#TW: implied Murder

[duskoon]

Yandere!Toru x Reader (General Headcanon):

A/n: It ain't a request, but oh god I simp for this man so hard. He is my personal favorite Jojo villain so far, closely followed by Pucci then Valentine. It's shame he is overhated and underrated, so I'll give him the love that he deserves. Rejoice Toru lovers, I got your backs. Also, Jojolion is severely underrated and deserve some love. First Jojo post, let’s go.

Tw: Afab!reader, Jojolion Spoilers, Canon Divergence, Yandere themes, Obsessive/Possessive behaviours, Toxic relationship (Somewhat of a parasitic relationship), Co-dependancy, Stalking (Classic Toru behavior right here), Abandonment issues, Implied murder, Manipulation, Creepy undertones, Age difference (Reader is 25+ and Toru is canonically 87+, rock humans can live up to 120 and age very slowly in comparison to carbon-based humans), Interspecies relationship, Abuse of Authority, Medical malpractice (illegal usage of sedatives), WoU.

Note: Text = “Purple” = Wonder of U speaking.

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ [Now playing: The Scientist] 𝟙:𝟘𝟙 ─────|───── 𝟝:𝟙𝟘 ↻ ◁ 𝕀𝕀 ▷ ↺ 𝕍𝕠𝕝𝕦𝕞𝕖: ■■■■■□□□ ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯

❦ “Tell me your secrets and ask me your questions..” The lyrics were blaring loudly through his earbuds, as Toru hummed along with it. In the reverie he was engrossed in, he accidentally collided onto someone. Consequently, dropping his phone in the process.

❦ Before the phone could clash with the ground and break, however, a gentle hand took hold of it and rose up to pass the device to him.

❦ “My apologies, sir. I was in a bit of hurry, you see. Please... Find it in your heart to forgive me.”

❦ Soft, yet a kind slant in the stranger’s voice snapped him from his previous stupor. As his mauvish-crimson irises wandered to meet her (e/c) ones before taking his earbuds off.

❦ “A-Ah. You don't need to apologize, miss. If anything, it's me who should apologize. I must thank you for your trouble, though.”

❦ Toru spoke with an alluring tilt in his tone, almost too charming if it weren't for the hollow eyes of his. He was the master of both guises and words. Like a jester that wore multiple masks to appease his audience.

❦ He had lived amongst organic humans for so long. Observing and adapting to their behaviors accordingly. Integrating in, yet never fully becoming one of them.

❦ He could truly never become fully human, Toru was painfully aware of that, even if he wished to be one. It's pointless to pursue such unattainable endeavour, especially if it goes against his inherent nature.

❦ The only way for him, as he thoroughly believes, to be as close to one is by accomplishing something grand. That way he’ll leave his mark permanently. That way he won't be forgotten, nor will his existence amount to nothing.

❦ Looking at the lady, he could see her wearing a navy blue medical scrub and a familiar lab coat. Is she a doctor in TG University Hospital? If so, how come he wasn't notified? He knew everyone there, aside from her. Perhaps a new hire? His curiosity has been piqued.

❦ “How intriguing…” The dark haired man thought to himself, as he shoved both his phone and earbuds into his yellow pant’s pockets. Toru chose to follow behind her. Not too far that he loses her out of his peripheral sight, but not near enough that it alarms her of his presence.

❦ In his eyes, it wasn't stalking at all but rather an observation to be made. After all for the majority of his long isolated life, he has been detached due to his “unique” circumstances.

❦ There’s something that allured him to her, was it perhaps the working of her stand? Was it fate itself? He wants to—no, must know. Yusaho was a means to an end for him, albeit you—for some odd reason—had managed to tug at his rocky heart.

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❦ Due to his nature as a Rock Human… I personally believe Toru would take a long time, before he even realises his affections toward his darling is genuine and not born out of ulterior motives. Unlike, what had transpired between him and Yasuho in the past.

❦ Maybe it was your indiscriminate kindness that had enticed his voracious attention, especially since it was out of good heart, just like how a Venus flytrap secretes a sweet nectar to ensnare an unknowing prey into it’s grasp.

❦ Or by some sheer luck, he had somehow managed to flee the Higashikata’s before they could finish him off. His life was on a single thread ready to fall at any moment, if it weren't for your intervention.

❦ Perhaps you were a miracle worker of some sort that could cure the rock disease; That he had sustained from the equivalent exchange with the Higashikata’s youngest child, or you have a stand that could heal it? It doesn't matter the reason, he doesn't understand why… But he feels indebted to you.

❦ “Urgh.. Hah.. Thank you.. Thank you for saving me..” Toru muttered weakly, looking deeply into your beautiful eyes as you carefully stitched his wounds close to prevent external bleeding. It was beautiful to him. Just like the sheen of rainbow after a long storm. The eyes of his saviour. If you weren't, then one of Wonder of U endless calamities would have already stroke you.

❦ “Shhhh.. Rest your mind, I'll take care of you.. Don't stress yourself. By heavens… what… to… you?” You replied back softly, carrying the injured oddly dressed stranger to your home. Your mellifluous voice—in spite of cutting off—soothed his fears, as he closed his eyes. No longer dreading what Toru thought was his near death, because the dark haired man knows he’ll come back just fine. Your words and actions remained etched into his mind.

❦ One thing for sure… Once Toru comes into terms with his feelings, things will roll so fast and unbeknownst to you. You’ll suddenly feel scrutinizing eyes following you everywhere—whether be it his own (most likely), one of his cohorts, or even his own stand under a guise of a close relative—most likely an older man—of your own. It's not like he had a hand in said relative’s death who may or may not figured what he is up to, it was merely an… accident.

❦ Toru is extremely obsessive, as he is attentive to his darling’s habits and needs and personal preferences to a tee. From knowing ordinary things like their favorite genre of music, videogames, flowers, to their favorite food, and all the way to their medical records (Ex: If his darling’s family—by extension his darling— had a record of a hereditary diseases he’d know, to monitoring their menstrual cycle, his darling’s exact blood pressure and whatnot, and etc..) and other personal information.

❦ Whatever information regarding his darling he will covet it like a greedy dragon that preserve it’s treasures, whether through his status as a head doctor in the hospital or/and as the leader of Locacaca Organization. No one would ever suspect him of doing that, and if they do… Well.. It's a shame that they’ll met a misfortune end, eh?

❦ “Don't worry, sunflower. I will protect you, provide for you, and alleviate any kind pain you have. What kind of lover would I be, if I can't do all of that? There is absolutely nothing that I won't do to guarantee your safety and happiness except if it meant you're going to abandon/replace me. You're my first priority!”

❦ Paired with his obsessiveness, is his manipulative and sly nature. Don't let his playful and laid-back nature fool you. What lurks under his unassuming mask, is a dark and selfish urge to obtain you all for himself. Cut you off from the greedy world, only for his eyes to relish and keep.

❦ With his forbidden knowledge of his darling intricacies and inner secrets, the rock human will emulate whatever you like and would condemn what you hate. However, he is smart enough to share something of his own interests lest you suspect him.

❦ “Toru-san, It’s nice to see you again here! But, why are you here? Aren't you busy at the moment?” You asked; Voice soft, sweet, and innocent unaware of the “young” doctor’s true intentions. You were about to leave your office to head back to your home, but Toru’s sudden appearance has halted you. It's quite surprising that he precisely knew where you had worked, let alone the exact time your shift ended. Must be a coincidence, or is it?

❦ Your ardor and charity was one of a kind. Toru couldn't help but yearn for it, yet he only desires it for him and himself only. It irritates him when you share it with others, but he hides such distaste beneath a veneer of charisma.

❦ After all, he doesn't want you to be scared of him. He wants you to come to him out of your own will, and vie for him like he does to you. He is a patient man, after all. Whatever competitor/s he has for your heart are already taken care off with utter apathy toward their untimely demise.

❦ “I just finished my shift, sunflower.. I came here to ask you.. If you would like to accompany me to the theatre? I heard they'll be playing some of Tchaikovsky works, and I thought about inviting you along since you're a big fan of his works…” The young man offered, seeing your eye light up in excitement and brought a smile onto his unblemished face.

❦ “Really?!” You exclaimed elated, before deflating as you remember your current situation.

❦ “I uh.. really want to, but I… can't go.. Well.. I have a low budget at the moment… hahaha..” You continued shyly, yet that didn't stop the charming man from pointing his pointer finger ontop of your delicate lips almost to shush you in a teasing manner.

❦ “Don’t worry, If money is your concern… Then I can just cover for you! A diligent employee like you deserve a break from work. After all, stress is the greatest killer. Let me relieve some of your burden!” Toru muttered offering his right hand for you to take, while his left pointer finger is still caressing your lips.

❦ “Bu—” Before you could argue back, the dark haired man interrupted you with a playful smirk. “It is no trouble at all, sunflower.. You do not need to repay me with anything. Your presence is more than enough for me.”

❦ He is very lucid about his unhealthy obsession. Instead of rejecting it, however, he wholeheartedly accepts it. Due to his nature, he sees it as normal. Wouldn't you like to be pampered and loved like a pet?

❦ Toru is affectionate, and a tad bit physically clingy. Nothing too alarming at hindsight. Do you blame him? He had been so alone for so long without any connections, and whoever came after him succumbs to his stand’s lethal ability spurring his loneliness even further.

❦ All except you for some reason. Was it your stand that is protecting you? It doesn’t matter. He had a taste of you, and he won’t let you go. Toru refuses to go back to the agonizingly meaningless existence that he had before meeting you.

❦ What triggers him so quickly is the idea of his darling forgetting, rejecting or/and replacing him. It is his primal fear above anything else. You are the only person, who made him think of someone else besides himself.

❦ It’s enough he was rejected once due to his youthful appearance, he won't let that happen again especially with you. He had already latched onto you.

❦ “Ahahah.. Sunflower.. Please don't leave me.. I'll be good.. I'll be what you want me to be.. Just please, I beg you, don't leave me.” Toru dropped on his knees, with his two hands clutching yours tightly in a desperate manner.

❦ To an untrained eyes, you might be in the wrong for breaking this poor man’s heart. Yet, you knew better than anyone how dangerous this man was. How his obsession run deeper than still water. Or in this case, endless stream of blood and death.

❦ If only you knew back then, saving him would lead him to slaughter anyone who came close to you. All in the name of protecting and loving you.. How delusional.. Love begets altruism, not selfishness. Though, you doubt he could comprehend that.. Left completely in the dark about his inhuman nature.

❦ You’d have let him to crumble like dust, but it was far too late for that now. As he brought your hands, to where his heart supposed to be.

❦ It is often said that human response to danger was flight or fight, yet there was a third option that is often forgotten about. Freeze.

❦ Taking advantage of his beloved’s shock, he swiftly administered a sedative into her body. Slowly watching her body fall limp. Before your head could reach the concrete, he held you close to his chest.

❦ “Tell you I'm sorry. You don't know how lovely you are…” The rock human muttered softly, carrying your unconscious body to his “home” that he had bought for you. Away from civilization, just the two of you living together forevermore. The notion that you're dependant on him for everything, puts a smile on his face. He wants to be your world, just like you are to him.

❦ Escaping him is pointless, since the rock human has his connections everywhere. That, and his obsession for you had gone so far, that even his stand has inhibited some of it.

❦ Whenever Toru goes in his habitual sleep cycle like most rock humans do, Wonder of U most likely is keeping watch over you. It's very apparent since disasters and freak accidents follow you like a moth to a flame. It may not harm you directly, but the guilt that eats your mind for being the indirect cause of the bystander’s death will prevent you from trying again.

❦ “I must commend you! Not only were you clever to discover a way through my abilites, yet found a way to run away from my user. However, it's no use fleeing from us… You will only bring calamities to innocent bystanders… You do not wish for that, would you? The moment our eyes laid on you, human, it was preordained for us to be one. It would be best for you to make amends with your fate.”

[generalissimomayhem]

I just had an idea with horrible implications:

Many people have previously speculated that Henry may or may nor have been killed due to his incompetence. Or at least that was at the beginning since in nightmare mode he's alive but honestly 1. I don't think he got fired traditionally and 2. I don't think he's on therapy only...

Henry may or may not have been on a psych ward, Henry MAY OR MAY NOT HAVE RECIEVED A LOBOTOMY, Henry may or may not have had such an acute crisis that it made him steer the wheel to the most drastic choice to get everyone killed and then let life do whatever it wants with him; ergo, prompting the previous two situations.

But that is just me.

[artsycloudysleepy]

OCs.......

i FINALLY settled on a design for the main character of Fabrication!!!! only took me............. six years........... sorry SELF.......

also did the guardian of perspective, shea (pronounced 'shay' iirc, they/them)! ended up being an anthromorphic horse guy, but they're a shapeshifter - it's just their base form :D

(SELF on left, shea on right)

and you can see my frantic design here; SELF was quick to figure out but shea was, uh. significantly harder, majorly bc i don't know how to draw horse heads

(the lil cloud is how i draw my persona)

fun fact abt SELF, they aren't actually a sentient die - they're a human, but they don't like showing their real face a lot of the time. what do they look like? beats me, i'm not about to make another bloody reference :p

also i used paint 3d for the first time!!! fiddly af but WHO CARES I GOT DEW TO SPIN :DDD

will be doing this again at some point, i like experimenting like this! maybe i'll give her the jacket she deserves.. also i FINALLY FOUND my old pen + pad for digital drawing so ig i'm gonna try using it more - used it for the initial sketch here, and it's still hard with dyspraxia, but am getting the hang of it!

update: krita was being funny about my pen but i think i'm improving at mousepad art (i will never use a mouse sue me)!!! here's princess eleanor and thunder being silly <3

(for context, eleanor unofficially adopts children left and right, so when thunder and her met, she was nicer to xem than originally planned and took xem in. she was interested in meeting SELF and the Fragments, and when she realised they were children, she went off wanting to hurt/influence them. she's manipulative due to her own goals of totally NOT murdering/otherwise influencing political opposition, but only to an extent for kids. they're innocent and she is a protector)

(shhh dw abt the blood....... she's innocent, look at that innocent face............ she's not an assassin princess, no............. shhh /jk /s)

oh and i remember @mylackofgrammaristerrifying saying that azzie should get a gf...... GUESS WHAT SHE GETS TWO, (though one is still being designed!) POLYAMORY TIME :DDD

they love each other dearly dw, azzie is upset for *reasons* in this drawing but nettle is good to her. they'll heal a bit more <3

i don't think i made a proper post on them (maybe?), tho they've been sitting in my masterpost for a while! gonna revamp both the refs and the masterpost at some point to be more simple tho. anyway here's nettle (she/they)!

the other partner is elle (they/them i think? either that or she/her, still choosing. genderqueer). all three are really in love, lil' goobers <3

oh, and one last drawing:

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moot tags! beware the horrors: @mrrottenreblogs @nylonnye2 and mlogit you have already been tagged! hope you guys are doing good :D

[dicktat]

[TW: Blood] 🔪🔪

Just a treat for my beloved@frenziedmarten 🖤🖤🖤

…he’s not him when he’s hungry🩸dom in grey sweatpants should be a religion

Bloodless version under

[the-void-via]

Thinking about Astra when angry

Thinking about how they hold their partner close if they're injured, careful not to touch the wounds or move too much

Thinking about the utter rage that builds up in them at the prospect of someone harming one of their partners, burning away the soft, shy personality to make way for blinding anger

Thinking about them holding their partners face in their hands, their gentle touch a stark contrast to the look on their face and the words that hiss out of their mouth

"Who did this?" They whisper, cupping his cheek in their palm. "Who did this to you?"

Thinking about them pacing their room, coming up with a plan to put the attacker to justice if they hadn't been already.

Thinking about them talking with General Feixiao about their next moves, and getting lightly scolded for wanting to go off by themselves.

"At least take reinforcements," She chided. "And no, I don't just mean General Jing Yuan."

Thinking about them staying with their partner, waiting for them to fall asleep before heading out to punish the poor soul who dared to lay hands on them.

"Sleep well," They whisper, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. "I'll be back later."

Thinking about them coming back the next morning, the faint scent of blood and sweat still sticking to them, even after they showered.

Thinking about them wrapping their arms around their partner, cuddling into their chest like nothing was wrong, like they'd done nothing at all

"...you smell like blood," He whispered after a moment of silence, hand running through their hair. "Did something happen?"

They shake their head, "Nothing you need to worry about. Everything’s been taken care of."

Thinking about the boiling rage that threatens to bubble over when they see anyone being treated like how they had been, a whirlwind of emotions mixing with their rage

Thinking about the side of them that stays hidden, dormant, until they need it

Thinking about angry Astra

[iheartpeppino]

Headcanon about Fake Peppino:

The reason Pizzahead was trying to clone Peppino in the first place was because he was hoping to duplicate Peppino's amazing pizza-making skills, in order to create a chain of Peppino Pizza restaurants to make a profit. Fake Peppino's restaurant, Peppino Pizza 2, was merely a starting point in this plan... and possibly a failed one, by the look of it.

It's entirely possible that Pizzahead abducted Bruno and his pizzeria in order to transform both. Bruno is a failed clone, but still the strongest one out of all the clones Pizzahead has made of Peppino. Bruno is the head of the Peppino clone pecking order, and any weaker clones that try and challenge this don't live for very long.

[ok-ish-hermitcraft-headcanons]

After the 1 time matpat tried to go to hermitcraft he was found with a hot guy arrow in his back in a dumpster

Violent but okay /lh /nm

[billygoat26]

THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY

TW: death, fire, implied neglect and abuse, as well as implied murder at the beginning, and over all emotional turmoil and heartbreak and whatnot. If I need to add further trigger warnings please let me know! Otherwise, enjoy.

We met at age four, just idiot little kids back then. His parents sucked, so did mine. I was lucky to be free of them a year later, though unfortunately it was by my own hands, and I’d live with that burden for my whole life.

He was my best friend, my only friend really, unless you count his siblings who bugged us with constant teasing.

His dad hated me, thought that emotions made someone weak, and he wanted his son, back in the early days, to be the strongest. When that pushing suddenly stopped, I was both relieved and worried.

My friend didn’t take it too well, and would keep pushing himself past his limits, getting himself hurt in the process. I would have to stop him before he got himself hospitalized, and even then he was stubborn. But damn, I still cared. Too much.

Still very young, we grew closer. Not knowing what “love” was back then, we called it a best friend bond. Cheesy, yeah, but we were just kids.

Over the years, this pattern continued. Him pushing himself further and further, trying to get stronger and stronger, to prove himself to a father who would never see what I saw in him, me trying to get him to at least take breaks and get him to see that no matter what he did his father would never realize his son’s greatness, and all the while we grew closer and closer, treading on the line between best friends and something more…

When we were 10, we started sneaking out to the hill where he frequently trained under the cover of night, the moon and the stars illuminating our path. We’d lay down under the night sky, making up constellations and stories for the stars, and sometimes, when the little fireflies came out to add to the beauty of the night, we’d chase them and try to catch some until we wore ourselves out, laying back down side by side.

It was only then I’d realize just how much I cared about him. How happy I was around him. And how lonely I felt without him. How my heart raced whenever we were close together, how it raced not just from fear but from a feeling I couldn’t quite place whenever I stood in between him and his father, or when he stood in between me and his father. We were both stubborn like that.

Another year or two later, my feelings hadn’t diminished. I figured “why not tell him? What’s the worst that could happen?” even though deep down I was terrified that I’d lose my best friend. But when I went to speak, he must have seen the look in my eyes and known what I was gonna say because the next thing I knew his hand was on mine and his soft gaze locked onto mine. I knew in that moment I didn’t need to say a thing, and neither did he. It was mutual.

I’d gone home with a skip in my step that night, any exhaustion that would have found it’s way into my system by then was nonexistent, left behind with my worries.

We’d never really put a label on it, and we definitely didn’t go on dates. We figured our little “outings” when we snuck out to go to the hill were enough.

The siblings, of course, never relented their pestering. It only got worse when they saw how much closer we were. His father, of course, was livid. I was more stubborn though, and held my ground when told to leave and never return.

That night, I never let go of my phone. His father tended to take his anger out on his kids, so I was worried sick about him. It was around 11pm when I got the message; “Hey, sorry for not messaging sooner 😅” followed by an explanation of what happened while I was gone.

I didn’t care that he messaged late, I was just glad he messaged at all. We spent the night texting because he wasn’t able to leave and I was starting to feel a bit sick.

We were 13 then, and the next day I was stuck in bed with a bucket next to it. I kept my phone close of course, and I guess the news was on the TV. I don’t remember much from that day other than seeing the news of a forest fire at the very hill we often went to for his training and for our late night outings. In that moment, my sickness was forgotten- not by my body of course, but even still I ran as fast as I could out of the house and to the hill.

I could see the fire and the smoke long before I arrived, and when I got there I promptly threw up nearby before facing the raging flames. I’m pretty sure the last messages I’d gotten from him were “Heading off to [REDACTED]” and when I told him to be careful and not hurt himself he responded with “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine :)”

He wasn’t fine…

His father stood helplessly by the raging fire, some random people as well, and his siblings, all frozen in shock. Not me. I darted into the flames, ignoring the calls from the others for me to return and the searing pain that flooded my body.

I searched everywhere for as long as I could before realizing that… I was too late. I wouldn’t be able to find him and make it out in time to save us both. Chances of him even being alive still were near zero. But… I still wanted to keep looking.

The only reason I’m still alive is because of the firefighters who’d dragged me out kicking and screaming in both sadness and pain. I kept calling his name over and over and over, but got no response…

I lost the closest person to me that day, and I haven’t recovered even 10 years later. I remember arguing with his father over him numerous times, still holding my ground as though he were still here. Still missing him, his presence.

That’s the miserable thing about love. When they’re gone, it leaves an unfillable hole in you, a piece of the puzzle that nothing else fits in, a hunger that will never be satisfied. The longing will always remain, even if you find someone new. I never did, and I doubt I will in the future.

I gave my heart away long ago, and I haven’t gotten it back. I left it with him at the fire, and any remaining pieces at the funeral.

[ceabu]

să-ți fie de bine.

[madmanwonder]

Ask

Law and Crime: Criminal- Mafia AU & Officer- Undercover Cop AU

What would happen if someone let Tatsumi be in a very dangerous situation? What would Esdeath do to anyone under her who puts him in that kind of situation?

Heads will roll and bodies will be heavily mutilated and frozen.

[asksavel]

"Parents who abandon their kids for no other reason than who or what they are are the worst kind of scum on this planet. I used to eat people that did that for fun a few hundred years ago."

"At least in Unova, there's a nice ol' legend going around about parents abandoning kids, and those parents end up 'going missing' quickly afterwards, so they tried to get sneaky about it. Didn't work. I still find them."

-Kyurem lets out a dark chuckle at that. -

@askthe-eleazars

(Mod note: It is canon that Kyurem eats people. If anyone needs this tagged differently, please message me. :) )

[winterwrxter]

TW!:Blood, Knife, Implied Murder

TTC Fanart!!1! Yippee!!1!

This fanart is for @mochablogger's latest work, The Traumatized Cup on Wattpad. Her Wattpad is MochaCuppyReader and I recommend you check it out <3

I didn't know which vers. I liked better, so you get both!!1!

[ninjastormhawkkat]

Wally: Mr.novoice? He hardly talks to anyone. A strange neighbor indeed. Perhaps i can convince him to come out of his shell

Also him @ Mr.novoice: 👁️ 👁️ ✂️

Nothing suspicious going on here. Not at all. 😉

[welcome-to-afton-robotics]

for  an  angsty  starter . for michael afton

Angsty Starter For: @luposcainus ! (Possible Triggers added in edit tags)

Michael doesn't let his grief overtake him often, he's a man who focuses on what's truly important in this life: Undoing the misdeeds of his father. His mission should be the only focus he has and everything else should come secondary to it. In a sense, he helped contribute to the kill count William had acquired by forcibly shoving his brother into Fredbear’s jar. That day? Michael lost the man he loved to grief and grief made a monster out of him. In desperation, a man would do anything to put his family back together and that act in itself was a selfish one. Michael couldn't be certain as to when William’s goals shifted from fatherly desperation to self-preservation but the single thing he could say with confidence was that his father became a cruel creature.

No matter his intent, he did unspeakable, horrible, gut-wrenching things to those children and he couldn't forgive William. His memories of the Father he once adored are too tainted now to ever think of forgiveness, to ever think of taking a different path in life that wasn't retribution. Perhaps his desire to redeem himself in the eyes of his brother and God did help fuel his mission further as well. There is an undeniable hand that it played in how he evolved as a person. He was no longer terrorized, he no longer bullied, he just existed as Michael, with no added title or descriptor.

On days where the burden became particularly heavy, he'd allow himself a rare visit to Junior’s. Michael despised that bar with a passion, it's the very one William frequented to drink away his sorrows and pain in those early days. Whenever he enters, the older patrons look at him with pity. Do they recognize him as his father’s son? Do they see him in the same light as him? Those unspoken questions infuriated Michael.

He didn't want to be seen as William. He didn't want to be seen as his son.

Michael does his best to ignore as he takes his seat and focuses on the menu.

Just ignore them, Michael, just ignore them. They do not know you, they do not know him like you do, just ignore them.

[general-kalani]

Fucked up idea I have to drop before I go to sleep, but what if Joseph was actually the child of an affair and that's why he's the only one with abilities.

Which would ALSO be a whole mf thing because his mother clearly died, for one reason or another, and he's the only one with these abilities.

I really do love fucking things up for him huh-

[splendontcore]

Disclaimer: this was originally to be a little animatic...but it would be kind of complicated because of the music, the illustrations and because original script was 24 pages long, so i decided to make a fanfic instead. Sorry for any misspelling/grammar error, im still learning!

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It's sunday at Happy Tree Town. June 18th, 2006, fathers day! The low population of this insignificant place with such impressive green architecture was surely celebrating this important date. Who wouldn't be grateful for their father's existence? They didnt just give permissions when mom's doesn't want to, but also carrying you in the good path. Guiding every instance of your life and helping you to take good desicions...However, its a whole spectrum. Theres good dads, for example Petunia's dad, Mr. Kirainai; a hardworking business man who always mind about his family and cares that much about her only daughter that he even created a spot for her in the company which she is going to run someday, what a great heart he has! A dad would do anything for their children after all! But there's also bad dads, Tommy's dad could nail the subjet really well; Mr. Graff... he's at jail, some people especulate the reason was some domestic disputee that ended up with Tommy's older sister taking care of what was left alive...that's awful. And then, there are just dad's...neither good or bad. Most of the town old folks would fit in this term. Perfection doesn't exist, everyone is quite aware of that, but the closest thing to that its the delicious smell that Happy Tree Bakery left in the town's air. It was run by a sweet southern lady and her husband, who were expecting a baby boy, just called Ma and Pop by the town folks. Time passed and at the time this sweet moment happened, it was just the husband who was in charge.

Francis Cooper and their squirrel pet Splendont, named after the Splendid's comic character and not the infamous antihero in disguise obviously, walked to the big ol empty tree stump reused as small bakery, greeted by the smell of freshly baked pastries and the sound of cheerful customers.

-Pop, happy Father's Day! I'd like to place an order for some special donuts.

Francis said, with a gentle smile.

-Thank you, Franny honey! What can I get for you today?

Francis glances at the menu board, pondering their choices.

-I'll have a box of honey drizzled donuts, a box of bacon and syrup donuts, and a box of jelly-filled donuts.

Pop starts preparing the donuts, skillfully drizzling honey, sprinkling bacon bits, and filling the donuts with jelly.

Francis gets s bit curious, wasnt today an important day to remember the importance of dad in their life? Why he was working in his normal schedule insted of spending time bonding with this only child?

-Pop, why are you working on Father's Day? Don't you want to spend time with your son?

Pop left escape a small sigh and keep working in the order as he speaks.

-Well, you see, Franny, my deceased wife always encouraged hard work. She believed that putting love and dedication into what we do is important. So, in her honor, I continue to bake and serve delicious treats on special days like this.

Franci's eyes widen with understanding and admiration.

-That's really admirable, Pop. Your wife's values live on through your dedication. And I'm sure your baby son appreciates it too.

-Thank you, Flaky. At the end of the day, I'll have some quality time with my son. It's all about finding a balance.

Francis smiles, feeling a sense of warmth and connection. Then they tooks their wallet and took some money.

-Here's the payment, Pop. I hope these donuts bring joy to whose receive them.

Pop took the money while smiling back at the them.

-Thank you, Franny. I'm sure they'll love them.

Francis bids farewell to Pop, carrying the boxes of donuts, ready to surprise the fathers in their life.

Then they walks along the quiet streets, a determined look on their face can be seen on. Splendont scampers alongside them.

-So, Flaky, why did you get so many boxes of donuts? Last time I checked, you only have one dad.

Splendont said, while raising one of his stupid squirrel eyebrows.

-Well, Splendont, these boxes aren't just for my dad. They're for the significant men in my life who have been like fathers to me.

Splendont looks intrigued, his curiosity piqued.

-Ah, I see. Pray, do tell, who are these lucky recipients?

Francis stopped for a moment, trying to explain Splendont the significant bonds they has.

-First, there's Stephen's dad. You know...when we were toddlers, his parents used to take care of me. They were like second parents to me when my own dad was still grieving for my mom's loss. Then there's Mr. Johnson, my history teacher. He moved next to my house a few years ago. His own children don't visit him, so my presence helps fill that void in his life. He's been like a father figure to me.

-Oh, the retired soldier with the thousand miles stare? Interesting. And anyone else?

Franci's gaze becomes more solemn as they speaks.

-Lastly, there's my real dad. Despite his struggles with drug problems, I still care for him and hope that someday he can overcome them and be like he used to be in my childhood. He may not be a perfect dad, but he's still my dad.

Splendont's eyes soften as he takes in Flaky's words. He lefts his sarcastic comments behind to speak his mind.

-I didn't realize how many people hold a special place in your heart, kiddo. That's quite remarkable.

Francis nods as they resume their walk.

-They may not be related to me by blood, but they have made a significant impact on my life. And I want to show my appreciation for them.

Francis stops in front of Stephen's house.

-Oh, and I also wanted to send something to my yayo in Spain, but I already sent him a postcard a few weeks ago, I hope he receives it.

Francis knocks on Stephen's door, ready to give the gratitude filled boxes. They stands at the doorstep, holding the box of donuts, as Sofia, Stephen's older sister, opens the door. Sofia rolls her eyes at the sight of Francis.

-Ah, genial, es otro de los amigos inadaptados de Stephen. Stephen, your little buddy is here!

Sofia walks away, heading to the dining room where the family is gathered for the Father's Day celebration. The aroma of Chilean cuisine fills the air.

Francis shifts uncomfortably, feeling a bit out of place, maybe they should planned this to happen earlier. Stephen appears at the doorway, intrigued by Franci's unexpected arrival.

-Hey, Flaky. What's in the box?

Stephen said while raising an eyebrow.

Franci's eyes light up, realizing Stephen is curious about the box. They holds it out to him with a gentle smile.

-Its just some jelly filled donuts, Sniffles, just the onesthat your dad likes. It's Father's Day, and I wanted to give something special to the significant men in my life. This one is for your dad.

Stephen takes the box, a mix of surprise and appreciation crossing his face.

-Wow, Flaky, that's really thoughtful of you. Thank you. You know that you are part of this family too and we all care for you.I'm sure he'll appreciate the gesture, Flaky. He's in the dining room celebrating with the family. Mom made completos, his favorite food. Do you remember them, right?

Francis nods as they recall the numerous timrs they used to eat those overstuffed hot dogs...so delicious.

-Yeah, lous coumpletous, moi gueno...

Stephen's laughs softly about their butchered pronunciation. At least they tries.

-Well, I have more boxes to give this day. Keep celebrating. See ya tommorow!

Francis turns to leave, knowing that their gesture of appreciation will be appreciated by Stephens' dad and the rest of the family.

Francis and Splendont walk side by side, heading towards Mr. Johnson's house. Franci's flipphone rings, and they takes it out to see that it's thei friend, Nathniel, calling.

-Oh, it's Nutty! I wonder what he wants.

Splendont smirks mischievously, nudging Francis playfully.

-Ah, that kid. I bet he's just bored and wants someone to entertain him. Better pick up, Francis.

Francis gives Splendont a playful glare before answering the call.

-Hey, Nutty! What's up?

Nathniel was just laying on his candy cane themed bed. The room was filled with candy envelopes as usual, just the normal panoram in his house.

-Hey, Flaky. I'm just feeling kind of bored, and Sniffles is busy. Thought you might be free to hang out or something.

Francis glances at Splendont, then to the boxes in their hands, feeling a bit torn.

-Oh, Nutty, I wish I could hang out, but I'm actually on my way to Mr. Johnson's house right now. We have some things to discuss.

Nathniel would be lying if he said he wasnt disappointed by the answer, but there's nothing he could do to convince them so he just tried to keep up the conversation.

-Oh, no worries, Flaky. I...I understand. What's going on with Mr. Johnson, anyways?

-Well, it's Father's Day, and I wanted to give him something special to show my appreciation. I thought we could have a little chat too so he doesnt spend this day alone.

Fathers day? Is today? How he could it forget? Oh...because his parents dont live with him, duh. At the time this call was ocurring, his both parents where at his dad's home country, Germany, they had a full schedule of conferences to give.

-Ah, got it. Father's Day. That makes sense. I hope he appreciates the gesture.

-I'm sure he will, Nutty. He's been like a father figure to me. And hey, speaking of Father's Day, I remember you mentioning something about sending a gift to your dad in Germany.

He did? OH, YES! He didnt forget it at all!

-Oh, yeah. I sent him some delicious box filled with fancy chocolates, the best of the best. I even get two boxes for myself! But, you know, I couldn't help but worry about them getting lost in the mail or, even worse, the postman eating them all! They are so sneaky, ugh!

Francis chuckles at Nathniel's humorous concerns.

-Nutty, I highly doubt the postman would eat your chocolates. I'm sure they'll arrive safely, and your dad will be thrilled to receive them.

-You're right, Flaky. I'm just being silly. Thanks for calming my nerves.

-No problem, Nutty. Don't worry too much. Enjoy the rest of the day yourself! I'm already at Mr Johnson's house so I guess have to hung up...Take care of yourself, bye!

-Thanks, Flaky. Have a great time with Mr. Johnson.

Francis reaches Mr. Johnson's front door, ghey ends the call and looks at Mr. Johnson's house, ready to celebrate Father's Day with their caring teacher.

Mr. Johnson was sitting on a cozy armchair, engrossed in embroidering a blanket while his favorite vinyl plays softly in the background. He's lost in his thoughts, trying not to dwell on the significance of the date - Father's Day. Giving a stare to some of his frame photos you could tell he used to have a family of his own. Wife, kids and even a cute puppy. Everything was gone. His struggle with PSTD left him living alone at his old age. He havent heard of any of his children since he got divorcied some decades ago. The only thing he hopes it that at least they dont commit the same error as him to join at the militia. The sound of the doorbell breaks the silence, and Mr. Johnson's face lights up with hope. He quickly puts aside his embroidery and rushes to the door, anticipation in his eyes. Francis stands outside, holding the box of honey drizzled donuts at top. They smiles warmly when Mr. Johnson opens the door.

-Cooper! What a pleasant surprise...I thought it might be one of my children visiting on this special day.

He said the last sentence with a bit of disappointment.

Francis tries to be upbeat and grins at him.

-Well, Mr. Johnson, I'm here to celebrate Father's Day with you! I brought these honey drizzled donuts as a small token of appreciation.

Mr. Johnson's eyes well up with emotion, touched by Franci's thoughtfulness.

-Cooper, you have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you for considering me an important person in your life.

Mr. Johnson's gets his eyes tear filled by the nice gesture of his best worst student. At least someone stills seeing him as an important person in their life.

-You've been more than just a teacher to me, Mr. Johnson. You've been a guiding figure and someone I can always count on. I wanted to show my gratitude on this special day.

They share a heartwarming moment, both feeling the connection between them, just like as a father with their child.

-Thank you, Francis Cooper. This is truly touching. Come on in, let's celebrate together.

They step inside, and Mr. Johnson leads Francis to the cozy living room. They sit down, enjoying the sweet treats and engaging in heartfelt conversation. The atmosphere is filled with warmth and gratitude. Mr Johnson resumes his embroidery session, now with the help of some extra hands to spent the rest of the day.

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Francis and Splendont walk back home after some hours, there's just one box left in Franci's hands. Splendont can't resist making a sarcastic comment, as usual.

-Wow, Flaky, I never thought I'd see the day you would spend time inside of that crazy old man house. What are you going to do tomorrow? Cut his grass and make his dinner?

-Oh, please. You're just jealous you didn't get to enjoy those delicious donuts.

They continue their walk, bantering back and forth, their friendship stronger than ever.

As they arrived the Cooper's residence, Francis and Splendont enter the living room, carrying the last box of donuts. But happens that Franci's dad is already passed out on the couch, surrounded by empty bottles and used needles.

-Looks like my dad beat us to it, as usual.

Splendont hops off Flaky's shoulder, transforming into his humanoid form. He looks at Francis with a mixture of amusement and sympathy.

-Well, Flaky, can't say I'm surprised. You should've expected this outcome.

-I guess you're right, Splendont. It's the usual scene around here...

Francis places the box of donuts on a small table near the couch. They leans down and gently kisses their dad's forehead, despite his unconscious state.

-Happy Father's Day, Dad.

They takes two donuts from the box, one for themself and one for Splendont.

-At least I can still honor the important men in my life, even if they're not perfect.

Splendont smirks and takes a bite of his donut, savoring the sweetness.

-These bacon donuts are way too much...but terribley fantastic Thanks, I guess.

Francis nods, content with the simple gesture of celebrating Father's Day in their own way. They walks towards their room, munching on their donut, with Splendont following close behind. Then they both enter, closing the door behind them. They takes a seat on their matress, feeling a sense of fulfillment. Frqncis gazes at the donut in their hand, reflecting on the day and the men who have shaped their life. They takes another bite, savoring the flavor, grateful for the opportunity to thank them.