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turianmailman · 2 years

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This started out as being fluff but ended in angst -- OOPS

Thats right more Stardew Valley AU -- Yes she has 12 siblings cause idk Ducks have a lot of ducklings

Also yall coulda just talked business partners, but we left our brain cells back home

Transcript under cut in case my handwriting is causing Crimes

Fakir: Duck..what do you look for in a partner... Duck: Huh? Like...a business partner, or a romantic partner? Fakir: Either I guess. Duck: Why you asking? Ya wanna enter a business venture? Or getting married? Fakir: Just making conversation Duck, calm down.

Duck: Hmmmm.....Well...to be honest....I never gave much thought to either of those things...but especially the latter. Fakir: City life that busy, was it? Duck: *sighs* No, that wasn't it. My family is kinda big. Big families sort of have a bad habit of getting in each other's business. A lot of love, but a lot of responsibility to go around, y'know? Fakir: Mm. Duck: I'm the youngest of twelve - while I was growing up, almost all my siblings were basically starting their lives elsewhere. I was always helping gramps, or my parents.....I don't know - nothing ever came up with the whole romance thing....

Duck: So I have a hard time imagining what I'd want, when I don't even know what I'd want, y'know...if that even made sense, ha ha! ...... besides. I don't think I'd make a very good girlfriend. Fakir: ?! Duck: - omigosh - that came out SO self-deprecating!! I just meant I don't think I'm ready for a relationship, I'm super forgetful, so I'd forget anniversaries 'n stuff, I'm not very responsible - tho I'm trying - but I'm also clumsy and have a hard time self - regulating - I-I think it just would be a lot to deal with!

Duck: A-Anyway, that's what I meant...by that... Fakir: ...... You're right. You are all those things.

Fakir: But by that standard...of being clumsy, forgetful, imperfect, no one would find love. Maybe someone likes when you get a little too excited. Someone might find your forgetfulness endearing or your clumsiness. There might even be someone who sees how hard you try and want to help you...

Fakir: They may even see parts of you that you overlook. Like how you're the first person to do something when someone is in need. Or how you stop your car in the middle of the road to move a turtle to the other side. Of they *chuckle* remember that just. Bonkers face you made when you caught that carp first try. If you waited until you wiped away all your imperfections...I don't think anyone would get to enjoy those parts of you. I get not being ready. Solitude is comfortable. I just think...imperfect...incomplete people, deserve a chance at love too. To deny that chance seems unfair....

Fakir: *cough* If...If i can like you just fine, then, um, someone else will definitely see what I see. Or whatever *m-hm* Duck: *is sobbing* Fakir: ! Oh - Duck

Fakir: Duck I'm -- Th-That was a lot, I'm sorry, that was my stupid writers brain kicking into high gear - I-I didn't mean to - OOF!

Duck: *through tears* No one - has ev-ever - been so n-nice to meeeee! Fakir: ....No one.....ever told you .... you were worthy...? Duck: Y-Y-YEAAAAAaaaaa

Fakir: ssshhhhh....It's okay Duck....It's okay.....It's okay...

#princess tutu #fakiru #fakir princess tutu #Duck princess tutu #ahiru arima #ahiru princess tutu #stardew au #ptutu #PTT #long post #were not gonna talk about the way fakir is petting the goose okay I was running out of steam and my green midliner was dying #fakir

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thisbelongsto-nohbodys · 6 months

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The sketchbook I've been using for these Owlphibia comics is running out of pages, so I'mma use em up by doing sketchdumps and continue comics in the new sketchbook. First up is some Azura and her Hexside friends (except the 3rd one since I haven't figured out their tracks and personality, and also none of the Calamity Siblings). 1. Azura often has to help her friend Eva when she gets in trouble with the Principal when caught with scams. 2. Imagine the parents of the Isles learning what magic their kid(s) is by that type of magic being showing itself at a young age but gets refined later on. 3. I coulda made this a mini-comic but it was simple enough for just two panels. 4. It'd b funny if Luz, Willow and Gus don't do any Moonlight Conjurings indoors/near a house demon and thus brings that rule to any kids they have. On the upside, they have a direct line to the moon for the moonlight conjuring...I guess.

#the owl house #luz noceda #amity blight #lumity #azura noceda #oc #evangeline “Eva”#Wulfrik “Rik”#pauline park #my art #sketch #ink

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mysteriesmuse · 1 year

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FIRE IN THE HOLE🔥💥☕️

Your lovely boyfriend turned current fiancé, Katsuki Bakugou knows that when he says not a word to anyone and you pretend to zip your lips that’s there’s a pretty substantial chance that a certain list of people are probably gonna hear about it . . . your siblings, your childhood best friend, your college best friend, sometimes your dentist if they can put together the mumbled response to their questions. Katsuki seriously wonders why they all do that. Especially yours because you are a chatter box. But, at the top of that list is your mom . . .

Katsuki is sitting inside peering over the pesky reading glasses he got a few weeks ago, he hates to admit he needs them, as you slip out the back door to take your weekly phone call from your mom. He brings chin to chest before puffing out a breath of laughter. Across from him is your new organic mug. A lopsided thing steaming with a new cup of peppermint tea . . .

Katsuki hums, he’ll heat it back up for you when you return. You absentmindedly stroll on the tattered lawn in your flip-flops. Phone pressed to your cheek as you grin and tease patches of dandelions with your toes . . .

Katsuki’s sure you’re on the wind-up with the causal “how are you” catch before regaling your mother with this most recent and embarrassing fiasco.

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In the backyard you poke at a nearly blossoming yellow lion bud.

“Oh- yeah, yeah I’ll be sure to mention it to Katsuki. Have dad text him about the furniture thing. He’s inside looking at tiles for the bathroom”

you shake your head, slipping your toes back around the sandal strap and carrying on. Your mother clearly has you on speaker phone. You can hear the food sizzling in the pan and your father scrubbing at the kitchen sink. a coy smile lights itself on your face: the perfect segway.

“oh mom, speaking of the dishes that I can hear dad scrubbing in the back you’ll never believe what Katsuki and I did”

“Sweetie? You know I know you’re engaged to a pro-hero?” your mom chuckles, “that could be anything in my wildest imagination”

Humming you glance back over at you darling fiancé. Diligently scrolling through a catalog of kitchen and bath tiles, “actually this is pretty mundane compared to other things.” You can hear the hiss of air and the playful groan that follows. The sound of your mother rolling her eyes . . .

“well about 2-3 weeks ago I get Katsuki to join me at this pottery class that I’ve been looking into. We’re there and he’s, tsk, typical grumbling about it to me under his breath. The place is so homely and smells like the earth and a dash of paint chemicals but otherwise nice. A few soccer moms trying to be earthy and unwind, but nothing along the lines of crazed fans or anything like that.

once we’re told the rules and given the supplies we’re going. The both of us - right? Totally surprising. But Katsuki’s actually into it. They tell us we’re making mugs because that’s a good beginner pot, but his hands are so big so his is more like a soup bowl. I KNOW, that’s the kinda of coffee mug you’d need! Anyway, it’s still huge by the end, but it looks good. Not at all lopsided or anything.

. . . oh god no mine was a mess! The instructor lady said the walls were all uneven and whatnot, but it coulda’ been a lovely pencil holder. Yeah, right. So anyways, we leave feeling pretty good. Katsuki has begrudging enjoyed himself and they’re supposed to call the both of us when they finish up in the kiln.

a few days past and we’re out at home. yeah the apartment - sitting on the couch and trying some new recipe for guac our friend Sero recommended. And we get the call. Except it’s not a “hey your mugs are ready to pick up thanks for taking our class. We hope to see you again” it’s “oh hey our condolences here’s a free voucher to take another class if you so desire” and you know why? It’s because our group exploded in the kiln. Which - yeah - is natural if there’s a huge air bubble.

Right, so I’m sitting on the couch with the voicemail they left us on the answering machine. Katsuki’s throwing a bunch of stuff together in a bowl in the kitchen still.

but the place doesn’t say that the pots in the kiln exploded it says that the kiln exploded. Right away. Like boom! anyway that grabs Katsuki’s attention and he utters the loudest “shit.” I may have ever heard him say in his sacred space. And he rushes into the bedroom to grab his wallet and checkbook . . . and I don’t know that’s what he’s grabbing. Im just like babe where are you going?

and he comes back out panting and says “dial them back” and I’m like why?? And Katsuki’s just sweatdrops and deadpans like babygirl I just broke their kiln.

Then it hits me . . . the nitroglycerin from his quirk sweat is all over that clay and once that thing got fired up . . . Fire. In. The. Hole. And so Katsuki paid to replace the damage cause neither of us were actually thinking about that part when we were there. So he combusted everyone’s things, but on the bright side I went back using my voucher and made a cute mug.

Oh, and Katsuki is gonna let me use his too. Honestly, probably for the best”

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and it’s later that evening when Katsuki’s massaging your knee that’s draped over his lap that he hears your impression of you mothers response to this story which was, understandably, “oh pumpkin, that’s hysterical! You’ve got to call your sister and tell her!”

#bakugou headcanons #katsuki bakugo imagine #katsuki bakugou #bakugou fluff #pro hero katsuki #fanfic #bakugou x reader #bakugou drabble #i thought this was so cute and sooo funny #immediately had to write this idea up bc what a natural oversight #like can you imagine #bruh would be so upset he didn’t consider his quirk in the kiln #boom boom boy #bakugou katuski x reader

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charleslee-valentine · 5 months

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For The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Fan Event Day 2: The Family House

Ship(s): None

Word Count: ~2,800

Warnings: Child abuse, miscarriage mention, spousal abuse, injury, trauma.

@texas-chainsaw-fanworks

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5+1 Things- Five times the Sawyer Family wasn’t happy. Plus the one time they were.

Mama’s six months pregnant when she can’t go to work anymore.

It’s not her first baby since Drayton, but this little one will be the first to make it this long. Every night before bed, nine year old Drayton Sawyer kneels at the side of his bed, and prays and prays that his little sibling will be okay. Not that he’d stop getting hit. Not that they’d get more money. Just that that baby will be okay.

The part Drayton really doesn’t like is that they have to move to get mama help. Without working and all, she can’t afford the little place they’ve been staying in, so she decided to take up some space with grandpa.

Once they arrive, any anguish Drayton had, it triples on the spot.

The house is huge. He’s already the one who cleans it all up, Mama’s too busy to do it all. No he’ll be forced to do the impossible task of keeping a giant farm house clean and cared for, all by himself.

He asks her, “Are you sure we hafta stay here?”

But it’s ignored, brushed off. He’s forced to shake hands with his grandpa and run upstairs with all the bags they’d brought.

Might as well do a little exploring.

He hopes he can have the bedroom at the back. It’s empty, save for a desk by the window, but the room is tucked way off in the corner by itself. He’d finally have his own space.

He leaves his bag in there and ventures off to disappointment. The rooms by the bathroom on the other side of the hall are bigger, but he doesn’t want to share a room with Mama no more, she snores too loud when she’s been drinking and passes out.

It doesn’t happen much now that there’s gonna be a baby.

Drayton wonders where baby will go. Maybe downstairs somewhere? But oh how he doesn’t want to go back down there. Drayton wants to curl up and hide somewhere forever. He isn’t ready to be given a work list already, so soon after traveling half the state to get here.

The boy sits on the very top step at the landing, and looks about, noticing cobwebs and dirt just about everywhere, even in the fur of the trophy pelts hanging on the wall. Of course he’ll be the one cleaning that later. He rolls his eyes and sighs as quietly as he can.

From here, looking down at the first floor of the house, he feels like nobody can tell him what to do.

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Daddy’s back.

He wants rights to his daughter, little Sissy Sunshine they call her.

Hair the color of angel dust and sunflowers. Not like Drayton’s ugly, dark features according to Mama.

Drayton takes the baby outside when he can, or off to another room to play with blocks or something. So long as he lives, daddy ain’t coming nowhere close to the one and a half year old girl.

He puts a little teeny sunhat on her and carries her with him, in a hand fashioned carrier for the girl. It’s just a burlap sack with a string woven through and an old bag strap sewn on, but it works better than letting her roam while he works outside. She has to stay away when it comes to the heavy duty stuff, she can stay in her little bouncer toy then, but today’s just poking around in the front garden and trying to get the bushes and flowers to cooperate.

A little smudge of dirt on her pretty pale cheek won’t hurt nothing. ‘Sides, she’ll be helping Drayton run this place one day. Not like the adults around are goin’ to do a damn thing.

Baby Sissy stares up at him and smiles with her tiny, gappy teeth. He focuses intently on burying the roots of the gardenias and acts like he doesn’t notice.

Until. The sound of glass shattering in the house. Profane screaming. Anguish and hatred pouring out every gap in the house, under doors and through windows and boiling out of the chimney.

Who coulda guessed that the man that pointed a gun to mama’s head ain’t the right choice to open her legs for again. Drayton hates them both.

Sometimes he wishes they’d just kill each other and get it over with.

The baby starts to sniffle like she can read those thoughts. Like she knows Drayton is every bit the monster the scary grown ups are. He feels guilty.

Grimacing, he wrenches out of the firepoke gloves he was pretending were for gardening, tossing them aside and cradling the back of her fragile blonde head.

“Hush, now. Just.. Just quiet on down.”

He’s just barely a teenager. How the hell is he supposed to know how to calm a crying baby? It doesn’t work and she starts hollering her little head off.

Drayton glares at the front door of the house, waiting for it to open. He knows they can hear the baby crying. He knows they won’t come and help. He holds her a little tighter, feeling every wail and hiccup and sob that tears through the baby’s tiny body.

“Come on, little one. Gotta.. Just calm down.”

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The babies keep coming. Different guy this time, different promises. Only consistent is that Drayton’s the one shouldering all the weight.

There’s two of them, tiny and sick little things. Right now, they’re going through a phase of colic, crying and crying and got-damn crying non-stop.

Drayton swears the hairs at his temples are going gray. Might not be all that unrealistic at twenty something.

He’s trying to act his age, meet someone at a bar, settle down, forget babysitting for his low life mother. But that’s never gonna happen.

Sissy’s only about eleven now and not nearly mature enough to deal with giving the twin boys their breathing treatments and shots and changing diapers and blending up the solid foods they should be eating by now.

On the plus side, Drayton’s becomin’ a fine cook, providing for his siblings, but that’s not his place now is it?

Mama and grandpa preach the same story, gotta marry young and provide for the woman, so she’ll provide to the family name. To hell with that.

Got no interest in it. Why should he want brats of his own with three siblings running around now?

The farm work don’t magically disappear either. Mama don’t lift a finger, grandpas halfway to death's door, and sissy’s afraid of the machinery. Same old story.

One baby on his front, the other on his back, both of ‘em crying their eyes out. No sense in wasting the breath on trying to calm them. Might save his hearing, if it worked, but it doesn’t, so he ignores it. Grits his teeth and hauls ass to get the crop planted in time.

Hell it’s not like he’s ‘bout to let these kids starve just ‘cause this ain’t the life he wants. Even he’s not that cruel.

Has he considered running off and letting them deal with it? Of course he damn has.

Has he decided he’ll step up and make sure they’re at least living comfortable, if not well? Regrettably, yes.

Does that patience get tested even more when the baby on his front- little Nubbins he calls him since he’s so tiny and mama can’t be bothered to call them anything- hiccups from all the crying and spits up right on his shirt? Well, that would be another yes.

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Mama dies when the fifth baby is born. Grandpa’s been dead for two years by then.

She never knew who this baby’s daddy was, to leave somebody for Drayton to beg for help.

So they’re all alone.

Everyone his age is settled by now, yet here he is. Bottle-feeding the little shit that never even got a proper name. Watching the boys and their almost grown sister playing around. Like a hawk.

It’s not a gentle gaze. He’s angry today. Waiting for one of them to slip up so he can take it out on them.

They know it too. Robert tugs on Sissy’s sleeve and asks her a question, whispered in her ear. He thinks he’d get in trouble if Drayton heard his stutter out loud. The way things are going, he just might.

The baby had a cleft in his lip. It’s stitched up now, but he won’t ever just feed even with the bottle right in front of him. This shit was easier with the twins just eating through tubes in their bellies.

The glass and thus the milk has gone cold by now, not warm like it should be, but he can’t be assed to fix it. If only shouting at a five month old worked half as well as it did on the boys. He’d shake the baby and scream at him, “Just eat what you’re given goddamit! Little brat, suck it up!”

Well then he’d sound like Grandpa.

Maybe he already does.

Drayton closes his eyes and forgets about the conspiring between the two siblings in the yard. Almost, almost gets a goddamn moment of peace while the baby at least tries to get his deformed and scarred little lips around the bottle, but that never lasts.

Sissy interrupts. “Can I see the baby?”

Drayton doesn’t even open his eyes to look at her. “No. He’s eatin’.”

“Mhm. Sure.” How he’d love to slap that attitude off her face. It’s just dripping from her tone. He can just imagine her hands on her hips, a puckered expression on her impatient face.

His fingers twitch. He suppresses that for the sake of not dropping the infant in his arms. Yeah. That’s the reason.

“Go bother the boys.”

“It’s the boys wanna see him.”

He scoffs. Shakes his head. “Hell no. He ain’t their doll.”

Sunshine’s glow seems to be covered by angry clouds today, her tone the exact opposite of her name, “They wanna name ‘im, Drayton. Is it a crime now that they actually love their brother?”

Something funny clutches at his heart. Something like guilt maybe. Sissy’s already storming off but he stops her. Puts the still full bottle down and raises the little baby up.

“Here. I’m tired of this anyway.”

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The letter come in November of 1971.

They were drafting Robert. His birthday’d been drawn out of a lottery. He was among the first few groups of the year. Some grand prize.

The boy’d cried harder when they had to shave his head than the day he finally left. The same couldn’t be said for his brothers.

Drayton stayed stiff but the younger two.. Well, not even their sister leaving a few years before could've prepared them for the idea of war. Of their Bobby being shot at.

It’s Draytons fault. None of them should’ve qualified. That damned idiot can’t even spell his own name, can’t reason like the grown adult he’s s’pose’n to be.

Too much pressuring them to act right. To act normal. He’d faked it til he made it, except this wasn’t no academic test they give him. It was a competency test, and now he’d be gone. For a year at least.

The house is quiet.

Bubba hides from the world, the scary world he thinks is gonna eat up his brother. Spends all day in his room with the lights off. Tinkering with what he’s got

Nubbins is the opposite. He wanders outside. Too far past the property line. Gets in random cars. Asks if they could take him straight to his brother and gets mad when they don’t. Can’t.

Drayton would keep him on a tighter leash if he wasn’t working his days away at the station. The checks from the boys’ ailments started running thin. Mama's life insurance run out long ago, never making a dent in the debt she left. He had no choice to but to work.

Everything’s broken. Wrong.

Family come first. It always had. Never got to spend a day of his adult life doing anything other than taking care of those brothers of his.

And yet.

Now that he doesn’t have to-

Now that Robert is gone-

Drayton hurts. Mourns. Regrets. Wishes things might’ve been different.

He wishes the kids didn’t hate him. Taste of his own medicine, maybe. The bastard raised them spiteful. Should’ve known it’d be like this.

They don’t even look at him most days. Just float around the same house. The one of their childhood.

The one that was supposed to keep them safe.

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It takes Bobby getting injured.

How pathetic that the only thing that could bond the family is more suffering?

Somehow it works.

Maybe it’s having to clean up the bloody messes of his bandages when his stitches split. Or having to help him navigate the house without being able to see it.

The head wound cut out his vision, like a light switch he described it. He’d thought it was blood in his eyes, but the lights never quite turned back on.

So it’s up to the rest of them to be his eyes.

In some ways, to be his protectors again.

Nubbins is always flying up to help him if he needs so much as a sip of water. But sometimes Nubbins can’t be there. Sometimes he’s out of commission with his own troubles, and god knows Bubba’s too afraid to touch Bobby ever since he got hurt. Scared he might break him.

That leaves one.

When Bobby gets stranded up the stairs one day, he calls for him. “C-Cook. Cooooook. Y-You gonna help me o-or what?”

“Or what.” Drayton grumbles in response.

“A-As if.” Bobby laughs at first, a wheezy, nasally thing, but then a dead serious look crosses on his face, turning into a bitter scowl, a hint of fear, “Y-You’re not really gonna-“

“Hell no.”

Drayton heaves his old ass up there to help Bobby down, guiding him to the railing and giving him one arm to steady. It’s clumsy, two grown men don’t fit side by side on these steps, but they get him to the ground so it works fine enough.

Robert blindly reaches for his brother, patting him across the face appreciatively. It would piss Drayton off if the boy could help it. A wound as bad as he got, there’s not much feeling in them hands anymore either. They say you lose your eyes and get guided by touch, but he don’t got much of that either. Like he’s lost.

Drayton’ll accept the gesture for what it was meant to be.

Nubbins saw. His skinny ass was hiding behind the doorframe of the sitting room

“Come here, get your brother boy. ‘Fore I get tired of him.”

The mystery gets Bobby riled up, “Who-Who’s it gonna be? Is it B-Bubba?”

His head darts back and forth, the little bit of hair he’s got growing back so far flying around like mad.

Grabbing him by the frail shoulders, Drayton turns Bobby towards his twin, “No, you nitwit. Listen.”

The sound of their gait is different. Bubba's favorite boots click on the wood floors for one thing, but he’s also much bigger. Boards creak under every movement of that boy. It’s obvious the one approaching now isn’t him. And well.

“Nubbins!! Hi Nubbins!!” Robert greets excitedly.

Nubbins ushers him away into the next room, glaring daggers at Drayton until he can’t see him anymore, “Was he mean?”

“N-No way! H-He got me down!” Bobby points in the direction he thinks the stairs are and makes a clumsy little walking man with his fingers. But of course he can’t stop there. A devilish giggle, “I-I think big brother’s g-goin’ softie on us.”

The anger melts away from Nubbins’ face like an ice cube, replaced with his own bastard smile, “Y-Yeh, he-he even let.. let Bubba put makeup o-on him.”

It’s true. Drayton couldn’t argue with the kid. He was crying his eyes out and tugging at his hair and throwing a whole fit. This was back when they first got Bobby home from the hospital, and he’d been bleeding all over the place still.

Hell, it only seemed right. You get so old, get so tired of being angry, you can’t hold the same grudges. Let the kid play. Though he did cut him off at the lipstick.

Nubbins won’t share that detail though. The thought is enough.

It certainly shocks Robert, who gasps like it’s his first day breathing air, or even like he hadn’t already heard this before, “No!”

“Y-Yeah!” Nubbins nods his head, even though his brother can’t see it.

The two of them laugh like anything’s even funny. Like they did when they were young. Sometimes it seemed like they were functioning on one brain, having conversations nobody else but the walls of this house would ever hear. Maybe they were.

Drayton doesn’t want to imagine what it was like when Robert’s heart give out twice on the surgery table. What was going on in his twin brother's head. It was hell enough on him and Bubba.

Maybe he is easing the iron fist he’s kept on this house. Who can blame him for that?

Let them have their moment.

Drayton grumbles under his breath, but it’s a comment really quite fond, “Little shits.”

#tcmfanevent #drayton sawyer #sunshine sissy slaughter #sissy sawyer #nubbins sawyer #chop top sawyer #bobby sawyer #bubba sawyer #tcm fanfic #tcm 1974 #tcm 2 #sawyer family

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xblackreader · 1 year

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Mbaku and Attuma: BFFs headcanons

They have nicknames only the other can call them:

You call him M’baku? Nah, Attuma knows him as Great Gorilla, Punching bag, lightweight, Coulda-been King, and Rocks for brains

You know Attuma? Nah, that’s M’baku’s bestie Great White, Shark Bait, Fishy General, Dollar Store Jaws, and Fat Ass.

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They pretend not to be friends at first, until M’Baku says it first after Attuma begins to publically court Okoye.

M’Baku: I do not care that we are friends, if you hurt her in any way, I will see to it you never set foot on this land or sully her honor again.

Attuma:

M’Baku, serious: did you hear me?

Attuma: we are… friends?

They hug. It’s quick but it’s a hug.

…

Attuma is the quiet kid they put with Mbaku to mellow him out.

It didn’t work Mbaku is a bad influence.

After meetings Mbaku will go find Attuma on patrol. they like to arm wrestle, do physical combat training, and eat lunch together.

See Drabble of them eating lunch here.

To the point where it became a problem bc M’Baku keeps taking food from Attuma’s packed lunch from Okoye.

Okoye begins to pack them both lunches bc they got in trouble during a bad altercation. Attuma is very territorial with food.

…

Attuma used to think Mbaku was competition for Okoye’s heart, but he came to realize they’re more like siblings.

So now Mbaku is Attumas main wingman.

“How To Woo A Wakandan Woman 101 with Professor M’baku” attuma is in his tiny desk taking notes and Mbaku in his lil glasses and fake pipe

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M’baku sings “HOMIES OVER HOES” and Attuma dances a lil then beats his ass bc his sunlight ain’t no hoe.

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AU headcanon! By @saw-17

Omg I love it! M'Baku and Attuma own a vintage record shop. Attuma is a music head for several different genres and he's always bitching about M'Baku's taste especially his love of mubble rap. M'Baku is also the lovingly third wheel, as Okoye and Attuma try to set him up several times to disastrous effect

headcanon by @princess-of-gondor

Attuma was allowed to stand at Mbaku's right hand during a serious council meeting all of ONE time. Mbaku spent the whole time whispering jokes making the two of them laugh harder and harder. Zero work got done. They are forbidden from sitting next to each other now, king or no king. 😂

headcanon by @hyperf1xate-much

M'Baku gave Attuma a shirt that said SUCK and had an arrow pointing down. Attuma did not understand so he wore the shirt anyway. Attuma is also confused on why Okoye scolded him.

headcanon by @saw-17

M'Baku and Attuma as 1940's gumshoes running a detective agency. The stunningly beautiful Femme Fatale Okoye Bali walks in one rain-soaked night, pleading for help to exonerate her in the death of her extremely wealthy and decrepitly old husband. M'Baku knows trouble when he sees it, but poor Attuma was gone at the first sight of her. He's willing to do anything to clear her name and He'd burn the world to cinders for one night between her thighs. A harrowing tale ensues.

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arcsin27 · 1 year

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Reviewing all the stories in junji ito maniac because I can, fuck you :)

The strange hikizuri siblings - uhh okay. Not scary nothing even happened. Okay a guy was a jealous simp, little kids are just like that, some guy threw up bread dough ig, then a ghost stared at everyone for a while and dipped the end

The story of the mysterious tunnel - Jesus Christ that was pretty spooky what the hell. Lost my marbles when he assumed the drop was water, and the kid in the ceiling fucked me up with her voice (dub) and screams

Ice cream bus - im never eating ice cream again. Jokingly compared the driver to William afton fnaf in the beginning but he was somehow worse. The dad pushing the kid away jumpscared me, then horrified me, and I needed a break from the show

Hanging balloon - so absurd it was kinda funny. The nonlinear storytelling added a bit if spook as I slowly realized who was at the window but idk the concept was just funny to me. Also I was so happy someone finally showed up to a horror plot strapped until I saw the result. Sorry random Chad with a crossbow, wish you coulda helped…

Four x four walls - thought something horrific would happen outside and he wouldn’t hear it but it didn’t, thought soichi was famous for being scary but he wasnt, I think this was like a comic relief in episode form. No spook, kinda funny

The sandman’s lair - *laughs nervously* what the fuck. No clue what happened, why would you tape yourselves like that, let me see his dream form damnit, the nature of humanity is we reinvent homestuck etc

Intruder - these kids are based tbh. Balls of steel, don’t blame the redhead, just move on with their lives

Long hair in the attic - also based, i had wondered where her head had gone but i shoulda known by the title, that grinding sound pissed me off tho

Mold - thank. God. It was in black and white. I choose to believe its dust. Also idc about culture or taboo if your floor is coated in inches of ropes and pools of mold just wear your damn shoes. Jesus Christ

Library vision - this one felt like it was calling out all of my anxieties about losing the things and memories precious to me. Also 10/10 Sean chiplock that final recital of hell of thorns was incredible and spooky. Also what the fuck was the ending

Tomb town - im never driving again. Also just call the cops surely you get a reduced sentence for actually reporting the crime. Other than that not scary lol

Layers of terror - im never picking my skin again. god ALMIGHTY why did i bear witness to this. Fuck that mom bro she sucks. I was thinking about how the proportions of human anatomy change as you age and how a toddler with such short limbs and a thick torso could fit inside an adult but uh… then they answered my question. And then it got worse. Funnily enough the 2yo looked like a monster id design

The thing that drifted ashore - was this supposed to be scary…? Oh boy they turned into fish people and promptly fucked off good for them ig

Tomie • photo - wow what bitches lmfao. Idk why she has a face growing out of her scalp hut I didn’t need to see the removal process. Or how botched the removal process was. Based that the photographer just fuckin moved on. “Damnit the blood ruined my pictures :/“ incredible.

Unendurable labyrinth - probably woulda been scarier if they were lost for longer but to me it looked like they took five steps, found the brother, seven steps, “aaaah we’re lost,” two steps, “theyre looking at me!” then suddenly the mummies have eyes, fade to black. Cool

The bully - I was sooo ready for retribution, then I got reconciliation and got even happier, then it turned into child abuse and I wanted to kill a bitch

Alley - pfft idk if its based that she killed those kids or not but it was extra based that they got revenge on her lmao shoulda brought a ladder bro

Headless statue - Jesus fuck that’s gross. Stop it. Also smash the statues again it worked brilliantly earlier. Or maybe jump out a window idk

Whispering woman - mega based. The nervous girl gains support and confidence, the attendant is freed from her abusive friend, the abusive friend gets violently killed, its just wins all around

Soichi’s beloved pet - once again a comic relief episode but tbh it was pretty funny, soichi was a lot less hateable this time too!

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Put it On The Floor

First Lady of Private Garden Instagram AU

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y/ninsta: Rip me out the plastic, I been actin brand new 🤭

Put it On The Floor AGAIN, BITCH!

Big Latto and Big Bardi!

MIDNIGHT!

claybornharlow: produced by little baby 😊

y/ninsta: claybornharlow you always come thru for me!

claybornharlow: y/ninsta unlike my sibling

jackharlow: PAUSE claybornharlow what the hell is wrong with your ass?

2forwoyne: WHAT'S HAPPENIN?!?

claybornharlow: jackharlow little baby always wins. woulda thought you learned that by now

jackharlow: claybornharlow not when it comes to this ass whooping you about to get

normani: PRETTY BITCHES ONLY!!!

y/ninsta: jackharlow claybornharlow you two need to go to family counseling, my goodness lmao allthingsy/n: AHHH WE READY QUEEN!

jackharlowsource: might have to change my name to y/nsource lmao the queen has been killing it lately!

theestallion: y/ninsta they'll never learn lol

angelreese: thank you so much for having me!

y/ninsta: angelreese of course bby!

jessicakelce: TRIPLETS WHERE?!?! YALL ABOUT TO EAT THIS SHIT ALL THE WAY UP!

blancahood: somebody go and check on grandma lmao

y/ninsta: blancahood lmao she might need to be hospitalized after this

saweetie: y/ninsta blancahood lmaoooo aye yo

saweetie: I got the prettiest best friend everrrrr

urbanwyatt: oh y/ninsta jackharlow finally let you out the house?

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt no I snuck out and left the triplets with him. jessica and blanca were outside with the car running lmao

jackharlow: had me fighting for my damn life. I'm calling for her ass and next thing I know, I hear tires scraping and they asses flying down the street full of bad decisions and hot chips. just like in high school smh

saweetie: NOT FULL OF HOT CHIPS AND BAD DECISIONS

urbanwyatt: jackharlow not our fault we can handle spicy food and you can't and y/ninsta not you ditching the husband lmaoooo

y/ninsta: jackharlow baby please stop being dramatic. I was gone for less than an hour and they just went to wing stop with me 🙄 urbanwyatt I was coming back!

jackharlow: y/ninsta coulda fooled me the way yall asses was flying down the street! about to make me a single parent and shit

quiiso: jackharlow we woulda helped you with them!

shloob_: quiiso speak for yourself. I'll take the first two, but yall can have Autumn

2forwoyne: shloob_ don't tell me you scared of Autumn just like you scared of her momma lmao

shloob_: 2forwoyne SHE IS LITERALLY A MINI VERSION OF HER THAT LOOKS LIKE JACK. I CANNOT HANDLE IT.

jackharlow: I know our youngest is a little terror but damn lmao

claybornharlow: jackharlow that's funny because when she's with me she is always on her best behavior

y/ninsta: claybornharlow because she adores you lol

claybornharlow: jackharlow you hear that big brother? how your child love me more than you? just like your wife

jackharlow: claybornharlow all I hear is you screaming for mercy as I kick your ass

y/ninsta: CUT IT OUT, YOU TWO! LMAO

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y/ninsta: told them bitches meet me at the top, think they got lost

blancahood: grandma definitely got lost. think we need to buy her walker to catch up?

jessicakelce: blancahood nah, she need one of them motorized wheelchairs lmao

y/ninsta: the both of yall get on my damn nerves lmao

jackharlow: my baby girl 😍

jackharlow: y/ninsta lemme suck on you like you sucking on them wings 😉

urbanwyatt: jackharlow NO, WE ARE NOT HAVING A REPEAT OF WHAT HAPPENED ON THE PLANE TO AUSTRALIA

wingstop: you're in her DM's, we're in her lap

jackharlow: wingstop I'll do you one better, I'm in her mouth 🥰

y/ninsta: JACKMAN THOMAS! PLEASEEEEE

saweetie: jackharlow I CANNOT WITH YOUR ASS

taylorrooks: and this is why yall asses got three kids now smh

y/ninsta: taylorrooks can't help it sis, my man fine lmao

yungskylark: we need to place bets again yall. how long you think before she's pregnant again?

normani: yungskylark 24 hours

claybornharlow: yungskylark 2 weeks and 5 days

druski2funny: yungskylark spoiler alert, she's already pregnant

2forwoyne: yungskylark a year at most and druski2funny y/ninsta is about to kill you for that lmao

y/ninsta: NOT YALL PLACING BETS!

jackharlow: oh lemme join!

jackharlow: at the absolute most there will be a six year difference in between our triplets and the next baby, at the absolute least three years because someone decided to get on birth control

y/ninsta: jackharlow you have super sperm, I couldn't risk it lmao

saweetie: y/ninsta oh swallowing wasn't working out as your birth control anymore?

y/ninsta: saweetie it wasn't! I needed to take more serious measures and druski2funny shut your ass up because I AM NOT PREGNANT AGAIN

druski2funny: y/ninsta YET

y/ninsta: normani imma kick your ass too smh

normani: y/ninsta not my fault I can see the future

dualipa: jackharlow taking you to court for child support once she leaves you for me

claybornharlow: dualipa GET IN THE BACK OF THE FUCKING LINE!

jessicakelce: LMAOOOO HERE THEY ASSES GO!

jackharlow: both of yall can fuck all the way off. only one I might drop off on your porch and speed down the street is Autumn.

y/ninsta: jackharlow yall gonna stop talking about my baby

jackharlow: y/ninsta did she not just stick her lollipop in my hair earlier and laugh and you had to cut it out or was I imagining things?

y/ninsta: jackharlow she went to Harlow baby jail and served her sentence!

jackharlow: y/ninsta and now she's back on the streets terrorizing folks smh

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jackharlow: I swear I'm set for life, she let me get her preg 😏😏

y/ninsta: 🤭🤭🤭

yungskylark: actually surprised it took this long

urbanwyatt: keep in mind the pregnancy scare at 16 lmaoo

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt you are never about to let that go, are you? lmao

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta NOPE

dualipa: jackharlow duh, we needed a sperm donor. thanks Jack, Jack!

saweetie: jackharlow fights for his life every single day on this app lmao

jackharlow: dualipa I better not see you on my door step this weekend

dualipa: jackharlow too late, flight's already booked

jackharlow: dualipa well unbook it, unless you want to meet my flame thrower face to face

y/ninsta: jackharlow baby quit it! allthingsy/n: jackharlow what's your favorite line in the song? jackharlow: allthingsy/n the end lmao allthingsy/n: jackharlow WHY YOU SHADING YOUR WIFE jackharlow: I meant what she says at the end lol y/ninsta: jackharlow you nasty as hell smh jackharlow: y/ninsta you the one who said it not me jackharlowsource: wait what she say? urbandjack25: jackharlowsource it's giving cunt, she playing with her pussy in the booth lmao jackharlow: y/ninsta surprised you didn't call me to take care of that for you y/ninsta: jackharlow come take care of it now!

jackharlow: y/ninsta SHE STARTED IT!

y/ninsta: jackharlow but on a serious note, I love your smile and you look so happy in this pic 🥰

jackharlow: y/ninsta because you rode me less than an hour ago

y/ninsta: jackharlow never mind. I take it back.

jackharlow: y/ninsta just playing, baby! you know you and our little ones can always put a smile on my face.

urbanwyatt: jackharlow Autumn will be the one to give you more gray hair, not a smile on your face

jackharlow: urbanwyatt she's already started smh

jackharlowsource: our parents are really growing up in front of our eyes 😥

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y/ninsta: Ivy, Axel, and Autumn’s momma 😘🥰

saweetie: THE BADDEST TO EVER DO IT!

jackharlow: RIP ME OUT THE PLASTIC!

urbanwyatt: I BEEN ACTIN BRAND NEW

yungskylark: BITCHES ACTIN LIKE THEY RUNNIN SHIT

2forwoyne: THEY REALLY RAN THROUGH

jackharlow: prettiest baby momma that I ever did see 😍

lilnasx: still can't believe you and jackharlow are in charge of three little people lmao

privategarden: lilnasx we can't either lmao

jackharlow: privategarden WHAT?!

privategarden: jackharlow 👀👀👀

y/ninsta: jackharlow aww why thank you 🥰

y/ninsta: lilnasx it's weird lol like they are mini versions of us. LITERALLY.

urbanwyatt: y/ninsta 2fo ate my lunch you made me

y/ninsta: urbanwyatt AGAIN?! 2forwoyne get in here NEOW!

2forwoyne: y/ninsta what the? why do I get blamed for everything?!

yungskylark: 2forwoyne because it's usually you! smh

y/ninsta: okay PG, Sunday dinner at our house. Do not wear any loose jewelry either and 2forwoyne take urby to get some ramen to make up for it

neelamthadhani: y/ninsta what the?

jackharlow: neelamthadhani Autumn's new phase is stealing jewelry and hiding it. my pg ring was lost for a week. it was in her toy chest.

druski2funny: jackharlow yall kids would be bad as shit lmao

jackharlow: y/ninsta's mom told me exactly why too. y/ninsta was HORRIBLE as a toddler 😭😭😭😭

y/ninsta: jackharlow AHT AHT! was not!

jackharlow: y/ninsta mom said otherwise lol biting kids and running smh

y/ninsta: jackharlow she wouldn't leave me alone so I bit her

jessicakelce: NOT BABY Y/N BITING PEOPLE 😭

jackharlow: y/ninsta and that's where your anger issues started lmao

y/ninsta: jackharlow no ragrets, that hoe had it coming

jackharlow: y/ninsta you were literally 3!

y/ninsta: jackharlow I bite you all the time and you don't complain

saweetie: OH

jackharlow: y/ninsta I plead the fifth

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Misumi Ikaruga | [SSR] Soaring Paper Airplanes | An Important Triangle And A Paper Airplane - Part 3

Misumi: Uueg…

Misumi: (Mother… Madoka… I’m sorry…)

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Misumi: (...?)

Misumi: Nnm…

Misumi: (What’s going on… why is everything so warm and fuzzy?)

Hakkaku: --You’re awake, Misumi.

Misumi: Gramps…?

Hakkaku: When you sneak in here? I was surprised to see you sleeping when I came into the room.

Misumi: (Oh, I must’ve fallen asleep in Gramp’s room crying…)

Misumi: Gramps… hug me.

Hakkaku: Haha, but I’m already holding you. You’re a pampered boy, Misumi.

Hakkaku: Here, how’s this for something fluffy?

Misumi: Waah… It’s a big onigiri!

Hakkaku: You like triangles, don’t you, Misumi? That’s why Gramps got this plushie as a present for you.

Misumi: Present…

Misumi: Thanks, Gramps! Ehehe…!

*Flashback end*

Madoka: …san. Nii-san?

Misumi: --Madoka?

Izumi: You finally snapped out of it, Misumi-kun…!

Tenma: We’ve been calling your name forever, but you were still so out of it. We were starting to get worried.

Misumi: …

Madoka: Are you okay, Nii-san?

Misumi: Madoka, hug~.

Madoka: Wah--! What’s with the sudden hug?

Misumi: …I’m glad we get along so well, Madoka.

Madoka: Nii-san…

Madoka: Yeah… me too.

Muku: Waah, it’s so wonderful seeing siblings hug like that…!

Kazunari: The Ikaruga sibbies are way too precious!

Tenma: It’s… probably not any of our business to ask why all of that so suddenly, huh?

Izumi: Yeah.

Kumon: I think it’s great~! Kinda makes me want a hug from Nii-chan too!

Yuki: I don’t mind seeing siblings be together. You’re going to ask Madoka to do “that” aren’t you?

Madoka: “That”?

Misumi: Ah! That’s right~!

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Kumon: Fold it like this and… Alright, this should definitely make it fly super far!

Muku: I wonder if my paper airplane will fly properly… How’s your’s going, Madoka-kun?

Madoka: Umm… I’ve got something like this.

Misumi: Yeah! You’ve gotten really good at making paper airplanes, Madoka. You’re way better than Tenma~!

Tenma: Why do you have to compare him to me?

Yuki: Because it gives you more confidence to compare yourself to someone who isn’t as good, duh.

Tenma: Hey!

Madoka: Actually… Nii-san is the one who inspired me to make paper airplanes in between studying and writing.

Madoka: So I guess that’s why I’ve gotten kind of good at it.

Yuki: I see, so that’s why.

Misumi: Whaaat!? I wish I coulda taught you more~!

Misumi: But… I’m glad we got to make paper airplanes together, Madoka!

Madoka: Yeah… me too.

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Tenma: Alright, seems like everyone’s done.

Kumon: Then let’s go to the hallway right away so we can get this paper airplane contest st--.

Sakyo: …

Yuki: …That’s quite the glare we’re getting.

Izumi: That’s a lot of silent pressuring…!

Muku: How about we move this outside then?

Misumi: Let’s go, Madoka!

Madoka: Yeah!

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Izumi: We shouldn’t have any problems since the park is so open.

Kazunari: Yep, yep! No need to worry about Frooch-san getting mad at us here!

Tenma: Then let’s get started.

Kumon: By the way, what’s the plan for the prize for the winner?

Muku: Umm, we never really finished talking it out…

Misumi: Then how about the winner gets the onigiri plushie I got earlier~!?

Yuki: Of course, it’s a triangle.

Misumi: Eh~, you don’t want it?

Madoka: …I’d want it.

Misumi: Madoka…!

Yuki: Yeah, yeah, save the hugging for later.

Kumon: Well then, for now, the prize can be the onigiri plushie!

Tenma: Okay, let’s get this thing started. Paper airplane contest, start!

Misumi: Madoka, let’s fly ours together!

Madoka: Yeah, Nii-san!

Madoka & Misumi: One, two--.

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#a3!#a3! translation #misumi ikaruga #tenma sumeragi #yuki rurikawa #muku sakisaka #kazunari miyoshi #kumon hyodo #madoka ikaruga

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