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3-2-whump · 2 months

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As much as I love Whumpee x Caretaker...

Rb if you think Caretaker can be a brother, a friend, or just some guy who found Whumpee at the right place, right time and stay that way

#familial love #platonic love #whumpee #caretaker #whump tropes #sometimes it's really just bros being bros

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theprofoundcosmos · 2 months

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"How do you know I'm scared?" "Because I'm scared too."

tba / tba / "A Living Chattel", Anton Chekhov / @/inkskinned / tba / tba / @/heardroleplays / tba / tba

woe! web weave about twins be upon ye.

web weave dedicated to my sibling, Zero! thanks for everything, you absolute loser. :]

i PROMISE i will add sources TRUST. i'm going through the absolute horrors

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sailoreuterpe · 8 months

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I don't know if I'm aromantic or just uninterested in romance, but I'm sure glad that I've learned that my family and friends are just as important as any hypothetical romance.

#Notes by Nikki #aromantic #asexual #asexuality #aromantism #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbt+#lgbtq+#family #friends #platonic love #familial love #aroace #acearo #50 #100 #200 #300 #400 #500 #600 #700

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kapapi-o · 4 months

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Daddy's Girl (Sukuna x FemChildReader [familial]) HCs

So reader is some little girl that curiously ate Sukuna's finger. This leads to the King of curses accidentally adopting you, --some dumb, fatherless kid. Lmao

Fluff cuz i want soft wholesome sukuna and no, i'm not projecting. Stop thinking that, no one will ever believe you 🔫🙃

Not proof-read but still good, if i say so myself ;>

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-When he first comes into your mind, he's shook for a moment then appalled the next.

-"Out of all the humans in this world, it's this weakling i've coveted."

-rolls his eyes and tries to rethunk how he'll ever come to his true form from a puny girl such as yourself.

-Dw tho, he thinks your funny. As in he thinks you're a dumbass when he watches you go about your daily life.

-Pops in from your cheek to tell you to watch where you're going when you almost walked into a lamp pole, or a bustling street of cars.

-Calls you "brat" and "dumb/foolish girl," followed by an unecessarily berating comment.

-Eventually, that sensitive part of you kicks in at times and his words get to you. You're just a kid after all. So now he's forced to do things he wouldn't usually do:

-"Stop crying, it's boring and the noise is unpleasant." He'd grumble in your head, noting to ease up on his words. For his sake, of course.

-There was a time when you had a nightmare of your father's passing. Your cries were so unpleasant that Sukuna had to make a visit into your little night terror.

-When you see him there, you run to him for a hug. Not thinking twice about wrapping your arms around him securely for comfort.

-Stiffens when he feels your little arms around him. He does notice that your crying stopped so he let's you. He just wants some quiet time, is all.

-When you finally calm, he tries to put your conciousness to rest. Only for you to end up falling asleep with his fingers held by your hand.

-Later calls you things like, "Little one" or "Child," in a stern manner. He's just doing that to belittle you so you always know you're place.

-You accidentally called him "Papa" once, and he's accidentally surprised, and accidentally didn't hate it.

-He did however hate when Gojo found out about you and took you in. Making sure to grumble about every little thing he does for you.

-When you're going about your little elementary day, he reminds you to pay attention.

-Helps you with homework. He says it's because he's proving he's superior to Gojo as a mentor, not because he cares about you.

-Could never find it in his cold, dead beat heart to hurt you. Quite the opposite actually, would rather carry you away securely in his arms as those who even thought of hurting you, burns away behind his back.

-He figures after he returns to his final form, he'll keep you. Only because he tolerates you, his little girl amusing nuisance. Nothing more.

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I'm baaack y'all :D

Winter break is around the corner and i finally have the brain to write again. I've actually never sat and watched the Jjk anime lol

Maybe in the break, I will.

-oh, and anyone has permission to make this into a full fledged fic 👀

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manglednatalia · 4 months

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ALL HAIL NON-ROMANTIC LOVE

#aromantic #aromantism #asexuality #asexual #aroace #arospec #acespec #familial love #platonic love #non romantic love #we prevail

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hasello · 9 months

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Baby Blue (24/25)

first/previous/next

"Leo actually cries. They both probably do, although he's not even sure. He's hugging his dad and nothing else matters." - here's my notes for these pages, because I feel they have a special vibe to them, which I just couldn't put into the comic.

#tmnt #rottmnt #comic #baby blue au #baron draxum #leonardo hamato #hamato family #COOKING MONTAGE #so this nickname has always stuck with me #and I like to imagine it's like very important #just for family members #you know?#like splints using it mainly to calm leo down or in special moments #and i totally did not just make a wholeass comic about it #nu-uh #hugs!!#familial love #love y'all

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continentalblue · 5 months

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i genuinely adore the idea of hank being connor's father figure :') just a really gruff human dad and his awkward adult android son

it'd be hilarious if connor brought someone he was interested back home to his and hank's house and hank does the stereotypical "what are you doing with my son" thing while cleaning a gun

#do not tag as ship!#connor anderson #dbh #detroit: become human #detroit become human #hank anderson #dbh hank #hank dbh #connor dbh #dbh connor #connor rk800 #dbh connor rk800 #connor and hank #hank and connor #dbh hank anderson #familial love #anderfam

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disastertwins9000 · 5 months

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meenage tutaint tinja nurtles

haha i can post art again :3

!not ship tc3st dni!

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blood-grove · 1 month

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odd adjustments

here -> part 2

adoptive!soap and ghost + adopted!reader

× pairing: soapghost

× summary: the now retired couple decides that there house is feeling a bit empty besides there two cats and german shepard.

× tws: medication, mentions of ptsd, angst, minor injuries, (idk what the adoption process is like so were just jumping into it) <- more relevant for the second part but still here for a tw :3

It was raining outside again,

You were busy packing up your clothes though along with Miss Sullivan who was just redoing your messy folding which you appreciated she was rambling on about some old story about her own kids all grown up and gone.

"This is a very big move for you y'know hun?"

"Yeah- I um know."

"There a very lovely couple y'know—"

"I know! I-" You paused shifting a bit as you sorted threw your sketchbooks.

"I know Miss Sullivan."

She sighed as she smiled her eyes crinkling as she turned to you.

"This is going to be a great home for you..There good people! I saw how you got along with them so well"

"Mhm-"

"Oh dear I just- I'm just so happy for you.." She sniffled as she tugged you into a crushing hug which you just mumbled your thanks.

You felt nauseous as you zipped up your bag but mentally decided throwing up in your future forever caretakers home would make it ever so harder to try and act like a normal kid around them.

Which you were also failing at.

But they didn't look normal either, Not in a offensive way at all.

They were a strange couple very warm and welcoming though when they met you the shorter one his name was John? You think he was really trying his hardest not to overstep and you liked that compared to other people who had very much been too much for you.

The other guy? Simon, You couldn't help but think the man looked intimidating but cool the both of you didn't talk much when they were letting each of them have one and one time with you but when you did talk it was nice it was clear he was more of a listener than a talker.

The both of them were nice, You found out they were ex-military but not much else it was briefly brought up and they moved onto the pets they had at home two cats one named Old man the other Gunpowder which you thought was a choice.

They also had a dog named Riley you forgot the breed she was but it was clear Simon seemed excited? nervous? You couldn't really read the man well at all not to say he was emotionless but he was just very hard to understand.

Your getting lost in your own thoughts again, You sighed as you pulled along your suitcase the wheel squeaking as you pulled it along you've had it for so long your surprised it hasn't fallen off.

Shifting uncomfortably you walked towards the main entrance Miss Sullivan walking beside you you were so zoned out you didn't even notice. When you made it to the lobby it was just Simon in the waiting room you which you were confused but they were adults and both probably had jobs you figured well paying ones you guessed from how quick the interview between them and Miss Sullivan went she clearly thought these men where the best option for you.

He noticed you both as he got up slipping his phone back into his pocket, He always seemed to wear a black face mask you guessed he had some kind of condition maybe a germaphobe? Would be weird to get a kid if that's the case maybe its not servere.

"Ohh I'm going miss you honey—" Before you could even slip away she was already pulling you into her infamous bear hugs nearly crushing the air out of you as she placed a kiss on your forehead thankfully not leaving a bright red kiss mark there.

"I-I'll miss you too Miss Sullivan-" You quietly gasped as she finally stopped hugging you and you took that que as to go over to Simon before she pulled you into another one.

"You have a a umbrella?"

You shook your head as you shifted you weren't technically lying the raggedy old one that you kept purely for memory now probably would fall apart if you tried to open it.

He hummed as he just pulled out a small fitting umbrella from his pocket handing it over as he sad something to Miss Sullivan you were paying attention as you figure out how to open the umbrella before Simon started walking back picking up with uncanny ease.

"You ready?"

"Mhm."

The ride to your new house was quiet Simon wasn't talkative along asking if you were alright and shortly explaining why John wasn't here something about getting your room ready and making a special lunch which you thought was a bit much but who were you to say no to free food?.

a/n; this will just have two parts :3

#cod #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #soap cod #ghost cod #soapghost #child reader #platonic relationships #platonic love #familial love #fanfic #reader #gn reader #no use of y/n #silly family #dad simon riley #dad john soap mactavish

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howlingtothevoid · 6 months

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I hate what you've done to me!!!

...

So why do I still miss you?

#web weave #web weaving #webweaving #on grief #childhood trauma #trauma tw #on trauma #canine poetry #canine kin #childhood grief #familial love #trauma poetry #missing

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gojoulen03 · 7 months

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SAGAU Imposter AU but the Imposter (real creator) is Yan!Reader's younger sibling who is just the embodiment of cuteness, innocence and kind- and like Yan!Reader is that very overprotective older sibling and when their younger sibling hunted down - Yan!Reader will for sure protect their younger sibling and even going as far as killing the real Imposter with their own hands.

And LIKE Yan!Reader is like giving out Yuno Gasai sorta vibes in my head but without the romance part lol.

#genshin sagau #yandere genshin au #genshin cult au #genshin impact cult au #sagau #yandere genshin #sagau cult au #imposter sagau #yandere!reader #familial love

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yearningaces · 2 months

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familial love with a werewolf pack?

The term dogpile took on a new meaning at the moment.

Because the damned mutt that dropped onto your back in his fully shifted form not actually hurting you, but certainly pinning you in place.

"Fucking, Ma! Ma, Ferg is doing it again!" You cry out from under the yellow and grey werewolf laying on top of you like a toddler.

Ma, the black fur werewolf, laying just a few feet away doesn't even raise her head while responding, "Ferg, be careful with your packmates."

Ferg just snorts, content to lounge where he is. The arrival of Nadia's pups rushing over to join him doesn't help.

It's Nadia who trots over, lifting each grey and black pup by their scruff and depositing them next to you instead of on top of you after nudging her snout to your cheek in silent greeting. "We must be gentle with our human, young ones."

"yes ma..."

"The human ain't careful with us!" It's Tarvish's voice that barks out next, the dark brown werewolf whining out his complaints, only to get his ear nipped by Da, the white werewolf offering a low growl. "You're a strong lad, 'sides, they keep your instincts sharp. Ya won't ever be surprised if they keep sneaking up on ya, making ya learn how to be more observant."

"Anyone!" You cry out again mostly in dramatic annoyance, shoving uselessly at Ferg's shifted form still splayed on top of you. The werewolf in question who's pretending to sleep with loud fake snoring.

"Depends!" Tarvish calls out to you this time, rising from his spot and slowly meandering over to you. "What's in it for me?"

Your eyes follow the scruffiest werewolf in the pack. "You can have my desserts when we get home tomorrow."

Tarvish huffs in thought. "All o' em?" He clarifies

"For the entire day."

Tarvish steps close enough that you can feel the earth shake slightly with his heavy paws. "... Nah." And with that, he deposits himself against your legs, only further impeding your movement.

There's a few barks of amusement among the clearing in the forest, and this starts an actual dogpile. Nadia laying on her back against your side, paws up in the air as her adoptive pups jump up to rest on her stomach. Da striding over and dropping down near your head, nosing against your cheek before shifting to make room for Ma who settles down similarly to him. She leans her snout down, licking the point of your nose carefully before resting her head on Da's backside.

Meanwhile, you're entirely surrounded by your pack.

Talk about a dogpile

#letters of yearning #Family pack #x reader #gender neutral reader #monster x reader #familial love #ngl i love this so much

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baskervilleshound · 7 months

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Oh dear…that one nightmare sure was a doozy, wasn’t it?

#my art #adventure time fionna #fionna and cake #adventure time #fionna campbell #simon petrikov #ice king #the ice king #cake the cat #at simon #at fionna #found family #familial love #fionna & cake #emotional whump #angst #hbo max #fionna and cake hbo

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sailoreuterpe · 8 months

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Speaking of familial and platonic love, one of my favorite hobbies is rewriting romantic love songs to be as familial/platonic as possible without any creepy undertones.

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six-white-venus · 3 months

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the worst trait of me and my family is probably this: we never learned to say the word sorry.

i) my best friend and i, we are no people. knives? maybe. liars? definitely. but people? i’m not so sure.

knives were never forged to be tender (what a shame, what a shame) and we too, fall and slay what we meant to protect. him and i, we go for the throat when we clash. we hurt and bleed and oh, i should be terrified, i should be running for my life, but all i am is tired and a bit lonely and would really like his arms around me.

( “can we please stop fighting now.”

“oh god yes please.”)

because time and time again, this man has held my heart in his hands and cleaned its festering wounds with cotton dipped in alcohol (always the healer, always the lover) and wrapped gauze around them with clinical precision. and i have walked through the maze of his head and tended to his withering garden, have dragged the sun and fresh air and all the oceans to the barren land to make it bloom (always the poet, always the lover).

him and i, we have never needed words because we are knives forged in the same fire and at the end of the day, we both know that he will be the one who wordlessly stitches my broken heart and i will be the one who sings him to sleep.

ii) let me paint you a picture:

blue that fades into red that fades into black that fades into blue that fades into red. loud, clashing and nonsensical. a pit in your stomach that was dug with desperation and blunt fingernails. how do you colour anger that is also pain, grief, hate, love, fear and truth? the smell of the paint is foul and clogs your windpipes. blunt fingernails and blue and black and madness. can you bear to look at what you created without flinching?

that’s what anger looks like on my father. a horror. a mottled bruise. a hellfire.

all his life, my father has been scorned, belittled, beaten, spat on. his mother didn’t love him right because her mother didn’t love her right. my dad loves like he hates. something is fucked in his head and heart and his words fade into black and blue and red and this shitshow always ends with me sobbing, bleeding, dying on the floor. my father watches with his hackles raised and his eyes red and wide and glowing. once wounded, an animal never sheathes its claws. it strikes the ones it loves and walks away with its head held high and hands trembling.

but here’s what happens when the curtains close: he pulls me into his arms and brings me tea. he wipes away my tears with hands that has moved mountains to make me smile. he kisses my forehead and tells me that his mom didn’t love him right. my grief is like anger and indignation and love. i wrap my arms around him and cry all the tears he never had the luxury to. who should say sorry, really? is it him or his mom or his mom’s mom or this stupid fucking world? my father has never said the word sorry. he never needed to. this is what love looks like on us. a horror. a mottled bruise. a hellfire.

iii) despite it all, i am not usually an angry person. i take after my father and my mother, after all. i rage like my mother (quick, loud, fire that burns out almost as quickly as it sparked to life) and fight like my father (aim, shoot, bullseye). my sister does something even mildly upsetting and before i know it, i’m cursing her to be miserable till she dies. not even an hour later i’m draping myself over her shoulder and bugging her till she rolls her eyes and smiles ever so slightly.

(“do you have no shame?”

“yeah no i don’t think so.”)

my family and i, we never learned to say the word sorry. because the word sorry never meant sorry, not to us. because at the end of the day, that’s all it is: a word. and it sticks to the back of my tongue and the dents of my molars and gets tangled in my mouth when i try to spit it out. so i grab it by its throat and thread it into my being. i find it so much easier to hide my pathetic inability to do one thing that doesn’t scream that there's something wrong with me with the truth of another three words:

“i love you”

and they are always echoed back to me, just a few million times more tender, in ways only we can understand.

“yeah, i know.”

“that’s great, but there’s no escaping dishes duty.”

“oh, shut up, you.”

“what’s that for?”

a pause and a hum.

“i love you too.”

#vi is back on their dysfuctionally healthy familial love agenda again #it's like. that one quote #love is a doing word #everything stems from love. everything gets its meaning because they are all doing words #maybe it's the way we've all benn raised/fucked over by the world but #saying sorry feels so.... wrong. hollow. it's simply not enough #i've grown up feeling like nothing i do is enough and that also travels to my way of apologising #we are all damaged in one way or another but we are all capable of so much love #and that's what my family and friends have taught me #it's okay if you're messed up and have no idea how to be a functional person. it's okay to screw up. we can sit and fix it #together #my writing #prose poetry #love #words #writeblr #prose #familial love #love languages #anger

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unalteredgraces · 1 year

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aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe by benjamin alire sáenz // father and son dancing by brian kershisnik // the pain scale by eula biss // the last of us part II // folding a five-cornered star so the corners meet by li-young lee // x // funeral by phoebe bridgers // trista mateer

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