My Headcanons for Societyboy!
I tried giving him features the other boys didn't have, like eyes that are downcast and a hooked nose. I also gave him adult braces because I thought it was a cute mental image to have this angry douchebag arguing over people and getting self-conscious when you stare at his teeth and laugh. He had pretty black hair that he thought was too boring to get your attention again, so he tried bleaching and coloring it himself, ending up with this. He doesn't take care of it, his hair is a mess aah. Also, he's self conscious of Quest because he has a skinny little body and that man is 😳
I have a bit of writing on him that I'm not sure I'll actually get to finish, but my take on our ex is:
He's an egocentric loser we confessed to first at the end of junior year of high school. He accepted because it meant he had bragging rights over his other friends. You stay together through senior year, the excuse of you both being busy trying to get into college truimphed over any actual intimacy taking place (most of your dates were just you watching him play a game in his room or studying).
Finally it was over, you both got accepted into the same college, graduated, and over the summer, you both prepped to move into your dorms (seperate). As the first year went on, you both made separate friend groups. Slowly, he started feeling uneasy. He realized there was a good chance you might leave him with so many new people in your life, and so much time spent apart; to combat this, he kept insisting on you following him to his hang outs, or staying over at his dorm instead.
You didn’t mind him becoming clingy at first; he had always felt very independent from youbin highschool, and he wouldn't care about stuff like cuddling and holding hands together before. This was nice.
But it only got worse as the years trickled by, and he became very demanding. You were slowly becoming an island, unable to hold friendships without upsetting him, relying on him, and being left behind anywahs when he spent his time with his own group. You graduated, and lasted a few months living together before you finally snapped and broke things off.
He was furious. He didn't think he did anything wrong and thought the progression of things was just how relationships were meant to be. He convinced himself that you were only throwing a hissy fit, and you'd come back. When it wasn't happening as immediately as he wanted, he started stalking you online, unable to comprehend how you could live without him.
When you'd post good things about your new life, vitriol overtook him and he started commenting shitty things, making his own posts, insulting you and hating you and still, expecting you to one day wake up and come knocking back.
But you wouldn't.
And it's been over a year already. He's still alone, blocked on all your accounts (though he got new socials to keep looking at you), in the same apartment (despite being offered to move somewhere cheaper because you might come looking for him), and still thinking of you daily. He didn't want to allow himself to feel it, but he's sad.
He misses you so much. He misses sleeping by you, misses hearing you talk about your hobbies, misses your cooking, your voice, your hugs and kisses, all the ways you made him feel special and not like the sad sack of shit he really was. It's time he finally owned up to his mistakes, internalize how he fucked up your life, and actually try to get better at being more thoughtful of you. He still thinks it's you he has to end up with, somehow, in some way.
As he browsed through your social media again, that's how he found the link you surely clicked on. It's somewhere neither you nor him have ever made an account on. That means he's not blocked there! His heart beat fast as he copied it but didn't click it yet; he had to calm down. This had to be like, the universe affirming him, right? Throwing him another chance to see you again. He wanted to make it count. But he was... anxious, too, after so long. He had to wait to buy and take a few edibles before he finally resigned himself to what would come next. He'd win you back. He joined the server.
(Then, enters Societyboy's Route. Not Quest's, this one would be similar but different.)
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Who do you think In blooming panic will like a bimbo s/o?
I doubt any of them would be particularly opposed to the idea, but I think Quest, nightowl, onionthief, and societyboy would be really into it; SB especially. The man probably has a whole bimbo kink.
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What is societyposting?
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Something stirs you from your comfortable sleep -- maybe a book fell, or maybe a car honked just out your window. You're too bleary to know for sure.
You roll over and pat the bed, searching for your boyfriend, but your fingers are met with the stiff cold sheets. Sitting up, you rub your eyes and look at the empty spot. "Where...?" you murmur, still barely awake.
Suddenly, a shout rings out from the living room. And you learn where your boyfriend is.
"FUCKING F****T, I'LL FUCKING MUUURRRDERRRR YOU!!"
And likely what woke you up.
"Baaaaaaabe..." you call out. "Can you keep it down, please?"
"EAT SHIT!! EAT SHIT!! LICK MY ***** AND ****** *** ******* *******!!!"
You glance at the window. Thank God it's closed. Exhausted, you swing yourself out of bed, wrap a robe around yourself, and head out to see what he's playing.
The living room is the same as usual. Chip crumbs are scattered across the floor, empty drink cans in various states of molding on nearly every surface, a pile of laundry leaning against a PC tower -- you get the picture. In the center of it all, on the now-stained rug that your parents bought you for your first apartment, sits your boyfriend. The bright flat-screen before him illuminates a bold "GAME OVER" over his contorted features. You note to yourself that he needs a haircut.
"Hey, babe?"
He turns to you, blinks, and removes his headset. "What?"
"Can you keep it down a bit? I think you woke me up. On accident, I know. I'm not mad! No worries!" You rush to reassure him.
He sighs and chucks the headset next to where it looks like he chucked the controller. You don't like the cracking sound it makes upon landing, but choose to ignore it.
"Whatever, I'm done anyway." He rolls up on his heels to his feet and steps towards you. You hold your arms out on instinct, and he flumps down into them in a goofy hug. You can't help but smile. He can be such a baby sometimes.
"How'd it go?" You ask.
He groans loudly in response and shakes his head into your shoulder. You chuckle.
You freeze at the feeling of his hands starting to roam. Soft fingers tracing up your back, then down, and down, and down...
"I'm sleepy..." you whisper, trying to playfully push him off. You really are exhausted.
He whines and squeezes your ass. "But I want you so bad, baby."
Your heart skips at the words. Being wanted. You wonder if he knows the effect that has on you.
"Well...."
"Mmmm?"
He massages gently under your shirt and pushes you back to the wall, ignoring your stumbling as you hit the wall a little too hard.
It's then he pulls back and gives you that grin. That same grin you fell in love with when you were 18.
"Cmon, baby."
You close your eyes and kiss him. Whatever.
You can lose 3 more minutes of sleep.
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maybe a maybe a design for either societyboy or onion please ? 🥺👉👈
Ok so you can laugh but when i first played blooming panic, i have no damn idea why, but i imagined societyboy as pablo from one of beluga's video....
I'm sorry for this comparaison to all the clown simp... But you deserve it he's a trash man...
ANYWHAY
My take on the man ( bonus aisha's glow up too )
Here your onion too btw
Don't ask me to do better ut's 2 am rn.... I will not try to doodle the onion better than that....
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