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cocobirde · 1 year ago

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𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 | JOHN DORY

request. @Striped_Scheme on wattpad Requesting a JD x Reader where they've been dating since BroZone days but he kinda just left her with no goodbye and tries to reconcile and convince them to come help and save Floyd lol ("Technically we never really broke up"☝🤓) word count. 2.2k warnings. the word fuck lol. timeline. pre-trolls trilogy, pre-trolls band together. song. baby it's cold outside with some slight alterations (tell me he wouldnt. i DAREEE you.) a/n. honestly. idea was good, but my writing was not it so apologies but love u... thanks for reading lolz... probably rushed... (i do that alot in my writing how to not rush help me) no doubt ooc characters, characters will always be ooc.

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"He's gone? What do you mean gone?"

Floyd could sense your distress. Panicked voice squeaking and your eyes darting all over the small backstage area for your boyfriend, on how exactly he could've left without you catching him.

You were in front of the stage, courtesy of being the partner of a band member, which was amazing but also granted limited viewing if they went too far back. From what you did see, the expressions were a solemn mixture of embarrassment, anger, disappointment.

You barely paid attention to the fans, who were also attempting to go in the same direction as you. Getting caught up in them took a whole lot of convincing the security.

But still, you were just at the door, and you heard him through it. Where had he gone? Was he okay? He fell from a very tall place in front of a crowd of fans, which was probably more damaging to him compared to actually getting injured—but not for you.

You watched him stumble backstage, stumble.

Baby Branch hid behind Floyd, wrapping the little leaf-sewn vest around his body, looking from his older brother to you, worried.

Where's the rest of the band?

"He just left. Everyone did. The band's..." Floyd paused, sighing, "BroZone's over."

You stood confused, your brows furrowing at his words. Over? How could they be over? This was just the start of their world tour. The band couldn't just break up over one failure.

"Over?"

They weren't that fragile, were they?

You loved all the brothers; they were like your own family, but your worries were set on only one of them for the time being.

"Did J at least say where he was going?"

Floyd nodded his head but remained unsure of what your thoughts would be on his answer. He glanced down at baby Branch, who was huddled around his leg.

"He was upset, really upset," he explained. "Said he was going to go hiking to the Neverglades... alone."

The change in your face told him everything, and he was quick to extend his hands in front of him. "But John Dory always says crazy things like that, and he never goes through with them. I'm sure he probably just went up to The Point."

That did seem like a logical explanation, and it was. Floyd may not have been the oldest, but he always had reason and logic behind his smart words.

"You're right." You were still stressed, no doubt, but that calmed your fears down. "Are you guys gonna be okay?"

Floyd spared another guilty glance at Branch and nodded, offering a soft smile and urging you to go look for your lover.

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The troll tree was huge, and even with its large size, it was hard to find any area that wasn't already occupied. Trolls made sure to take advantage of all their space; it was their home, and they made the most of it.

But even with every taken, there was one place that was free from everyone else.

A special spot reserved for you and your lover.

The Point.

Little knew about the spot, and those who did ensured it remained private.

Hidden in the leaves was a branch sticking out high enough to conceal the ugly Bergen town that surrounded them and gave them access to the beautiful night sky.

You and John Dory liked to go there a lot. Whether it be dates or to blow off steam (not like that for the weirdos), if he'd go anywhere after an accident like today, he'd go there.

He was very athletic and made a show of it whenever you'd go together, carrying you up. Bridal style or pulling you up with his strong locks—the point was, you had trouble going up on your own.

It took a while—a hard struggle—but it'd be worth it to see your boy up there and cheer him up.

They couldn't just break up; they just needed their leader to see that.

"John Dory?"

You called upon reaching the top, pushing the heavy leaves out of your way, careful not to slip off the branch.

"Baby, are you here?" Your voice was soft; you didn't want to alarm him. He could be really sensitive sometimes.

That thought brought a faint smile to your face. A smile fell upon the realization that he wasn't up here. If not up here, where could he have gone?

Home?

Knowing JD, you doubted it. If this was as serious as Floyd had put it, as serious as he looked, he wouldn't have just gone home.

And so your search ensued.

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You spent days looking for him. Not a spot in the tree was untouched or unsearched by you. Somehow, the troll had just disappeared. No signs. No letters. No goodbyes.

He left you alone to suffer. Wondering where he'd gone, if he was okay, and if you guys were okay.

It was a coincidence, truly.

How on the day you reminisce when he left you without even a word explaining his sudden disappearance all those years ago was the same day you'd find John Dory on your doorstep.

"Come on, baby, could you let me in?"

"Baby?" you scoffed, remaining with your back slammed against the door in exasperation. "You lost the right to call me that a very long time ago."

One moment you were having a nice day, reading a nice book by your fireplace, enjoying the pitter-patter of rain outside, and the thunder struck, shaking you in the best way possible.

And the next...

"It's cooold..."

He whined, banging on the door desperately.

You couldn't bear to look at him; the second you already spent doing so when you opened the door was enough. He had a face that you'd never forget.

How'd he even find you?

"Go. Away." you growled.

"But it's cold outside."

You clenched your jaw, glaring at the door handle as he shook it. JD used little effort to push at the door; by the weight of it, he could tell you were against it. Not that it mattered.

He was strong; he could easily open it if he wanted to.

"You simply must go."

"Baby, it's cold outside."

If John Dory thinks a little singing is enough to serenade you, he is more of an idiot than you are already aware he is. You weren't a teenager helplessly in love with a silly musician from next door, you were grown.

Mature.

His tricks weren't going to work on you.

"The answer is no."

"But baby, it's cold outside."

He put more pressure, pushing, and you cursed for the lack of a lock on your door.

Trolls don't do locks! They don't have anything to worry about!

Except ex-boyfriend's trying to come in and ruin your life all over again.

"The welcome has been-."

"You should feel so lucky I dropped in."

You rolled your eyes, sarcasm dripping with your words, "So nice and warm."

He pushed the door, slipping a leg in to stop it from shutting completely, peeking a crack. You groaned and peered through it at him.

Sharp glares were directed at him, and gosh, if only looks could kill, he would've dropped dead right now.

He looked stupid.

Stupid puppy eyes with his stupid goggles and a stupid pout on his stupid face. He was soaked from head to toe, the rain falling on him more and more every second he stood outside.

My, did he look pathetic?

BANG!

He shrieked, desperation on his face and voice, jumping at the loud crash of thunder, lighting up the dark sky.

He turned back to you, singing rapidly.

"Look out the window at that storm!"

"Ugh, okay! Come in!"

His face lit up, the door swinging open, and he rushed in, soaking your carpet with rain as you shut the door behind him, slamming it hard enough that the whole house shook with force.

He glanced at you in surprise, getting a glare in return.

JD opened his mouth to speak, obviously nothing nice with the smug look on his face, and you were quick to shut him down.

"Don't."

He clamped his mouth shut, smirking and holding his hands up in defense. "I wasn't gonna say anything."

"Stay."

You urged with a pointed finger, walking off to your bathroom in search of a towel.

"Yes, your majesty."

You hated him with every fiber of your being, but you weren't cruel. He might've been, but you weren't. Any troll would do the same as you; offer him some refuge from the storm outside.

Returning with a towel, you didn't bother passing it to him, tossing it and smacking him right in the face.

Maybe you were a little cruel.

He reacted with a huff, taking it and wrapping it around himself, not bothering to dry himself like ordered, but more like a shelter from the cold.

"Is that how you treat your boyfriend after all these years?"

John Dory tutted, shaking his head in disappointment as he took a single step in your direction.

"Boyfriend?" you scoffed.

"I mean, technically, we never broke up."

Oh, you wanted to punch his little ugly face so bad.

"You disappearing without saying anything was us "technically" breaking up." You did air quotations with another roll of your eyes, speaking before he did, exasperated.

"Why are you even here, John Dory?"

He stayed silent for a few moments, pondering what exactly to say. What could he say? He knew it was stupid of him to even come in the first place. He knew you'd be angry, upset, but not like this.

You didn't look the slightest bit happy to see him.

His smugness dropped along with his shoulders, and he took a breath.

"I need your help."

He looked dead serious. So serious.

You shook your head, your lips curling up in disbelief. "You need my help. Right." your arms crossed, "You leave, disappear off to who knows where, say nothing, suddenly come back after 20 years, and you decide you want my help?"

A short and dry laugh left you.

John Dory really was unbelievable.

"I knew you wouldn't want to see me..."

"I don't want to see you." You cut him off with a grimace, ready to say more-

He had that same desperate look.

Honestly, it brought you back. It brought you back to all those years ago, when both of you were young.

John Dory was always a terrible boyfriend, cocky and arrogant, bossy, too busy with BroZone to give you the time you needed. It hurt you. You loved him so much, and he didn't seem to always reciprocate those feelings. And each time you guys would argue and break up, he would be the first to return with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"Leave me alone, John. You can't just come back and expect me to accept you. That's not how life works! If you wanna be in a relationship, you have to commit-..."

"Can you please just listen?"

He stared at you with a small pout, furrowed brows, eyes pleading into yours for you to give him a second chance. His stupid, loving eyes knew exactly how you worked. How exactly to work you.

The only difference right now was that he came empty-handed.

Nevertheless, it effectively shut you up.

"I fucked up all those years ago, I know. I fucked up leaving you. That's the biggest mistake I've ever made. I should've said goodbye, apologized, invited you to come with me- I should've done something!" He ranted, "But I didn't. And I just left..."

John Dory expected you to say something. One of your snarky remarks and cut him off, tell him he's wrong or right, and degrade him on what a terrible person he is because he is well aware of it.

But he's trying.

"Baby, you of all trolls know how terrible I am at apologies," he sighed.

And you didn't bother to correct him on your name; looking at him up and down, eyes still narrowed. You were still angry, you'd probably be angry for a very long time, but for the moment... you'd put it aside.

"What do you need help with?"

His face lit up, beaming at you at your acceptance, not denying him completely, not shunning the troll out, and kicking him back into the rain. You were hearing him out.

You noticed the look and huffed, "Just because I'm asking does not mean I'm going to say yes."

"Floyd's been kidnapped."

Your expression softened, and your mouth fell open in a quiet gasp.

"Kidnapped?"

"I got a letter from him saying he got kidnapped by popstars Velvet and Veneer." He went on and explained the story about how he went to see him and help him escape, only to fail: "-The only way to free him is by singing the perfect family harmony."

You loved Floyd to this day. It'd been years since you'd last talked to him, heard of him at all, but the same amount of affection you felt for the troll remained.

"I need to get the band back together. And... I really can't do it on my own. I'm not sure if they want to see me any more than you did-."

You cut him off a lot.

"I'll help," he grinned. "But not for you. For Floyd. Don't think I've forgiven you yet."

"Yet?"

"Shut up."

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#trolls band together #brozone #trolls #trolls x reader #john dory x reader #jd x reader #brozone x reader #hes soo ugughhh #cocowrites🖊#what other tags do i put #trolls john dory #trolls brozone #trolls jd

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esotericbluntbaby · 5 months ago

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your hamzah angst was sooo good 😭 i really love this specific concept of angst where one of them distances from the other 🥹🥹

maybe you could do a prompt where y/n is scared to date hamzah?? maybe even rejecting him at first or something omg...

or one where they get into an argument which makes one of them distance themselves from the other (i love this concept so much sorry LOL)

passionfruit

hamzahthefantastic x reader

description: heartbroken by the reader rejecting his advances out of fear, hamzah finds someone else; yet, he doesn't realize he looks for you in her until it was almost too late.

mentions: roommate!hamzah, angst, feelings of abandonment, she/her pronouns, happy ending, sfw!

i was listening to passionfruit by drake while writing this lol i was trying to go for a trope where they're both yearning but there's a blockage in the way of them getting to each other. "leaving, you're just doing that to get even" really inspired me

"this is azra, my girlfriend," hamzah admitted as you gazed at the alluring girl he brought into the apartment.

in moments, you felt like the library of alexandria has fallen once again. all the enriching history and knowledge you once knew, in addition to him knowing as well, was burnt to a crisp like a match to dry grass. you wondered if things could've been different; if you had finally grown the courage in the garden of your soul to tell him how you truly felt. yet, it was too late to dwell.

you couldn't blame him for getting a girlfriend, especially one as pretty as she is. technically, he wasn't yours to begin with; he was merely your roommate living in the room parallel to you. however, for a while, it felt like he was. the chemistry between the two of you morphed into a familiar tension of pairs; grapes are connected by their stems in the way that leaves are connected by the branches, the same way that you two were connected by the many traits you had in common.

there was always exchanged glances. the contact between your eyes and his created a candle flame that the wrinkles and creases from his smile would fan. you two acknowledged it, leading to social settings being disrupted by being stuck in a cycle of addiction: an addiction to the understanding you two had for each other with merely a look. some call it the look of love, but you and hamzah never even had the chance to speak about it.

eventually, the shared eye contact turned into physical contact. whether it was interlocking your arms or hands or legs together while cuddling on the couch, or simply sitting on the floor to him and resting your head on his thigh as he played games with martin, days went by with a different method of touch brightening both of your days.

one time, specifically, you began to cry because of the stress that consumed any amount of happiness you were able to feel. assuming that hamzah would just hang out with you, possibly giving you a long and needed hug, you decided to go to his room. opening the door to you on the verge of breaking down in front of him, he not only gave you a hug, but also pecked your forehead and cheeks with kisses while whispering reassurance and affirmations into your ear. things were different from that day; you were no longer just friends.

however, with the difference in relationship, anyone would think that you two would simply talk about what you were. you guys have done practically everything together besides see each other naked or kissed on the lips; why wouldn't you begin to watch a relationship flourish when you know there was nothing that could go wrong? you knew he felt the same way that he did. why wouldn't you take the leap and see where it takes you?

you were a pussy. that's why.

so, you began to distance as if hamzah had the black plague and you were trying to live until you were old and wrinkly. he noticed the uncomfortable amounts of quietude in the apartment and how, suddenly, you began to go out more to parties and hangouts. hamzah knows you; you were never a partying type of girl. he knew there was something up from the sheer amount of you posting on your story about a venue or houseparty you were at, despite being one of the biggest homebodies he knew. did he mention it to you? no. in fact, he amplified the distance since he thought you simply didn't like him the way he liked you. he took your distance as rejection, similar to an empty score on a test or no reply after a job interview.

you distanced yourselves from each other, causing the home to become a house with two bodies far away from each other inside of it. yet, hamzah still decided to introduce you to azra since she would be around more often, causing the awkward situation in front of you to unfold.

"it's nice to meet you," you mentioned as you shook her hand, almost as if this was a business deal instead of an introduction.

she snarked, "yeah, totally. hamzah, you didn't tell me your roommate was a girl?"

hamzah stared at her, "i did. it was one of the first things i told you when i asked if you wanted to come over, actually."

"mmm, i don't remember," she turned to look at you, "will that be a problem?"

confused, you turned your gaze from hamzah to her, "i'm not following. what are you talking about?"

"you're his roommate. you're a girl. i'm his girlfriend. is that an issue?" she cocked her eyebrow.

"no, ma'am, it won't," you reprimanded and gave hamzah a stare of annoyance, "i'm gonna go out. i'll see you later."

azra made herself at home in the least plausible way possible. though hamzah worked hard to keep the kitchen clean each time he decided to cook a meal for the whole house, azra would make a meal for herself and leave the dirty and stained dishes inside of the sink. hamzah would clean the single bathroom sink, since you two shared and he would feel bad if he didn't since he shaves; azra would leave her makeup on the counters in addition to watermarks on the tiling. hamzah's cats loved most people and had no issue with them being around, yet, they would hiss and run away from azra as if she was the wicked witch. the balance of the household was completely diminished ever since she began to come over more often.

so, you decided that you were going to move out. there was no longer space for you in this house anymore; not with her being hamzah's girlfriend.

knocking on hamzah's door, you prayed that his girlfriend wouldn't be in his room. there were too many times where she had accused you of attempting to take him. hamzah would defend you, which you were insanely grateful for since she was driving you up and down the walls, leaving her accusing him of wanting you, as well. the door swung open, revealing hamzah in a gray hoodie and black, nike sweatpants. his hair was held in a beanie with loose curls exiting out of the back of his head. it was always one of your favorite looks of him. he knew that.

"hey, can i come in?"

the clock read 12:03 am. you two sat on his bed after a brief catching up. in those mere moments, you felt like things were normal again. there was no arguing and no awkward distance from each other. in fact, even the silence of the room was comfortable. yet, you knew it couldn't go on for too long.

"so, why'd you decide to come in here?" he asked, genuinely curious.

you cleared your throat, "i just wanted to talk to you about something kinda serious."

"i'm all ears. talk to me. what's up?"

"hamzah, i think it's time for me to move out."

his eyes widened in surprise mixed with a glint of worry, "what?"

"i dunno. i just think that, maybe, you've kinda outgrown me in a way?"

"what are you talking about?"

you hesitated, silence filling the space between you.

"stop it," he softly demanded.

"stop what?"

"just say what you want to say. you're thinking about it too much. say it as it is."

you sighed, "if you're happy with azra, i think i should leave. sometimes, it hurts just to look at you guys. i know it's bad that i'm talking to you about this as you're literally with her, but i guess i haven't gotten over how close we used to be and how it could've turned into something. i think this is for the best. i'll figure out the paperwork tomorrow. i'm sorry, hamzah."

leaving his room in a rush, you began to tear up as you entered your room, went underneath your fuzzy covers, and attempted to sleep.

the next day flew by; you went to the front office to collect the paperwork for the resignation of your lease. attempting to fill it out was rough, since strands of doubt kept on pulling you back from fully signing each signature and information on the paper. at around 8:00 at night, you heard a knock on your door as you began to fill out the last form of resignation. your hand twisted the doorknob, slowly revealing hamzah at the opposite end; he looked like he hadn't slept in a day, as dark circled caressed the bottoms of his eyes.

"hi, um, can i come in?"

you stared at the floor, "yeah, sure."

he sat down on your bed, your mattress making a squeaking noise at the weight of his body being fully transferred onto it. you sat onto the chair of your desk, parallel to him on the bed, and swiveled it around so you would be able to see him.

you questioned out of worry, "are you okay? did you sleep at all last nigh-"

"stay."

"what?"

"stay, please. don't move out, don't go."

you sighed, "hamzah, i'm filling out the papers right now. i'm not needed here anymore."

"but you are needed here! i need you here."

"you have a girlfriend, you have to need her inst-"

"i broke up with her."

uncertainty of the conversation began to make your brain go blank, "what?"

"you can call me a fucked up person. you can call me anything, actually, but you can't say that i don't need you here. i never looked at her the way that i look at you. i think this whole time i've just been looking for everything that you are whenever i looked into her eyes. you can call me fucked up, but i just can't help it. she isn't you. it's like somehow you've tied a rope to me and i can't seem to get out of it, but i also don't want to get out of it? i realized that last night when you told me you wanted to move out."

"hamz-"

"i didn't sleep at all because i was scared."

"why?"

"i didn't want to look to the room in front of mine and have it be empty when it could've been turned into an office or something."

you furrowed your eyebrows, "hamzah, it could still be turned into an office or something. in fact, me moving out would give you more room to-"

he placed his hands on your shoulders, "that's not the point. the point is that i'd want to turn it into an office when you move into my room. the only reason i'd ever want that room to be empty is if it was because you decided that you wanted to share space with me and sleep with me in mine."

"what are you saying?"

his hand made its way to your cheek, "you said that you couldn't get over how we could've been something. we can be something. just stay.

his eyes glistened with hope and nervousness intertwined and holding hands in his irises. hesitance filled the air in between the two; the combination of the intense eye contact, as well as the physical touch of his hand cupping your cheek as if it belonged there, created a sense of uncertainty. you both were uncertain where you would end up, how you would end up, what this interaction would lead to. it was only when hamzah's lips softly landed on yours that you realized that, suddenly, everything fell into place. it was short, sweet, and supple, only lasting about a mere 2 seconds; yet, pulling away was similar to pulling two magnets apart without a handle to hold. the feeling of his lips on yours lingered even after you pulled away.

"y'know, you're a horrible person for trying to find me in another woman," you told him softly.

"call me a horrible person all you want. i'm sorry, baby," he kissed you again, "forgive me?"

"hmm.. i don't know if i can. actually, if you do me this favor, i will.

"a favor as in?"

you handed him the documents you signed, "either burn it or shred it. i don't care."

author's note

i have no clue if im into how this turned out, but surprise lol two in one day!

#hamzah fic #hamzah imagines #hamzah x reader #hamzahthefantastic #slushy noobz #hamzah fluff #hamzah x y/n #hamzahthefanatasticxreader

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accio-victuuri · 4 days ago

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two years ago, i mentioned how i’ll be adding stuff to the devil timeline universe lol. this is part of that (sort of) and it is the type of cpn that will make so/os and other cpfs roll their eyes. but if you are into galaxy brain cpns & fake stuff then this is for you.

anyway, this is about the movie Crystal Sky of Yesterday. one of the characters (Qi Jingxuan) was voiced/dubbed by WYB. the film is uploaded here with english subs if you are interested.

story about dreams, friendship, family and first love in their youthful days. Tu Xiaoyi, Yao Zhetian and Qi Jingxuan are high school students in a small town, Lanxi, in southern China. This is a story about dreams, friendship, family and first love in their youthful days. ☁️

it’s a coming of age story, the characters are about to take the gaokao and are thinking about what they want to be when they grow up. tu xiaoyi meets the infamous qi jing xuan and they form a friendship that will stay with both of them for years to come.

i will be mentioning some similarities and why this is a queer film and the last part is the fanfiction aspect. ⬇️⬇️⬇️

the movie starts with Tu Xiaoyi in the year 2018 ( tho the majority of the film is in 1999 when they were in high school ) , all grown up and back in his hometown of Lanxi. he resigned from his job as a manga artist because he wants to pursue making his own story. looking at the character with the glasses and the fact that he is an artist immediately reminds us of XZ.

and it’s common knowledge that XZ has his own company with his friends ( design studio ) before he decided to enter the entertainment industry. so he had a similar story of sorts, working at an office then branching out on his own. you can also say that him leaving his “job” to become a “singer” is the same thing that the character is doing. he is following his dreams.

2018 was also the year they became closer— working on the Untamed together. A reunion of sorts. so that year being mentioned in the movie as when the MC goes back is an interesting coincidence. The source material for this was serialized in 2011 ( when WYB joined the circle ) & movie started production 2015 ( when XZ entered the circle ) 👀👀👀

The MC also likes to draw blue sky and white clouds + paper planes. two things that are a symbol in the bjyx fandom. not because we made up the connection, it was there. they both showed it to us so the cpn was so easy to make.

Qi Jingxian is someone who dreams of becoming a pilot. At some point, WYB said he wants to become a pilot ( during TTXS and tbh he can do anything he wants lol ). He starred in a film where he is a pilot too, Lei Yu in Born to Fly.

During the promo of the film, WYB posted on Douyin. It’s his photo as a kid and the transitions to him as Lei Yu. Idk if this is a direct way of him saying he dreamed of being a pilot, and now he technically gets to be one but the implication is v strong.

coincidence too that in the movie, QJX mentioned that his parents said he wanted to be a pilot and he had a photo. the photo is kinda like WYB’s.

it’s hilarious to me how WYB’s character is so like him. there is a sort of love triangle here cause the MC ( Tu Xiaoyi ) likes a girl. Qi Jingxian who views MC as a good friend knows this and helps him out in his own way. However the girl likes Qi Jingxian who is not even thinking about romance lol. He just wants to become a pilot and get away. 😂😂😂😂 the MC saw them talking tho and sort of holding each other so he went on angst mode. this brought some distance between him and QJX too.

years later, the MC is making a manga about their childhood and the panel shown is him with Qi Jingxian. Not the girl. 🤡🤡🤡🤡 the main page of the manga too — notice how prominent Qi Jingxian is?

the “reveal” part of this movie is giving some serious 🏳️‍🌈! i don’t know how anyone can miss it. earlier in the film , the girl gives the MC a “magazine” and inside it says “try your best.” It’s because of this that he finally decides to make mangas. but it was revealed that Qi Jingxian asked the girl to give it to MC. to make it seem like it was from her 😭😭😭

Right then I knew, from that moment i knew, the magazine Qi Jing Xian gave me opened the way for me to go make mangas in Shenzhen. I think if that summer would have been longer, maybe i would have said “see you”. If at that moment i said “i will see you” then would it have been possible to see each other again?

it’s so freakin sad 🥹🥹🥹

and the mention of that “summer”. the time he spent with his friends, but most of all Qi Jing Xian and how he wishes it was longer. ugh. it’s like the summer when CQL was filmed.

the film ends with the manga being published and a pilot picking it up from a store. this is Qi Jing Xian who made his dream come true. then his voice is played, when they were young, he was teaching the MC to play a game and in return MC must write a manga about them. and he did. it’s an open ending of sorts. they both became what they promised to be when they were young. as a viewer, we hope that they will reunite.

on a more serious note, an important message in the film is: “Whatever you do, I just want you to move forward. Try your best. Jiayou!”

this is something that the two of them always say. or a form of it. that when you find something you like, work hard for it. and that if you find someone special to you, you will shine for them. you tend to become a better version of yourself.

during the promotion of the film, we got some clues too:

p1 when they posted about the release date the kadian is 38 which is zhan bo. p2 is yibo’s weibo post for the film and the first one is the photo of the MC. the rest is his character. the caption is literally i hope you can meet qi jing xian in your youth, but the first one got cropped to show the MC and the whole photo is QJX and the MC. the kadian also, i will love you forever.

the production team weirdly enough, posted with reference to XZ. because he worked with both productions.

the official weibo of the movie was also leaning towards the whole 🏳️‍🌈 support cause they shared fanarts of the TXY x QJX pairing. Also the way the tag “QJX likes TXY” was popular. 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

so now we have come to the fanfiction part and why this could be part of the devil timeline. the question is why was WYB so passionate about this project. he was finalizing this in 2018 as well, along with the other hundreds of things he was doing that time. was there a personal connection? probably. they might have known each other before and have communicated — which is the whole premise of devil timeline. XZ liked the manga and recommended it to Bobo and that’s why he took the project. Maybe they both loved the message of it and chasing your dreams. Maybe they both understood what was really going on between the two male leads too. ✌🏼

that’s all. take what you want this information. 💛

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do #can you tell i’m on a long weekend??? lol cause i got the time to do this write up HAHAHAHAHAHAHA #and hopefully one more 🙃🙃🙃🙃

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d1s1ntegrated · 1 year ago

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Fugk shigrli LSOEE LOSER SHIGARAKI PLZ PLS SAVE MEEUGHHHH...can yu do..like THIS SOUNDS CRINGE BUT READER ISEKAI AND THEY R OBSESSD W SHIGARAKI,,, like, they get plopped down into his bar, they explain his lore to him, his fanarts, shiparts ALL OF THAT🙏🎀

Love u munch plz dont die

love u too munch!! hope u enjoy <3

i died violently in a car crash and all i got was this weirdo virgin!

shigaraki x isekai!reader

cw: no use of "y/n" (i used "______" instead!), fem reader, loser shigaraki (aka early chapter shiggy), virgin!shigaraki, isekai, tw: implications of death/major trauma, car crash, oral (male rec), loss of virginity, slight musk kink if you squint, kinda canon shiggy? rough sex, unprotected, pathetic virgin moment lol, teasing, missionary, p/v sex, choking implied for a few seconds, desperation, premature ejaculation, sliiiiiight breeding kink? if u squint

not proofread! pls dont eat me im sorry but its 5am i dont have the energy to edit rn!!!!!!!

you don't know how it happened. there was a sharp, hollow static, paired with the feeling of drowning, choking, sputtering. you could hear screaming, you could feel the branches interlocking with your innards, pinning you to the car seat. but...everything was so soft, so light...

until it wasn't.

you figured heaven would be a little less daunting than this. even atheists could dream up a place better than this.

but here you were, plopped onto a worn stool, a long mahogany bartop splayed in front of you. maybe it was a sick joke, maybe this bartop was the tree you lost your life to. maybe it was one big metaphor. either way, the leather was sticking to your legs already, a loose nail prodding at your thigh as you shifted in your seat. there was a strange smell here, a mixture of sweat and blood and something smoky, and you couldn't place whether you liked it or not. you tapped your fingers against the worn wood for a moment before glancing around the sullen room.

it looked so very familiar. worn furniture, brick walls, and a dingy carpet splattered the room like dollhouse furniture. the bar was fully stocked, but no one was tending to it. there were a few rooms down a hall, but nothing you could recognize. across from you, a little tv sat, with a torn poster of something you felt on the tip of your tongue. you forced yourself to move, standing from the seat and rubbing your eyes as you approached the wall. with a shaky hand, you wiped dust from the ripped paper, revealing a heroic-looking man. little holes scattered the image, as if it had been used as a dart board. bold writing splayed beneath his portrait read: "ALL-MIGHT", and like a crashing wave, everything came flooding back. your favorite manga series, my hero academia, had a bar similar as the base for the league of villains. you sucked in a sharp, excited breath as your eyes took in another look of the room. maybe this was heaven.

but...this shit doesn't happen in real life. isekai's were a favorite trope of yours, like re:zero or konosuba, yes, now you remembered- you had loved the idea of another world rather than death or rebirth. maybe it was your version of heaven. you bit your nail at the idea of being able to see the base for yourself. sure, it wasn't at all what you had imagined it to be- it wasn't as enchanting, per se, as you had thought. but it was...all in front of you. as you swallowed your discoveries, a squeal of joy erupted from your core. shit, your core. your body, fuck, was it okay? you lifted your shirt, expecting to see the gory visual of your death still imprinted on your skin...but it was gone. as if it had never happened. shit. this isnt so bad then, right?

but something surely was missing. and no, it wasn't your life. well, technically yes it was, but fuck that, who cares? what you really were missing was them. if this was a true isekai...

the sound of metal clanging sends a freezing shock through your bones. you whip around in time to see a very battered and bloody league stumbling in, kurogiri rushing to the bar to grab supplies. you stay silent as you watch them all individually groaning and pushing each other for a seat, too scared to say a fucking word. sure, your obsession was there, but it was all-too-intimidating when they're right in front of you. your breath is stuck in your chest, until a voice shatters your glass-persona.

"boss? who the FUCK is that?" a raspy voice slices the air and you feel everyone's stares fall onto you.

your eyes widen as shigaraki slumps out of his seat wordlessly and slinks over to you, hand extended. he's much larger than you thought he'd be. his frame towers over you slightly as he approaches, a sinister smile creeping up on his cracked lips.

"good question, spinner" his teeth are bared, and he's inches from you now as you shake. "who the FUCK are you?" he repeats the question, a sickening twist in his voice that shows he's really not in the mood to talk. without hesitation, you slip underneath him and head for the door, but he grabs you before you reach it. he yanks you back with four fingers, his grip deadly on the back of your shirt. in a panic, you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

"please! i'm sorry! fuck, i'm your biggest fan i promise! i don't know how the fuck i got here i just died and woke up here pleasedon'tturnmeintoashesi'msorry!" your voice is rushed and trembling, but he releases you onto the ground with a thud. you catch your breath as you stand, wiping the dirt from your legs.

"...the fuck?" dabi's voice rings through the thick silence, and the group breaks into a bellowing laughter. except for shigaraki. he stands over you, a wide, confused expression on his face.

"fan? so you've heard of us?" his smirk reappears as he couches down into your face, and you nod rapidly.

"yes, yes, i know all of you, you're my favorite characters!" you point at all of them, reciting their names. toga's smile consumes her entire face as you do so, and grabs onto twice's arm as she squeals.

"characters? tch, what are we to you?" shigaraki shakes his head as he looks down at you.

your expression falls as you realize they all have no fucking idea what the hell you're talking about. you take a deep breath and begin infodumping about "my hero academia", your favorite manga. everything from deku and his quirk, to all might, to the league itself. shigaraki finally backs up a step and offers you space to stand, and you do so. he nods as you recite the plot, his eyes widening in confusion and anticipation. when you run out of breath, he raises a finger to you, and you go silent.

"she sounds fucking crazy..." twice mutters sing-songy through his teeth. you chuckle nervously as shigaraki glances to the rest of the group, still bleeding and beaten.

"tend to your wounds elsewhere. i want a minute alone with...this thing." he gestures with a curled lip to you and you wave awkwardly. the group sighs and exits to their own spaces, toga examining you head-to-toe before bouncing away, exclaiming: "okay, but i want her when you're done!".

you cant help the anxious fiddling as he guides you to the worn stools again. he throws himself in one next to you, poppy irises still fixated on you with furrowed brow. he scowls at you, but says with a hint of amusement, "tell the truth now". his voice has a twinge of agitation to it, and you smile weakly at him.

"that's the truth, i swear" you start, and he shakes his head. you can feel the annoyance leeching off of him, and you start your next sentence very carefully.

"have you ever heard of an isekai?" you drag the words as if it would prevent your death, and he nods. "okay okay, good. so i think that's what happened. see, i'm not from here, as you can tell...and i died in a car crash, really brutal shit man, like literal sticks in my lower intestines and shit, that sucked balls." you trail off as you describe the fatality and he sighs.

"sorry, i got carried away. but yeah, basically, no need for an introduction on your part, i already know everything about you". you smile gingerly as he raises an eyebrow at you and scratches at his neck.

"mhm. everything, eh?" he leans into you again now and your breath hitches. you can smell him now, and it's unlike anything you could have imagined. the smell of sweat is combined with a faint sugared citrus scent. it's strange, honestly you didn't imagine he'd smell like anything more than a general stink, but he isn't unpleasant in the slightest. he's also all-too-close to your face, and you're able to see every patch of dry skin, scar, and scrape on his delicate pale face. strands of powdery blue hair drape around his face, and he pushes it back with a brutish movement as he takes in the image of you. you fight the urge to reach out and touch him as he speaks again, his breath on your face.

"what else do you know about me then, hmm?"

him being that close to you was overwhelming as fuck, and it takes a minute to reboot your brain and respond.

"well, fuck i don't have my phone" you exclaim as you pat your pockets down.

"need mine?" he slips his out of his hoodie pocket with two fingers and you shake your head shyly. "no thank you" you creak out, and shrug.

"well, basically, you're like, all over social media. and people really love you" you start, and a smirk forms on his face again.

"so, in another world i'm...people like me? in this other world...do i kill all might?" he says excitedly, snaking his long fingers together with a clap.

"well," you start, "sometimes?" you bite your lip, thinking of how to phrase it. "people write stories about you, and draw you, hell, some people even cosplay you..."

"cosplay? like...dress up? like me?" he says shocked, and you respond with a content "mhm!"

"...in your other world, do i win?" he smiles manically and you frown. you know his fate in your world. but maybe, in his, it's different. maybe you can lie to him.

"yes." you recall the recent manga leaks and chapters, and force a smile out. "you win, victoriously. and...you're the best villain!"

he leans back in his seat, a cocky look on his face as he folds his arms. "and society...does it fall?"

"you make it yours, shigaraki" you nod, distracting yourself from the blatant display of his death that replays in your mind.

"excellent" he hisses out. "tell me how i do it".

you shake your head. "i promise i can!" a look of determination overcomes you, your confidence way too high for someone who just got obliterated by a fucking tree branch. "if...if i can join you, i can show you everything from my world and help you" you propose, fighting off the aching in your chest. he glares at you for a moment and purses his lips.

"hmph. i'll consider it" he raises a brow and you respond with a tight, flat grin. he rolls his eyes as you shimmy closer to him. at this point, he hasn't killed you, and fuck it, if you die again, who knows where you'll go.

"did you know that a lot of people want to fuck you?" you blurt out, and he chokes on air.

"WHAT?"

"yeah, and they write about it all the time. and draw it, too. they also think you and dabi are together, sometimes you and spinner, hell i've even seen you and eraserhea-"

"WHAT THE FUCK?" he shouts out, and you laugh. you feel the excitement from before come rushing back, making you slightly delirious next to this definitely unstable and unhealthy villain.

"yeah! in my world, you're like, so hot" you giggle.

"i'm going to need you to shut the fuck up while i process that" he raises a hand and takes a deep breath.

he takes a few seconds, rubbing his temples and sighing. "...in what world would i fuck dabi?"

you laugh, violently, and he grimaces. you cant reply, so you just shrug as your laughter continues to startle him.

"well, a lot of people also think you're," you whisper the next part, "a virgin". he scowls at this and flattens his lips. he doesn't respond, which causes you in your delusional state to scooch closer to him.

"...is that true?" you ask quietly, and he glares at you. you take his silence as a yes, and nod.

"hmm. thought so" you reply with approval, slightly satisfied your favorite headcanon was very much true. he grits his teeth and stands from his seat, stretching a bit before walking away with a huff. you immediately fling yourself off your own seat and follow him.

"you know, that's not a bad thing!" you say behind as he trudges down the hall. he flings open a door and slams it in your face, sending you back a bit. you frown, not realizing how far you've been pushing it. you reach for the doorhandle and somehow, it's not locked. you push the old wood and enter slowly, the smell of dirty laundry and that same citrus smell enveloping your senses. he groans as he meets your gaze and you smile sheepishly.

"hey, sorry, i'm not sure why that of all things bothered you..."

he rolls his eyes and flops onto his bed. the springs creak with exasperation as his weight squishes against the old frame.

"of course an idiot like you wouldn't understand. even in your world i'm still somehow seen as a loser" he grumbles and you bite your cheek. you close and lock the handle behind you, and shuffle over to the bed. you dont sit, but you sway slightly as you watch him. his body is more defined from this angle, you can see the gentle muscles under his tshirt-his hoodie has been flung onto the floor with the rest of the clothes-and his baggy pants fall just low enough to expose his porcelain skin just above the waistband of his boxers. you take him in with a greedy stare as you plan your next response.

"...well, yes, but...we all think it's hot." the words startle him and he sits up slightly.

"we??" his eyes narrow, "you're one of them?"

you cringe and nod slowly. "sorry, shiggy, but if its any consolation" he cuts you off with a snap-

"i should kill you right now and send you back to your other world".

your hands fidget uncomfortably at your sides and you fight the urge to take off sprinting again. seems as though when you died, your proper judgement died with you. you sit slowly on the edge of his worn mattress and raise your hands in defeat.

"i don't think that's how it works. if i die again here, i'll just be sent somewhere else, and then i can't help you". he interjects with a quiet "ughhh", and you shrug. "like i was saying, if its any consolation, everyone who does think you're a virgin just wants to fuck you all the more. so in my world you get like, infinite bitches" you grin, and he frowns again.

"are you also one of those freaks?" he retorts, and you wince.

"hmph. checks out. mystery girl from mystery world shows up and says i, quote, get infinite bitches, and allegedly wants to fuck me" he throws his hands up in defeat. "i don't suppose you actually want that, just the idea of it, hm? i'm sure you get off on your world's portrayal of me. for all i know though, you could be lying, you could be a narc little NPC that works for the heroes, and they sent you to weaken me. i don't think i'll fall for it this time, idiot. get out." he points furiously at the door and you pout, folding your arms.

"fair assumption, but with all due respect, even if i were a spy, i don't think i'd be so stupid as to lock myself in a room with you" you motion to the locked door, and he huffs.

"prove you aren't then." he challenges, and you very quickly oblige. at this rate, you're living a fanfiction fantasy and you're thanking that tree branch more and more. you yank your shirt off and climb into his lap, choking out an exclamation from him. you straddle him and almost immediately feel him harden underneath you, eyes blown wide in shock as you wrap your arms around his frame and plant your lips on his. they're cracked and dry, but you couldn't care less. it feels like death all over again, the swirling static enveloping you as you taste him on you. a sweet twinge of blood and candy and salt coats your tongue as you slip it in past his lips, swallowing him whole. he whines as you tug on his tangled hair, rutting into you from below desperately. his body is already shaking, a silent plea as you grind down into him again, the friction of his rock-hard dick against your already throbbing center causing you to both moan. you cant hide your excitement and desperation as you claw at his back. he pulls away for a moment and shakily points to his hoodie on the floor.

"g-gloves" he chokes out, and you nod. you spring up and reach for the pocket, pulling out two artists gloves and tossing them to him. your hands brush against Father in his pocket and you suck air in through your teeth, completely forgetting about that weird fucking thing. you shake off the strange feeling and turn your attention back to him. he's hastily strapping the gloves on and fiddling with the button on his jeans. you lower yourself down to his crotch, the fabric strained against his length. with a surge of newfound confidence, you bite the button and undo the zip with your teeth, and he gasps at the sudden motion. you silently fist-bump yourself as he shimmies the jeans down his legs, tossing them off the bed. you follow, peeling the fabric off your own body and placing yourself back on top of him. he finally reaches up and squeezes your tits with his gloved hands, groaning at the feeling of them in his hands. his eyes are lit up like stars as he ogles your chest, yanking them out of your bra. you silently chuckle and completely lift the article off of you, and his jaw drops. he looks absolutely blown away, and as he greedily cups your tits and squeezes them, he whimpers underneath you. you feel his cock twitch and you grind slightly against it, and within seconds, he's panting and cumming all over you and himself, crying out a string of vulgarities. you kiss him again as he coats you both in slick, hot beads of cum and he bites your lip in pure craze. you remove yourself from his wet lap and look at him with a soft expression.

"aww, you've made a mess already. your boxers arent even off, shiggy" you whisper out and he balls his fists.

"mmf, fuck you, mystery girl" he mumbles out, and you help him pull his boxers off.

"call me by my name, _________". you plant a chaste kiss to his cheek. as his cock springs free, you audibly gasp.

its much bigger, and much angrier right now, than you typically read about. you take it in your hand and feel it, the soft, delicate skin feeling almost out of place on him. it's surrounded by thick baby blue hair, going up to his navel in a sparse trail. its heavier than you expected, too, as it switches in your palm. the creamy skin of his length is offset by a very sensitive silvery-pink tip, already leaking precum again as you thumb over it, sending pathetic whimpers to escape his lips in a fury. you blink away your greater morals and bring your mouth to it, licking a thick stripe from the base, tasting the slightly salty precum against your lips. he shakes as you slip him into your mouth, stretching your jaw out more then you expected you'd have to.

you begin slowly, keeping a hand twisting around the base as your mouth adjusts to the sheer size of it. slowly, you gain comfort and confidence in your actions, and you let your hand go. you take him further into your mouth with a sharp exhale through your nose, and he grips at your hair. he pushes you down, shuddering, and you bury your nose into the mass of hair, breathing in the aroma of his sweat and warmth. you feel yourself slicken more at this, and you bob your head up and down graciously as he whimpers, your name spilling from his lips a few times between labored breaths. you feel the blood pulsing in his shaft, and you wrap your hand around his balls as they tighten, squeezing them as he shatters into you again, thick ropes streaming into your mouth. his grip tightens on your hair and he shoves you all the way down, gagging you slightly as his cum drips down your throat.

"hnng, f-fuck" he drools as his seed fills your mouth generously, adn you pull off with a sloppy mixture of saliva and cum dripping from your lips. you swallow it feverishly and he shakes, watching as you collapse next to him.

it takes him a moment to speak, and its barely above a whisper when he does.

"_______?" his voice is raspier than before as he says your name, and is thick with desire still. you turn to him, still aching for your own orgasm.

"i'm going to fuck you now" he says, a little louder than before. you look at him with wide eyes and nod, spreading your legs are he peels his tshirt off and centers himself between them. he grips a thigh with his calloused fingers, digging his dirty nails into your skin. you hiss slightly but your back arches at the contact.

"why aren't you afraid of me?" he presses himself against your soaking cunt, leaning in to bite your neck. you gasp and grab his face, bringing him to your lips. waves of desire crash over you as he throbs against you. for a virgin, his stamina is something else.

"because i know that if i die again, i'll at least die happy this time" you admit, and reach a hand down to grab his cock. you center it to your opening, and nod. he presses himself in sharply, without warning, and you shriek out in pain.

"gah, fuck, okay, shigaraki" you put a hand to his chest to slow him, "easy, slow, please". he shakes his head and rams himself back into you, snaking a hand to your throat as he pumps inside of you haphazardly. there's no real rhythm to it yet, and you do your best to adjust to the size of him stretching your tight hole hungrily.

"tomura" he replies through grit teeth, and you moan.

"tomura," you repeat with a desperate sob, "please"

his eyes glaze over and with a newfound glimmer of faith, he grips your hips and begins to slowly rut into you, allowing the both of you to finally adjust. he exhales slowly as he rocks his hips into you, and you grab one of his hands, dragging it to your core.

"try...fuck, tomura, touch me" you plead, and he immediately presses his middle finger to your clit. its hard, almost too forceful, and you pull his hand back. he loses concentration and falls out of rhythm for a moment as you guide his hand around, showing him what feels good. you recall a few stories you had read and get an idea.

"like an analog. thumbstick. fuck. you know what i mean" you stumble out, and he very quickly nods.

"so not like a trigger." he follows, and suddenly, his movements are a lot more fluid. he smirks as he rubs your clit steadily. he begins to thrust back into you shakily, then with harder, longer strokes. he follows your directions as you moan and squirm under him, beads of sweat forming on his forehead and shoulders as he gains momentum, the mattress squeaking rapidly under the both of you.

you feel yourself at your own breaking point, the fire inside of you melting like metal as it fills you, and you sink your nails into his back as you clench even tighter around his merciless cock. he snaps out with a cry and thrusts into you faster, becoming a little unsteady as you soak his length. your body splinters in ecstasy as he drives himself relentlessly into you, orgasm ripping your body like a hurricane. you call his name out like an unholy prayer as you fall from your high, and he throws his head back as his own climax tears through him. you feel it as he rams himself as deep as he can, filling you with sticky cum furiously. his jaw slackens as he huffs and pants, the most angelic sounds emanating from the villain's flustered body.

as you both crash hard, he pulls out slowly with a hiss. his arms turn to jelly as he collapses on top of you, the weight of him crushing the air from you slightly, and you giggle breathlessly. you wrap your arms around his sweaty, shaking frame and kiss the top of his head as he hyperventilates.

he gathers the strength to push himself off of you and rolls onto his back next to you.

"was that real?" he asks, and you chuckle lightly.

"well, as real as i am, i suppose". he shrugs and closes his eyes.

"did you read about this? in your other world?" he asks gingerly, and you turn to him.

"something like this, yeah" you admit, and he nods slowly.

"you can stay, mystery girl, so long as you keep telling me about those things you read. or just show me" he says, and you smile. "oh, and help me kill that all-might fucker."

your eyes flutter shut in pure bliss as his visage interrupts your greater thoughts. if this is what your new life would be like, then perhaps the violent death was worth it.

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this took me like 3 hours to write tbh, i hope its good! i think im gonna cross-post this to ao3 to get the ball rollin. thank u sm for the ask! it was a pleasure (literally) to write this :)

#myposts #mha #bnha #my hero academia #tomura shigaraki #mha shigaraki #tenko shimura #shigaraki x reader #myfics #myoneshots #bnha shigaraki #shigaraki smut

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 months ago

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Jade SSR for Coral Sea hometown event!!! I thought of your account when I first saw the announcement lol

Off topic, but do you know if Port Fest is considered a hometown event? I don’t think it is but I wasn’t sure. I’m just checking because I wanted to see which students have been featured in a hometown event so far and what their cards were to see if there was any indication of who will get an SSR for an event. From what I’ve gathered, there is no pattern (we can blame jamil with his two SSRs).

[Referencing the April 2025 JP schedule!]

Thank you for thinking of me xnsvsksgwibdks

FINALLY 😭 The hometown event I’ve been wanting ever since A Firelit Sky opened up the possibilities… It’s been forever since J word had his previous event SSR too (the Halloween Dress one back in the very first Halloween event ever)!!

Port Fest is not considered a hometown event. The “hometown” event is defined by 1) traveling to a new place outside of Sage’s Island, 2) meeting a new character related to the SSR? and 3) getting a souvenir item. Port Fest does not fit any of these parameters, as it 1) it takes place on a port located on Sage’s Island, 2) no new character is introduced, and 3) there is no souvenir item.

Previous hometown events involved:

A Firelit Sky (Silk City / Najma Viper / Dirty Lamp)

Harveston Sledathon (Harveston / Marja Felmier / Apple Lantern)

Cloudcalling on the Savanna/Tamashina Mina (Sunrise City / Kifaji / Lion Tapestry)

White Rabbit Fest (Clock Town / Dylla Spade / Great Bugle)

Red Carpet Cadets/Tapis Rouge (Maquillaville or Fairest City / Eric Venue / Queen Statuette)

When you say “Jamil had two SSRs”, I’m assuming you meant Yasmina Silk/Silk Adorned Jamil, which dropped with A Firelit Sky and also Applepom Jamil, which came with the Harveston Sledathon rerun? 🤔 He’s not the only one; Vil received a Yasmina Silk/Silk Adorned SSR with the A Firelit Sky rerun, Deuce got a Liongarb SSR with the Cloudcalling on the Savanna/Tamashina Mina rerun. The only pattern (if you can call it that??) that I noticed here is that the characters that got new SSRs upon rerun happen to already have their own hometown events out…? But I don’t think this necessarily means anything since the number we have is so small.)

There are also other instances in which characters got new SSRs with an event rerun or with a second installment to an event. For example:

Outdoor Wear Ruggie, then Outdoor Wear Trey

Fairy Gala Couture Leona, then Fairy Gear Ortho

Beans Camo Azul, then Beans Camo Floyd

Suitor Suit Ace, then Suitor Suit Idia

… So I’m not sure if there’s a pattern as to who gets a hometown event and when, or who gets an event SSR to coincide with reruns or second installments. We always get explanations in-universe as to why specific characters were chosen for the event, but there’s no way to really tell from an irl or meta perspective. Card rarity and timing clearly aren’t good indicators because Jack and Trey have way more event Rs than any other character and there have definitely also been instances where Twst will drop SSRs of the same character only weeks apart from one another.

I think a Briar Valley event is definitely happening in our future; they were probably saving it for after book 7 since that book’s very history heavy. As for Idia and Ortho, we could visit a con or some other location with them (since hometown events aren’t technically all “hometowns”; for example, Maquillaville isn’t Vil’s). The Shrouds are also a branch of the Jupiter family, so it’s entirely possible we meet someone from there. Or it could be a non-family member! Kifaji is, after all, not a Kingscholar but is a significant figure for Leona. I discuss other “hometown” event possibilities here; there’s lots of interesting directions Twst could take!

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candyheartedchy · 4 months ago

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Wanted to talk about my Smurfs self insert and the lore behind her. I may have talked about a few things that’s mentioned in this in the past, but I’m too lazy to look and see old posts of mine. And this is mostly the updated version anyways so here y’all go!

Elizabeth (my self insert) is a daughter of a knight who ends up being forced to work for Hogatha to pay off her father’s debt for a potion/spell that the knight used from the witch. While working for Hogatha, Elizabeth ends up getting constantly belittled and threatened by the witch, making the maiden worry that if she messes up, something bad will happen to her father, mother and siblings.

Elizabeth eventually crosses paths with the Smurfs while in the forest and finds a few of them stuck in a trap set up by Gargamel before getting confronted by the wizard himself and ends up backing the wizard off with a broken off tree branch to protect the Smurfs.

After saving them, the Smurfs then takes her to Papa Smurf who learns that she’s under a magical contact with Hogatha and wants to help her since she helped them. So behind the witch’s back, Elizabeth starts to sneak out to meet up with the Smurfs to try break her contact.

While hanging out with the Smurfs, Elizabeth quickly gets befriended by Smurfette who discovers right away that the human thinks very little of herself, especially her own appearance due to all of Hogatha’s insults on her looks and tries to help her feel better about herself.

Elizabeth suffers from perfectionism and anxiety in fear of disappointing Hogatha and facing the witch’s wrath. This of course concerns Papa Smurf who tries to reassure her that it’s human nature to make mistakes and everything will be okay in the end.

Elizabeth ends up becomes attached to Brainy out of all the Smurfs (much to the confusion of the others) and finds him comforting to be around due to the fact that Brainy does most of the talking and rather have the attention on him since Elizabeth always feel pressured to act or do things perfectly. Brainy at first wants nothing to do with her and finds her to be just some other human that the Smurfs have to deal with, until Elizabeth starts to compliment him which catches him off guard that he starts looking forward to her presence whenever she shows up to the point that he’s sometimes the first smurf to great her (mostly to show off/brag about something he did).

After a while the pair soon starts to realize that they caught feelings for one another and quickly start to panic. It eventually leads to them both kinda keeping it all a secret (not for long lol) and eventually get found out.

With Elizabeth technically becoming a sort of protector of the Smurfs from Gargamel, the wizard soon decides to shrink her one day and forces the maiden to end up having to be the one who needs protection. After a few days had past while Elizabeth is shrunk, Hogatha ends up having to go look for her, furious at the thought that Elizabeth ran out of her contract before finding out Gargamel was behind it and attacks the wizard.

Overall Elizabeth does get her contract eventually broken and goes back to her normal size, but will occasionally shrink herself from time to time :]

#❤️ brainybeth ❤️#<- mentioned a bit so tagging it lol #self ship #self insert #💬 chy chatter 💬

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moremaybank · 2 years ago

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AIN’T A LONELY CHRISTMAS SONG — j.m

pairing: dad!jj maybank x mom!reader warnings: sexual innuendos (sort of), jj being a tad mistletoe obsessed, your daughters get into a tiny disagreement, mentions of pregnancy, i think that's it author's note: so i was trying to stay away from using names, but it was getting repetitive saying your older daughter and your younger daughter over and over so i gave them names. hopefully you find them cute LOL. also, this isn't technically part of my holiday event, but i wanted to write this to sort of kick things off ♡︎ naughty or nice ! ౨ৎ

“C’mon, pretty girl. It’s getting hard holdin’ on like this. You sure it’s not too big?”

“We just need to finesse it a bit. Nudge it a little to the left ‘n then we can slide it in.”

Beads of sweat started to form on JJ's forehead. His muscles were starting to cramp and he had to hold his breath to make sure he didn’t physically combust. “Okay, baby. How ‘bout now? ‘M I good?”

“Yeah. Okay. You’re good.”

With a collective heave, JJ pushed while you pulled, but the oversized tree seemed determined to resist. Then, after numerous strategic twists and turns, you managed to get the tree inside of your shared home. Needles of pine littered across your wooden floors like confetti.

JJ chuckled as he looked at the slightly dishevelled tree. “Well, you said you wanted the entryway to look memorable, right?”

You sent a glare his way. “Not what I meant, J.”

Soon, you heard the pitter-patter of tiny feet against your stairs, followed by two adorably shocked gasps. Your older daughter Avery sprinted down the steps, her little sister Elle hot on her trail as they rushed over to the two of you.

“Woah! Big tree!”

“Big tree,” Elle echoed in agreement. JJ crouched down, scooping her into his brawny arms and lifting her so she could get a better look. She reached out, her small fingers brushing against one of the branches and she retreated with a curious and excited squeal.

“Yeah, I think Mama went a little overboard. You agree?”

Avery clung to your side, her arms circling your hips as her chubby cheek smushed against your thigh. Big blue eyes gleam as they stare up into yours. “I think it’s perfect.”

You broke out into a smile, smoothing out some of the frizz on the top of her head. “Me too. Daddy just doesn’t see our vision.”

JJ rolled his eyes at that.

—

Soon enough, Christmas music swirled through the air, and the sweet fragrance of your festive candle made your home smell like its own winter wonderland.

JJ used his manpower to retrieve all of your decorations from your basement, earning a sweet but fleeting kiss from you before you lugged it all over to the tree.

Boxes upon boxes of ornaments and other decor littered around the room, messily so as your girls dove in with eagerness. Their decorating skills were definitely…questionable, but neither of you could deny how adorable they looked as they overflowed the tree with everything they could find.

JJ instantly recognized that caliber of enthusiasm, knowing that his gorgeous girls had no doubt inherited it from their mom. The woman of his dreams had passed on everything he loved about her to their children, and it warmed his heart.

“Look at this, babe,” you said, peering at your husband over your shoulder.

JJ abandoned his place on the couch, crouching down beside you to get a look at what you were showing him. It was an ornament, a very worn one. Inside laid a picture of the two of you, huddling together with bright, toothy grins and Santa hats on your heads. You couldn’t have been more than twelve years old at the time. Your parents had invited JJ to stay over for Christmas, knowing full well that Luke wouldn’t try to give him much of a memorable day. They’d gone over the top, getting double the amount of presents and matching pyjama sets for the both of you. You’d crafted gingerbread houses (in which JJ had tried to make a competition out of it and lost severely), drank copious amounts of hot chocolate, and watched Christmas movies until you slumped together on the couch in deep slumber.

JJ smiled fondly. Those times were so precious to him, then and now. He’d just started to recognize that he was nursing a crush on you, and being with you at your favourite time of the year only made him fall for you more. Sure, he was just a kid in middle school. But that didn’t mean he was too young to realize how much adoration he held for you in his heart.

“You were so cute,” you gushed, turning your face to him so you could kiss his cheek. “Baby JJ.”

He arched a brow. “You sayin’ I’m not cute anymore?”

A laugh bubbled from your throat. “Of course not. But look at those cheeks. So squishy.” You pinched one of his cheeks, maybe a tad too hard, and he shoved your hand away, massaging the soreness away.

“Ouch, baby.”

You leaned in to plant another kiss on the apple of his cheek but were interrupted when a sudden and spirited fight broke out between your daughters. Both of your heads snapped toward them, your shared bubble of love now popped.

“I want the star!” Elle insisted, clutching onto the golden tree topper with all her little might.

“No fair! You did it last time!” Avery’s arms crossed over her chest and she stomped as her tantrum began to surface.

JJ, sensing the inevitable meltdown about to ensue, intervened with his signature, charming grin. The one that had convinced you to marry him and had managed to give you two beautiful children. “Alright, ‘lil ladies. There’s no need to fight. You can both do it together, yeah? Can you do that?”

JJ’s hands reached out, tickling each of their sides and watching their twin frowns dissolve into smiles. Giggles filled the air and warmth bloomed in your chest instantly.

“Okay, Daddy,” Elle spoke, giving in to her favourite person in the world. Her eyes drifted onto her sister. “‘M sorry, Avey.”

“That’s real nice of you, Ellie,” JJ praised, kissing her temple. Then his gaze moved onto her sister. “How ‘bout you, Aves?”

Your eldest nodded, now looking bashful. Avery, ever the sweetest (despite her occasional outbursts), caved in the moment her little sister’s nickname for her hit her ears. “I’m sorry too. We can be a team.”

Your smile grew larger, making your face sore.

You and JJ had been through it all together. From friends to lovers, and everything in between. He’d plucked his heart out of his chest and handed it to you on a silver platter without thinking twice about it. The power of his love was almost surreal. But the most magical thing you got to witness while being with him was watching him transform into an amazing father. Sure, he was a goofball who was constantly bouncing off the walls with all that energy pumping through his veins twenty-four-seven, but when it came to your little girls, he was a natural. Hell, your theory was proven to be right yet again when he handled that impending tantrum with just the flash of his smile.

“What are you lookin’ at, goof?”

JJ’s voice broke you out of your daze. He was standing now, each of your girls propped up on both of his hips as he carried them. Avery and Elle eyed you curiously while their hands both held the golden star.

You gave him a shrug, walking over to them. Your arms wrapped around all three of them as best as you could manage. “You’re all just so lovely.”

JJ burned to kiss you. He almost did. But when Elle whined about how her arm was getting tired from holding the tree topper up, he was returned to reality.

The kiss can wait, he thought.

“Alright, my little star commanders. Let’s do this thing.”

He carefully stepped up onto the stool sitting in front of the large tree, and with a team effort, Avery and Elle strategically placed the star at the very top. They clapped and cheered together, high-fiving in victory once JJ stepped down and back to let them admire their work.

“Nice work, babies. You killed it.”

—

You passed through the living room and into the kitchen, taking note of the mistletoe that your husband had sneakily hung in the doorway. You shook your head, smiling to yourself as you headed over to the cupboard to grab some mugs and the hot chocolate mix. As you waited for the milk to warm up, your eyes landed on the alternate entrance into the kitchen. More mistletoe dangled from the doorframe. You knew without a doubt that you’d find it in every entryway that adorned your home.

You made all four cups, completing them with dollops of whipped cream and chocolate shavings. You placed them on your wooden tray, but before you could pick it up and bring it to your family, strong arms wrapped around your frame. The owner’s chin dropped onto your shoulder after leaving a kiss there.

“Hi, Mama,” he rasped. You could hear the mischievous grin in his tone. “These look amazing.”

“I figured we deserved something sweet for all our hard work,” you responded. You turned around in his hold, your hands running up the lengths of his arms and coming to a stop on his shoulders. “Nice job with the mistletoe, by the way.”

He shrugged casually, but his smirk only grew wider. “Can’t be out here wasting any opportunities. Y’know I can’t live without your kisses.”

“Mhm.”

“Hey. ‘M serious. Gotta be prepared.” JJ pulled something from his pocket, and his arm raised over your heads. “See? Prepared.”

You laughed softly, leaning up to peck his lips. “You don’t need to carry that around. I’ll kiss you any time you want.”

“That a promise?”

“The biggest promise, Maybank. Those lips are mine.” You granted him another kiss, this one languid and loving. “Now let’s go check up on our troublemakers. It’s way too quiet in there.”

—

The four of you settled in on your couch, the fireplace glowing and providing a coziness to the room. You all found refuge under one of your thick, fluffy blankets, with both girls plopped in yours and JJ's laps. The soft, golden cast of the lights on your tree illuminated the room enchantingly.

Avery nestled against JJ, her head resting comfortably on his chest, while Elle found a cozy spot in your hold. The familiar tune of Where Are You, Christmas filled the room, Cindy Lou Who’s sweet voice carrying out the lullaby that seemed to put everyone at ease.

As the plot unfolded, the Grinch was giving a dramatic monologue at the annual Whobilation festival in Whoville. Even with all the chaos ensuing as the he burned the town tree and destroyed the celebration, Avery’s eyes drooped, and Elle’s rhythmic breathing told you that she was already fast asleep. You shifted her into a more comfortable position gently and looked over at JJ. His eyes were fixated on the sleeping girls, a soft smile playing on his rosy lips.

“I’ve dreamt of nights like this.” His voice carried in a whisper, careful not to wake the kids up.

“Yeah?”

He nodded, his expression clear with contentment. “Yeah. When I was younger, I’d just sit ‘n imagine what it’d be like to have a home, a family…all of this. Luke never gave me any of that.”

His arms tightened around Avery, who curled into his chest further in her sleep. “Never thought I’d have this, y’know? Never thought I’d get to call you my wife — I still can’t believe I get to call you that, by the way. Or have a real home, a real family. I love you guys more than I ever thought I could.”

“We love you. The girls are crazy about you, ‘n so am I. We’re so lucky to have you, baby.” You extended your arm toward him, placing your hand on his shoulder and giving him a comforting squeeze.

He shook his head. “Nah. I’m lucky. You made this real for me. I never thought I deserved any of this, but you never stopped trying to convince me that I could have it all. This is all ‘cause of you, pretty girl.”

“It was a team effort,” you assured him. “The house, the girls. Our life. This was both of us.”

“When you talk like that, it makes me wanna give you another baby.”

You bit your lip through an uneasy smile. “I don’t think it’s gonna take that much work…”

His blonde brows pulled together in confusion. “Huh?”

“I’m pregnant.”

JJ’s eyes widened once the words sank in, showcasing a mixture of surprise and overwhelming joy. His smile was so bright that it gave your decorated tree some tough competition.

“Really?” He whispered, breathless.

You nodded, your smile mirroring his. He’d always had that effect on you, always had such contagious enthusiasm. “Yeah. Looks like we’re getting our dream again.”

With a lack of better judgment, JJ let out a whoop of excitement that echoed throughout the room. He had temporarily forgotten about the peaceful slumber that had taken over your girls. “Fuck yeah!”

You giggled softly, placing a finger on your lips and shushing him. “Shh. You’re gonna wake them.”

He half-ignored your words, leaning in to kiss you deeply. “‘M sorry,” he mumbled against your lips. “‘M just excited.”

“It’s okay, babe. I’m happy you’re happy.”

Your head tilted, resting on his shoulder. You settled further into the couch, feeling the warmth of the joyful news you’d just shared. JJ swore to himself that he didn’t think he could get any luckier, but in a matter of mere moments, he learned that he was wrong. Your family was expanding, and there was more love to be shared. Love he didn’t even know he had in him. Each time you have a child, it grows more and more, yet it still shocks him every time it appears on his doorstep.

JJ’s head rested against yours after he kissed your hair. If this was how he’d live out the rest of his days — surrounded by the beautiful family you two had created together, he’d never want for anything else. His dream came true, now four times over.

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fomfarms · 2 months ago

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Oh alright! Well in that case, allow me to offer my humble request, personally for my Farmer, I like to imagine that they used to be a princess turned adventurer after being exiled. I don't know too much about the worldbuilding of FoM other than what's been revealed by the devs/game, so I've just had them be from Caldosia (believe it or not I'm guessing with the actual name of the empire cuz their only mentioned through Caldosian)

Anyway, if it's not too much, I guess I'd like to know how u think the cast would take that? Would they actually give a shit? Yknow the works

Though to be more specific I'll request specifically the Bachelors/ettes + Cal, apologies of this ask was a bit long

My Farmer is also from a disgraced branch of a noble family! (long story, short version she's technically a Hawthorne) So I've actually thought about this a bit!

But okay, boiled down,

How would the Bachelors and Bachelorettes react to the farmer being disgraced/exiled royalty!

Adeline:

a bit shocked

she feels like she should've known, either by mannerisms or just by name

but over all she cares about as much as the farmer does

which is to say, your previous title is neutral to her, but your feelings on the matter she actually cares very deeply about

would def try and talk woes of being in a position of power

Balor:

A lot shocked actually!

He never would've guessed it, you seem so down to earth!

Finds it pretty fascinating, if only cause that's one hell of a story to tell

I think some part of him thought about how previously he might've seen you as a mark but now he honestly could never do that to you and he mostly comes away from it all really reflective about how much has changed for him since coming to Mistria and how much he's changed

ultimately he's bound and determined to pay it little mind

you as a person are far more valuable to him than any title you once held

(...it's still KINDA cool though to hang out with a disgraced royal lol)

Caldarus:

very surprised

he never would have guessed

asks a lot of questions about your life as a royal and what royalty is like now and what your country was like

feels like you two have a new found point of comradery, since he also seems to have fallen from grace

at least he thinks

it's all a little hazy

he's mostly just curious and sympathetic

he hopes his questions aren't too bothersome for you...

Celine:

extremely shocked

a little flustered

torn between if she can still treat you like a close friend or if she should be more proper

ultimately falls on treating you like a close friend, cause that's what you are to her

does think the whole ordeal is wildly dramatic and romantic

but also hopes it wasn't too traumatize of an experience for you...

what kind of flowers say 'sorry for the loss of your crown'???

Eiland:

super shocked which is ironic cause I think out of everyone he cares the least??

at least he cares the least the fastest

WHOA! REALLY?! Uh--- neat I guess! :)

I think at first it doesn't really matter to him

but on reflection he actually thinks maybe he kinda knows the feeling

the pressure, the dismissal, the way on some level you might feel like you've failed

ultimately though he goes back to not really caring

I mean, he cares A LOT about your feelings

but he's actually kinda glad you ended up in Mistria

even if the way you got here wasn't the best, his life has only gotten better since having you around

(it's maybe a little selfish, but it is how he feels...)

Hayden:

pleasantly shocked

never would've guessed it since you're such a natural at farming

a bit curious, def shyly asks if he can ask you questions

doesn't think too too much of it though

he knows what it's like to be around someone of great lineage (Henrietta)

Juniper:

goes back and forth with feeling as though she should be impressed and disappointed

on the one hand, you're a ROYAL

on the other hand, you're a DISGRACED royal

boo

this could've been fun

well if you have any strings you could still pull she wouldn't mind knowing

oh, and if you need someone cursed for dethroning you or your family, she'd like to know that too

gotta stay in your good graces, just in case ;)

(it's def not cause she's always wanted to put a massive curse on a bloodline for a friend)

March:

yeah so??

you were royal once, but you're a farmer now

and it's not like he even knew you back when you were royality, so he's not gonna treat you any different

even if you were royal, that doesn't earn you THAT many points anyway

(low key though, he's a little intimidated)

(also confused about how to feel)

(whatever, who cares)

Reina:

WHAT?

REALLY?!

SHE WANTS ALL THE DETAILS /NOW/!!

She also wants to know what the strangest thing you've eaten is!

and the best!

what kind of stuff do you even cook for royalty???

THE KITCHEN IN A PALACE MUST BE AMAZING!!

TELL HER EVERYTHING!!!!

(also low key, high key, she thinks it's sooo romantic! Like something out of a novel!!)

Ryis:

a little shell shocked

not sure how to act around you for a bit

he thought that Adeline and Eiland would be the most 'important' people he'd ever talk to

and here you are telling him your royalty??

or used to be???

crazy

wild

honestly the shock only lasts about a day or two though

when he thinks about it, nothing about you has really changed

you're a part of the town now so, even if he didn't know how you were before, he knows how you are now

and that matters to him more anyways

Valen:

surprised, but it also all makes sense now

she always wondered how someone whose seemingly a rolling stone with little money to speak of was so well taken care of

you're extremely healthy and your teeth are basically perfect

she is a little fascinated about what kind of health care a royal gets

and if there's anything more outlandish the passes between court doctors

but honestly this changes nothing for her

you're still her friendly neighborhood farmer

#fields of mistria #fom #fields of mystria farmer #ruby talks #fom adeline #fom balor #fom caldarus #fom celine #fom eiland #fom hayden #fom juniper #fom march #fom reina #fom ryis #fom valen #also for the record Elsie thinks this is the most exciting and romantic thing she's heard in YEARS #she might have to send this plot off to her favorite author because your life MUST be a book!

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thanostherappersupremacy · 2 months ago

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About the Headcannon/Fan Theory that Branch is Autistic.

I first started thinking it a few years ago after I watched TBGO for the first time I didn't used to interact much with the fandom online back then.

but after I started doing so I was kinda pleasantly surprised to find out there were other people who thought the same I mainly have the HC about Tv show Branch.

due to certain behaviours and Traits specific to the shows but there are still signs for the movie version as well someone even did multiple youtube videos pointing the signs out.

anyway I figured the easiest way to talk about this is to go over the most common signs of Autism as is stated by NHS on their websites that could apply to him.

tho obviously everyone's different someone not having a few of these signs doesn't mean they aren't autistic

( also just noting this is a HC mainly for fun )

Getting Anxious in social situations and finding it hard to make friends or preferring to be on your own

plenty of examples sure its also in large part due to the amount of time he spent avoiding people in his youth but it easily can be taken as an A sign as well.

in the episode "" Mr Glittercakes "" he invents a fake person just so he can have an excuse to blow off multiple social events and we see he tires of being social pretty quickly and easily.

in "" Fun Branch "" hanging out with the snack pack in his Home proves to be too tiring and stressful not to mention him stressfully micro managing everyone at his party at the start of "" Bye Bye Bunker ""

also in "" Two's a Cloud "" he was shown being pretty overwhelmed by spending too much time with people and also due to "" too much affection ""

I swear I will never get tired of that clip 😂😂😂😂 anyway it also ties in to the next common sign.

Aversion to Physical Contact.

again not every person on the spectrum has it but it is fairly common Branch improves after the first film.

but during the first film he'd literally Rather go to Bergen town with Poppy and Risk being eaten than stay in his safe Bunker and have to put up with Hug times from the other Villagers 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

and in TBGO he's still fairly averse to them when they travel the multiple dimensions the others are all Horrified when they come across the universe where no one knows what a Hug is

but Branch smugly suggests he's fine with the thought of them staying in that universe before the others drag him away lol.

also in the clip above he seems to have a mini freak out over too much Hugging and even stims a little from the looks of things.

Liking to plan things carefully before doing them.

bit fat yes in "" Peril Patch "" when playing Golf he planned out every minor detail obsessively before taking a single shot.

in "" Branch Bum "" he carefully planned out every detail of their Trip and was only actually concerned with the journey there and the journey back lol.

Not understanding Various social Cues.

this one kinda depends since Pop Troll society is so different from our own but given how in that world its Technically the Norm it does make Branch's lack of understanding a social failing on his part.

such as suggesting cutting the Twins Hair when they were having a Disagreement and Poppy stating that was a Social Cue most people would know.

plus in "" Eye'll Be Watching You "" when Poppy said she needed to think about it first before he could put his safety plants around the village

Branch mistook that to mean she would just think about it for a few seconds then and there and proceeded to stare at her with an adorable smile lol.

also just him doing generally odd stuff in public like screaming about how they will all die when the water dries up in "" Laugh Out Cloud "" and ya know Harvesting Baby Tears 😂😂😂😂😂😂

in "" The Makeunder "" where Branch Teaches Lownote how to act more like him so he can be less social and cool at Guy Diamond's party.

the things Branch tells him to do includes

1. avoiding eye contact during conversation and then overcompensating with an uncomfortable amount of intense eye contact.

2. talking on and on about your own interests not paying any mind to how Bored the other people who your talking to may be.

3. and doing things things such as laughing at inappropriate times when people are talking

aka showing the wrong emotional responses to specific situations and interactions. all of which are things which could be signs in certain individuals.

having a very fixated keen interest in a certain subject and area of expertise.

I'd consider his whole love of safety and traps aka engineering as well given he also builds other stuff such as helping build the Train the "" Cakes on a Train "" episode of Trollstopia.

and various devices such as the machine to pick what their new Holiday will be all of his various complex traps and of course Gary.

Poppy literally Refers to him as a safety nerd in the Birthday episode where she throws him a party where he gets to be the lifeguard its so friggin cute 💖💖💖💖

sure in large part its also due to his past Trauma but it kinda works as both imo he deffo takes a keen interest in this stuff beyond just feeling the need to do it for safety given he actively enjoys it.

also Trouble getting your tone of voice to match what your trying to say can be a sign,

which we see in one of my favourite moments ever from the first episode of Trollstopia where he tries to be genuine and supportive only to sound like he's being Rude and Sarcastic.

anyway those are some reasons and also moments that made me HC him as Autistic I'm not saying it was the writers intent or anything.

I think its more likely just a happy accident that he was written in such a way that some of the fandom interpreted him as having Autism.

anyway thanks for reading if your a fellow fan who has this HC I'd be curious to hear what it was about Branch or what specific moments made you start Head cannoning him as such?

#First repost of this Blog and looking back I still very much like this HC as Tv show Branch was deffo very relatable at times #and he was the first ever character I had an autistic HC about so it kinda has a special place in my Heart I guess 💝💝.#dreamworks trolls #trolls branch #branch trolls #trolls dreamworks #trollstopia #trolls the beat goes on #trolls tbgo #trolls trollstopia #trolls headcanons

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weepingtalecowboy · 5 months ago

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Time is legend's successor (egg =chicken paradox way )

Fanfic prompt: A thing I noticed about the timeline is the fact that several entries are missing from the current version of the timeline

And with echoes of wisdom also existing

I just had a funny gruesome take on the timeline

Considering that in link to the past there are literally two endings (which already creates a different branch in the downfall timeline if we talk technicality)

Being one where link beats the hell out of the four shades of the four swords palace and snatched the four sword as an accessory (if you buy four swords adventure for the gba as well as link to the past)

And the other being the normal run of link to the past without the bonus temple

Like technically that already would break the timeline up into more branches (for the downfall timeline)

So what if echoes of wisdom and adventure of link lay on those two timelines lol

Like one where the total downfall happened being adventure of link

And one with echoes of wisdom that had an opportunity to regain its power… and also beat the shit out of null

That way both fit in while also taking the bonus temple into consideration

With that what if echo and hyrule are both legend's successors the same way that twilight , wind and legend are time's

Why, because angst is hilarious images how disappointed hyrule will be when he realizes that he isn’t just a disappointing successor but that there is a timeline where a much better successor came over and there never was a problem with fixing stuff

And legend feeling even worse because hyrule would never have to fix anything if he simply did better… like he clear did in echo's timeline

Like the possibilities were not a problem until echo came around and both noticed that legend COULD do better

That it wasn’t destiny for Legenda to fail and hyrule to fall

That there is just a timeline legend DID fail and hyrule ended up falling

Just hyrule and wind bonding over a failed timeline where everything is a mess (either over run with monsters or just straight up drowned by the goddesses)

And legend and time also bonding over failing so horrendously that it isn’t even funny

But it could get even worse seeing as it is theorized that the downfall timeline was the original timeline and the complete downfall of hyrule was destined

But what if it gets more insane and the timeline where echoes of wisdom is in was the original one

AND the other timeline was the one that annihilated the timeline into a time tree mess of a garden

The goddess hates meddling afterall

Seeing as how an entire timeline was just drowned duo to lullabies trigger happy use of the ocarina lol

Like the wish that gave the hero of time a second chance NOT being part of the original timeline

(it happening in the palace timeline because link met the hero of the four sword and realized that much more people suffered from ganon instead just reviving people close to him would also fit thematically because reviving everyone you ever knew suffered and reviving everyone including the hero of the past who ended up being some random child would be different wishes as one meddles with time )

So the mess of a timeline just happening because legend met four at some point and wanted to save the hero before him as well

Accidentally splitting the timeline into two

Just for time to dip out of another because ganon was too destructive and lullaby thought it was a good idea and that again splitting the timeline

Now there are the three anomalies and the original timeline

Making it four branches (until flora makes it into five because fruit gummy)

Two for legend and two for time leaving only flora's creative project

Like the angst of everything being legend getting creative and time being his successor in this very creativity (while flora did an entirely different job at creativity)

We need more time being legend's successor while legend also has hyrule and echo as successor’s and technically also wind and twilight fics because the potential is indeed endless and hilarious

Like legend being the first ever person to annihilate hylia's precious timeline then time following his example and then wind, twilight, hyrule and echo being the results is hilarious to think about while flora is in the background in a completely different time tree

#linked universe #lu legend #lu wind #lu time #lu hyrule #lu echo #link to the past #palace of the four sword #adventure of link #ocarina of time #lu twilight #twilight princess #wind waker #legend messes up like crazy #time following his lead #while the other timelines have no idea how it happened #lu flora

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tokillamockingbird427 · 4 months ago

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Decided COD doesn't know jack shit about the military (late to the party ik) so I've also decided to entirely rewrite the whole way the Ghosts/STALKER are structured because FUCK they don't work as ANYTHING. They're not a gdamn task force, they're not a company, platoon, etc, they have next to no proper military structure!!! So I've decided they're just a PMC.

Like they probably were a company or task force or whatever pre Sand Viper but then in post the army/whoever was like "Yeah no we can't get a waiver for that." to the survivors and let them go officially but also decided they were too good at their jobs to actually say "Goodbye" to and let/made them form their own PMC and then hired them forever. Yk? Would explain the weird command structure because they're ex-military so they're clingy to old titles and also the whole mixed branches thing. You have a Navy Seal, a goddamn Green Beret, and some Force RECON guy??? Technically the mixed branch thing would be fine in a Task Force but still there's the weird ass command structure. Like apparently Captains = Company, Lieutenant = Platoons, Staff Sgt = Squad. So. What the fuck.

Does this mean the military discharges it's own guys for their PMC side chick they can sic on the Federation to do outrageous shit? Yea. I like to think they enjoy the legal loophole too. Oh no, the "Ghosts" committed war crimes??? Oh nah we just hired them, we didn't order them to do that lol. Not our fault! We told them to do the broader objective of recon but we didn't tell them to carpet bomb a facility! Or explode an oil rig that definitely caused and ecological disaster!

I like to think the Federation does the same shit too. Like Rorke is the commander of a PMC but he's still not apart of the formal military. So the Federation can also go "What war crimes? Oh we didn't ask for that. Not our fault." when Rorke does His Thing. Who ordered a skyscraper to get demolished over a mass grouping of civilians in a high density area during a national holiday? Not us. Why would we do that? Those are our folks.

#like am I wrong? you're gonna look at me and tell me that I'm WRONG?#hehehehe #the waiver joke is so gdamn funny to me ahdahdh #call of duty #call of duty ghosts #elias walker #gabriel rorke #fuck ur fuckin task fuck force

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bobbydagen24 · 12 days ago

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I had a thought but if the first Trolls movie got the live action remake treatment in the not too far future then what things do you think it could potentially improve on from the original film?

So I just saw the How to train your dragon remake recently

( I'll admit I got nostalgia suckered 😂😂 since I was a kid when the original came out and thus seeing this new version after not having seen the original since I was younger brought up some nice feelings )

so this got me thinking about the idea of the first Trolls movie potentially getting the live action remake treatment sometime in the next few years

I know it isn't particularly old but lets be honest DreamWorks and Disney don't really care about that kinda stuff lol I mean they're remaking Moana despite that also being from 2016 so it isn't impossible for Trolls.

and while I do agree with the general consensus that these Remakes are mostly pointless I do think a potential Remake of Trolls would be interesting to talk about

just in regards to what kinda changes you think would be neat to see if it did get a Remake?

( either actual live action or just "" Live action "" CGI similar to the lion king remake )

so what do you think would be some good changes and additions you'd maybe like to see if the first movie did get this treatment?

I was thinking maybe it'd be kinda cool if the movie played up the Horror of the Bergens a bit more like made them more visually intimidating

and framed Chef's arrival in the village in a more sinister classic monster movie type way where we don't see full shots of her body but instead only parts of her and maybe she isn't even heard talking during this scene.

so like I said adding a bit more of a classic Horror element to the Bergens before they get humanised to the audience Via Gristle Jr and Bridget later in the movie.

also I think it'd be nice if Chef being the one who killed Branch's Grandma was actually acknowledged a little as its technically canon but the original movie never really brings it up

but I think there is some interesting ways they could do this either

Branch does in fact Remember Chef from the day his Grandma was taken and this could be used to foreshadow his backstory a bit earlier on the film like maybe when Poppy goes to his Bunker to ask him for help in rescuing her friends she happens to mention that the Bergen who took them was wearing a Chef's uniform which immediately catches Branch's attention for a second but Poppy doesn't question him on this at the time. and later on when they both are spying on the Bergens from above Branch Apon seeing Chef again actually flat out has some sorta panic attack or just freezes in place unresponsive to Poppy for a minute until she's able to help him calm down but again it'd subtly foreshadow his backstory reveal and acknowledge his past with Chef.

or they could have it be the case where Branch doesn't actually remember her straight away due to being so young and having somewhat blocked out the traumatic memory so later on when he finally sees her again maybe something similar as in my other idea happens but Branch is kinda triggered and has some flashbacks with this again serving as a bit of foreshadowing for his backstory reveal later on and maybe it even leads to Branch trying to convince Poppy to leave Bergentown in a panic after he suddenly remembers who Chef is tho Poppy doesn't know at the time exactly why he's so scared all of a sudden when he was fine with the rescue mission before.

also another thing a Remake could potentially change for the better is Creeks writing where it could either do a better job of making it seem like he had other choices so his betrayal is less understandable

( and also just have him suffer less overall so his Role in the story feels less mean spirited )

or just portray him as a more Redeemable character overall like have him appear more conflicted during the betrayal and then have him be given a second chance at the end

maybe after plucking up some courage to help save Poppy and Branch from Chef during the climax and her fate remains the same since she works fairly well as an irredeemable Villain.

anyway what about you? what are some changes and additions you think would be neat for a potential Remake of the first movie to add?

#dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls dreamworks #trolls creek #trolls bergens #trolls chef

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jerk-bitch-idjit-assbutt · 6 months ago

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How to Fix Ilvermorny

Issue:

One School for ALL of America??

Fix:

A seperate school for each state. (more detail under the cut, i've put too much thought into this)

Ilvermorny STARTED OUT as a single school is Massachusetts, founded by Morigan and her family. At the time (1620) this was perfectly fine. “America” was still just the 13 colonies. Which is still pretty large and could have likely used a few more schools to manage well, I imagine a witch from Ireland wouldn't have really thought of that. Especially since she canonically didn't intend to found a wizarding school from the get-go. She was just trying to teach her sons. Other little wizards and witches slowly made their way there, and she decided to try her hand at teaching them too, and the school grew from there.

Now, as America grew in size and population… One school ain’t gonna cut it for long. I’m sure we’ve all seen the maps that compare the size of the UK to the size of the US. (If you haven't, look it up, its pretty funny. Texas alone is bigger than the whole country.) The expansion didn’t happen overnight, but i imagine at some point the Ilvermorny staff would have had an “oh fuck” moment, having way too many students and way too little space, and they needed a solution FAST.

My solution? Ilvermorny School of Magic is one school, technically. One curriculum, one main campus, one overarching school leadership. However, every state (other than Massechusets, which is where the main campus is located) has it’s own satellite school or branch campus. Idk which term is more accurate. Essentially, every american wizard goes to Ilvermorny. It’s just “Ilvermorny of Pennsylvania,” “Ilvermorny of Texas,” “Ilvermorny of Washington,” etc etc. All of these schools function basically the same with only a few minor differences based on the cultures of where their from. They all have the same four houses, mostly the same structure, the same general curriculum and content.

This solution also allows for worldbuilding that would further differentiate American wizarding society from British wizarding society (because i’ve always felt a little iffy on how it kinda seemed like the US corner of the wizarding world was just a british author being like “haha look at the americans trying to copy us cause we’re cooler,” yknow?)

FOR EXAMPLE

Quidditch is still a big thing here, yeah? I think thats a pretty agreed upon fandom thing. (I’m also playing around with maybe we gave it a different name, to mirror the “soccer/football” divide lol, but for now lets call it Quidditch for ease.) Every state school has it’s own Quidditch team, and rather than playing against the other houses, you play against the other schools. Which means… y’all know how the South treats college football?

Yeah. When Quidditch season starts, we are invested. We are locked in. Oh, your kid made the school Quidditch team? You’re bragging about that shit. You’re traveling to all the games. I don't care if their playing in Alaska, you’re going. Your kid didn't make the team? Doesn't matter! You’re still so fucking invested. Signs in the front yard, foam fingers, jerseys, posters, bitching about how the ref must have been blind because how in the world did Ilvermorny Illinois beat Ilvermorny Georgia? There are rivalries, too, and they are INTENSE. And they 100% mirror the state rivalries that already exist in muggle US culture. (And yes, i’m using muggle instead of no-maj. Cause no-maj sounds dumb as hell.)

ALSO

The size and prestige of each Ilvermorny campus depends solely on the population (and general wealth) of the state that they are in. California has a gigantic school that is practically it’s own fucking town at this point. Rhode Island, on the other hand? They pretty much only have their own school for principles sake, they could probably have been looped into Ilvermorny Connecticut or Ilvermory Massechusettes without causing too much of a problem. But if every other state gets their own, Rhode Island kind of has to as well. This also means theres totally conversations that happen when you meet someone from another Ilvermorny that’s just comparing campuses. Like you’re telling me you had Three whole quidditch pitches?! And how many students per graduating class?? Jesus. (Think the conversation you have between small town kids and big city kids.)

(There was also definitely some fucked-up complications when segregation and “separate but equal” happened, but i dont want to get into the politics of it all, that’s a whole different post that someone with more knowledge can make.)

Anyways, that’s my two cents. I have more ideas, more issues with Ilvermorny that i want to find ways to fix and flesh out, but this post in long enough already.

#harry potter #ilvermorny #harry potter meta #american wizarding world #wizarding world #wizarding society #ilvermorny school of magic #harry potter fandom #harry potter headcanon #long post

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