen to his partner and I like to think he forces Aoi to get a hobby too, idk what, just something not related to him being a provider/caretaker and that isn't self-destructive would be good for a change of pace

I like to imagine Aoi being an apologetic mess upon first contact outside of a death game but that being in any kind of relationship, hell even just any honest conversation, is still off limits for him for a looong while and difficult and he just keeps acting tough at anytime vulnerability is asked of him but Light not only enjoys pushing his buttons but also if Aoi gets really rude he just isn't phased and has a comeback on the ready of something along the lines of "if you wanted to kill me you already had the chance so I'm sure you're exaggerating" which shuts him up everytime

I think Aoi would have it on the back of his head that Light's very pretty at first and after spending some normal time with him he'd just slowly unravel his thoughts and quietly realize that he didn't have time to think about it that way before but back when Light did the whole leaf words thing he was so cool and reliable and just so positive Aoi can barely conceptualize "positive" at all by himself but Light just thought of all of that up so easily and said it so sincerely that it calmed down a whole group and he still feels some of that positivity and reassurance when he's with him now even if he speaks in layers of sarcasm and cynicism nowadays he's still so sure of who he is and is always assertive and I think he'd just generally be amazed by how Light manages to thrive despite not being your picture book lucky or "normal" guy either and that whole realization would be something he frankly cannot entirely process what to do with meanwhile Light would just be like Yes I am great <3

Okay but lmao I imagine that from Light's pov then there's how like, during the game he is the most onto their act from the start, it almost feels like if he was allowed to interact more with the two he'd have figured it all out and Uchikoshi has said how much Light ever knew was supposed to be kind of ambiguous too, I mean he did obscure some stuff written in his note up until the end, he very much is a secretive person, and no one there aside from him and the Kurashikis know what that note fully said for sure, and I like to think this dynamic would translate into Aoi not being able to deflect or put on an act with him around because the way Light perceives things is just different and it means he's attentive to certain details instead of focusing on more general things that fool other people, so much so that he just catches him trying to bullshit his way out of uncomfortable situations before he can even try, and most importantly he's a smartass that likes to figure things out before everyone else so I basically think Light would be super curious about what Aoi's really like after all those years, like I really imagine the initial attraction there for him really is on the basis of "oh there is so much going on with you I want to study that" and also it's so funny to me to imahine he'd have a bit of a he could make me worse <3 mindset too but mostly the dynamic is yes you're off-putting but you've charmed me can I study you kadjksjs

I think a very interesting part of all this is that they'd still have to pull a lot of weight for a relationship to work, a lot of trauma that they'd have to work through alongside each other and a willingness to change up some attitudes, junepei is like that in theory too but I personally can't imagine Akane being able to compromise or Junpei to stop making excuses for her for it to ever quite get to an entirely healthy place meanwhile I think aoilight does have the possibility to be that eventually so that's a big part of why I like it, for me it's easier to imagine some healing going on with them and I just want good things for Aoi y'know, especially cause genuinely talking to more than one person on the regular would be really good for him imo <3 I also love love love the idea of him and Phi being platonic besties but like I said I'm ignoring all of that and my brain unfortunately doesn't compute both of these being able to happen in like the same timeline so rip and I straight up just don't believe he'd even give a shot at an actual relationship with anyone outside of this whole mess just because he would 1) be way too marked by the experience to connect at more than surface level with someone who is unaware of it 2) definitely not open up about it to anyone new though like never ever like not even under oath, so yeah and then he'd figure there'd be so much work with setting boundaries and just general trust and honesty that I think he'd probably want to just run off at some point and Akane would have to knock sense into him but it works out I imagine she does briefly try to walk on her and Junpei's wedding too but that also works out dw

Also to reiterate, I only imagine all this stuff without the sequels happening, I personally can't wrap my head around them ever possibly being a thing™ after the Kurashikis kidnap Clover a second time, or even just having anything else to take care of after saving Akane at all since at that point I don't think there's salvaging any trust between them and all the innocent parties involved in the nonary games, Clover reminisces in vlr that they did what they had to in a surprisingly understanding way so I like to think that attitude towards them would remain as long as they actually didn't do anything else fucked up like that afterwards, but what do I know, people have SOIS and Crash Keys end up being cooperative somehow all the time so maybe there's something to it there too, I've seen a lot of AUs where they end up as co-workers and even one where Light's like a double agent or something I dunno didn't actually look into that one but it's out there! Along with many different highly specific scenarios! Idk!

Also sibling shenanigans you know I love those and it is hilarious to me to think of Clover being just as aggressive towards Aoi as he is towards Junpei, the "break my siblings heart and you're dead <3" energy just irradiates off these people, meanwhile Light and Akane actually get along and act civilized around each other, tbh I imagine Akane just nodding along without even paying full attention to what her brother's saying and then just plainly telling him that yeah no you two definitely have my blessings I think he can fix you, which I mean, she could have at least pretended she meant it as a joke but no lmao

Okay! So! I think that's all I have here to share akshjs hope it's good food for thought I can understand how it can look like it's just putting them together for no good reason but also take into consideration that the cast is relatively small y'know? Especially with these two only appearing in the first game and like, I'm not the kind of person who absolutely needs to find every character a match but I can see how that'd make people gravitate to this one

#how did you get an essay off of me that was about s h i p p i n g of all things #but oh well I love talking about blorbos so I had tons of fun akhdks #really appreciate you showing up in the inbox every once in a while when you feel like reading a ze essay tho fr <3 #I... #dunno how to tag this hm #think it's only going on my general talking tag but feel free to reblog! #Void fala aí #a tag for asks

[from-the-clouds]

Thinking of a Place (Part IV) - Kendall Roy x Reader

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Summary: Back working for Kendall, you struggle to fulfill the commitments you've made to yourself. And you join the mile high club 😈

Words: 6.9k.

Warnings: Contains SMUT (minors dni) unprotected sex. Slight potential dubcon (if you squint). Angst. Drug/alcohol use. References to narcissistic parents. Kendall Roy existing and being a deeply sad man. Spoilers for seasons 1-3 of Succession.

A/N: All flashbacks are in italics. In this chapter we explore a bit of the reader character's backstory. I know typically in x reader fics the reader character is left as more of a blank slate for imaginative purposes, but I love writing in-depth and well-rounded characters with unique backstories and histories. So I took some liberties with this character and will continue to do so. I figure we are already writing about an imaginary world, so why not have fun with it?

I think I have this fic all planned out and it will go on for 3-4 more parts. Hopefully ya'll are excited to read! It's a pretty exciting arc, I think. As always, please message, DM, comment, reblog, send asks, let me know what you think of this part!

Lastly, if you have sent me and ask/request the last few weeks, I apologize for the delay. I've had some craziness in my personal life, and have been a lot busier than I was expecting to be. I'm sort of writing what I feel inspired about (mostly headcanons because they are lower pressure) and when I have the energy to. So just know I'm not ignoring you!

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Kendall had woken up in many different foreign apartments in his life. He’d spent plenty of mornings after a bender quietly collecting his clothes off the floor under the cover of the faint sunrise, sneaking out without saying goodbye. There was a deep shame he felt each time, whoever he had spent the evening with was just a stranger he thought he’d connected with under the spell of a cocktail of drugs he’d taken. He was always quick to leave, to wash away a night of regrets at his place and curl up in his bed alone.

But when he realized it was you he was wrapped around, snug, comfortable -- he didn’t feel that impulse. The two of you were a tangled mess of limbs, your face buried in the crook of his neck, lips parted but pressed against his skin lightly. You were so soft, so warm. He didn't want to leave you, something about it felt right.

Apparently, you felt differently.

A week had passed since that night at your place. You didn’t change your mind. The next morning, over coffee and scrambled eggs, you explained your decision to Kendall. You simply couldn’t be sleeping together and working together at the same time. It just seemed destined to go awry. He’d reacted pretty poorly, somewhat like a petulant child, but it wasn’t as bad as you had expected. After exchanging some terse words, Kendall stormed out, leaving you alone at your kitchen table, after slamming the door behind him.

Every interaction since then had been strained. Similar to how they had been when Logan first hired you to look after him. Luckily, during the meetings with the shareholders, you’d both been able to put on an act, and appear as a unified front. That was easy, falling into an old habit. But when each meeting was over the walls would come back up, and Kendall would shut himself off again.

When you used to argue, you never cared enough to get hung up on it. But things had changed…you had gotten too involved with him to feel okay about it. You’d let yourself fall in love with him, although you’d never tell him that. Especially now. It was like he was a different person, and it made you ache. If he couldn’t have you the way he wanted, in his eyes, it seemed you didn’t deserve civility.

What motivated you was the absurd idea that someday, if you saw this through as his employee, and helped him get what he wanted, you could resign, and both of you could move forward together. You could know Kendall the way you wanted to. No guilt. No scandal. Deep down, you knew it would never happen. But it was the only thing that you could cling to without being heartbroken.

The hotel you’d stayed in in Los Angeles was elegant, expensive. The suite that had been booked for you and Kendall had multiple bedrooms and a shared living space. You wondered if Kendall had booked the place because he thought you might still be fucking at the time, or just to spite you. If it was to spite you, it was working.

Due to his cold nature you’d spent what little free time you had in your room, avoiding him. You wished you hadn’t spent the week feeling so isolated.

The night before you were set to head back to New York, Kendall left you alone in the suite in the early evening, without saying a word. You knew better than to ask questions. Earlier that day you’d had a shareholder meeting that Kendall didn’t feel good about, getting into a tiff with some millionaire investor while pitching to him in his Malibu mansion. By the end of the meeting, though, Kendall had pulled it together, and all but convinced him the Gojo deal was no good. When he had his moments, you always admired his ability to persuade others with his charisma. Often, Kendall didn’t even recognize how capable he really was.

With Kendall gone, you snuck out to the main living space of the suite, and onto the balcony. After work, you’d gone to a dispensary, and if you were going to be alone all night in California, you were going to get violently high, watch the sunset and listen to Fleetwood Mac.

Your assumption was that he had gone out clubbing and would be gone all night. It was a likely way he might want to drown his sorrows after his perceived ��failure’ earlier. It didn’t really matter what he was doing, even if it was self-destructive, it wasn’t any of your business. The idea of him snorting coke off the ass of some model-type was still an unpleasant image. You wrapped your arms around yourself in a tight hug, closing your eyes.

The sun had just set, and the lights of the sprawling city lay beneath you. If you tilted your head just right, the six lane highway below you was far enough away to sound somewhat like white noise, or the crash of ocean waves. Wind rustled through palm trees below, the warm air coasting across the loose fabric of the black silk nightgown you were wearing.

The farther you got into the joint, you felt the less you knew about where Kendall was, the better. The less you even cared. Maybe it was time to call Ron again when you got back to New York. Ultimately, you knew that would just be filling a void, but there was something nice about being with someone who required nothing from you, while you expected nothing in return.

You were significantly stoned and growing tired when you heard the door to the suite open. The sun was gone now, a faint bit of orange still lying low on the horizon. It wasn’t even that late, and Kendall was back. But at this point, rather than bother greeting him, you slunk down lower on the patio chair you sat on. If you were lucky, he wouldn’t notice you out here and would go right to his room. Plus, you wanted to finish this playlist in peace, melting into the chair, listening to Stevie Nicks sing.

Would you stay if she promised you heaven? Will you ever win?

“What is this? What are you doing?” You hadn’t heard the sliding glass door open, and now Kendall was standing in front of you on the balcony, hands on his hips.

You crossed your legs, shrugging, letting the black lace hem of the nightgown shift farther up your thighs. Normally, you might have felt a little exposed wearing it in this context. But for some reason, you felt powerful…and maybe a little petty. Let him look. Let him see you. “What does it look like?” you asked, meeting his eyes and taking a pull from the joint.

Kendall crossed his arms over his chest, took a few steps towards the edge of the balcony and draped over the railing, looking at the skyline. He sighed.

“What’s wrong now?” you asked him, fed up with the melodrama.

“I think I fucked it,” he said, shaking his head, pausing. “That meeting earlier.”

You were slightly disappointed, but more than anything, taken aback. This was the most normal he’d spoken to you over the past few days, and no one was watching. You shook your head. “I could tell you thought so. But that’s not how it read to me.”

Kendall looked at you over his shoulder. “No?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I thought you were good. Really good, actually. I’d tell you if I thought otherwise.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“No uh,” you coughed, clearing your throat, sitting up a little straighter. “Yeah, maybe you shouldn’t have come on so strong, but once you reassessed, he seemed really receptive. I was actually, uh….” You paused. It was unfortunate, you really didn’t have it in you to be mean right now. And this reminded you of the old days – before you’d both made things complicated – the little debriefs you had after meetings, where you’d give notes on each other's performances. “I was actually really impressed by you. I don’t think I would’ve been able to save myself like that. You did really good.”

Kendall turned away from the view to look at you, as you spoke, and with each sentence, his steely gaze softened slightly. “Uh-huh.”

You nodded, lifting the joint to your lips.

“You should be careful. That shit ruins your ambition.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Of all people, Kendall was not qualified to give lectures on controlled substances. “Okay, dad.”

Kendall gave a warm-sounding chuckle, stepping forward and plucking the joint from between your fingertips before taking a drag. He raked his gaze over your body brazenly, eyes locking with yours as his exhaled a puff of smoke. Swallowing hard, you squeezed your legs together. It was probably in your best interest to get away from him soon, before the horny stage of your high kicked in. Cause he looked undeniable, slightly unshaven, wearing a blazer with a t-shirt underneath. It did look like an outfit he’d wear to the club, even if it was early in the evening.

“So, what, are we talking again?” You asked, eyeing him wearily.

Kendall shrugged, dismissive. “Have we not been talking?”

You tilted your head and stared at him, frowning. “Don’t give me that face,” he sneered. “Isn’t this, fucking, exactly what you wanted?”

“You being awkward and mean?” You shook your head. “I just wanted things to go back to the way they were.”

“Uh-huh,” he looked at you, patronizing. “I think it’s a little fucking late for that.”

You took in a sharp inhale. The fucking bleeding, awful sadness was bubbling up from deep inside where it was buried inside you. Why couldn’t he just be nice to you? After all, he wanted this. Wanted you by his side, to help him do the one fucking thing he’d been dreaming of forever. If you were going to do it, it had to be done right, no messiness. If you were really honest with him, you would cry. So you had to protect yourself. “Well then, you should leave.”

“What?”

“Go inside,” you said flatly, looking over at the door.

Kendall rolled his eyes, until his face grew serious, and you glared at him with fire in your eyes. “Right, okay. Fine.” He stood from where he’d perched on the patio table.

“Close the door, too,” you commanded, kicking your feet back up where he’d been sitting. He muttered something under his breath that could have been ‘bitch’ but you truly didn’t have the energy to do more than narrow your eyes further, watching him retreat to his bedroom through the windows.

The rational side of your brain was taunting you now. None of this was a good idea after, and now you were facing the consequences of your actions. You should’ve known better.

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You couldn’t remember the last time you’d been this drunk. Even as you were standing still, situated against the wall, it felt like you were swaying side to side. It didn't feel like you’d drank that much, either. But then again, you hadn’t eaten much that day, between the hustle and bustle of work and then scrambling home to get ready for this stupid gala that you didn’t want to be at in the first place.

You were only there because Kendall wanted to lightly approach some small online newspaper, DailyLancer, about an acquisition. The two of you had been buttering them up, all while one of the owners kept buying you drinks. For the sake of the deal, you felt like you couldn’t refuse. But you weren’t much of a drinker, and now you were pretty far gone.

The event was winding down. You’d stepped away to pee, only to have the heel on one of the cheap stilettos you were wearing snap on your way. Now, standing outside the bathroom, in some dim hallway and all alone, you were leaning forward, cheek pressed to the cool marble wall, a desperate attempt to sober up and keep yourself from toppling over.

Peering around the corner, watching people file out, you pretended to be waiting for someone, when in reality, you were at a loss of what to do. You couldn’t pathetically hobble back to your table in this state, broken heel or not.

But you snapped to attention when you saw a familiar face walking by, slipping behind the corner and out of sight just a tad too late.

“Hey,” Kendall called your name, you heard his footsteps fast approaching.

Fuck. This wasn’t good.

The sight of your boss was like a shot of adrenaline, a cold shower. Despite what you were feeling, you had to pull it together, or at least pretend, in his presence. It didn’t seem like a good idea to let on that you had been overserved. Which was ironic considering the first few years working for him he was consistently under the influence. But things had changed.

“What are you…uh, fucking hiding from me back here?” Kendall asked, ear to his phone, ending whatever call he’d been on and pocketing the device. ”I was looking all over for you.”

You shook your head no, pursing your lips. But Kendall didn’t seem pissed at all, actually. He was wound up, you could see it, pinched between his shoulders. Rigid as usual, but taut with energy. “But uh, fucking awesome news, they’re gonna sell.”

“Oh, really?” you raised your eyebrows.

“Yeah, they’re coming in on Monday to sign the papers. You should, uh, get in touch with the firm to draw up a contract.”

“Of course,” You nodded, smiling, the buzz of the alcohol making it easy. “Wow, that’s great, so much for a soft pitch.”

“Uh-huh, I know, they fucking ate it right up.” Kendall was actually in a good mood. Though it was hard to tell sometimes, because his accomplishments were rarely celebrated. There was always just tentative acceptance on his end. Like at any moment, it could go slipping right back through his fingers. “But uh, I’m gonna head out.”

“Yeah, cool, me too,” you took one step forward, forgetting about your shoe predicament, and it gave out beneath you, sending you tumbling forward. You reached out to catch yourself somewhere, but the only thing available was him, so you ended up breaking your fall with a hand clutching desperately at his bicep. It was distractingly firm. “Fuck, I’m so sorry,”

“That’s fine,” he said. You straightened up, releasing him, but still a little shaken, finding it hard to keep your composure the longer he spent talking to you. Sooner or later, you’d expose yourself. “You okay?” he asked.

You frowned, shaking your head, looking down and gesturing at your shoes.“My heel-,” you wobbled, staring down at the offending piece of footwear. “It fucking broke, like, are you kidding? Just my fucking luck...they were so cheap, I should’ve known better.”

The facade was already shaky enough to begin with, and now it was crumbling fast. Kendall eyed you wearily, listening to the slight slur in your words, the excess profanity that you rarely used. Hiding out by the bathrooms, leaning against the wall, breaking a heel, tripping and falling. You did a good job of hiding it.

“Uh-huh, I see that,” Kendall agreed. “How are you getting home?”

“Uhhhh, I took the subway here,” you said. For some reason, you were having trouble remembering. “I think.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Maaaybe….I should Uber though. I think I can’t walk in these anymore.”

“No, you shouldn’t do that. How about you ride with me?” Kendall said. “You’re along the way.”

“Oh no, Ken, I think I’m not, though.” you mumbled. You couldn’t remember where he was living right now, but it couldn’t be close to you.

“It doesn’t matter. You shouldn’t, uh, be walking home alone like this.”

The area he’d found you, the hallway outside the bathrooms, was conveniently close to the service entrance of the venue, two unassuming double doors that staffers shuffled in and out of. At first you’d appreciated it, a chance to ground yourself in the chill. At some point, it started to feel unpleasant. Cold air was wrapping you up each time someone entered or exited, your teeth chattered lightly before you answered him. “Like what?”

Kendall pressed his lips together, and didn't say anything. “Just come on, it’s not a big deal. Do you need to get your coat?”

“No, fucking….” You looked around as if one would magically appear. “I didn’t uh, I didn’t bring one.”

“It’s fucking freezing out, what do you mean?”

“I just…I didn’t want to deal with a coat. They ruin outfits.” You corrected yourself, shifting your weight, and then teetering again to the side.

Kendall’s hand shot out to catch you, holding you by the elbow firmly. “Uh-huh, yeah,” with his free hand, he pulled out his phone and pressed it to his ear. “I’ll have the driver pull around back okay? You’ll get hurt trying to walk in those.”

“I know and I already fucking have weak ankles, did you know that?” you asked, studying him. “That’s a fun fact.”

Kendall chuckled, a rare smile flashing across his features as he held his phone to his ear. “Uh-huh, yeah, it is fun.” Then he was on the phone with the driver, giving orders.

“Okay, he’s pulling around back, you think you can make it?”

“No, you really don’t have to. Are you sure?” You look up at him, eyes all wide and innocent, pupils blown out. He couldn’t say no to you right now, even if he wanted to. And he didn’t want to.

“It’s fine,” he said. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

“Okay, I’m so sorry,” you said. “Thank you so much.”

You hobbled forward. Kendall grasped onto your upper arm, rather firmly. It shouldn’t have turned you on to be lightly manhandled by him, but unfortunately, it did. You were drunk and cold and his hand on your arm was warm, steady.

You were leaning into him, lightly, though you weren’t even aware of it, while you waited by the curb for the car. Kendall had never offered to drive you home. There were times when he’d called you a car after staying far too late at work, but that was the extent of it. This was new. At some point, his arm had ventured around your back, resting between your shoulderblades.

The car pulled up and he opened the door, gesturing for you to enter first.

“Thanks so much Kenny, I’m so sorry.”

“Stop apologizing, it’s okay,” he assured you.

“Oof, sorry,” Were the next words out of your mouth as you stumbled into the backseat of the black SUV.

“Careful,” he muttered.

Kendall closed the door behind him, the noise of the city dulled inside the back of the vehicle as you righted yourself. The car began to move and you watched as his eyes darted towards you, a smirk quirking at the corner of his mouth briefly before he grew serious.

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing,” he shook his head, but his smile grew a little more.

“What?” you implored again. Kendall finally looked over at you.

“How much have you had to drink tonight?’

You shook your head. “That’s actually a great question, Kendall. So thoughtful, really. And uhm-”

“Oh, what are you, fucking, uh…filibustering your answer right now?”

“Shhh,” you cut him off, holding your finger out towards him. “I’m getting there, okay? Jason kept fucking bringing me drinks. And I was being a really good employee drinking them because I wanted to help you land the deal. But uh, to answer your question, I kind of lost track.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Don’t get mad at me, okay? This was for you, really, in a sense. And clearly it worked, because, we landed the deal.”

“Right, right.” Kendall nodded. “So, by your logic, you getting drunk at this event is the reason we landed the deal?”

“Well no,” you thought about it. “But like, if you want to frame it that way, then yes, kind of.”

“Wow,” Kendall said. He had turned to face you now, one of his arms over the back of his seat. “What did I do to deserve such a dedicated, loyal employee?”

“That’s a good question, I ask myself that everyday,” you paused, pointing at him. “You should give me a raise.”

Kendall bobbed his head once, and then shifted towards you slightly, his already deep voice lowering. “Maybe I should.”

You were suddenly aware of your teeth chattering, still shivering in the spaghetti-strapped dress you’d worn. Kendall reached forward, messing with the dials on the center console, cranking up the heat.

As the first burst of warm air hit you, you shivered at the comfort it provided. “Thanks so much for letting me ride with you, Ken, you’re so sweet,” you said, unable to stop the words from tumbling out. Obviously, they came from a place of sincerity, but you were usually far too buttoned up to say something so candid.

“Well uh, after the fucking shit I pulled when you started working at Waystar it’s probably time I pay it forward,” he joked. “And I am unfortunately very sober tonight, so at least I can live vicariously through you.”

“But that’s good, you know?” you said. “For you.”

“I know.”

“So good…You’re so good.”

“Wow, strong words” he laughed, avoiding your eyes. “You’re farther gone than I thought.”

“You’re being dramatic,” you giggled. “I am not that bad. I’m just having a good time.”

“Uh-huh,” he nodded, smiling at you fully. You’d never seen him smile this much before, such a rare display of happiness. You would have done almost anything to keep him laughing, even if it was at your expense. “Well, uh, hopefully you won’t remember I said this, but uh…it’s actually pretty fucking cute.”

You saw the sparkle in his eye, the warmth in his gaze. It was clear what was happening. And yes, he was handsome, you’d been attracted to him from the start, but it was hitting you hard. You were crushing on your fucking boss. You were into him. Tilting your head to the side, you narrowed your eyes.

“Oh yeah?” you asked. “You’re cute.”

“Am I?” Kendall cocked his head.

“Oh, don’t fucking pretend like you don’t know it.”

“So it’s obvious?”

“Stop that,” you scolded.

“Stop what?”

“Flirting with me.”

“You’re the one who called me cute.”

“Oh my god,” you rolled your eyes in mock annoyance. “You said it first,” you swatted at his shoulder playfully, and he caught your hand, holding it in place.

“Uh-huh.”

Somewhere during the drive you’d managed to get closer to him, and now you were halfway across the center seat. And because Kendall was already angled towards you, your faces were only inches apart. Far too close to be appropriate. But for some reason, you didn’t pull away.

In fact, you stayed there, studying him, having never been this close. His eyes, fuck, his fucking eyes. They were so beautiful. How’d you never notice that before? About a hundred different shades of green and brown and gold. And they were so wide and expressive, focused entirely on you.

The smell of laundry detergent lingered on his impeccable, dry-cleaned suit, along with expensive cologne, which you’d smelled before on him, but it smelled different then the kind he wore to work. His hand was working up your arm tentatively, giving you the impression that this wasn’t just some one-sided attraction.

You were lucky that your responsible brain had such resilience. Because the answer to the question ‘Why can’t I kiss my boss?’ was obvious enough from the question alone, yet the consequences weren’t registering. But thankfully your brain offered some other alternative reasons as to why not - he was significantly older than you, was still technically married – though, barely. Also this job paid you well, you ran the risk of losing it if you were going to be stupid.

But the universe was really the one who saved your ass ultimately, as the car jolted to a stop and the driver announced your address. As if you both realized where you were, his hand dropped, and you pulled away.

“Uh, are you gonna, uh… be okay getting up there?” Kendall asked, hesitant.

“Yeah, I should be fine,” You nodded, making sure you had all your stuff. “Thanks again, Ken, so much,” you patted his hand, and he looked away bashfully.

“Of course.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you assured him.

“See you tomorrow.”

—————

“What are you reading?”

Thirty minutes into the flight back to New York, and you had fully planned to sit in silence and stew in the tension between you. Of course, as his legal counsel, you’d been forced to be somewhat cordial while walking Kendall through some important documents. But after passing the papers over to him, it had been quiet. Now, the both of you were forced to stick together in the same room, essentially, for five hours. It was Kendall who broke first.

The question was some kind of olive branch, unassuming, an invitation to get to know you better. It was something he might have asked you a month ago, before you both ended up in each other’s beds.

You sighed, flipping over to the cover. “Pretty boring, uh…it’s a self-help book for daughters of narcissistic mothers.”

“Oh,” the slight spark in Kendall’s eye diminished almost immediately. “That doesn’t sound fun. I mean, the book but also…uh, the mom.”

Shrugging, you flipped the book closed. You’d met Caroline Collingwood. There was a chance Kendall himself might benefit from the book you were reading. “No, it wasn’t but…I don’t talk to her anymore.”

“Really? Not at all?”

It was a question you got from everyone. You shook your head. “Basically, not at all.” Besides the very strained phone call that seemed to happen about once a year, usually around the holidays.

“Wow, fucking…” Kendall trailed off. “I mean, my family definitely has it’s shit but that seems a little harsh.”

You were not about to let this man, of all people, give you familial relationship advice.

“It felt that way at first,” you said. nonchalant. “But uh, it just wasn’t really good for me. So yeah, I cut her off completely.” It’d been awhile since you had to talk about this, you felt your chest begin to tighten. And of all people, you weren’t sure why it was Kendall you were opening up to.

Memories flooded back. Your poor, sweet father had always been the peacemaker between the two of you, but his attempts were likened to putting a bandaid on a stab wound. He, himself wasn’t aware that he was a victim, too, years of manipulation had changed who he was to his core, despite your desperate attempts to show him the light. Only for his sake had you entertained making the relationship work, until he passed away shortly after you graduated college. After that, the decision had been easy.

“It was really that bad? That you walked away?”

You frowned, nodding, wondering why Kendall was pressing the issue like this. Going in depth on this topic right now, when you were already feeling very lonely in your life, dredged up all the doubts that you usually knew how to work through easily. But it had been awhile, and you just weren’t feeling equipped to deal with all the feelings. “I wouldn’t be any stronger or smarter for continuing to go into a situation where I know I’m gonna get hurt. It was harder, really, for me to walk away.”

“Uh-huh,” he appeared lost in thought, slinging an arm over the back of the couch he sat on, paperwork scattered around him. You looked back down at your book. “Some of the things you say,” he spoke after a pause. “You’re fucking smart, you know that?”

“Yeah, whatever you say, Kendall.” You snorted, rolled your eyes, about to focus back on your book until you met his eyes, and realized he was being earnest. “I mean, thanks.”

The silence that came between you was a bit more comfortable after that, but you weren’t interested in trying to figure out what he was doing by prying into your personal life. And after that conversation, you were starting to think just a little too much about how lonely you’d been the past few years. Waystar had taken up so much of your time and life, only for you to realize how fragile the perceived home you’d built there was. Unconsciously, you wrapped your arms around your shoulders.

“Hey,” Kendall spoke suddenly, and you looked up. He had his reading glasses on, focused down on the document in front of him that you’d passed off at the beginning of the flight. “What does this mean?” he pointed to a line.

“What’s it say?”

“What do you want me to, uh, fucking read it out loud like this is English class?” he asked, gesturing towards you. “Come over here.”

Normally you wouldn’t have thought twice, but you hesitated. Sitting next to him would close the very purposeful amount of space you had put between the both of you. Any closer and you weren’t able to trust yourself.

“Come on,” Kendall said, but he seemed so engrossed in what he was looking at that it felt…kind of like a normal interaction. Before the mess. Maybe he had actually listened too, and cared about what you had said to him the night before.

So you sat next to him. Pointing to a paragraph in the document, you skimmed it over and explained to him what it meant in layman's terms. You could’ve been having deja vu, but you were pretty sure you’d already explained to him this part of the contract earlier. Listening intently, he leaned towards you, shoulder brushing yours, letting you inhale the scent of his cologne. A memory of your lips on his neck, the taste of his skin salty with sweat under your tongue taunted you, and you allowed yourself once glance at his profile, reading glasses perched on his nose.

He looked so good today, too, slightly tanned from a few days in the California sun, donned in a perfectly tailored suit. It was time to move away.

But as you stood to go back to your chair, he stopped you again. “Hey, hold on. Stay here a second.”

“What?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Come on, sit down,” he patted the spot next to him and you stared blankly.

“Kendall, what is it?”

A smug look graced his features when he noticed how rigidly you were standing, hands clasped into fists at your sides. “What’s the matter?” He asked, looking up at you over the rim of his glasses. “Are you scared of me?”

Scared of him? You almost laughed. But the comment made you obey him, partly out of spite, as you sank back down next to him.

“What?” you asked him again.

Kendall put one hand over the back of the couch you were on, so it was nearly brushing your shoulder, boxing you in. “I have another question for you…”

He moved in closer, you smelled the mint of his mouthwash. “Have you ever had sex on a private jet before?”

The question was like match, lit in your brain and falling straight to the pit of your stomach, igniting something. But you kept your tone even when you replied. “Kendall,” you said his name calmly, and tilted your head. “What the fuck?”

“What?” He pulled his glasses off the bridge of his nose, folding them with one hand and tucking them in the front pocket of his suit jacket. He was being such a fucking whore. You could tell he knew exactly what he was doing. “Didn’t you, uh, fucking want us to talk more?”

“You think I want to talk to you about this?” you asked.

“Uh-huh, yeah,” he smirked. “Are you gonna fucking answer the question or not?”

“No, Kendall, I haven’t,” you snipped, honestly. “Is that what you want to hear?”

Kendall pursed his lips, shrugged. “Not necessarily. It’s a shame, don’t you think?”

“I can cope,” you said sternly, wanting to retreat, but for some reason, you felt glued to your seat. You were still drawn to him despite all the reasons you shouldn’t be. That couldn’t mean nothing, could it?

“Uh-huh. But uh, aren’t you a little curious?” he asked, just barely a whisper, so soft you were almost straining to hear. But the next sentence came out very clearly. “Don’t you want to know what it’s like?”

“Kendall,” you warned, weakly. “We talked about this.”

“Come on, I can help you, baby,” his voice was so low, all dark and raspy in your ear. He still hadn’t touched you - which was shocking considering how every nerve in your body seemed to be buzzing with adrenaline.

He whispered your name, a silver-tongued serpent in your ear. “We’re all alone. It’ll be our little secret…”

“I think….that you might be the worst person I’ve ever met,” you finally built up the strength to look into his eyes, knowing it’d be your undoing. But at least you were able to follow through with the rest of your sentence, even if you couldn’t stop a sly smile from surfacing along with it. “And that I hate you.”

“Uh-huh, well, maybe I am the worst person you know,” he chuckled. Reaching out, one of his hands rested gently on your knee, radiating impossible warmth. He was closer now, tongue sliding against his lower lip, the part of his face your eyes had been inexplicably pulled towards. “But you don’t hate me.”

You didn’t object. In fact, you did nothing at all, head still angled towards him as he pulled back slightly, one of his hands rising to cradle your jaw, eyes desperately searching yours for some kind of approval, some kind of assurance. Despite all his confidence, they were still tinged with that infinite anguish, so easy to spot once you knew what to look for.

He was right. You were lying.

You shouldn’t have been the one to close the gap and kiss him. You knew so much better than what you were doing. Knew how bad he was for you, right now. Only you couldn’t seem to convince yourself to care. You’d always been drawn to it, that profound sadness. Maybe because you’d always felt it too. Very few people understood. It’d feel better not to carry it alone.

What began as chaste became the opposite rather quickly, he pulled you closer, swept his tongue through your mouth, claiming you swiftly. Catching his lower lip between your teeth, Kendall groaned into you, deepening the kiss.

After some time spent like this, you pulled away to catch your breath. During the makeout session, he’d pulled your legs so they rested across his thighs. And one of his hands, warm and reassuring, had woven in between them.

Kendall didn’t say a word to you, as your foreheads fell together. You watched him slide the whole of his palm up your inner thigh, under your skirt, disappearing from view while you inhaled shakily.

Then, he tugged your tights down just so, pushing your thong to the side, fingers brushing you gently, but not giving you the contact you craved, the contact you realized you needed. You were panting now, slick of your arousal coating the skin between your legs, making you ache for him. “Kendall, please-” you whined.

“You need to tell me if you want this or not.”

“You’re not-” you squeezed your eyes shut. “Not exactly giving me a choice.”

“I can stop,” the lazy drag of his fingertips came to a halt.

“No, don’t do that,” You shook your head quickly. You didn’t want him to stop. “Just…just touch me, please.”

His eyes locked with yours, sealing in the confirmation, and you gave him a short nod. When one of his fingers sunk into you hastily, you stuttered out a sigh of relief. Sucking in a sharp breath, fingers gripping the back of the leather couch you were on, you whimpered as he began to fuck you slowly with the digit.

“That’s it,” he said, responding to the moan you let out. “There’s my good girl.”

He knew you well enough now to really know what got you going. The first time you had had sex was good, but the more you fucked the more he learned about you, almost like he was fucking evolving. He knew just how to touch you, just what to say, knew how to build up a rhythm that easily brought you to the edge within minutes.

His lips locked with yours as a second finger was added alongside the first, opening you up for him at an unhurried pace. After several strokes, his thumb pressed firmly to your clit, giving it some much needed attention. You squirmed, simpered, pressed your hips up and arched your back because you wanted more, so much more of him.

Dragging your mouth away from his slightly, because your lips had locked again at some point, you spoke. “Feels so good, Ken,” you sighed, content.

He inhaled feebly at your words, smiled against the skin of your cheek and kissed down your neck. And then he was off you altogether, pulling away just to tug your tights further down your legs.

“Who even fucking wears these anymore?” he asked, clearly joking, but still irritated. He wasn’t a man who liked to be inconvenienced.

Chuckling, you wriggled back slightly to help him out, as he began to nip and suck at all the skin newly exposed to him, frantic.

Then, the sound of fabric ripping cut through the air, right before he tossed the pantyhose over his shoulder.

Snapping to attention from the bliss of his mouth all over you, you sat up slightly, to find him kneeling on the floor, head between your knees. “Kendall,” you scolded. “I really liked those tights, they were the only ones I had that never snagged.”

“I’ll buy you as many new pairs as you want,” he answered back, annoyed, words muffled into your thigh.

Well, fine. You weren’t going to linger on the issue, especially not when you heard his belt jingling. You couldn’t even lift your head to watch him before he was pouncing on you, hips nestled between your thighs. He stroked himself a few times before teasing you with the tip of his cock, lining up with your entrance. He took great pride in knowing it was him who made you this way, all wet and warm and waiting, writhing underneath him and begging him to take you.

“I want you so bad, Kendall,” you keened, hand on the side of his face, looking up at him.

“You can have me,” he answered, hand cupping your jaw, jerking his hips forward to take you all at once.

You cried out, cut off by his hand clasping over your mouth. “Shhhh,” he warned. “You don't want them to hear, do you?”

Swallowing hard, you nodded. It was easy to forget where you were, miles above any solid ground. You hadn't seen any of the staff since the beginning of the flight, but things could end badly if someone walked in on you like this, speared on his cock, sweating and desperate for him, completely at his mercy.

Nodding, his eyes locked with yours as he began to move his hips slowly, achingly so, fucking you into the seat of the couch, hovering over you. You gazed at him, slack-jawed, as he flashed a wicked smile, one you could tell was real based on how it went all the way up to his eyes. One of his fingers slid into your mouth, and you sucked on it obediently while he watched, groaning as you clenched around him.

Kendall kept you that way for awhile, grinding into you steadily, working you up to the precipice of orgasm, something he knew the feeling of well at this point, after the few nights you’d spent together. He could tell when you were teetering on the edge, your fists balled into the front of his dress shirt, wrinkling it considerably. But neither of you were going to have nice clothes after this. Oh well.

Right as you squeezed your eyes shut, certain the next rut of his hips would be your undoing, Kendall withdrew suddenly. You were about to protest, impossibly frustrated, but his mind was already made up. He pulled you to the floor, leaving you on your knees in front of him, back to his chest, and pressed your head down, bending you over the seat of the couch.

Sinking in gradually this time, he inched forward until his hips were suddenly pressed against your ass, burying himself impossibly deep.

When he spoke, he sounded strained, pinched. He was holding back, tension pinched in every muscle on his body. “How am I supposed to be without you, huh?” he asked, unmoving, tone darkened with lust. “You feel how fucking perfect you are on me?”

“Ken, please,” You groaned, rolling your hips backwards towards him as his hand snaked around your waist, pulling your torso off the couch and back against his chest. He was making you do the bad thing, well, you both were doing the bad thing. But in your current state, you didn’t want to think about that or the fact that you could, theoretically stop it. You didn’t want to stop it. “Not now.”

This angle was perfect, he always seemed to know what positions would get you off, and his cock was hitting that spot deep within you as he drove himself home over and over. You were gonna have rugburn on your knees from being fucked on the carpet. But god, it was so perfect you didn’t care.

“Like that,” you gasped, head falling back against his shoulder when his fingers found your clit and applied the perfect amount of pressure. Your own hand was clasping around the back of his neck, gripping at the collar of his suit. “Please, Kendall, please,” You were begging, for what, you weren’t sure. He was giving you everything you needed. “You’re so – fuck – you’re so good.”

Your words, along with the feeling of your sudden release, throbbing around him as you whimpered his name, sent him over the edge far sooner than he was expecting. Something about the way you were struggling to tell him how good he was must have gotten him over excited, but it didn’t really matter. Kendall came inside you, panting against the back of your neck, praising you all the way.

Kendall clung to you carefully in the aftermath, gently unwinding his arms from around your waist and withdrawing. You squeezed your thighs together as he pressed his lips to the side of your neck, giving you a tender hug and pushing your hair off the back of your neck.

“So good,” he whispered, sighing your name, before standing, the both of you tugging clothing back on and into place. “Can I get you anything?”

Shaking your head, you didn’t answer, the immediate guilt hitting you. A feeling of dread replaced the warmth in the pit of your stomach. You’d done it again, a fucking idiot.

Kendall on the other hand enjoyed being with you like this. But that wasn’t even the part he liked the most. The part he liked the most, you couldn’t give to him, wouldn’t give to him. He watched you adjust your clothing, discard your ruined tights and smooth your hair back into place.

It was only when you returned to your seat across from him, arms crossed to maintain some sort of semblance of dignity, that you said anything at all. “That was a mistake,” you said flatly, no inflection. Empty, barren.

For one moment it looked like you’d kicked him, forlorn look crossing over his features as his eyes widened and tried desperately to connect. But you avoided his gaze. To him, it was clear you meant every word.

Part V

#kendall roy #kendall roy x reader #succession writing #succession #succession hbo #kendall x reader alliance please rise #kendall roy x you #succession fanfic #kendall roy imagine #kendall roy fanfic #i know that reader is kind of dumb for all this #but like #who amongst us wouldnt be putty in ken's hands???? #i know i would be #kendall roy smut

[myrulia]

"You two are dating?" - Michikatsu x Reader

SECRET DATING HEADCANONS

COLLAB

.｡.:*✧Synopsis: You and Michikatsu are secretly dating in college, mainly to not attract attention from both his brother and a certain horny friend of his. How will you react when you are caught?

.｡.:*✧Warnings: Small smut

.｡.:*✧[A/N]: This is my part of the Secret/Fake dating collab by @httptamaki, a Modern!AU with our favorite Kimetsu No Yaiba twins!

➢ How you two started dating? Well you met back in High School and that’s where things started to prosper

➢ Michikatsu was a generally well known man with your classmates, and even had a few girls crushing on him and his twin brother, Yoriichi, due to their scarily good looks

➢ Both twins were scarily attractive and that intimidated you at first, especially during high school

`` Have you seen the Tsugikuni brothers today?! They look so good! I tried asking Yoriichi out today but his attention was else where! `` You were off somewhere in the corner of a class, speaking with a close friend of yours about something completely unrelated until all eyes were on you, for Michikatsu Tsugikuni approached you.

➢ Obviously, you were surprised - no, appalled at how a Tsugikuni wanted your attention

➢ That was the day he confessed his own little crush on you whilst being on the roof of the school. How could you not accept? You also had taken a liking to the attractive raven haired male and saying no would be similar to jumping off the same roof where you admitted your feelings

➢ That's when worry set in

➢ All types of girls, boys, and theys liked them both, and constantly thirsted over the two while claiming "they're mine!" It was immature to say the least, but entertaining to see their feelings not get reciprocated from one of them

`` What if by saying we are together, they would start attacking me on purpose? Or saying hurtful things out of spite? `` You inquired with worry laced in your tone. Michikatsu took your hand in his, expressing his own idea. `` I know this might not seem like the best idea, but we do not have to openly tell people we are together, it can be our secret. ``

➢ And that's how your secret relationship started

➢ Of course, you had your worries, but seeing as how your relationship even made it to college due to it starting in your senior year of high school, they all simply washed away

➢ It was actually not as hard as you made it out to be to hide your relationship. During your first year of college, you knew not to act too close, but instead as acquaintances who simply knew each other back in high school

➢ Yet, even though some females who also went to high school with you recognized you as the girl who got asked out by Michikatsu, they did not cause any problems surprisingly enough

➢ Now, you're probably asking how you got caught? Oh boy...

➢ During your second year of college, Yoriichi and Michikatsu started living off campus in their own home that you were excited to learn of from your lover who happily shared the news to you when you both were alone in your dorm

➢ Around that same time, Professor Muzan Kibutsuji, the one teacher you loath the most for always favoring other students and failing to hide it, assigned a group project of 5 for your classroom, and to your luck, you were put in a group with not only the twins, but Douma and Shinobu

➢ You were friends with Shinobu, but not so much with Douma. The male would constantly tease you, trying to get your number at any given second while you were put together at a different table to brainstorm ideas for said project

`` Sooo..~ What are we doing for the project hm? Maybe we should exchange numbers so that we can converse more afterwards. `` Douma's suggestion did not go unnoticed by everyone, who automatically knew what he meant by the wink he directed in your attention. Shinobu, who thankfully also hated the male, slapped him silly upside his head.

➢ Michikatsu, who absolutely despised him, always struggled to hide a specific vein that would pulse on his neck that hinted clear signs of aggravation, but unfortunately, you two were just not ready to openly express your relationship

➢ After the class and the slap hurricane Shinobu laid upon Douma, Yoriichi invited the group to their house, and you being excited that you could finally come over, said yes a little too quickly

➢ Thankfully, it did go unnoticed by everyone, so your nerves were relaxed

`` I'd love to, but I have plans with a special lady that weekend, so unfortunately I cannot make it, maybe Shinobu ca- `` ``I cannot make it either, but [Y/N] can and she'll text me the ideas anyways, have fun, `` was all the biology major female said before turning on her heel and leaving swiftly.

➢ Now having plans set in motion, you waited patiently for the weekend to arrive, and when it did, you were beyond ecstatic

➢ That's where everything went down hill

➢ Thanks to the directions messaged to you by Michikatsu, you made it to their estate with no issues. You were nervous and excited at the same time. It was impossible to not feel such ways when this is the first official time you would be in the private space of your boyfriend

➢ He had also given you a key to entering was not a problem, but what you did not expect to see was your boyfriend standing there and waiting for you

`` Yoriichi isn't going to be home this evening, so I figured we could come up with our own project instead, `` Michikatsu said with a fire ablaze in his eyes as he grew closer to you. The gaze itself caused shivers to emit from your spine once your brain registered at what he was suggesting, and you could not lie, the idea had you wet already.

➢ Obviously you and the raven haired male had slept together a plethora amount of times before, most times leaving you sore and having to suck it up and pretend nothing happened during classes while he sat proudly knowing he was the reason

➢ In a matter of seconds you both are now in his bedroom, you beneath him and him leaving butterfly kisses up and down your neck until his lips latch onto yours again, all the while getting you undressed

➢ Let's skip a little ahead because you know what happens here ;)

➢ By time Michikatsu is already balls deep within your wet depths and thrusting into you like no tomorrow, Yoriichi entered around that time with confusion plastered on his face upon hearing banging against a wall as well as another noise he could not quite decipher

➢ The confused twin trailed up the stairs until he knocked onto Michikatsu's room door, expecting an answer but instead all he heard was an audible moan of his brother's name

➢ The poor look on his face once he learns what his brother and his girlfriend is doing

➢ At that point he is fed up of being overheard so he bursts into the room, although he did not think the entire plan through because now he got the open sight of you having your legs wrapped around Michikatsu's waist, his hands interlocked with yours, as well as the evident sight of both your naked and sweaty bodies

➢ Needless to say, he was traumatized

`` Get out and knock!, `` your lover would say as he throws a pillow at the swiftfully exiting male who looked beyond apologetic. `` I did knock! You were too loud! `` At that point you were beyond red, trying to process the entire situation that just unfolded. Your relationship had finally been known.

➢ Michikatsu immediately pulled out of you, cleaning the both of your bodies of any mess (mainly cum and sweat but shh)

➢ Once you both were clean and fully dressed, your boyfriend carried you bridal style out of his bedroom to a certain twin brother that was waiting impatiently in the living room for an explanation as to why he just saw his partner and twin sleeping together

➢ Now, as the three of you were sitting in the living room, you and your lover being even redder than tomatoes, waited for whatever Yoriichi had to say

`` Now, I do not mind if two consenting adults are having one night stands, but can you explain to me as to why you decided to have such loud sex? `` You completely flushed at his explicit words, but also thankful for the fact that he was utterly clueless about your relationship, although it was about time to come clean. `` Yoriichi, I am sorry you had to come home and see that, but there is something we need to tell you..- `` `` You two are dating? ``

➢ Now at that point, you fully died

➢ Seeing as how you have been silent the entire time and left Michikatsu to say everything, you decided to speak up

`` Yes we're together Yoriichi. We have been together for a long time, since high school actually. We've been in a relationship since then and I apologize for not saying anything. ``

➢ Now that the news was out to the one who deserved to know the most, he was much more understanding and even excited about his older brother finding the love of his life

➢ But the next day, things were real embarrassing

➢ You and Michikatsu were extremely silent at your group table during Professor Kibutsuji's class. Obviously Shinobu's observant self took note of this, along with how you did not send her any of the "ideas" you came up with

➢ Shinobu, Douma, and Yoriichi all stared at the two of you, who were now sitting beside each other and being reddened messes at the news you are about to drop on the observers who were starting to get impatient

➢ You've been secretly dating for years and now that the truth is about to come out, it felt gut wrenching to say the least

`` My brother and [Y/N] have something they'd like to say, `` Yoriichi started so that the topic could get a move on and everyone could get a good grade by getting it over with and working on the project. `` Well..- `` said Michikatsu. `` [Y/N] and I are together, and we have been since high school. We were in a secret relationship. ``

➢ Douma being the fucker he is definitely busted out laughing, holding his stomach as tears formed in his eyes

➢ Shinobu on the other hand stared wide eyed, refusing to believe that she could not realize you both were together for such a long time

➢ Although Yoriichi had a proud smile on his face in view of the fact that the news was already out

➢ But due to the prying ears of many around you, some began staring at your table, the secret was now out and you couldn't do anything about it

➢ Even though, you both were happy knowing you no longer had to hide the happiness you two brought each other, as well as now Michikatsu does not have to worry about Yoriichi anymore, for now he will fuck you if he feels like it, give you attention if he feels like it, and get attention himself if he feels like it.

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#Secret Dating Collab #kokushibou #kny kokushibou #kokushibo x reader #kny imagines #kny x reader #demon slayer kokushibou #kokushibou smut #kokushibou headcanons #kny kokushibou fluff #kny kokushibou x reader #kny Kokushibou headcanons #demon slayer fluff #demon slayer headcanons #demon slayer #kny

[angstyantoinette]

Yandere! Armin Arlert Headcanons

AGED UP I REPEAT ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP-

This little blonde ball of curiosity is verrryy toxic in my Yandere version. 

Armin knows how innocent he looks to other people and by playing on this, coupled with his practical and analytical genius status, boy is it so very easy for him to gain the trust of his comrades, friends and especially his Beloved. 

I feel as if Armin wouldn’t be picky with a particular type, but never being attracted to an unkind or particular person he would be disgusted by in any way. 

He may fall for someone who is slightly colder, or who doesn’t really know how to respond to kindness. In that scenario, Armin would be overjoyed, but very patient and giving with them; if he wasn’t Yandere. 

I see him as very touch-starved and wanting, but afraid to be clingy for fear he would drive his Beloved away. In this case he would dote on you as best he could in his environment, making you fall for him even more. 

You would him as endearing, and like most, innocent. Armin is smart; one might say way too smart for his own good, and being a Yandere, I feel this makes him just as dangerous as those willing to use physical violence/methods on their Beloved. 

He knows that you just love his little quirks and his way of thinking. If you tell him this, he may think you only see him as valuable because of his skill for strategizing. But when you reassure him that you just love him for him, he just falls in love with you even more. 

He’s worrisome about you. Every time he makes practise with your ODM gear until you’re bruised, and exhausted, ready to run into his awaiting arms. Rewarding you with cuddles and affection, Armin’s love isn’t exactly conditional; but it still isn’t normal.

But that’s if you accept his feelings, with Armin being a Yandere or not, and with your knowledge or ignorance. 

If you don’t accept his feelings, whether it being for your personal reasons, or because you…um, like someone else, to put it nicely; 

YOU’RE FUCKED. 

He’ll smile, nod his head, maybe try a little too hard to act like he’s okay with your decision. But you understand, after all, it’s not like you haven’t been rejected before. 

“We can always be friends, Armin! I’m here for you okay?” 

“Yeah, Y/N, whatever you say…” 

About a few weeks after his rejection, with all of the support from Eren, Mikasa and the others, Armin is slowly descending into a deep depression. 

He was so sure of his feelings for you. They were his most prized possession. You made him laugh, you made him blush and god you made his pitiful life seem so much more worth living. You were the ocean, and he just wanted to drown myself in you. Like the sun he saw so rarely, you were the ray of pure light that made his body burn. 

He lay awake at night, taunted and enthralled with the thoughts of you in so many different scenarios….maybe in particular, different positions. 

[Yes, those kinda positions. Armin’s not always that innocent, y’all.]

He knows that the more he thinks of you in these appetizing ways, in these hurtfully satisfying scenarios, he’s never going to be able to get over you. 

Rather, he’s not even going to try.

Being trapped in his fantasies, Armin is horrifically aware that these feelings are incredibly toxic, for the both of you. He just won’t let you go. Whatever it takes, Armin will commit whatever crimes he must to keep you in his life. 

He sees you as being misunderstood, especially if you’re typically a colder person, hard to read, detached. Some people compare you to Levi, but Armin just knows that you, like the Corporal, have far more depth than you let on. 

His intrigue doesn’t let up for a long while, as you’re constantly surprising him in new and amazing ways. You’re used to his deep interest in you after a while, but you still don’t understand him. 

Armin thrives on your confusion at first, but if it drives you away from him, he’ll go into tactical mode. Staying up all night,figuring out who is calling your attention to them rather than him and what his next move should be. 

With his intelligence, Armin keeps his sizzling bafflement and envy under wraps. He tells himself that maybe he had unerved you a little. He can get like that sometimes, surely you understood him well enough to know that?He obviously did find you interesting and he was willing to momentarily abandon Eren and Mikasa just to fuel his endless curiosity. 

Keep in mind, this is after you reject him, and his desperation to just know you and love you is greatly overwhelming him to the highest degree. You just won’t allow him to really see you, to understand you. 

Eventually, he snaps. Just not in the typical yandere way. We all know that Armin feels as though he is a nuisance, a self-proclaimed burden so he keeps most of his feelings inside, and lets them loose to either prove a point, or while under stress. 

It takes a minute for him to decide what to do with you, because he knows that once he has made a choice, it has to be the right choice. He has to know and map out a detailed plan, whether it’s doable, whether he’s able to pull it off by himself, etc.

His analytical skills come into play, and he plans everything from the location, time, the equipment needed at exactly what time. By this time, he will have comepletely left you alone; abrupt and brash, and just as he planned, you were surprised. Yes, he wanted to get to know you, and you couldn’t help but feel even slightly violated and maybe even disturbed. 

Your like anyone in the world, have natural curiosity and interest in just about anything. But the unfamiliar feeling of unsettlement around Armin just felt…off.

You secretly knew of his deep infatuation; people always seemed to determined to figure the silent types out, to crack them open, decipher their many secrets. In terms of this analogy, you sort of understand, maybe even sympathise with his endless novelty toward your character, but even so…just why?

Maybe it was the fact that you felt bad for him, in a sad, puppy love kinda way. Maybe you saw him as a traumatized individual, just putting his assumed coping mechanism to work, with you just in the innocent line of fire. 

If he kidnaps you at all, Armin will smother you. Telling you how much you mean to him, explaining that only he can access your wonder and intrigue. Because, after all, he worked this hard to get you; why would he ever share you with anyone else? 

Although he will be stern, he’ll always be nice about it, rewarding you or not. 

You’re an enigma to Armin Arlert, keeping him guessing, testing his patience with all of your being. You don’t know it, but soon you’ll be in his possession.

I headcanon him as seeing your refusal, your blatant rejection as some kind of ‘disease.’ You haven’t even seen the best of him yet, why make up your mind about something that you know almost nothing of? Oh well, you’ll have plenty of time to get to know each other very soon. He’ll bare his injured soul to you, and you’ll have mo choice but to do the same for him. It’s what married couples do after all, right?

Just let him love you, Y/N. Let Armin adore you. It’s the best thing to do if you want everyone to live.

Glassy, still sapphire eyes simply stared at you in the weak light of a stolen candle. You couldn’t quite pinpoint what they were saying, those beautiful, dangerous, albeit loving eyes. But yet, they also held malice in their abyss’. Endless, bottomless, simply divine they were. That was all you knew.

“Why…do you lie to me?” he murmered. A small, rough palm came to rest against your hollowed cheek, fingertips gently tapping against the skin. Realising how close he truly was, you tried your hardest to get away, shifting in your place in the surprisingly plush, old bed, but all it took was a flash of blonde hair to whip past your face, before he succeeded in holding your arms down.

While he never did this explicitly to punish or harm you, Armin always knew just how to exert his power. Never mind the boundaries that he installed in you the day of your arrival; he didn’t care for them as much as you had to pretend to.

This Armin was unhinged. Normalcy could never be considered in this relationship. He could never understand the pain he put you through. To Armin, it was all in the name of his devotion. All of his interest had been rooted in one fact; you refused to love him.

Once he figured out that you wouldn’t couldn’t love him of your own accord, he became enamoured with something he just knew he could never have.

He had never even thought about taking you, drugging you, dragging you to a secluded spot in the woods, or an out of bounds room, derelict over many years.

“I never intended to take you like this, bunny.”

Swallowing hard, you tried to look him in the eyes, gently lifting your head higher and higher until his blue pools of mere unhinged insanity met your own pained orbs. Seeming to like this, he smiled.

His perfect teeth looked more like fangs in the dim, weak moonlight. It had felt like he had managed to suck every molecule of beauty from even the most simple of things.

His voice sounded like the devil; harsh, unforgiving lilting tones of false hope daring to stroke you face and make you think you had a good chance at happiness.

You didn’t know when he stopped being Armin and began being a monster. You didn’t know if the lines could be blurred any further.

“I never wanted this, Armin-” 

“Don’t play with me, bunny,” he snapped. His slender fingers wound themselves in your clean hair, twisting and searching for a soft spot to pull. When he found it, he lightly tugged; barely, but you still winced from the thought of the last time he did this. 

You still wanted to believe that he was quiet, sweet Armin who still had an unstoppable fascination with you, but he was harmless then. Or was he? Was he faking his intentions? Did he have it planned from the very beginning? 

You wanted to choke yourself for believing his simple demeanour, his dedication to the cause of the Survey Corps just like everyone else. He was a liar. He was a predator in all ways, ensnaring you, his perfect prey. 

Only now had Armin realized just how confused you were. 

You didn’t understand his love for you. You thought he hated you! 

Now that wouldn’t do.

Armin could have have kicked himself. All of his stern discipline and rules stemming from his love and protection meant that you mistook for him being cruel. He was doing this out of his devotion! 

How could he assume you would understand if he never told you, if he never proved his love?

“Armin, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything, I swear-” You took a deep breath, cutting yourself off. Now was not the place or time to be losing your composure; you still were trying to get used to the fact that you were being held against your will. 

“Hush”, he suddenly murmured, gently taking your chin in his fingertips, before moving them to tenderly cup your face, his eyes darting anywhere that he could lay his gaze upon.

The gestures were so tender you found your cheeks erupting with a wild blush, the burning shame hitting you moments later when your hatred and slight fear hit you like a slap to the face. 

Your embarassment only got worse when you felt his soft lips kiss your throat, his warm breath flush against your skin. His hands found themselves back in your hair again, stroking it, petting it, twisting it round and round his finger. His right hand caressed your nape, spreading his fingers so that they only just covered the width of your neck, and he pulled you closer, so that your head was nuzzled into his neck, buried beneath his love and fascination.

It all clicked. 

Armin wasn’t just interested in you. 

He was obessed with you.

Obsessively in love with you. 

You felt pathetic. You felt weak. But in a strange way, you also felt loved. 

You had no choice but to resign yourself to his touch, letting your head fall limp as he cradled you to his chest.

“Good bunny.”

#yandere aot #yandere snk #yandere armin #armin arlert x reader #attack on titan #yandere #headcanons #yandere attack on titan #Headcanon #hc's #armin x reader

[bookwyrminspiration]

i realized i havent sent you an ask in a while and that is unacceptable so due to my own confusion please consider:

arospec and/or aspec fintan (and bronte)

also transmasc butch lesbian sophie

- pyro

well I haven't properly answered asks in a while either so...we're even? I have no excuses my brain just stopped working but! Maybe it will decide to work more soon!!

as an aroace person: yes. Absolutely. 100%. It's simply in our nature to start rebellions and commit crimes in a dramatic way that greatly inconveniences the people trying to stop us while also accomplishing nothing. Perhaps they're also mentally ill.

I'm curious now if there's anything in canon that we could take to help solidify this argument. Not that we have a case to prove or anything but just that I like to find things in canon to give credence or more believability to any headcanon

If Fintan is aro/aspec, then I'm thinking he's more on the repulsed side as opposed to neutral/favorable. Same with Bronte. There have been absolutely no love interests or even mentions of a romantic life (aside from the blanket can't date as a councilor, but that's not specific to Bronte), which differs from basically every other character that has the same baseline amount of importance. It seems like once a character is important enough to the story, their love life is mentioned (specifically a romantic partner or lack thereof) because it's seen as a glimpse into their life, a way to get to know them. It makes them more human (not in terms of species, but in terms of depth). Kenric and Oralie have their romance, there's the love amalgamation of the entire kotlcrew that Tam and Linh got drawn into once they became important to the story (Linh first and then Tam, I think it was). Bo and Ro have their complicated arranged marriage, Grizel and Sandor are together, etc.

The only other important character I can think of who doesn't have a love interest yet is Calla, but that can be considered an outlier because she died in the same book we met her in. Maybe Flori, but I don't think she's important enough to be given a love interest yet. Oo: Elwin. Elwin is another one who is important but doesn't have a love interest.

i'm getting distracted so back to my point: Bronte and Fintan have both passed the threshold of importance and should reasonably have love interests by now. And if not an interest, than a mention of some past of love or lack of love. Nearly everyone else does, and yet there is no mention. So perhaps this is something we could take to mean that they're averse, falling on the repulsed side of aro/aspec identities.

I think the canon explanation is that they are ancients and as such are too old to have love interests, but that does conflict with the eternal youth kinda thing they have going on. However!! Fintan and Bronte instead being aroace or some combination of those things are a more satisfying representation to me and I'm choosing to belief that's the reason instead.

as for Sophie: yes. please and thank you, Shannon. I think Sophie should get to be queer as a treat. She's nearly died so many times, so now she should get to kiss girls. She should be held and comforted and cared for and so gay. This reminds me I have a few queer books on my bookshelf that I grabbed at the bookstore that I still haven't read, one specifically I got because it said it was queer and there was a pretty girl with dragon wings on the cover so I was...intrigued. idk what it's about but I should read it I guess!!

you know I think all literature is better when there are queer people. we enrich the environment and it's so comforting and pure ecstasy to see a character just like you <33

#if I ever publish a book I want to make it so queer. so comforting. probably devastating but hmmmm excellent #life update: my parents are now like 40 minutes away #my sister and I have been home alone for the past week as they attended my grandma's funeral #also do not worry I am old enough to be left home alone with a younger sibling #but back to sophie and fintan and bronte #shannon can't just give us characters like that and expect us not to claim them #shannon gave us a book so full of allocishet white characters and we decided she was wrong about them all #and I think that's beautiful #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #matt nonsie #dolentsnows #pyrokinetic-loser #quil's queries #fintan pyren #councilor bronte #sophie foster #queer kotlc

[bakujho]

Another rant about some Shady Eels

So, back again to talk about the shady eels though this time focusing on how with the information we’ve been given we can pretty well confirm the Leech family are mafia. We’ve gotten a few solid gems of information the last little while, pretty well confirming what we always figured. Octavinelle has got that mafia theme, so everyone expected some shadiness, but the info we’ve been fed about the Leech parents really brings home that it’s not just the dorm theme, and that the twins and Azul aren’t just “cosplaying as mafia baddies for aesthetic”. 

So what exactly do we KNOW? 

The twins were taught self defense by their parents from a young age. (Jade voice lines)

When they were children their parents ‘associates’ would buy them luxury or rare  birthday gifts...then were made to sign waivers saying that the gift had no ulterior motives and wouldn’t constitute a favour in return.  (Jade birthday)

Their father has told them that appearances on land are important, and to pay close attention to the little details. (When Idia asks for further clarification, he cuts Floyd off before he goes further saying that any further and he feels like he’d be “ensnared by darkness”) (Floyd dance and wishes wish)

There were many parties back in the Leech household, but they were more formal in nature. (floyd birthday)

Eels have a “tough guy” image in the sea, and them being carnivores doesn’t help. (floyd birthday)

Mama leech worries about her babies and contacts them often (jade birthday)

That they have a family run business, that has contacts with a LOT of kinds of different people. Jade tells us it’s VERY normal. (jade birthday)

Leech parents have spoiled their kids before, so they’re likely fairly well off. (floyd birthday)

Floyd seems to have a bit of a sore spot regarding humans (floyd robes) 

So obviously, without 100% confirmation, it’s impossible to say MAFIA LEECH ARE CANON, but with everything we’ve been given I’m pretty confident in saying it’s damn likely. That’s not even the fun part, cause it’s so surface level obvious considering Octavinelles theme, I decided to jump into it more. @chillableu​ had posted a comment in a shared discord that really got my brain whirring about WHY the mafia fam is maybe a bigger thing than just aesthetic, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since. Headcanon accepted, chilla. I thank you. (I took out your name in case you didn’t want anyone on discord to find you by it)

  I’ll put the rest of this under a cut since it’s really just me theorizing and head canoning a whole ton of shit about the Leech fam based on humans treating fish as lesser beings incapable of the same level of emotions and intelligence as themselves, adding in bits from other media that has mermaids, mythology, and a touch of the history of the mafia.

Not even really sure where to start with this, but here we go. So, What if the Leech fam (be it great grandpa/grandma leech or current Leeches) started the mafia as a way to protect themselves due to the mistreatment of merfolk that were more “monster” like than the regular human kind mermaids we’ve only seen up until now. Its reported that the original Sicilian mafia started as a way for certain families that were facing persecution from the rest of the towns that eventually spiraled into the crime syndicates we all know from various media today. Outside of the twins and Azul, all the other merfolk that have been shown in game have been the “fully human on top, fish bottom” type, and with Azul being bullied because we was a rare 8 legged mermaid, and the magicamonsters from the Halloween event seeing merfloyd and remarking how RARE it was to see one, so I’m thinking that maybe the Leech fam started as a way to protect themselves, since if carnivorous merfolk are seen as more brutish, they may have seen a lot of discrimination from other merfolk and humans alike. 

It’s no secret that Toboso has been covering a lot of heavy topics dressed up in Disney clothes, and has already addressed discrimination and fetishization with the scarabia, savanaclaw, and more recently Diasomnia boys (well, mostly Malleus in the halloween event being treated like an object). So what I’m thinking is that there’s an underlying problem in the twstverse, where non-humans are treated badly, and non-humans with monster features even more so. So the leech fam bands together with whatever other monster like merfolk families there are and create their own little area in the coral sea, and eventually expand out into other types of business until they’re in a comfortable enough position to not really worry about any backlash anymore. Floyd has shown some distaste before about being ordered around by humans, which could be an ingrained quality from his parents, or he himself may have experienced some form of mistreatment at the hands of humans before. If the leech fam has a lot of ‘associates’ I think it’s safe to say that they weren’t the only ones feeling abandoned by the normal merfolk and humans .

In Japanese folklore there are creatures called Ningyo (basically human fish), which were both feared as creatures that would bring calamity and misfortune, and prized as their flesh was supposed to be sweet tasting and grant near immortality if eaten. Mermaids in a lot of more modern media are also more nuanced than the “beautiful fish that sailors fall in love with”. Even in One Piece, there’s the mermaids that are captured and sold off to the rich as prize objects to collect and display, and the Fishmen, which are the strong brutes that are ostracised by nearly everyone in series for them simply being fish. If Toboso wanted to touch on the mythology in TWST it would make sense that the more monster-like mermaids have created their own sub-society separate from the regular merfolk. During the Halloween event, the children seem to be pretty scared by Floyd because he’s huge, so what if that’s nothing new for him and why he’s so good with kids? Cause as a mermaid they’re used to people being openly scared of them without any good reason outside of their appearance. I also suspect that Floyd and Jade have a few more siblings, since in one of Floyds home screen lines he says that he’s not the youngest nor the oldest, and tbh, eels lay thousands of eggs, so it wouldn’t be surprising that he knew how to deal with the kid without any struggle. 

What if, when the eels are first hatched they’re a lot smaller than they were and like in the original article that started all of this, humans were needlessly cruel to them and many of them died out of sheer neglect, or that humans just didn’t think merfolk as capable as having acute emotions and saw them as lowly fish rather than sentient beings. We saw with the Magicamonsters that there’s a complete disregard for the feelings of Malleus when they made it a challenge to touch his horns and get a picture, so I imagine that has to extend to merfolk as well when they’re actually seen. That same mindset could have extended to the regular mermaids as well, which is why mermaids like Azul were so tormented for being different, even though they’re all fucking mermaids at the end of the day. So bringing this back to the Leech fam, they decided that they weren’t going to stand for the same level of discrimination from humans and other merfolk alike and began building their own empire. They have contacts in the sea that extend to those on land (otherwise how would the twins get the rare land items for their birthdays), and have an extensive network of associates, with the added bonus of brilliant mermaid twins, one of which is incredibly cunning, the other quick to violence and both of them raised to defend themselves should the need arise. 

So basically, I’m fully on the “Mafia Leech Fam is canon for real” train and at this point it’s going to be very hard to change my mind. I feel like there were a few more things I wanted to touch on with this but they’ve poofed themselves into the depths of my mind somewhere, so I may have to come back to them later. If you have anything to add, please let me know cause brain rotting about the Leech fam is honestly one of my favourite past times right now.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst analysis #floyd leech #jade leech #twisute #twisted wonderland analysis #octavinelle #leech family #azul ashengrotto

[dana-chan-the-control-brain]

Hey, did you saw the film theory on Invader Zim on Membrane that Low-key makes sense

NO. IT. DOESN’T!

Okay, maybe this is my personal bias shining through, because I really don’t like Mattpatt sometimes... No. Okay, I have nothing against the guy personally. More frankly, I don’t like his fanbase or the way he structures his videos.

The way Mattpatt words and structures his videos acts like he’s the first person who thought of this idea, it’s the main contributor to why I stopped watching his videos a long time ago.

He speaks in a lot of rhetorics and strawman arguments rather than just saying what he wants to say. Like “If you don’t believe me... look no further then...” and that’s the one thing I ABSOLUTELY HATE on theory videos.

And some of Mattpatts own theories he doesn’t take seriously, but this is what you get when you base your INCOME off of youtube ad revenue and browse the reddit forums for new ideas. A completely monopolized way of theorizing. (and this is why there are several paragraphs in my current chapter of Tech Support of Zim’s Computer complaining about the concept of youtube entertainment in general.)

Sure, I don’t think Mattpatt will run out of theories... but I really hate the structure of his videos follows along strawman arguments, acting like he’s always arguing with an imaginary audience for entertainment value rather than just say what he wants to say.

That, and people will often cling to theories of someone with good editing software and a youtube channel then Their own opinions.

Something that I learned was incredibly dangerous to do. I learned my lesson with “That Guy with the Glasses dot com” and I don’t plan to act like I know something or am better than someone else cause I agree with someone who said something on youtube once.

I do watch Internet reviews and theory videos for entertainment, but that’s all they are to me. I don’t like to watch youtube videos to give me opinions on how I feel about things. And I seriously think a wide margin of his subscribers lack critical thinking skills at times, as well as a majority of the youtube audience, or from what I’ve seen in the comment section.

However, remember... These are just my thoughts on the matter... My thoughts are not law and I never claim them to be.

Like when I first joined the fandom and posed my GIR analysis questions... I even said:

“I don’t know if the fandom has talked about this in depth or not... I just got here... or if someone put it into this many words before but...”  

Also... the thing that bothers me about his Invader Zim theory...

A lot of Mattpatt’s sources are just..... Wrong...

(for the next few minutes I will be talking about this video, feel free to watch or don’t)

Okay.. “Membrane is an Irken” this has been a popular fan theory since before I even entered the fandom and there are old fics about this. I have read Irken Membrane stories before.

It’s not personally my cup of tea, but it’s fun to think about.

But the straws Mattpatt grasps in his video.... Really upset me because there is some thought to the theory back in the day.. ... Like back in 2002??? but like.... NOW?!

Okay, I’ll pick apart this a little... bit by bit...

He says that Membrane takes a hard stance against anything paranormal.

Kinda... but no.. Membrane never outright denies the existence of aliens. (except in ETF... which he mainly says out of frustration...) This is what Membrane says about “there are no aliens” in the show:

Membrane just says that there are no “intelligent” aliens...None that are able to travel the massive distance to Earth, anyways... If aliens existed at all, (like the cryptoids Dib talks of) they would have traveled the distance to the planet and communicated with them by now.

However, this is a nitpick of a minor issue. One that a majority of the fandom tends to overlook when viewing Professor Membrane and Dib’s relationship in general. 

And I do find it weird that he used this for evidence when he cut out the most important snippet from the full lecture he gives Dib here.... JUST to support his claim... as if he’s intentionally leaving that part out.... hmmmm

However, I can let this slide, because it’s a nitpick and really doesn’t change anything that Membrane is very dissuasive of Dib’s alien-hunting hobbies. (I have a theory as to why and I explain it here in my own way)

The point is, Membrane is dismissive of anything alien... maybe because he’s an Irken...okay, good, yes. fair. 

A lot of Mattpatts claims from then on are pretty solid, and I won’t bunk them with “But in my headcanon/Fanfic verse...”  Because what he is saying is all true.

Membrane denying the existence of aliens even after being taken to space jail doesn’t have much of an explanation and is played for comedy and there are many ways you can go with this, and I am not going to bring up my fanfics or my own headcanons to argue with him here.

Because there is no explanation, and he is going with the “Membrane is Irken” theory... So that’s very solid when he’s talking about Membrane denying the Hallucinations. 

Mattpatt claimed that Membrane wore his face covering at all times and had been dressed this way since he was a child.

I will not deny this. This is true.

However, isn’t bringing up Membrane’s childhood kinda put a hole in your own argument?

MEMBRANE WAS A CHILD.

He had been shown to have childhood memories in the comics and the show.

Irkens don’t really have a “Childhood” per say, at least not in the way that humans do. They are a smeet, then elite, then Invader..

If he’s claiming that Membrane came to earth as an Irken SMEET....How, why, and when? 

That kinda raises more questions than it answers.... What are you proving by bringing up Membrane’s baby pictures on Earth exactly? It kind of works against your own argument? 

Saying that they’re Irken because they all have the same hair.... that’s just stupid... and he’s citing the Invader Zim wiki on this .... oh boy.

Yeah, Like before I watched the show I thought Dib and Disguised Zim were the same character or brothers...

But I don’t think character design here is a solid enough reason in this case... At least not when it comes to the hairstyles... That’s a stretch.

“Hmmm Membrane’s hair forms an M shape... What could the M stand for? Mirken?! SUSPICIOUS!” (this is just a joke)

Also... the lack of ears thing... He did say it would be hard for Membrane to hear if his headpiece was covering his ears, but not necessarily... The entire thing is a headset and he is the man of science, he can really do whatever the fuck he wants cause Science is like magic in a show like this. So if Membrane wears a headset that doesn’t obstruct his hearing at all, I can buy it... Also.. it’s equally possible his ears got blown off in a chem lab accident or he’s legally deaf and that headset acts as a hearing aide and HELPS him hear... 

Actually, I always noticed how in Membrane’s original design from the show, the headset looked a lot like a hearing aid. Specifically one with a head clip, It’s one of the things I first noticed about his design in the show.

And it’s just something I always assumed because he’s a scientist who deals with explosions in his face on a daily basis... (in fact he experiences one in episode 2B) So on first viewing, I thought that his headset served as a hearing aid as well as prescription glasses and a communication device. 

I’m just throwing out possibilities because the “lack of ears” is also kinda a stretch.

Mattpatt complaining about “lack of nose” however... Okay, yeah I’ll give him that one. It’s a character design choice that is a little odd for Professor Membrane, but it does fit with the Irken theory, since a majority of human characters, in fact, all have noses. So, Yes the “lack of nose” does fit more into the Irken theory. 

However.... Florpus anime Membrane DOES have a nose...

Meant to be drawn in a more semi-realistic artsyle, you can clearly see the bridge of his nose here.

And he looks very similar to anime Dib... Sooooo... Shrug-city... 

It’s likely that Membrane not having a nose in the show is simply a stylistic choice than anything else. Basically, the bridge of the nose is there... we just don’t see it.

Especially since Nightmare Membrane has a nose as well..

Membrane is like Home Improvement’s Wilson. We will never see his face, and that’s part of the gag. The man probably sleeps in his labcoat honestly...

I also find the voice pattern thing a bit of a stretch. Membrane and Zim are just eccentric characters who yell to emote or emphasize a point or emote stronger. And Membrane’s inflections are never the same as Zim’s.

Remember, no other Irken TALKS like Zim. Professor Membrane doesn’t really go around screaming: “I AM PROFESSOR MEMBRANE” either..... 

If anything... it just kinda proves both characters have auditory processing issues or hearing problems more then anything.

And there is a lot of screaming on this show.... Screaming from Dib, screaming from Membrane, Screaming from GIR, screaming from Zim... Screaming is funny... and characters scream so much that the characters with their mouths wide open is somewhat a staple of the show.

This is more because of Johnen Vasquez’s voice direction...

Especially since no other Irken really talks like Zim..

Zim’s manor of Speach is strictly a Zim thing and not an Irken thing.

Professor Membrane’s manner of speech is simply a Membrane thing and not a human thing.

I will give Mattpatt that. That a lot of tech in the show looks similar to Membrane’s. I feel this is mostly a stylistic choice, but it really does fit in with the Irken theory. 

Like that Zim just so happens to use the same operating system as Dib is played off as a joke. But it does add some small credence to the theory here... I need to point out when he does get it right... some pats on the back.

These are very good points and does follow through with what he’s trying to prove by the end of the day.

(even if Membrane was lying about the destruction of all mankind with the beans thing, but that’s a minor nitpick here) 

But his entire paragraph comparing Membrane’s tech to Irken tech is a really good one. Props there.

This whole paragraph about there being only Tall or short irkens cause their society is height based and there are no “medium-sized” irkens....cause they were “dealt with”

Okay.

....

Sure Mattpatt. Let’s just entirely ignore the existence of the Frylord and this entire character even though you mentioned it in the synopsis at the start of your video... Showing that Taller irkens are in positions of power against the shorter, also... Zim is a tiny irken... there are many Irkens that stand taller then Zim.

Being tall in Irken society is a rarity, and Almighty Tallest Purple said that he and Red “became” the Tallest. How? We don’t know, but we do know at one point the current Tallest looked like this:

How do Irkens get that Tall? Body modifications? Maybe... it’s never explained, but considering the Frylord is super big and probably eats a lot of snacks might have something to do with it. We don’t know.

It’s safe to say that being Tall in their society is a rarity and Tallests are either born or made special from the cloning chamber from the get go.

Not to mention, Membrane is Taller than the current Tallest are already...

 and you said earlier in the video that Membrane would have gone to Earth as a child...

When he was no taller than a wrapped Christmas box of socks...

So why would Membrane take refuge on Earth at this point? Mattpatt says that Membrane was sent on a mission to Earth because the Tallest felt threatened by his rule...

BY MEMBRANE’S RULE?!?

HE’S THE SIZE OF A CHRISTMAS BOX OF SOCKS!

What do they have to be threatened by? 

Because... Mattpatt DID bring up Membrane as a child earlier in the video... meaning Membrane came to earth when he was about the same size as Zim.

SO THEY HAD NOTHING TO BE WORRIED ABOUT AND HAD NO EVIDENCE TO BELIEVE MEMBRANE WOULD GROW TO BE TALL ORE EVEN VIEW HIM AS A THREAT

You bunked your own argument. Congradulations.

Membrane conquered the world through his inventions. In a way, sure. Membrane Labs does own a lot of stuff. But he doesn’t own everything. A majority of the Corporations that keep the population stupid usually don’t have anything to do with Membrane Labs and aren’t affiliated at all. 

But this does fit into the “Membrane is an Irken” theory so I will give him that one.

However, Membrane being an evil corporate dictator is a hot take I never really appreciate at all and I can never get behind it.

It hits too close to home in the real world, and I always like to view Membrane as a self-made man and a World loving hippie at his core who just wants to make the world a better place, much like his son, but he actively does something about it. (which can also be why he encourages Dib with real science so much cause he knows Dib wants to save the Earth as much as he does)

Just calling Membrane a capitalist billionaire that doesn’t care about the little guy kinda seems disingenuous towards his character for me. 

Especially when Membrane in “Ten Minutes to Doom” created a machine (foodio) that completely end world hunger... which was in BETA in the unreleased episode...

 but by the time the movie rolls around... Foodio exists... past his BETA, meaning that he’s probably no expensive than a common household microwave and can materialize food from nothing:

Yeah. Membrane completely ended world hunger off-screen. thanks. (something no capitalist would ever do...)

Membrane also does appearances for charity (in the comics), and often takes funding for sponsorships when he is low on funds and he had to find a cure for pig mouth. 

Sure “Membrane conquered the world” fits the Irken theory...

But I never appreciate that take on his character and that is admittedly, very personal bais. 

I just wanted to say my peace a little bit here about how I 100% don’t vibe with the “Membrane capitalist/billionaire scum” especially since he ended world hunger...and invented a cure for the un-common cold.

Works for the theory, so good on Mattpatt for that one, but I personally don’t vibe with it.

Mattpatt compared Zim and Dib’s head shape as something to argue... Like because Dib has a similar head shape to Zim... that Dib has to be an alien... Okay... But If you look at the Invader Zim artbook (which I own)

The show has a very distinct look on how they draw characters’ heads. It’s a very distinct stylistic choice and there are pages upon pages in the artbook describing the style and how it looks in motion, and many revision notes to the Korean animators.

There are lots of pages on the artbook describing in detail the differences between the main characters’ heads, what to do, and what not to do.

It’s a difficult style to replicate, and Dib having a big head was mostly a joke from the showrunners to the showrunners, cause they kept drawing Dib’s head slightly bigger to make him look more appealing.

A majority of the audience doesn’t really notice because all the children in the show have big heads. All the kids are like 3-4 feet tall and have huge heads. 

Also... Dib’s head is far more rounder then Zim’s in the comics and the Movie... comparing their head shape as an arguing point, when Dib’s head shape changed midway season 1 when the designs got slightly more streamlined is just... bad form..

Dib and Zim’s heads never really look the same from the early episodes as they do later on.

Comparing this character design similarity just because of the artstyle is really stupid.

This is the most infuriating thing about the video... because Mattpatt disproves his own argument with his own footage not a few seconds earlier. 

He claims that Gaz sarcastically mentioning she has a squeedly spooch is a canon fact...... but ... hmm.. Mattpatt... can I rewind the footage of your video, please?

Where’s her squeedly spooch?

IS IT BEHIND HER CLEARLY HUMAN ORGANS?! I DON’T SEE IT?

And this isn’t just a stylistic choice... here’s a picture of another human’s organs for comparison.

Mattpatt literally disproved his own argument and ignored the fact that we saw an X-ray of Gaz’s organs in the very same episode...

Gaz doesn’t have a squeedly spooch and she literally was being sarcastic.

and the whole thing is disproved very easily.

Everything Mattpatt says in between those two points, about Dib being taken aboard an alien ship as a baby, and that there is no mother, and the Clone theory... That is all good stuff and this is what the theory video should have speculated and focused on, because there is some digging to be had here... I feel he focused a lot on the wrong points in his video...

And this is the most outrageous point he makes in his video. It’s the thing that pissed me off the most... and lead me to write this essay in the first place.

He claimed Eric Trueheart himself confirmed the clone theory and had story plans where Dib would discover his clone origins.

HE DID NOT!

IN FACT, Eric Trueheart himself published Volume One of the Invader Zim script book AND THIS IS WHAT HE SAID:

Eric neither confirmed nor denied the rumor.

But for Mattpatt to blatantly say that Eric said that Clone Dib was a planned thing by the screenwriters?!

He is BLATANTLY putting words into a Screenwriter’s mouth! Something that you should NEVER do.

Because it is 100% a lie.

He had no source for this claim. He probably just read the same rumor on the wiki and has no source.

This is the reason why I don’t trust videos like Mattpatt. The truth is often stretched for entertainment value, or information is just made up to prove “they were right” about whatever the topic of the day was. He doesn’t even bother to cite the source he got “Eric Trueheart’s word of mouth” from... because it was wrong.

Sorry if this whole thing is more hostile than it intended to be... But Mattpatt was looking at the ENTIRELY wrong evidence for this show....

Irken Membrane is a fun theory... but Mattpatt picked the entirely wrong topics and points of discussion, even to the point of hiding the truth and straight-up lying to his audience about his sources.

It’s kinda like saying “Birds eat ghost peppers because they’re part dragon and dragons can handle spicy food”

While, yeah, Birds are descended from dinos, it’s kinda missing the full story there and it’s not the reason why birds can eat spicy food.

Irken Membrane is a fun fan theory... do what you want with it. I am not here to dissuade Irken Membrane headcanons...

I’m just here to encourage critical thinking, and perhaps NOT put words into content creators' mouths when there is no credible source for it just because it benefits your argument.

#Invader Zim #Film Theory #Mattpatt #danachan's rants #lol sorry i went off but he really needed to cite his sources more on this one

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The pain that 5x13 put me in- my dad is currently in the military and had to go to war more than once, and seeing the writers go for the problems veterans have to go through in the US and in nearly all countries in the world makes me happy. (But damn! I wasn't ready for all of them to be dead wtffffff- my heart- my headcanons- help)

I just have to wonder, do you think they'll go as far as make Eddie have suicidal thoughts? Or depression, PTSD, etc? I just don't know if they will really put words to the situation they created.

heeey, sorry for the late answer, somehow I only saw that I had this ask now 💛 (this is gonna be a pure rambling sorry)

Yeah, I'm really glad that they went there as well. It hurt to watch because - and kudos to Ryan for the acting here - it felt so damn raw and real and my heart broke as well in that scene. But I love that we get to see the depths of how much war and the experiences around that can seriously fuck with you and how that trauma can manifest in your life. We've seen glimpses of it during season 3 (and honestly, I am still crying at Eddie saying he doesn't really feel emotions he knows he's supposed to feel... like damn) but Eddie was able to 'shove it all back in a box' back then bc he still had his job and his support system around him - the well hadn't happened yet, he hadn't been shot in the middle of LA...

I feel like so many people have already pointed out really amazing things about how the show portrayed this whole breakdown and everything leading up to it. How Eddie listening into the 'If I don't operate out of fear and it goes away, how am I supposed to operate?'-call features into it all... how the ways in which the people Eddie had saved, died, mirrored emergencies and tragedies in Eddie's personal life - like, from a writing perspective my jaw is still on the floor - that was so well done.

I think what Eddie's story (from the fight club arc, over Eddie begins, to Eddie dealing with the shooting, his panic attacks and now his break down) shows so brilliantly, is how there's such a disconnect and dissonance between how you're feeling when you 'come back' from war/ survive a trauma vs. how everyone else who hasn't been to war / hasn't experienced what you've lived through is behaving. And Eddie has never been given the opportunity to find a healthy coping mechanism, to simply feel his feelings without guilt. (fuck his parents, especially his dad, for getting it into his head that showing emotions is weakness, that you have to move forward all the time, plus the way Eddie said, after he pulled his team out of the helicopter crash and saved them that it hadn't felt like it was enough - THAT MUST HAVE COME FROM SOMEWHERE like I AM SO MAD ABOUT THAT) Because Eddie is such a gentle and kind person, I always got the impression that he feels SO much, but constantly forced himself to suppress it (out of self-preservation bc he didn't want to break down, and out of these learnt behaviours). And suppressing all the things he is feeling has hurt him so much. I'm so happy he's gonna be on his healing journey now.

Re: the second part of your ask... I feel like we're heavily in the middle of a depression/ptsd arc even without it being explicitly named, because that's what we're watching - it's been unfolding all season. And... the way Eddie behaved during the hostage situation, how he basically was calm and collected until he got Buck out of it all and then - I mean we've been joking about Eddie being a petty bitch in that situation, but, like ... he didn't really care what was happening to him at all and I feel like that was very telling in a way.

And like, I know we all talk about Buck being the one who said: 'It would have been better for him if it was me who got shot.', but honestly, I think Eddie operates under the premise that: 'if it has to be anyone, it's okay that it's me, it should be me', as if his presence alone is somehow something he needs to atone for?!?!? As if, when something happens to him, and not someone else, at least it makes sense somewhere, as if that's the prize he has to pay for existing as himself?!? So he desperately self-contains his pain, shoves down having wants and needs, bc he thinks letting it out will only ever lead to dragging the people around him down with him (another big fuck you to his parents, HELLO!?!? (also, again, that shit had to come from somewhere even before Eddie joined the army and I need to know more about who Eddie was before Christopher was born!!)) and that's why he had to reach that rock bottom... I think @catdadeddie mentioned it in her tags somewhere, the fact that Eddie called Mills, and was confronted with the worst case scenario of Eddie not dealing with his trauma, was ... phew... but it also served as a catalyst for Eddie to say: 'I can't do this anymore, I don't want this for myself anymore, I want to feel something else, I want to be happy again.' And because Buck is there now, it will also need to the realisation that he doesn't have to shoulder all of it alone. That Buck will be there and keep him company in his mess... (like, this is one of the most beautifully stories told ever... I'm still losing it)

#I hope your dad is doing alright <3 #and sorry omg this got so long and it's really only rambling #lisa rambles #(which is very fitting in this case :D) #eddie diaz #911 spoilers #911 season 5 #long post

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Alright! Here goes my Bugsnax Grumpus last name headcanon!

(This ended up being way longer than I thought it would've been, oh god-)

I think we all can agree that the headcanon where a Grumpus child has their parent's combined last names as their own last name is a very common headcanon people share. It's a good one! Even I like it a lot. And when applied to OCs or fankids it makes for some hilarious names.

It'd make sense in-canon and I feel like it gives the Grumpus world more depth as their own little tradition. (Honestly give me ANY culture/tradition headcanon for Grumpuses PLEASE THOSE ARE MY FAVORITEEEE I even had one for teeth a while ago that I may share publicly one day!!)

But I've been thinking about this, especially because of Cromdo and my own OCs - Neddy and Rason Honeyfidget. With Rason being Neddy's dad, if we only used this headcanon then Neddy shouldn't have this last name... Well, there's a lore reason why he doesnt and that is that his mother has died while he was still an egg, a while before hatching. Rason made him take on "Honeyfidget" only.

But that's just the backstory that got me thinking at the name traditions as a whole, so I'll try to avoid OC talk any further to make this friendlier for others who do not know about my OCs and are just interested in reading this headcanon.

Another headcanon I want to mention as I apply it to my own is the headcanon that Triffany changed her last name to Bronica's last name as a way to honor her. You can definitely change your name to anything you want in the Grumpus world, but changing your last name to a relative's like your grandparent's last name is possibly quite common!

And now I want to bring up Cromdo and the fact he is divorced. It has been confirmed that Cromdo is divorced and that his name may reflect that. (Though originally it was answered in the AMA that "Cromdo Face" just sounded funny at first and that it is possible that he did loose a half of his last name this way!)

Also I want to say that he wasn't abusive to the child mentioned! I remember there was a small confusion and drama about that. And I believe one of the devs on the YH discord mentioned that the 1# tie was a reference to Octodad. I do not remember if that confirmed that he is a father or if this answer by Sage was possibly wrong. He cannot see the child because he lost custody of them and lost in court. I do not have screenshot evidence of this. On a side-note I believe this could be one of the reasons he grew to be so money hungry. He didn't have enough money back then to keep his child. Again I want to say it could be ONE of the reasons and not the exact reason why he is this way.

This is more so of an ramble about my headcanon and what I want to say rather than some comprehensive thing, I am so sorry dfwergeg it's just how I write and explain things and I gotta mention it ALL (Great addition to "Guzma, your ADHD is showing")

Anyways, back on track with my HC.

But in this/my headcanon - Cromdo is divorced, he has had a child, and lost a part of his last name because of the divorce. I do not know how human marriage last name and stuff works properly so uh, see this as just speculation about a fictional species' culture rather than a carbon copy of our own. Which it clearly isn't LOL

I personally think that you can do multiple things with your last name when you get married! (And how it can affect the child's last name!)

Let's use Chandlo and Snorpy as examples, because I think they make great last name combinations. (And Snorplo is HELLA !!/pos)

- You can change your last name to your partner's last name, like we do commonly. (At least, with all the cultures I'm aware of and how marriage works for us.) Examples: Snorpy Funkbun, Chandlo Fizzlebean

(This one isn't very common to do!)

- You can change one half of your last name to a half from your partner's last name. Examples: Snorpy/Chandlo Funkbun/Fizzlebun

(Not as common either, but it still happens. It is actually more common than the first example. This was the case for Cromdo. I'll get back to this later. Grumps usually reserve this for their childen, which is the most common way of naming your children!)

- You keep your last name after marriage! Example: Snorpy Fizzlebean. Chandlo Funkbun. Canon examples would be Wambus and Triffany as well!

(Most common one to do as many wear their last names with pride or for other reasons - such as Trifanny when she changed her last name to Bronica's last name in this headcanon.)

Before we get to the kids again, I'm gonna go back to Cromdo and what can happen during divorce.

During divorce you can simply change your name back if you changed it, or keep the last name you took from your partner. Many simply change their last names back to what they were originally. Some, if they went by the half/half method, take away the half from their ex-partner only. This leaves some Grumpuses with one worded last names, such as Cromdo.

I think he changed a half of his last name during marriage. After the divorce, he didn't want to "wear" his partner's name anymore and changed his name to Cromdo Face only as Face was a part of his last name he was given at birth. This is most often the default for Grumpuses who have been divorced and took only half of their partner's last name.

If Cromdo - (or any Grumpus with a one-word last name! There's certainly rare cases of Grumpuses who have one word that didn't go through divorce. Possibly Grumpuses with bad attachment to one of their parents - so they change or remove that half of the last name they got from said parent. If their last name was a combination.) - were to re-marry he could take one half of his new partner's last name, or not change his name at all.

I want to get onto how naming a child would work with this situation, so I will talk about ways of naming children before I get back to this! And by naming I of course mean the last names only, lol.

(One rule is that, unless you change your name later in real life for any reason, it's gonna have to be one of these otherwise! Your Grump parent cannot make you up a new last name. It is just a part of the tradition they have. Though re-naming isn't looked upon in any way by the majority of Grumpuses as there are many reasons to do so!! Unless you're a jerk or you value your last name TOO much.) (Also when I say "you" I don't mean YOU as the reader literally. I mean a hypothetical Grumpus child!! It's just how I like wording things.

(...I've been writing for almost an hour, brain scrampled eg)

- Your last name is the combined name of your parent's last names. Examples: Fizzlebun, Funkbean

(VERY COMMON! Most Grumpuses will do this when first naming their child!)

- Your keep one of your parent's last name! Fizzlebean or Funkbun.

(This all works if you have multiple parents btw! Can make for SUPER crazy long and funny last names. This *all* applies to marriage, too! I hope it is easily applicable. I do not want to go in depth on that. Feel free to hit me an ask about this if you want me to explain it more in depth!! I wouldn't want to exclude polyamorous relationships ^^ )

(Also yes, last names that are just the same word repeated twice/multiple times are possible too. Fizzlefizzle, Funkfunk... How fun are these to say? Gives me Grumpus OC name ideas already.)

But yes! Back to Cromdo! Or any Grumpus in the same situation, but as I've stater earlier, Cromdo is just an example here. If he were to re-marry and NOT change his name, there's two posibilities:

His new partner has a full last name.

In this situation, if they have a child they can keep the full last name from Cromdo's partner. Or they can have one word from his partner + Face. For reasons stated below the child cannot have "Face" as their only last name.

His new partner has a one-worded, short last name like he does.

In this situation, if they have a child they have to name it a combination of their last name's. No exception. Having a short last name is a sign of something happening in your life, and it is traditionally not put onto a child, unless they are adopted with no last name. That still counts as something that happened in their life, as their birth parents possibly just gave them away with no care in the world.

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At this point I am almost completely off track, so please do ask me questions as I am not sure where I completely left off - Or rather if there is something I forgot that I wanted to mention.

By the way, for combining last names and such, you can also mis-match! Doesn't even have to be combinations. This applies to everything, even for (Full last name + one-word last names) where it makes sense the most. Examples: Beanfizzle, Bunfunk, Bunbean, Bunfizzle, Beanbun, Beanfunk. I'm personally a big fan of Bunfunk and Beanbun :P)

And this applies to siblings, too! It isn't uncommon for parents naming their children mis-matched last name combinations if they have multiple ones. (This ties into my headcanon for Filbo's many siblings and that he isn't a single child. He's in a big household and has at least 2 siblings. ONE OF WHICH I want to make into an OC! This requires me to make the parents, too, but I am not so bothered about that :P)

I'm out for now, all my brain power has left me a few paragraphs ago and I've got to go eat lunch

But again I encourage people to ask me questions (If anyone was brave enough to read through this!!)

And if I got anything wrong, do let me know! I am not all-knowing and I could've missed some VERY OBVIOUS mistakes.

And sorry if the writing is wonky at times! Sometimes it is done on purpose but sometimes the fact I only pretend I know how to write + the fact English is my second language IS SHOWING

(Also I sometimes just write how I think, without much thought put into the sentence if I don't proof read, so HSDFWERGRGT)

#bugsnax #longpost #long post #long #bugsnax hc #bugsnax headcanons #bugsnax headcanon #i wanna make sure i tag this right edfwerg #brain scrampled eg.....