#i dunno. i’m curious as to if anyone else does this

[website-com]

this is what it’s like inside my brain all the time. it’s like having a conversation with someone in a restaurant and when you stop talking you suddenly pick up on the other tables conversation, which you weren’t paying attention to, but knew was happening. and there’s music too

[saytrrose]

Someone reblogged your Kinger and Queenie comic and I saw your reblog on curious anons, so here I am.

Anyways, dunno if ya have done this before but ya got headcanons on Kinger's relationships with everyone on TADC?

Like, besties with someone in specific, we get along even if he doesn't know we get along, that kind of stuff.

Ooh!! I really love this question eee

Kinger Headcanons! With.. EVERYONE! (Im including the abstracted characters, they are so so silly in my brain rn and i have a strong perception of them)

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Queenie:

- Queenie and him started out with a mutual.. dislike? Dislike from Queenies side, and general uncomfort from Kingers side.

- From the start their relationship was more so small bickering, mutual pining even, They both possess a sarcastic side to them, (I personally believe before Kinger went crazy that he used to be rather analytical and in control, a lot smarter yk.)

- They both were constantly compared for their likeness, which of course gave them a sense of need to.. prove themselves better? To stand out? Saw eachother as an obstacle until FINALLY they tried actually having a conversation.

- Their relationship dynamic is very much golden retriever x black cat.

- Once they actually were in a relationship, Queenie definitely keeps her sassy personality but she’s very soft spoken around Kinger.

- Kinger also changes, they act more differently around eachother than anyone else. Their general idea of “we are different” changes to “we are the only ones that truly understand one another”

- Oh they bickered SO MUCH it’s so silly, Queenie loves to tease, seem like she has a large ego but in private around just him she’s very very vulnerable and relies on him for comfort. She doesn’t feel like she needs to act a specific way around him or ever get really defensive.

- Kingers personality doesn’t change as much as Queenies does around people, however he does lean into feeling more vulnerable around her as well. He tries to seem calm and mostly friendly, but in private with just her he feels like he can actually rant and get emotional.

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Wriggle:

- Kinger and Wriggle have a very funny dynamic, as Wriggle is Queenies “best friend is the whole wide world” (quoted by Wriggle, not Queenie)

-They often like to wriggle in between Kinger and Queenie, (hahaha look at me I’m so funny I love puns please don’t unfollow me) they are bit clingy towards Queenie which Kinger doesn’t particularly mind in the slightest.

- Putting Queenie aside, those two I’d say are good friends too. Wriggle loves to ramble on and on to Kinger about things they enjoy or made or did- the list is endless and it’s usually Kinger when it comes to this because atleast Kinger looks like he’s paying attention, whereas Queenie has that.. blank stare.. (autism, your honor)

- Think of Wriggle as a wingman also, They know Queenie well, and things she wouldn’t tell Kinger? Thats Wriggles job. For example, Queenie talks about how it’d be cute to receive flowers but doesn’t want to outright ask for them, Wriggle goes to Kinger and keeps jabbing him in the side with their tail until his attention is gained, and tells him “you know what you should do!!” you get what happens fr

- The wingman job was specifically asked of by Kinger, to which Wriggle, being the snooty little “hmmm idk if I like you enough” worm they are.. obviously decides not to share Queenies private words. (I’m still deciding if Kinger persuaded Wriggle into the idea that it’d make Queenie happier in the long run or if he just dropped to his knees like PLEASEPLEASEOLEAZEPLEASE-)

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Slinky:

- Slinky and Kinger have a good relationship, they aren’t really friends that hang out on their own time, but if they are ever in a group then they’d interact.

- Slinky loves to knit and crochet, and she made a task to knit everyone a tiny plush to have. She gave Kinger a tiny stag beetle plush, and he adores it so much, it’s right on his bed. ☠️ (perhaps I could make another post listing all the plushies Slinky made for everyone but idkkk only if it’s inquired about)

- They are the two shyest? Of the whole group, not inherently shy but the most quiet unless spoken to and definitely most anxiety filled. They have an unspoken code of certain looks they give eachother that they can instantly understand.

- In Kingers full honesty, if he was given the chance to choose a person to be in his team for an adventure and Queenie was taken, he’d choose Slinky. She’s just a very patient individual and he thinks he goes well with someone like that.

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Kaufmo:

- Their friendship is like trying to combine oil and water.. they don’t mix easily… They have respect for one another, an extent of it and Kinger probably has more than Kaufmo but they have very different conflicting personalities.

- Kaufmo is prickly and pessimistic most of the time, however I do want to think around Kinger he hold back a little. These two ended up being the last of the old cast, they’ve been through alot together…

- Kaufmo hates lovey dovey stuff, god forbid Kinger even rests a hand on Queenies side or something- he WILL point it out like a toddler grossed out by seeing their parents kiss.

- I think after Queenie abstracts it really changes. I want to assume that is when Kinger finally fully lost every marble he was hanging onto and Kaufmo.. well he realized how much he really missed those two together.

- Post Queenie, I think their relationship evolves from annoyance to much more understanding, not knowing eachother too personally as one would hope, given their circumstances but they would still go out of their way for a quick “are you okay?”

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Peepo:

- Peepo is a super sweet guy, and I’d say he was a good acquaintance of Kingers just for the fact there wasn’t too many guys and they were both very friendly.

- Peepo was the first to arrive of this old group, so he was much like in Kingers place with the current crew. However he’s not crazy because this is likely to beginning of when people started to get trapped in the game still, and not too much time had even passed. Aka, more people were entering than abstracting most definitely.

- Anyway, to touch up on the above one, because of this he has a sort of natural leadership over everyone, people seem to seek him out on information about the world just because he’s been there the longest. This includes Kinger! To Peepo, if he needed a right hand man he actually really relied on Kinger.

- There’s a small place by the digital lake that no one knows about except Peepo. When the sun starts to set he almost always likes to just.. go outside the tent and walk to it, and the only person he ended up showing was Kinger. It became sort of a spot for just them to talk, which is likely what made them closer. Kinger later would use this exact spot to ask Queenie out…Jumping to canon, the only person who knows of the spot now is Kinger, and he often goes there to seclude himself.

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Moppsy:

- Even though I put her here, I can’t really come up with anything! I use Moppsy as the first abstraction Kinger would witness, and likely didn’t really know her or have a relationship with her. Putting her here to include this though!

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Pomni:

- Woo!! Og cast now!! I think Pomni and Kinger will get along well given time. While Kinger is certainly.. eclectic in his personality at this point in his stay in the circus, I think Pomni would be comfortable talking to him about things more than Jax or Zooble, who knows! Just based on what I know from the pilot.

- Kinger used to invite anyone and everyone into the pillow forts he made, but once majority of the old cast abstracted I’d assume he stopped completely, instead using it as his own safe haven. However, Pomni is the first one that he very awkwardly asks if she would like to come inside, which leads to him feeling more inclined and comfortable to invite the others.

- Kinger notices and thinks Pomni is very different than the others, anyone he’s known so far infact and he probably outright tells her this because he lacks the ability to really filter his thoughts anymore. She doesn’t quite understand the nonsense he babbles out about it, but in the series if Pomni finds the exit or changes the circus for the better or WHATEVER goes on as she’s the protagonist, I’m just gonna say Kinger had a gut feeling from the start.

- Pomni seems to care the most when Kinger wants to show someone a bug, and that can be left up to the interpretation that the others just got tired of him doing it all the time and Pomnis not used to it yet, or she genuinely just tries to nod along and it makes him very happy to get a response.

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Ragatha:

- I think during the whole old cast abstracting and being replaced, if we look at the lineup of how everyone entered, I think Ragatha was the only one to actually know Queenie. Atleast see in person for a while, perhaps.

- I think those two would have gotten along SOOO well but!! This is about Kinger,, and I think Kinger and Ragatha also get along very well. She reminds him of Slinky…

- They both know they don’t talk or vent about their own problems at all, atleast anymore for Kinger. They are both bad at keeping it bottled up inside and while they both understand this about eachother, they don’t pry.

- If anything they have tea together often, and only they know alot about tea and really really enjoy it so it’s like their own bonding thing in a way.

- Ragatha came out to him first as a lesbian for some interesting strange reason, though if we follow my beloved trans Queenie hc I like to apply to things sometimes then she likely did it because she knows Kinger isn’t judgmental on lgbt topics.

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Zooble:

- I enjoy thinking of Zooble as an angsty teenage child compared to Kingers senile old dad energy

- I think in Kingers eyes they seem to get along a little bit but he’s just a tad intimidated. In Zoobles eyes they wouldn’t let anyone know how much they really like Kinger, afterall he’s nothing but sweet when being spoken with. It’s a nice break from.. Jax or Caine, even the others who are very emotional. Yes they can be kind too, but it’s like you don’t have to try with Kinger because he’s so finicky that he doesn’t remember every detail of your interaction to judge you on it anymore.

- I like to think whenever Kinger needs help with something Zooble lets out a dramatic sigh and goes to help him (no one asked them to and anyone else could’ve volunteered but okay Zoob we know you just genuinely like his company)

- Zooble gave him a weighted blanket as a gift to include in his pillow forts once and he had a panic attack while under it once because he couldn’t move (he loves it so so much I promise)

- Again hhh Dad Daughter vibe I really enjoy it I think Queenie would’ve adored Zooble like a mother too plsplsplsolsolsols

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Jax:

- Jax would call Kinger a boomer a lot and it stresses Kinger out so much because he doesn’t know what it means and when he asked Zooble to explain it to him they convinced him it was slur and so Kinger got Caine to censor the word boomer

- Kinger is like genuinely terrified of Jax and how much of a menace he is, he’s never known anyone that acts like this mf its insane

- Kinger does infact has some pet bugs in a large terrarium in his room and because Jax has keys to everyone’s rooms he with steal Kingers bugs (an example, the centipede he put in Ragathas room? Probably Kingers..)

- Kinger honestly tries his best to avoid Jax hhshs

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Gangle:

- Kinger is probably the closest to Gangle of everyone in the current cast.

- Gangle likes to draw and write and ramble and everything to Kinger, even when she has her tragedy mask on, he seems to cheer her up a little just by hanging out near her. Kinger really enjoys it.

- When Gangle does have her happy mask on, it irks something inside Kinger. She really reminds him of Wriggle. And he was much closer to Wriggle than Slinky so.. it bothers him a bit unlike Ragatha being similar to Slinky in few ways.

- She introduced him to anime and while she has a giant ass list of ones she enjoys he’s.. just quite fixated on ghibli movies… he finds them neat.

- They are.. autism buddies.. More so it’s well aware with everyone that Kinger is diagnosed with Autism but Gangle isn’t diagnosed, and Kinger is the only one staring HARD like “hhh ik what you are” fr fr anyway because I hc them both as autistic that’s another reason they tend to group together and get along more.

[kenslilove]

᯽៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ Happy Birthday, Ken

a.n: sorry this is late. Ken’s birthday is on the 10th of may but I wasn’t active then… but I’m active now! And I thought I’d share my first piece of writing with y’all 💖 it’s been a while, so my apologies if this is a little rusty. I hope you enjoy it all the same!

w. fem!reader x draken, mostly fluff, implied NSFW at the end, use of daddy, dom/sub dynamics.

Draken wasn’t one to make a big deal of his birthday. Growing up, he never really had someone to celebrate with, and even when he did, it took him years before he actually told Mikey when his birthday was. It came out randomly in conversation when Mitsuya noticed that Draken’s birthday was the only one they never celebrated altogether.

“It's May 10th”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Chifuyu asked, curious with a cocked brow.

Ken just shrugs. “It’s just a birthday.”

None of the boys seemed to push it. And when his birthday did come around, a few “happy birthdays” were spared, as well as a couple of small gifts that Ken would always say were not necessary, but say thank you anyway.

But, you were a little different. Ken was special. More special than anyone else. And you always made it your goal to make sure he knew just how special he was on his birthday.

—

Ken rolled out of bed at the same time he did every day. When the rising sun started to crack through the blinds and always managed to hit him square in the eye every time. Despite the scowl on his lips and the furrow in his brow, he pulls the covers from himself, leaning over to press a fond kiss to your forehead as he always does.

It makes you stir only the slightest bit, your body now turned and face snuggled into the side of his pillow as if you’re seeking him, even in your sleep.

It makes him smile to himself.

He’s out of bed before thoughts of staying cuddled in bed with you take over. He’s quick in the bathroom, doing his usual routine of using the toilet, slipping on new boxers and sweatpants, washing his face, using your moisturizer, brushing his teeth and finally braiding his hair. It’s something that has become a ritual to Ken, tying off the black braid effectively before heading to the kitchen.

But not before he leaves one more smooch against your cheek.

He opened up the fridge, where the first surprise of the day occurs.

There's a small cake in there, covered in a layer of white cream. With his typical furrowed brow, Ken pulls the platter from the fridge to read the pink icing on top.

Happy Birthday, Lovey!

Hearts, smiley faces, flowers and stars cover up the rest of the surface, and attached to the plate is a heart-shaped sticky note reading:

“Take a piece to work! It’s white chocolate– you’re favourite!! More to come later!”

And your name is signed off with a little heart, as it usually is.

“Goof,” Ken murmurs to himself, and yet, the smile on his face is wide, basically, a full-blown grin as he cuts a piece for himself to add to his usual lunch. He brings the note with him too, just so he can reread it during his break and hear your voice in his head.

Once at work, Ken got his usual birthday hug from Inui, along with a clap on the back that causes bickering between the two for a couple of minutes. The two get settled into their grove quickly, Inui behind the counter shuffling through paperwork while Draken squats before a bike, inspecting its engine now that he’s fixed what seemed to be the problem.

“So, are you going to have a party?”

“Nah,” Ken responds, and it makes Inui’s roll his eyes.

“Sorry, is your girl throwing you a party?”

Ken snorts, shaking his head a little as he tightens a loose bolt. “I dunno, but probably. I tell her every year to quit wasting her time.”

It takes everything in Inui not to smack Draken across the head. Instead, he settles on throwing his pencil at him, which Ken easily evades despite his focus on the bike. “Cut that shit out–”

“Be grateful you’ve got a pretty thing wanting to celebrate you.”

“She is pretty, isn’t she?”

“Ken,” Inui says through a small chuckle, which finally gets him to look up. Inui has a lazy smirk on his lips. “She’s not wasting her time. She’s celebrating you because she loves you.”

Ken looks away from Inui then and doesn’t say a word. He knows, he knows better than anyone just how much you love him. And that's because he loves you just as much, if not more. Ken can feel the tips of his ears heating up, just the slightest bit, and even though Inui drops the topic at that, he can’t help but smile to himself noticing Ken work a little harder, his face gets a little redder.

—-

It’s right after lunch when a delivery is made to the shop, one that has Inui confused momentarily before he realizes exactly what it is. “Ken.” He called out, to which Ken replies by poking his head out from the backroom.

“Got my hands full Sei, what's up?”

“Birthday treat from your girl arrived.” There are only a few seconds between Inui’s declaration before he starts to hear things getting shuffled around quicker in the back. It makes him laugh to himself as he places the brown paper bag down on the front desk.

“Ah? But she already made me a cake this morning, this girl–” He stepped out from the back, a bit of grease on his fingers that he quickly wipes away on his coverall. The brown bag is one he recognized, the label belongs to his and your’s favourite coffee shop. Inside the bag are two drinks. A large black coffee, and a medium caramel latte.

And of course, one of those adorable heart-shaped sticky notes. How you worked it into the delivery bag will forever remain a mystery to the boys.

“Although it isn’t Sei’s birthday, he deserves something sweet.” Ken reads the note out loud, which makes Inui hum in delight, scooping up the drink and sniffing in its sweet scent. It makes Ken scoff playfully, shaking his head as he continues reading. “Drink up, handsome birthday boy. See you when you get home.” The words left Ken’s heart fluttering behind his ribcage.

“You’re so down bad.”

“Shut the hell up,” Ken replied in a gruff tone, with his brows drawn and his lips frowned but he still took a hefty drink of his favourite coffee, still slipped the note into his pocket along with the other note.

He was incredibly down bad.

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Home time couldn’t come soon enough, so Ken was more than grateful to open the door, being met with the sounds of one of your favourite playlists, and the savoury smell of something downright delicious. It made him sigh in contentment, work bag dropping from his shoulder right in the entrance way.

“Little love”

“Ken!” You appeared before him almost as quickly as the squeal had left your lips. He had braced himself, arms held open wide as you jumped him. Your legs latched around his hips tightly, arms locked around his neck. His large palms cupped your ass, kept you held close to his body as his nose nuzzled gently into the top of your head.

“Hey, babygirl.”

“Happy Birthday, Lovey.” You murmur back to him, the sweet sound only making his heart do flips within his chest. That, and the feeling of your fingertips leaving heart-shaped outlines along the back of his neck.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He lifts his head and you follow suit. You’re both grinning at one another and Ken caves first, his lips slotting against yours. The kiss is sweet, and much needed on both of your ends. Your palms slowly smooth up the sides of his neck, while Ken’s pulls you in closer, unable to resist the urge to squeeze at the supple flesh of your rear–

“Okay okay birthday boy–” Your words are muffled against his lips, as well as the sweet sounds of your giggling. Ken pulled back, reluctantly, and couldn’t even help but pout as you wiggled your way out of his arms. “We gotta save that for later, okai? Your dinner is almost done!” And there you went scurrying off back into the kitchen.

“Oh is it? What did you make, sunshine? It smells fuckin awesome.” Draken kicks his boots off, following on your tail. It’s only now that he’s able to get a really good look at you, standing before the stove and multiple pans. You wear his apron, which is looped around your waist twice to keep it from falling. Underneath you wear that pretty pink dress he bought you for your last birthday.

Like you knew it was his favourite on you.

“Spicy curry of course, with a side of chicken wings!” You announce proudly, just as Ken loops his arms around you from behind, his chin coming to rest comfortably on the top of your head. “Chicken wings with spicy Thai sauce to be extact–”

“God, I love you.” It's spoken lowly, softly from Ken. He doesn’t let you respond, because he grabs your chin and turns your head, connecting his lips with yours once more. You giggle against his mouth, checks flushed as he pulls back just enough to playfully bump his nose against your own.

Something the two of you had done since you started dating. You can still remember the look of shock and distaste on Ken’s face the first time you did it, and now here he was doing it himself.

“I love you too, handsome.” Ken could have sworn there were little hearts in your eyes as you reply to him, and he wouldn’t want it any other way. “Now sit, sit!! I’m trying to spoil you on your special day.”

“Cookin dinner is enough baby–”

“No no no–” You interrupt him, taking his hand and dragging him to the table. He can’t help the chuckle that leaves him as you sit him down in his usual spot, pressing a kiss to his cheek and then scurrying off to the fridge to pull out his favourite beer. “We haven’t been able to spend the day together because we both worked, so let me spoil you, please Ken?”

“You know what would really spoil me?” He muses, using both palms to pull you into his lap before you have the chance to run off again. Your squeak only makes his grin grow in size, his lips leaving a little trail down the side of your neck, goosebumps forming in their wake. “Having my pretty baby in my lap. That would be a real treat.”

“In due time!” You whine back at him, and although it's so very tempting to just give into him and his sly touches, his wandering lips, you managed to break free, shooting a pout in his direction which makes his grin grow into that shit-eating one you’ve grown so fond of. “But first, want you to eat this dinner I worked so hard on.” The whine that stays in your tone as you start to pull everything from the stove leaves him laughing, cracking open his beer and taking a gulp as you plate the food for him.

Truly, you were too good to him.

“Oh, I’m gunna eat all of it, little love. Fuck I’m starving.”

“Good.” You replied, more than pleased as you set a steaming plate before him. “Eat up, birthday boy.”

You end up caving to half of his desires because rather than sitting in your chair, you sit right in his lap as the two of you have dinner. You chat like you always do, about work, about your days, slipping in laughter between bites and exchanging small kisses when you have the chance. You finish up long before Ken, who makes well on his promise and eats everything you made for him. His last bite of curry has his eyes closing in delight, humming around his fork as his free hand gently massages your thigh.

“That was the best fuckin curry I’ve ever had.”

“You said that on your last birthday!”

“Hmm, and I meant it then too.” He mutters, glancing at you to see a slight flush on your cheeks, a flush that he has grown incredibly fond of. “You know how to make a man happy, little love.”

“Don’t hold your breath.” You say playfully, which earns you an eye roll and a barrage of kisses that get sprinkled all over your face and neck. You start squealing, arching back in an attempt to escape only for one of Ken’s big hands to press up against your spine, pulling you in closer, making his kisses even more sloppy.

He only lets up when you suddenly nibble at his cheek, which would have caught him off guard had he not been very used to you and your affectionate biting by now. Instead, he just laughs, making a one-off joke about how the food must not have been enough if you were already munching on him.

“Alright, m’not done spoiling you lovey.” You announce, hopping from Ken’s lap as soon as his arms loosen up on you. He raises a brow at that, amusement still very much evident in his eyes as you take his hand again, leading him toward the bathroom.

“What’s next, beautiful?”

“You’re gunna take a long, relaxing shower with the new body scrub I bought you.” You announce proudly, pushing the room door open to reveal candles already lit, and fresh fluffy towels waiting to be used.

“Mmm, and you’re joinin me?” Ken questions, eyeing the setup. He notices the new products, and the love you’ve put behind every detail. It was one of the many things about you that made him putty in your hands.

That adorable flush was back on your face, and as a bonus, you even started nibbling on your bottom lip. “I wish lovey. But, I have to finish setting up your other surprises–”

“What could be better than a long, steamy shower with my girl?” Ken’s voice dropped an octave, to the one he knows sends shivers up your spine. He pulls you up against his chest, palm cupping your cheek and thumb rubbing fondly at your bottom lip. “Cause I don’t think nothin’s gunna top that”

The hesitation is evident in your gaze, that and the way Ken can tell just how tempted you are to take his thumb between your two plump lips. He loved that you were wrapped just as tightly around his finger as he was with yours.

But you fought off the temptations with a little pout, pulling from Ken reluctantly and pushing him closer to the shower. “You’re really tempting, you know that mister? But I simply cannot.” You start to tug at his shirt, revealing his abs and it makes him laugh with just how rushed you act suddenly. Probably an attempt at hiding how badly you wanted him. “Now get this butt into the shower, c'mon.”

“Alright alright, you don’t have to strip me.” And although he sighs, he pulls his shirt off the rest of the way. He leans down, lips puckered, and you happily give him a sweet smooch before taking a few steps back. You linger around enough to see him strip down to just his boxers, and he can feel you staring at him without even having to look at you.

You were so damn cute.

“Thought you had things to tend to, little love–”

“I do! I do! See you soon! Enjoy!” The way you babble out your reply and scamper so quickly from the bathroom just has Ken smiling to himself, chuckling lowly. Damn, was ever he lucky to have you.

He does as you tell him, and takes his time in the shower. The warm water feels so nice against his skin, and the new scrub you got him was just as good as you said it would be. It seemed to wash off all his stresses and anxieties from the day, leaving him feeling fresh and light as it washed off his toned body. He made a mental note to use the scrub on you, whenever you let him shower with you next (which in his brain, he wanted sooner rather than later).

He stepped from the shower, steam following suit as he rings the remaining water from his black hair. It's then that his eyes narrow in on another heart-shaped sticky note. Just the sight of it makes his heart beat faster, nibbling on the inside of his cheek as he reaches for it. “Little sneak… didn’t even hear her come back in here.”

He reads over the note, eyes widening a bit as curiosity starts to swarm his brain, clouding his thoughts.

Meet me in the garage, I’m looking for something to ride ♡

“Fuck.” Desire already laces his tone. He’s not one hundred percent sure what his sweet girl has planned for him, but her wording alone has him slipping on his sweats and a black t-shirt that you had so kindly left for him.

He slipped on his sandals to head to the garage, far too impatient to tug his boots on. And what was waiting for him was even better than he could have imagined. It had him stopping dead in his tracks, eyes a bit wide, cock visibly twitching underneath his grey sweats.

There you were, sitting pretty perched on his bike. You were wearing nothing, other than a pair of lacy pink panties, and a matching garter. And course held snug to your neck was your collar, the heart tag with his name dangling and reflecting the dim lights within the garage. You were nibbling on the tip of your finger, flush covering your cheeks and going all the way down to cover your neck and collar bones. Your feet shuffle a bit on the cold floor, legs spreading just a bit to show that the crotch of your panties was already wet, beckoning him forward.

“Hi, Daddy…~” You murmur shyly, and it makes Ken groan. In two strides he’s before you, palms swallowing your waist. He can feel how you shiver when his thumbs brush over your ribs, fingers already trembling slightly as they smooth up his biceps.

“Hello, Little love…” He speaks back, his lips already ghosting over yours, making our head tilt back slightly to meet his gaze as his hands start to smooth up the valley of your stomach, thumb nudging over your already perked and hard nipple. “Look at you…”

“Told you the last surpise would be worth it.” You say, your smile shy and a bit sheepish as your fingers smooth over Ken’s muscles, the little charm hanging from your collar dingling like a sweet bell to Draken’s ears.

“So worth it.” He agrees, keeping his hands on you even as you stand up. Your chest pushes up flush against him, making your breasts swell against him. That alone has Ken’s cock twitching in delight, licking at his bottom lip. His pupils were already starting to dilate as desire started to take over.

“M’gunna ride you… on your ride, Daddy.” Your voice is soft, still shy despite how filthy the context was. Ken made sure to make a mental note to praise you on that later, because he knew just how hard it was for you to put your dirty thoughts into words, and use your words. You were being such a good girl, just for him.

“Mmm, fuck yea you are.” His hands tighten on your hips once more, and to your surprise he hauls you back onto his bike. Your brows furrow in confusion when he kneels between your thighs, his name sitting in question on the tip of your tongue.

But that question quickly gets replaced with a soft gasp as Ken presses a firm, sweet kiss against the crotch of your panties. He even snags the fabric with his teeth, letting snap back against your pussy so he can see you jump a little, hear you squeal, just for him. “But first, Daddy wants his dessert.”

“B-But Daddy” You whine to him, but its a weak whine, your fingers tangling into his still damp hair to help ground yourself as he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder. His fingers tease at the pretty frills on the garter belt, while he leaves soft, open mouthed kisses along your inner thighs. “It’s your birthday… I wanna treat you.”

“And you will.” He reassures, finally pulling your panties to the side to get a look at his favourite gift. Your cute pussy lips are already slicked up, strings of your arousal webbing together even as you flutter and clench for him. “But I need a taste. Okay sweetheart?”

His nose nudges your clit, and you moan in contentment, nodding quickly as your legs lock together over his shoulders. “Okay Daddy…” Before you become too fucked out from his tongue alone, you make sure to murmur to him.

“Happy Birthday, Ken, Happy Brithday, Lovey.”

“Thank you, Little Love.”

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[v3x-y0urs3lf]

Tamarack Baumann x Popular/Social/ well known MC.

Because I did one for Qiu, I wanted to give Tamarack a post on my blog too.

Link to Qiu x Loner MC

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Now, just because I feel like that trope fits Qiu more.. doesn’t mean that it can’t fit Tamarack as well (Depending how your MC acts.) the only difference is that Qiu’s route is a lot cuter and fluffier whilst Tamarack is a lot more.. hurt/comfort? Angst? I dunno. Maybe I just think Tamarack has more potential for angst than Qiu does.

Step 1 Tamarack is definitely quite similar to the MC in many ways (aside from maybe personality.) The two of you are new in Golden Grove so you both are essentially starting this journey together!

Regardless of if the MC is actually extroverted or is shy, Tamarack and you are now friends.

Whether the MC actually tries to make a bunch of friends on the first day or if they’re just somehow popular without even trying (Kinda like Qiu in a way.)

As fluffy as I want this to be like with Qiu’s, I have a lot more angsty ideas for Tamarack.

In this first step I’m going to call it ‘Envious stage’. At first, Tamarack is happy her friend is happy making more friends and is getting popular at school.. but unlike the MC or Qiu, Tamarack isn’t popular.

Tamarack is somewhat like the ‘weird-kid’ who accidentally pushes boundaries, has unique ways of fun and doesn’t exactly understand social norms at that age.

Due to that, She doesn’t see herself able to exactly play with the MC’s new ‘friends’ and I don’t honestly really see her even liking Qiu’s other ‘friends’.

The reason it’s not jealousy is because Tamarack does want friends. She’s a curious and energetic kid who naturally, also wants to be liked.

(The difference between envy and jealousy.)

Envy = The feeling of wanting what another person has (Appearance, possessions, etc.)

Jealousy = The feeling of being threatened, protective or in fear of losing your current position or situation to someone else.

Does Tamarack hate the MC for the fact they’re popular and she isn’t? No, she’s definitely still happy for her friend. She just wishes she was also liked.

Does that mean she’s happy playing by herself or awkwardly following the MC as she tries to join in with the MC’s new friends? No, of course not.

Tamarack is a bit of an odd bunch and if the MC decides to play with Tamarack rather than any of their other friends she greatly appreciates it, happy to play with them and know they must also like playing with her if they choose her instead of anyone else.

It really would make her happy to be picked first but she isn’t going to bound the MC and force them to solely play with her only.

Step 2 Tamarack is a little more obvious about what she’s feeling at this stage. Not because she’s trying to make it noticeable, Far from it. She’s just a little easier to read at this stage, a lot more animated.

By this age, Especially with being around town more and moving schools and classes, The MC has definitely gotten a lot more popular than when they were in Step 1.

This is where the stage starts to flip from the ‘envy stage’ to what once labelled as the ‘jealousy stage’.

(I’ll copy and paste the meaning so you don’t lose your place.)

Envy = The feeling of wanting what another person has (Appearance, possessions, etc.)

Jealousy = The feeling of being threatened, protective or in fear of losing your current position or situation to someone else.

In this stage Tamarack has become self-conscious of herself and is going through some major changes in her life. One of those changes being her friends slowly becoming detached from her.

I’m aware that Qiu and her are friends who just disagree a lot, there’s only a short amount of arguments you can have with someone to question whether or not you’re truly ‘friends’ with that person.

Even if MC is still hanging out with Tamarack, her self-consciousness can and will highlight the fact that MC has a bunch of friends at school.

Of course, if MC were to try to assure Tamarack the two of them were best friends and they’d stay that way for a long time then that may be enough to keep her thoughts straight for a little while.

Tamarack at this stage cherishes her bonds closely (not that she didn’t in step 1, she now just truly understands how important the people around her are.)

(Keep in mind this was written with only step 1 and part of step 2 out to the public. I’m not sure if this is accurate.)

Now, last but not least. Step 3 where the Miss Tamarack Baumann can officially say without a doubt that she is content.

This is what I’ve chosen to call the ‘Content’ stage. Where Tamarack has gone through envy and jealousy in fear of losing her friend.. she’s now become quite assured that it will take a lot more than just a bit of popularity for the MC to up and leave their neighbourhood friend.

I don’t think I mentioned platonic or romantic endings in Qiu’s route but whether or not you’re dating Tamarack or simply just good friends, she’s content with the MC’s popularity and is happy for them still.

Tamarack still isn’t popular by any means but she’s happy with her tight-knit group of friends that she’s made over the 8 years of her being in Golden Grove.

She’s happy to stand by the MC’s side as they continue to shine in the light they naturally stepped into the second they moved in.

I hate how short that ending was but we’re leaving it at that. Thank you for reading to the end, I’m sorry if this is mischaracterising.

I’m currently in the midst of writing a request list - don’t know when that’ll be ready but feel free to send random shit in my ask box. ✌️

[motifenjoyer]

akane kurashiki is (not) allocishet: an analysis

[pt: akane kurashiki is (not) allocishet: an analysis. end pt].

okay so we’ve been meaning to write this for a while but havent bc we’ve been focusing on other projects. slight disclaimer if u dont agree w this hc thats fine, just dont be a dick just bc it interferes w ur own interpretation . we all have our own ways of reading the text so. Yeah!! lets get started

so i just wanna say akane is a character i resonate with in a lot of ways, and a lot of what im going to say comes from my and others’ experiences. ur identities and experiences r def gonna affect how u view a piece of work right? 

so when i played through the series in 2023, i initially viewed akane as everyone else did: she’s in love with junpei, and even hced her as bi like most of the fandom. but the more i studied the source material, the more i felt thats not rlly the case?? esp after ztd, like im sorry but i cannot buy the idea that both junpei or akane wanna marry each other. junpei is for another day but in terms of akane i wanna talk abt the idea that she may be aromantic. 

immersing myself in the fandom, a lot of ppl’s first impressions of akane’s june persona is that she was initially gonna be this ditzy girl next door who only serves as a love interest for junpei. ofc that ended up not being the case, but i see ppl say that they only rlly cared for akane after finding out she’s zero. which imo is such a missed opportunity for analysis.

as june, akane interacts with the world through tropes. the first thing she does when we’re introduced to her is fall on junpei. and overall is seen as this nervous girl who wouldn’t harm anyone. she flirts w junpei throughout the game, yadda yadda yadda. when it comes to her identity as zero, she desperately wants a perfect ending where she can be with junpei. its guesswork as to which aspects are true of akane, but i personally see these traits as smth she thinks “kanny” would do. 

[id: screenshot from 999’s script, black text on a white background that reads:

“Junpei: Well, I dunno. Anything. I mean, you're hiding it. How would I know?

June: You mean, like...the number of men I've dated?

Junpei's heart stumbled over itself.

June: Do you want to know?

He had to admit, he was a little curious.

June: Don't worry.

She smiled at him.

June: Only 18...

!?

June: ...Times 0.

June: Yeah... I guess I just haven't met Mr. Right yet…”

“Number of men” is highlighted in green. End id].

of course, bc of her tumultuous childhood and how she didn’t have many friends, she never rlly had experience w dating. but not much suggests she would beyond her own words.

[id: screenshot from 999’s script, black text on a white background that reads:

“Kanny: You...meant a lot to me...when we were kids...

Kanny: I've liked you...for a long time, Junpei... A really...long...time..”

“Liked” is highlighted in green. End id]. 

.

[id: screenshot from 999’s script, black text on a white background that reads:

“"Okay..."

My voice shook as I answered.

It was hot in the room. It felt like my heart was on fire.

6 minutes or not, my heart burned with my feelings for him.

…”

“burned” is highlighted in green. End id]. 

but actions speak louder than words, and she doesn’t go far beyond flirting and declarations of love. in ztd, she doesn’t even make these advances even when she’s trying to lighten the mood or make things right with junpei. the only time being when she speaks with carlos in the pantry. 

[id: a log of dialogue from zero time dilemma which reads: 

akane: if it was because of me somehow… then this time i need to rush to his aid. that’s what i’ve decided anyway.

carlos: you really like junpei, don’t you?

akane: wh-what in the world are you saying, carlos?! 

carlos: i’m out of my depth when it comes to romance.

end id].

[id: a log of dialogue from zero time dilemma which reads: 

carlos: did you bake heart-shaped cookies full of love for your darling junpei?

akane: oh carlos… would you please stop teasing me… 

june is meant to be seen as the ideal japanese woman, and since performance/identity is a huge part of her character, it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that she’s performing heterosexuality/amatonormativity, by extension femininity (but that’s an analysis for another day). 

akane is also slotted into the role of a mother figure for kyle just as sigma with the role of father. i can’t help but think of the scene in little shop of horrors (1986), audrey sings abt a stable and “ideal” middle class life. i remember watching it thinking it was odd, given that im aro and am not interested in settling down or emulating cishet middle class values. but my friend, who is poor just like audrey and akane, told me that it’s a common occurrence for poor ppl to think this way. to want a sense of stability even if it’s stereotypical. i feel like this applies to akane as well. i also hc her with bpd, and instability is a common symptom for us, so it makes sense for her to see junpei as a beacon of such, of normalcy. he’s rlly the only normal part of her childhood. she wants him to fix her lol . 

[id: screenshot from virtue’s last reward which reads: 

“i pleaded with her to leave, but she quietly shook her head. there was someone very special to her, she told me. he had saved her life once, and she felt her death would help to repay that favor.” end id].

and while we do see oldkane/vlrkane reminisce abt her life w junpei thru kyle, the passcode being jumpydolls, i feel like thats less abt love and more abt the fact that shes lonely, which a lot of ppl mistake that like. love can fix that.. when it rlly cant. not to mention what i said earlier

akane and junpei rarely make physical contact beyond junpei holding her in his arms and hugging. you can of course be a couple and not be that physically affectionate, but junpei is the only one initiating this. also like?? not even an “i love you” when you haven’t seen each other in nine years???????

[id: cg from nine hours nine persons nine doors. junpei holds akane’s shoulder with a worried expression. Akane has her eyes closed. End id].

[id: screenshot of zero time dilemma. junpei hugs akane near the basketball court in the lounge. akane wears a wedding ring on her right hand. end id].

[id: screenshot from zero time dilemma. junpei holds a ring in his right hand. white text on the bottom reads, “well, remember back in elementary school your dream was to wear a ring?” end id].

this is actually a common experience for aros who dont realize aromanticism is even an option. i remember when i was a kid, i’d have daydreams of getting married and dating ppl but when the opportunity actually came, i was uncomfortable and rejected it. 

i feel like junpei’s proposal and akane’s acceptance were reckless of both of them, and probably not even signs of true feelings. junpei’s arc is abt regaining agency, and akane’s is abt control (hashtag cinematic parallels), so it makes sense this would happen. both wish they could return to their childhoods, hence their emotionally immature attitudes + tendency to reminisce abt the past (junpei is counterphobic to this though and eventually gets over it in vlr’s timeline, though akane continues to act this way going forward). poor decision making is a sign of trauma after all. 

i mentioned how akane (and junpei but again. Another story for another day) subverts gendered expectations w her personality. aro ppl (as well as lesbians if u wanna go for a lesbian akane reading) tend to feel disconnected from their agab bc yk we arent straight and like a cishet woman liking a man is a sign of womanhood according to Society............ so like what if ur a girl who likes girls? or doesnt like anyone??? what does that make u??? (again, this could either be a trans reading or a lesbian reading)

anyway my point is. i think its more interesting to read akane’s interest in junpei as her wanting stability and a normal life, esp given that she is traumatized and was once poor. i feel like fluffy junepei fanworks make their dynamic very one-note and lack what makes their dynamic intriguing. but hey!! thats just my opinion as an aro person and how i prefer to interpret it 

[streetkid-jay]

Hah, don't worry kiddo, it did got cheesy but it's nice to see you liking the people.

Any particular opinion on a specific person or anyone else? As you can tell i am very curious ;)

that winky face’s a bit odd, but sure…

@greenflygirl’s real sweet and kind! she reminds me of my ma; the good parts of her, obviously.

just, uh. don’t tell her i said that, yea?

i worry for her money, though… gettin’ me a ton of stuff just ta live by ain’t easy.

the same goes for @darkknightofficial and @gothamsvengance! except they seem, like, real protective of me. like in a… ‘dad’ way more than a ‘worried stranger/superhero’ way.

does that make sense??? maybe i’m just bein’ weird. i dunno. i don’t mean that in a bad way — they’re nice! i like ‘em too.

oh! and! @batkid-from-another-mother!! me and him are street kid buds. :) we give each other tips on where ta sleep and how ta get food ‘n stuff! he’s awesome. a super cool superhero if i ever saw one.

maybe with enough time, he’ll (or batman will) be number one on my ‘best superheroes’ list and not wonder woman! maybe though. i’m not givin’ him any false hope. teehee.

[kanerallels]

So I told my sister and a couple other people I would post this, and here it is! Just some ponderings about Kanan in the Hera is a Jedi au that turned themselves into a ficlet. Set mid-season one of SWR, and rated G!

Taglist: @firefoxtessa @day-to-day-thots @auroramagpie @laughingphoenixleader @accidental-spice @heckin-music-dork @opalknight @cassie-fanfics and I'm also gonna tag @xxxcertifiednerdxxx, solely because you're accidentally the reason I wrote this. Feel free to ignore the tag, though! (also if anyone wants to be added or removed from the taglist, DM me!)

“What’s Kanan’s job around here, anyways?”

Hera barely glanced up at Ezra’s question as she removed yet another part from her lightsaber, which lay in pieces in front of her on the worktable in her room. “What do you mean?”

Frowning, Ezra said, “Everyone’s got a role, you know? Zeb is the muscle and Chopper’s the homicidal hacker droid, and Sabine’s the explosives expert, and you’re the Jedi and the pilot and the boss all at once. You’re all really talented, you know?”

A smile hovered at the edge of Hera’s mouth as she picked up a miniscule tool and used it to unscrew another part. “Flattering as always, Padawan. Your point being?”

“Kanan doesn’t really have a role,” Ezra said, watching her work. “Hey— couldn’t you use the Force for that?”

“I could,” Hera agreed, removing the part. “But I like to do it this way.” Setting aside her tool, she finally met Ezra’s eyes. “Why does it matter what Kanan’s role is? He’s here to help us fight, and that’s what’s important.”

“Yeah, but—”

“Someone say my name?”

Ezra and Hera glanced up as Kanan stuck his head through the open door, lifting a curious brow. “Ezra wants to know your role in this crew,” Hera said dryly. “Any thoughts?”

“Oh, obviously,” Kanan said. “Professional chef, and eye candy.” He shot a wink at Hera, who rolled her eyes, before turning to Ezra. “But in all seriousness— I’m whatever we need at the moment. That’s where I do my best work. Speaking of best work, how do enchiladas sound for dinner? I found some of those peppers you and Zeb love so much at the market, Captain Hera.”

“That sounds amazing, love,” Hera said, shooting him a smile as he slipped back out and down the hall. After a moment, she directed her gaze back to Ezra. “Does that answer your question?”

“...kind of?”

Chuckling, Hera said, “Well, if you’re still wondering, why not ask the rest of the crew? They might have some good insight. And you could always try meditating on it.”

“I think I’ll talk to the others,” Ezra said hastily, getting to his feet. Hera looked amused, but gave him a nod before returning to her lightsaber maintenance with laser-like focus.

The first crew member he encountered was Chopper, and Ezra knew better than to bother with him. Not that he’d care, anyways, the droid was crazy. Instead, he headed for the lounge, where he found Zeb cleaning his bo-rifle.

The Lasat directed a frown at him— but it wasn’t his real, “why are you near me do you want to suffer” scowl, just his all purpose “I’m pretending to be grumpy cause it makes me look cool” frown. “Thought you were training with Hera.”

“I was,” Ezra said, dropping onto a crate nearby. “But then I asked her a question—”

“You? Ask a question? Color me real surprised.”

“Ha, ha,” Ezra said, scowling at him. “Listen. I asked her what Kanan’s role was on the ship.”

“Really?” Zeb paused in his cleaning and glanced up, interest flashing through his eyes. “What did she say?”

“Why? Wait— do you not know either?”

“‘Course I know. Just curious about what she said.”

“Sure. Well, she said that it wasn’t important, then told me to ask everyone else. Kanan says he’s whatever he needs to be. Well, first he flirted with Hera, then he said that.”

Snorting, Zeb said, “Sounds about right.”

“So what do you think? What’s Kanan’s role?”

The Lasat shrugged, setting aside a cleaning rag. “Dunno. He’s just Kanan.” He glanced up in time to see Ezra’s scowl, and sighed. “Look, kid. You’re taking this too seriously. It’s not really about roles, anyways. It’s about why we’re here.”

“What do you mean?”

Finally, Zeb set down his bo-rifle. “You know, why we’re fighting the Empire.” He paused, his expression turning uncharacteristically somber. “You know why I’m doing it. And Hera’s pretty obvious, more than just the Jedi stuff.”

“She’s passionate about making stuff right,” Ezra guessed. “Well, what about Sabine?”

“What about me?”

Ezra and Zeb both looked up to see Sabine, carrying a handful of paint-covered rags and looked satisfied with herself. “Kid wants to know what Kanan’s role is, why he’s here,” Zeb said, nodding at Ezra. “Then he asked about you.”

“Seriously?” Sabine rolled her eyes. “Tell me you two aren’t this clueless. He’s here for Hera, obviously.”

“Well, I know that,” Ezra said, feeling himself flush slightly as Sabine ducked into the kitchen and returned without the rags. “But, like, does he have another reason? And what’s his job, you know? He’s kinda just some guy, not a Jedi or pilot like Hera, and not a master warrior like Zeb, or an explosive expert like you.”

“True,” Sabine acknowledged. “But not everyone in the Rebellion has to be as amazingly talented as we are. Most of us have a personal problem with the Empire. Could be Kanan does, too. But why does it matter?”

“I… guess it doesn’t,” Ezra said slowly. “It just didn’t make any sense to me that he’s the odd one out, I guess.”

Sabine shook her head impatiently. “You’re putting too much stock in the “everyone needs to be crazy skills” thing, kid. Look, Kanan’s a great shot, and a decent co pilot.”

“Amazing cook, too,” Zeb offered, and Sabine nodded.

“True. But what’s most important is that he has our backs. He looks out for us, in big ways and little ones. He knows what we need and he makes sure we can do our jobs well. We couldn’t do this without him. Got it?”

“I… I do, actually,” Ezra said. “Thanks.”

Kanan announced dinner was ready around an hour later, and the crew gathered in the lounge to eat. Hera took her usual seat, and Ezra dropped onto a crate nearby. “Did you figure out the answer to your question, Padawan?” she asked him, a hint of amusement in her eyes.

Setting down his fork, Ezra said, “I did, actually.” He paused, feeling the crew’s eyes on him, but Hera nodded for him to go on. “Your role isn’t an obvious one like Zeb or Hera,” he told Kanan, who was sitting opposite them, his plate balanced on one knee. “You’re here to watch our backs and make sure we’re okay, and take care of us. You’re… kind of the glue that holds us all together. Without you, we wouldn’t have made it this far.” He looked at Hera. “Am I right?”

His master was smiling, first at Ezra, and then at Kanan, who seemed surprised. “You’re absolutely right,” she told him. “Well done, Ezra.”

“Not bad, kid,” Zeb said.

Shrugging, Ezra said, “Hey, Kanan said it first— he’s whatever we need him to be. I think that counts, right?”

Kanan let out a chuckle, shaking his head. “Can’t argue there, I guess.” Shooting a wink at Hera, he added, “I still think I count as eye candy, though.”

“Of course you do, dear,” Hera said, rolling her eyes.

[hyper-jam]

My SecurityWaiter/DreamTheory gender+sexuality head canons because they’re giving me brainrot and queer identities is one of my SpIns 🫶🫶🫶

+some like general love life sorta stuff ig lol

Mike:

-AroAce (spectrum) and gay (or at LEAST achillean/mlm in some way that man is a BOY KISSER)

-Ness is one of if not the only person he’s liked/been attracted to

-he always just assumed he was straight cause yk it’s the “default” and prior to Ness he was never attracted to guys/masc people (at least not that he realized), but after catching feelings for Ness and talking to Ness abt gender and sexuality and all that, he realized he wasn’t really ever attracted to women either, then Ness explained the whole AroAce thing to him and he was like “oh damn yeah ig so huh”

-was literally so confused when he first started liking Ness because 1: he found them VERY annoying at first and 2: again he’s never really fallen for anybody before this so he was like ???

-he never really comes out to anyone he just kinda does whatever and is either generally private/quiet abt it or just doesn’t say anything until someone asks

-trans man :)) maybe like a few years on T, binds and packs because let’s be real that man is not affording any sort of surgery, HRT alone idk how he’s managing. I imagine he probably came out/started transitioning in his late teens-early twenties and is pretty stealth (he’s in his mid-late twenties, so is Ness in my mind, just for the general record lol)

-kinda insecure abt his gender and sexuality. It’s a mix of internalized stuff, dysphoria, generally always having felt awkward when it comes to that stuff, etc. Ness is the only person he’s really talked openly abt it with

-Abby would’ve been fairly young when he came out, and their parents were already out of the picture, so she’s never really known any different, plus he doesn’t talk about it much so frankly she may not even know he’s trans. If/when she finds/found out, she’s probably very curious about it and then became a HUGE ally. Also definitely questioned some stuff (briefly and privately but I headcanon she may have come out as non-binary when she’s older)

-is one of those trans guys who’s like a bit paranoid abt misgendering just cause he’s so insecure abt it. He hasn’t been misgendered in YEARS but every now and then he’ll overhear people talking about literally anyone with she/her pronouns and he gets a little anxious abt it

-tries so hard not to be anywhere close to naked around anyone because he hasn’t gotten any surgeries. Wears a shirt to the pool (if he even goes in the first place), wears layers in the summer, anything sexual’s never been a problem cause he’s chronically bitchless, but you get the idea

-definitely binds an unhealthy amount (someone please stop him)

-uses masculine looking/smelling 2n1/3n1 cause it’s the “man soap” (yeah he’s one of those trans mascs /lh, Ness definitely helps him get into more of a proper hygiene routine)

-has never slept anywhere that’s not home or let anyone sleep over because he has to take his binder off to sleep (dysphoria attacks often ensue)

-first few times he’s not binded or has been any amount of naked around Ness, he was understandably nervous and uncomfortable, but after a while he gets so perfectly reassured by Ness that his body is perfect the way it is and he’s a man PERIOD that my brother in Christ SOBS in their arms :33 (I feel like I sound so cringe but guys I’m literally transmasc let me have this)

-k I dunno what else to say about him but I love him dearly, moving on

Ness:

-Non-Binary and queer, uses all pronouns (I mainly use they/he for them but they use all pronouns)

-fairly open abt his queerness, especially compared to Mike (don’t tell me that it’s unrealistic for the era or anything like that I completely ignore the concept of time in all of my headcanons ever)

-teaches Mike a lot of stuff abt sexuality and gender since Mike never really looked much into it past realizing he was trans. Definitely helps him unpack some things 💔💔💔

-literally just a silly little malewife femalehubby themboss

-really doesn’t care much abt labels for themself specifically, but he’s one of those “I need to know and understand EVERYTHING” autistics so he learns abt that sort of stuff for other people

-has dated a handful of people before, all across the gender spectrum, so they’re pretty comfortable in their love life and such

-is good at flirting but like in an autistic theater kid kinda way (gay and silly)

-loves to experiment with presentation and style in all sorts of ways. Has definitely done drag at least once

-they’re too silly for binaries idek what else to say abt it that’s kinda just the overall consensus

-was very supportive when Mike came out to them as trans (obviously) it doesn’t matter what they said, Mike would feel awkward no matter what, but they were glad Mike trusted them with that sort of thing and Mike was relieved that literally just SOMEONE knew (specifically someone he trusts and cares abt)

-would wear so many pins related to all sorts of things but yes that includes pride flags and pronouns bro LOVES pins their silliness cannot be contained

Ok that’s all I feel cringe but from what I can tell that’s what tumblrs for so yeah. I will definitely yap more abt them in the future

[lariyats]

something something my haikaveh pokemon au

the NOTES. for people who don’t have much knowledge of pokemon.

if you have NOT been linked here from the fic, the fic is here.

KAVEH’S TEAM

Pidgeot, Reuniclus, Mehrak (Porygon2)

ALHAITHAM’S TEAM

Braviary (Hisuian), Metagross, Pichu

they each have a big bird, a stage 2 psychic type and a baby (mehrak is a baby) bc they’re cringe and matchy matchy mirrors of each other. etc.

i forgor the brush i was using so that’s why they look different oops sawry

FAQ (but not really)

Q: why does alhaitham have a metagross?

A: ‘i’m just a feeble scholar’ headass. i wrote that not many ppl know he has one but after the coup this changes and everyone finds out. they both hate it

Q: mehrak porygon and not rotom?

A: yes. bc someone has to be! ancient artificial pkmn thats been a little bugged out from age etc. i think its funnier like this too (running joke)

+relationship chart if anyone's curious. ignore that its in the notes app i wrote it while i was on vacation.

protip: birds were picked on vibes (pokedex entries), psychic types on vibes but also how they can help with their day jobs (actually only kaveh) and their babies on both vibes and helpfulness (you can probably guess who). check the dex entries for more information. what can i say.

reshiram is the dragon of truth + zekrom is the dragon of ideals - why theyre paired with haitham and kaveh respectively should be self explanatory. i think.

not mentioned, but the other competitors teams.

in this au, the structure of the competition rounds is the same as canon, but they can also pick one pokemon partner to help them each round. battling is prohibited except for in the final round, where some is allowed for purposes of gaining the diadem. kaveh picked mehrak in all three rounds.

- faruzan and golurk

- layla and abra

- tighnari and breloom

& of course, wanderer and silvally, cyno and lucario, and nahida and shaymin! nahida also takes care of a 1% zygarde (a little squishy guy)

ENDING SCENE COMMENTARY

in my idea of hvkh. hthm is kind of a ‘and then i’ll keep these feelings inside until i die’ kind of guy but also not really. he knows he’s in love but he doesn’t want to say it out loud bc he also knows that saying it when kaveh isn’t ready for it could end badly.

so what he does is show it in other ways. he bickers like usual. he goes to pick him up from the tavern and pay his bill and take him home, take off his makeup and his accessories etc. making little accomodations for him that he wouldn’t for anyone else. that’s the kind of love that he shows.

kvh on the other hand is the …. hmmge…. dunno how to word it properly but the ‘if i let myself be loved then i let myself be known.’ kind of guy. or something. it’s not that he doesn’t return hthm’s feelings! or even not know what it means! but he doesn’t want to accept them for what they actually are bc… if he does, then it also means confronting the fact that someone actually Cares about him [jawdrop.jpg]. and that person is like. the most annoying person you have ever known but also like the only person who perfectly matches you beat for beat and makes you Feel. feelings. horrendous.

so bc of that i did Not actually choose to put in words the big L word . Yes they do Confess, but in the theme of things, it’s more Actions speak louder than Words. it is also more wow. both me and alhaitham would probably break out in hives if he straight up said it like that. i would much rather let the two of them be the ‘act’ and the ‘react’.

i also think that kaveh is someone who loves romantic gestures and even though what happened was romantic (kind of) lots of things happened that made it also. really weird. so while its p much acceptance of feelings he also wants to have a chance to properly convey things and have a heartfelt romantic dramatic speech etc. after he's prepared. that's the proper answer part.

it’s a tale of two idiots who both have acts of service as their giving love language but the extent to which their receiving (acts of service) differs. bc kaveh probably has receiving (words of affirmation) and haithams is. idk. receiving (knowing that the person he loves knows he is loved and that he is taking care of himself and knows his own worth). bc as cute as physical affection hc is it do think that it’s not really something he absolutely needs or wants. whoa i am rambling ok ill stop myself there for now. whew.

[kayzero]

So I had an anxiety attack came up with a theory that if I put forth energy on January 1 then I will sow similar energy throughout the new year—for example, if I don’t sleep at all from midnight to midnight then surely this year I will have more energy in general. (My anxiety takes pleasure in consorting with my insomnia.)

In that spirit, because I want to actually write more Zero Win Game and just write more in general this year (there was an impressively small amount of words written by me overall in 2023), here’s…

A random fucking monologue by Akane that popped into my head while I was waiting for FF7R to download. It has now been an hour and a half since I started that download, and it gave me an estimate of about ten minutes.

…I’m pretty sure I can’t fit this into the Fragment where it originated from. “We have sixty minutes to escape or we all die but I guess we can indulge little miss Reversed Moon Arcana in one of her deranged fucking monologues.” I dunno. If you find yourself reading this aloud can you time how long it takes you?

Actually you know what, fuck it, I’ll shoehorn it in. It’ll be my own little Ice-9 lecture.

(Time yourself anyway I’m curious.)

“Akane, can you tell me what you remember from today?”

…

I remember…

Isn’t that funny? I remember. They said I wouldn’t, but I do, they said they’d be muddled, but they’re clear, I can see them so clearly.

They said they wouldn’t inject me, but they lied. They said it would make me forget—I guess they lied. They must have lied. I didn’t forget, I remember. I can see…

No. I can’t see them. I can’t see it.

I was looking at you.

But I can feel it. I feel it straining, fighting against me, getting stuck—it won’t turn, the wheel has to turn, the wheel always turns, the wheel can’t get stuck, it can’t stop, except when it does. Sometimes it does stop. The wheel stopped. And I had to push it to get it to turn again, WHY AM I ALWAYS THE ONE WHO HAS TO PUSH?!

I feel the moment that I push too far, but it’s not too far, it’s exactly far enough, I had to push you this, far, or else people would’ve just been hurt with nothing to show for it. I know it hurts, but I can’t just stop when it hurts, or else other people get hurt, everybody else gets hurt—so isn’t it better that I hurt just a few people, isn’t it better that I push you not too far, it’s never too far, it’s just far enough to change you forever, shatter your fragile humanity and make you something…

Less. A pile of ash that used to be a scared little sister. Then more. A functionally immortal being that can see and speak into the future, into the past, into a different present where someone was shot instead of spared, a proto-god that can see everything everywhere and everywhen… that used to be a scared little sister.

…Was she scared, do you think?

Her blood was warm when it hit my back, warm like an embrace, like the final embrace she’d ever give to anyone ever again in this timeline, and she gave it to me instead of her soon-to-be-grieving brother.

It didn’t dry. I would’ve felt it if it did. They must’ve cleaned me up. How considerate of our kidnappers, to respect proper hygiene as they force us to kill each other. Don’t share needles! Don’t injest mysterious substances! Don’t walk around covered in the blood of your victims!

God, I can smell it. It’s weird that I can smell it, it’s weird that it’s so overpowering, ‘cause isn’t blood supposed to be odourless? It’s not the blood that’s so overbearing, not really, it’s the iron in the hemoglobin trying to do its duty of carrying oxygen throughout the bloodstream, and it’s the iron that reacts to the oxygen in the air, and there was so much hemoglobin, there was so, much, iron. But it isn’t completely overwhelming, blood is supposed to be odourless, after all, and there’s only so much iron, it only takes up so much of the blood that’s spilled.

You’d wish it was completely overwhelming. I wish it was, at least. Because then it would mask the other scents, the worse scents. The scents of human waste being released upon death—because that’s what you’re supposed to do when you die. When you’re alive, you’re so tense, you’re so clenched, you keep everything inside, you just hold it deep inside, and you never let it out, you can’t let it out, you keep it bottled up forever, no matter what, no matter who—but when you die, the part of your brain telling everything to tense up dies first, and every other part of you forcibly relaxes, and everything comes rushing out, and everyone will know what was hiding inside this whole time.

Assumably. It’s never really happened to me, relaxing is for other people to do once I’m done, not that I’m ever done, ‘cause I always have to push. I don’t get to relax, not even in death.

…I can hear it.

Pulling. Screaming. Tearing. Splashing.

Ends are always so loud.

A quiet death would be nice, I think. I’ve never experienced one before. It’s always loud. Useless pounding and roaring jets, futile arguments and falling axes, reminiscence and splashing water

Yeah… When I’m finally done… When it’s my turn to relax…

I just want everything…

To be…

……

I’m sorry, what were we talking about?

[topazy]

Inside, outside

Pairings: 10k x reader, Addy Carver x sister reader

Warnings: Blood, violence and swearing

Chapter: 4.05

“Why does the apocalypse always have to be so hot?” Murphy groans.

Usually you’d roll your eyes at his moaning, but he was right. You could all feel the sun burning your backs or your scalps and necks, and you didn’t have much water left. “Probably the global warming thing everyone used to talk about pre-apocalypse.”

“Don’t sass me,” he huffs. “If this were pre-apocalyptic days, you’d be paying for my therapy.”

You and Warren share a curious look. You shrug, “I’ll bite, what the hell are you talking about, Murphy?”

“You two,” he points accusingly at you and 10K. “I overheard the two of you last night... fornicating and when you thought everyone else was asleep.”

“That’s impossible; we were nowhere even near camp last,” 10k argues.

Your cheeks blush as you avoid making eye contact with anyone.

“Yeah, well, that may be true, but I went for a walk so I could pee in privacy and got traumatized instead.”

Warren shakes her head and tells him to shut up just as Sarge stops in front of you and motions to a large truck that’s parked in the middle of the road. “What do you think? I say we check it out.”

“I dunno, it seems easy. Nobody just leaves vehicles like that behind.”

“You’re right, so let’s move in easy,” Warren says. “Sarge and I will check it out, Murphy watch Lucy. 10k and Doc, you guys cover us, and Astra, you watch over Murphy and Lucy.”

Murphy scrunches his face up at her comment. Warren and Sarge checked the front of the truck and cleared it so Lucy could check it for Z’s.

“If anyone’s in there, they aren’t dead,” she says, walking around the truck.

A vague feeling of deja vu comes over you as you think back to all the traps you’ve fallen into before. “I don’t like this, I think we should keep walking.”

Before anyone could reply, the truck's engine turned on, apparently by itself. Somehow someone was controlling it remotely. You, 10k, Sarge, and Doc all aim their guns towards the front screen of the truck.

“Lower your weapons,” Warren says. “Let’s keep going by foot.”

You all start to walk silently, remaining on the road, until Lucy spins around and points at the truck that is following you, “Look!”

Every time your group walked up the road, a vehicle followed. Someone was stalking you.

“I think we should run towards the tree line over to our left,” you say, pointing to a forest area that was only a five-minute walk away as the truck's engine revs louder. “The houses would block it from following us, so we would have enough time to hide from whoever this is.”

Warren shakes her head, “no, I’m going in.” She marches towards the truck, saying, “Doc, Astra, and 10k cover the cab. Sarge, if anything bad happens, shoot the tyres first, then the engine. Murphy, stay with Lucy! Nobody shoots until I say.”

Reluctantly, you raise your gun and follow her orders, even though your gut tells you to run.

Warren slowly opens the side of the door, and a loud screeching sound fills the air, causing everyone to clasp their hands over their ears before falling to the ground.

—

Frantically, you start to search every inch of the morgue for your friends, who were hiding from an oncoming horde of Z’s.

“They aren’t here,” a soft voice says from behind you.

You look over your shoulder and let out a little gasp at the sight of Cassandra, who is smiling at you. You feel tears rise to your eyes as she walks towards you, looking like she did before she was bitten. before the virus spread across the world. She looked healthy.

She sits down at a table and makes motions for you to do the same thing. You plop down in the chair across from her and immediately hear laughter.

“What are you remembering?” She asks.

“We took shelter here to hide from a horde of Z’s,” you feel your warm tears run down your cheeks. “We sat around this table laughing and eating all the food Murphy found.”

She smiles fondly at the memory. “Meeting you guys was the best thing that happened to me in the apocalypse. I know what it means now to be truly a part of something good.”

“You died.”

“I know.”

“I hit you over the head with a rock.”

“I know.”

“I killed you.”

Cassandra’s shiny, dark hair moved softly as she shook her head. She reaches her hand out for yours and says, “No, you didn't. I was already dead.”

“I’m sorry,” you tighten the grip on her hand. “I’m so sorry, I never meant to hurt you. Please forgive me.”

“There’s nothing to forgive,” she said tearfully. “I was glad it was you in the end who showed me mercy. Tommy would never have been able to do it. I would have killed one of my friends without meaning it, which would have been much worse because he’s still human.”

You scoff lightly and wipe at his eyes, saying, “Mostly anyway, Murphy bit him, then he died and came back. It's a long story.”

“I know,” her brown eyes welled up. “I’ve been with you every step of the way, I never truly left you guys.”

You completely let your emotions go and sobbed into the back of your hand, “I wish this was real.”

“Who says it’s not?”

You awaken with a start and feel a tightness when you struggle to move. You were trapped inside a wooden box that was positioned upright, so you were tightened.

You try to force the wooden panel open but it doesn’t work, “oh shit, shit, shit.”

“Don’t force it or they’ll start setting off the alarm.”

“Murphy?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” he sighs. “We’re the only ones here.”

A horrifying realization hits you, everyone else could be much worse off, “we need to get out and find our people.”

“What the hell do you think I’ve been doing? I've got a daughter who hates me to save!”

You chuckle, “Caring about others suits you.”

He pauses.

You think you’ve hit a nerve until he starts talking in his normal sarcastic tone, “I know what you're thinking.”

“What’s that?”

“None of this would have happened if Warren had listened to you and we’d gone into the damn woods.”

You roll your eyes before pounding on the wood again. “The thought never even crossed my mind.”

“Sure, sure, play that card.”

You stop pondering and sigh, “Murphy, Lucy doesn’t hate you. Despite being able to talk to dead people, she’s still just a teenage girl.”

He makes a grunting noise in response. Seconds later, the sound of something metal hitting the floor and the room filling with smoke.

—

You sit up confused, despite your last memory of being trapped inside a wooden box breathing in toxic gas, you were now in an open field, surrounded by long grass. You get up and walk until you reach the edge of the hill you're standing on and look down at the Sisters of Mercy camp.

Didn’t it get destroyed? You frown, remembering how twisted the people who run the place were.

“I still hate them too.”

You spin around to see Mack standing behind you; you go up to him and hug him tightly. You suddenly realized whatever was in the gas was making you hallucinate, but you were grateful because you’d now got to see two people whose grief at losing you hadn’t fully come to terms with yet.

“Your sister is not with you?” He asks, stepping back.

“Mack,” you knew by the tone of his voice that he was in an argumentative mood. “Don’t start, I’ve no idea when I’ll wake up.”

“Where is she?”

“I don’t know. She keeps leaving,” you shrug. “You know what Addy’s like more than anyone, she does whatever she wants.”

“Do you miss her?” He asks seriously.

You nod, “all the time. I miss you too.”

“Next time you see her, don’t let her go, you need each other.” Mack pulls you into him again and kisses the top of your head. “I’m so proud of you, Astra; you’ve come so far.”

You rest your head against his chest and try to find the words to thank him for all the times he has saved you, but nothing comes out.

“Also, tell 10K to always treat you right. If not, I have no problem going Freddie Kruger on his ass and strangling him in his sleep.”

You laugh at Mack’s comment before slowly feeling him disappear.

You woke to the sound of coughing nearby, followed by thumping. “Doc? Doc is that you?” Murphy calls out, “Doc, are you alright?”

“Doc’s fine. Just some nerve gas or something,” 10k replies. “I’m fine too, thanks for asking.”

Murphy ignores his comment and yells, “Is Astra with you?! She was with me, but they threw the gas in, and I haven’t heard from her since.”

“No, I've not seen her since we got here,” you could hear the panic in his voice. “How was she? Was she hurt?”

“I never physically saw her, but she sounded drugged out of her mind when I first heard her; she kept rambling the same things.”

“What was she saying?” Doc asks, his voice sounding huskier than normal.

“Something about a rock and forgiveness, the girl wasn’t making much sense then she suddenly snapped out of it.” Astra wanted to escape and find you guys, but we got gassed. “Maybe she got out.”

10k goes silent for a moment before saying, “Doc, help me kick this down.”

Unable to talk from the dryness in your throat from the gas, you find the strength to weakly bang on the side of the wood to let them know you were there.

“Astra? Astra, is that you?” 10k asks, his voice laced with fear.

You manage to croak out a yes. From the distance, you’d guess you were in a separate room from the rest of them.

“I’m glad you're okay,” Warren says. Her voice surprised you since she’d been silent the whole time. “We go to find a way out here or they’re going to kill us one by one.”

“Who’s running this show? What's their problem?” Doc asks, frustrated.

The same screeching sound from the truck fills the room. Warren tells everyone to fight falling asleep, but it’s impossible as you're completely black.

—

You watch as the waves crash into the rocks below and smile as your nostrils are filled with sea air. You feel a presence behind you but don’t need to turn around to know who it is, “things would have been so different if you’d come with us.”

“It is what it is.”

“That’s such a thing you thing to say,” you turn around to face Vasquez.

His face is stern like it was when you first met him. “I was wrong. Love doesn’t make you weak. It gives you strength, something to fight for.”

Before you can react, you feel a sharp pain in your stomach and fall to the ground. Vasquez kneels down beside you with a concerned look on his face. “How is the pain real when none of this is?”

“I don’t know.”

You gulp down as your body starts to tremble with pain, and through gritted teeth you ask, “Did you find your family?”

He finally smiles and says, “I did, and you're about to find yours.”

You let out a loud scream as the piercing pain continued to sweep across your stomach. You open your eyes and see a man with a disfigured face leaning over you, slicing the flesh on your stomach with his knife.

He notices that you're awake and giggles like a child. You lean forward to headbutt him, but he moves fast, and you end up cracking your nose off his skull. He trips you up, and you land on the ground with a thud. The man kicks you in the face, causing your vision to blur. He goes to kick you again, but you extend your foot, kicking him in the balls. The knife falls from his grip, you catch it and stab him in the neck. You gag as his blood sprays across your body.

A hell escapes your lips as his limp body falls on top of you. You manage to pull your arm out from underneath him to move it far enough to stab the knife into his head. The weight of the man, who is much larger than you, begins to crush you, making it hard for you to breathe.

The door to the room swings open, and you mentally prepare yourself to try and fight, even though you’ll most likely die.

“Oh, my lord,” Warren starts to shove the man’s body off you. “She’s in here! Sarge, help me get her up.”

Sarge joins her in pushing the man off you, and you feel oxygen filling your lungs as normal again.

Here, Sarge extends her hand to help you up as footsteps approach faster down the hallway outside. “10k, we’re in here.”

10k runs into the room and freezes. His eyes trace all the blood that covers your body. Not having time to ask any questions, he picks you up in bridal style and starts to run towards a staircase where the others are waiting.

“What happened to her?” Murphy asks while leading the way up the stairs.

“We’ll get to that later,” Warren says sternly before shoving the door open at the top of the stairs leading outside.

10k’s grip on you tightens, “that’s not good.”

With your good eye, you follow his trail of vision and notice seven wooden coffins. The screeching noise pierces the air, and again, 10k falls to the ground with you in his arms.

—

You're only awake for a few moments before the wooden box you're trapped in is opened and you're caught as you fall forward. 10k picks you up again, and Doc shoves a cloth over your stomach to try and stop the bleeding. “Try and hold this kid; we’ll get a proper look at you once we’re out of here and fix you right up.”

“How? We don’t have any supplies.”

“We do now,” Lucy says cheerfully, “not only did Carson save us but he showed me where to find a first aid kit.”

You grip onto 10k’s jacket, “Do you see the Z walking beside us?”

“That’s Carson.”

His answer didn’t make you any less confused. You zone in and out as men try to block the hallway leading to the way out, but Carson attacks them, turning them all into Zs. You weren’t sure if it was a hallucination or not, but you could have sworn you saw Murphy get bitten on the arm by a Z when he pulled his daughter away from them.

—

You and your group make it outside just as the screeching starts again, but everyone runs away and it seems to stop. “Okay, Tommy, you need to put me down before you collapse.”

Reluctantly kneel down so he can fully catch his breath, at the same time, Murphy falls to the ground and starts shaking. “I think he bit me.”

Doc rolls up Murphy's sleeve to reveal a bite mark, “But he’s immune, right?”

“Not anymore, not since he was cured,” Warren confirms.

—

Lucy and Doc help Murphy walk, while 10k helps you. You still needed a probing look over, but from Doc’s quick assessment, he said you’d need the cut on your stomach stitched up and cleaned. You had a possible broken nose and a lump on the side of your head from being kicked from behind.

You let out a sound of disgust as you could see so far down the road and saw the truck again, the only difference was that there was another vehicle and more belongings scattered across the road. “They are still taking people.”

“Those sons of a bitch,” Warren opens the car door for Murphy to get into the back seat, then opens the boot, “it will be easier for Doc to look at the wound if you're laying down.”

You groan as you lean back in the boot. While the others, minus yourself and Murphy, gather the belongings that have been left behind, Warren approaches you and squeezes your shoulder, saying, “For what it’s worth, I should have listened to you. We should have run.”

A smile finds its way onto your lips, “It is what it is.”

[skopostheorie]

I keep forgetting that you like. Don’t watch Sesame Street except the Count. like he is very charming but so is everyone else and if the Count appeals to you it’s hard to believe that like. Grover or Bert and Ernie wouldn’t?

do you enjoy Oscar when he interacts with people other than Count?

I dunno maybe I’m the weird one

Of course I like all the other characters! Certainly on a general level, anyway. Most people like the Sesame Street characters just as, like, a cultural phenomenon. I just wouldn't ever take time out of my day to watch a whole episode unless I was babysitting a kid or something.

I think the most I've ever done is watch a few Grover bits, because he's my second fav, and that was, again, in a similar way to how anyone from the English-speaking world (or other places with High Muppet Presence) might get curious and rewatch some old videos. Ditto with Oscar, Elmo, and so on. But they just don't tickle me in the same way the Count does. I dunno.

[manicali]

Do ya’ll ever see those friendship/dating advice people, the ones who do their makeup and then voice over it with some shit?

FUCK I CAN NOT STAND THEM. And here’s why. I love the concept but the advice is HORRIBLE.

“If any of your friends are insecure, dump them. They’re toxic”

Like bro WHAT? Does anyone else think that friendships (and romantic relationships, I suppose, the video was about friendships, but I’ve seen some about dating) can be worked on? Like obviously not if you’re being abused or hurt to an extent. But like, say your friend is a little bitchy. Like are you supposed to just go bye bye? I dunno, It always weirds me out that relationships (of all kinds) are so…nothing to some people. Like if they have flaws, just dump them? Is this a normal thing that people do? Like what? Maybe i take connections to other people way to seriously.

Is this just me being weird? I’m curious.

[sobashahzadi]

yeah so this a comic I made a whole while ago

I don’t do many but ya know, @randomnumber20 and I were talking bout their oc and and I couldn’t resist (context at the end of u want some)

Rika-UGH! I’m so bored!

Aki-Well, you could always help us clean up?

Rika-that’s boring!

Rika-I know! Let’s talk about romance and stuff!

Endou-what romance stuff is there to talk about?

Rika-Loads! Like uh… what about… Ryuukou! I bet he’s 100% going out with someone!

Kabeyama-Really? Who do you think he would be going out with?

Rika-I dunno but I do see him talking with Reina a lot

Fudou-Nahhh, he’s deffo going out with Afuro, have u seen the way he looks at him?

Touko-but he’s always so soft and gentle around Reina?

Fubuki- (bless his sweet soul) Ryuukou and Afuro would make a really cute couple

Kougure-I bet 500yen he’s dating Reina!

Todd(wtf is his name in sub again?)- I bet 1000yen he’s dating Afuro!

Aki-guys stop we can’t be betting behind their ba-

midorikawa- I bet 1500 it’s Reina!

Aki-MIDORIKAWA! Not u too!

midorikawa-sorry…

______________________________________________________________ CONTEXT-

-Ryuukou is @randomnumber20’s Inazuma eleven oc, go ask them about him if your curious but beware the guy does not shut up once he starts (only if there isn’t anything else in common to talk about ofc)

-Everyone from past Raimon teams (most characters, some aren’t there for the plot but they were all supposed to go, so like the s2 team and Inazuma Japan and all) gathered to have a match or whatever just for fun before they graduate middle school (this is before their actual post-graduation match) just for funsies under coach Hibiki, coach Kudou and coach Hitomiko. -but suddenly a storm started to brew and crashed their parade, now these poor players must wait out the rain and thunder in the club room-chaos ensues (coaches went for shelter to the school because they’re professional adults, also Hitimiko refused to step inside that “shabby looking ramshackle of a shed”)

-basically they’ve been there a solid 5 minutes and Rika is already bored out of her mind and she wants to do what she does best, gossip about romance. When Endou, oblivious to everything but sakka asks what romance there could possible be to talk about Rika thinks hard and suddenly remembers a fairly new face that happened to catch the hearts of many recently, the one the only, the thundergod of the field Ryuukou.

-she first suggests that Reina might be interested in this handsome specimen, however Fudou, always looking to stir up trouble brings up the fact that Afuro seems mightily interested in the him too

-this sets off a series of comments on both possible romantic candidates only for the fire to be further fanned by the ever so mischievous Kogure who starts betting on who he thinks is the better option of the two for their dear friend, not at all intending to pay the price

-Kurimatsu joined in and Aki worries for another storm brewing in their club room and wishes to stop this betting nonsense, Midorikawa, ever so oblivious to the conversation simply wants his dear friend Reina to win, not knowing the stakes at hand, he bets even more for her only to upset Aki further.

I got a bit carried away lol, I’ve never written or even drawn a proper comic or even a fanfic (I mostly only do crackfics) so this was fun

I have part 2 of this drawn up and ready to go if anyone is interested in seeing how this goes and I also have a separate comic involving this same oc in ie-go.

OH YEAH FORGOT TO MENTION- this was drawn up very very late at night whilst I was very tired and feeling very high on Inazuma eleven brain rot so mind u the drawings may look a bit sloppy

[green-socks]

Anchor part 2: Someone New

Pairing: Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x F!reader x Robert 'Bob' Floyd

Summary: You finally get to meet Bob, who Mickey has not shut up about. Poor Bob is more confused than ever.

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: none really.

Notes: This was finished weeks ago and then I forgot to post lol. As always, thank you to @a-reader-and-a-writer for being an awesome beta help <3. And the credit for the headcanon of Mickey's real name and the backstory I use here goes to @marvelousmermaid who is officially Fanboy's wife and I'm just loaning him.

Part 1 | MASTERLIST

You and Miguel had been together since freshman year of high school. He was your best friend, and you knew there was nothing in the world that could make you not be in each other’s lives. You didn’t know if you’d use the word soulmate, because that didn’t feel quite right, and because the word sort of sounded like there could only be one.

Because while you and your Mickey were still madly in love with each other after all this time, it was sometime after college that you had both expressed the want to possibly add someone else to your relationship.

That was of course easier said than done. A lot of people were interested in a night of fun, or just casual, semi-regular sex, and you had tried that too, but ultimately you both agreed that you were the committing kind of people. That maybe was evident from the way you had already committed to each other, but at least now you knew. The other problem was that it was understandably difficult for someone entirely new to jump in with two people who already had known each other for ages. Many were hesitant to date two people already so in love with each other, fearing there wouldn’t be space for them, or that they’d never get the inside jokes and feel left out. You both could understand that as well, and you tried to make it clearly about dating you both as individuals and not just a package deal.

But so far you hadn’t found anyone who was the absolute right fit. Which is why you were very interested to hear more when Mickey texted you that he had “met someone”. When you demanded more explanation, he just replied “I’ll explain when I get home”, so here you were, waiting for his drunk ass to get back. He’d said he’d only go for one drink and check the situation out, but you knew Mickey never resisted a good time, so you weren’t surprised when it was past two am when he finally got home…

…And accidentally spilled some soda on the floor, waving a take-out bag. “Babe, I got us some nuggies!” he announced excitedly.

You did love nuggies.

Grabbing a few paper towels, you went to wipe the soda stain before it dried and then accepted the bag from him with a kiss on his cheek.

“Thanks, honey. Now, what was that text about?”

“There was this guy tonight, Bob, he’s a WSO like me, and we, like, immediately bonded over so much stuff and he’s so cute, you should have seen him. I flirted with him a little, to see how he’d respond, and I think he was feelin’ it, he kept blushing a lot. It was cute,” Mickey babbled. “And he’s a total nerd. You love nerds.”

“You got me there,” you laughed. “Wait, so is his name Bob or is his callsign Bob?”

“Sort of both? His name is Robert and Bob is his callsign. I dunno.”

“Huh. Interesting. Anyway, what does he look like? Would it be inappropriate to sleuth his Instagram??”

“Y’can’t, he doesn’t have any social media,” Mickey said, mouth full of fries.

“More interesting! Well, I’m obviously curious to meet him just based on what you said. Look at you, getting a crush first night back! You little ho,” you teased affectionately, and he grinned back all boyish and proud. “We should talk about this more properly tomorrow. It’s late and you still have an early morning tomorrow.”

He agreed, and so you made him drink some more water before getting to bed. You’d probably get more information tomorrow, both about why Miguel had been called back here, and about this other WSO who your boyfriend seemed to be very interested in.

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It’d been a week since you came to Fightertown, and you could tell the stress of the mission was getting to Mickey. He was usually one of the most optimistic people you knew, but even Mickey seemed much more stressed, serious, and tired than usual. Obviously, he couldn’t tell you too much about the mission, but he did keep you updated on everything he could.

Every night when he came home to you, he’d collapse on the couch and then you’d make him eat something and watch YouTube videos while he regaled the latest twists and turns of being back at TOPGUN. You felt like you were following a season of ‘Keeping Up with the Aviators’ or something, and you felt like you knew the others already without actually having met anyone else besides Reuben of course.

Your boyfriend had been working long days all week, which was why you were surprised when he texted you around noon, telling you to come to the beach behind The Hard Deck. Deciding you could push back work a little, you drove the short way there to see what was up.

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You settled yourself on the beach a little to the side of the bar. You had brought a book with you in case you needed entertainment, but once the gang of aviators got going, it was clear that Mickey and his colleagues were bringing the entertainment and then some. It would have felt a little weird to just sit there and ogle at the sweaty aviators playing their weird-looking football, but you had been invited to watch, so you figured it was okay. It was unclear to you what the rules of the game were and who was winning, or sometimes even who was on which team, but it was still really fun to watch them all rolling in the sand and getting into the game. It seemed like they were really having a great time, and the fun was infectious.

You suspected you knew the reason why Mickey had asked you to come today. It was a chance to see him and his fellow aviators out of uniform and in a more relaxed setting, but it was especially an opportunity to see one particular man. Mickey had told you that Bob wore glasses, but it wasn’t that that made him stand out amongst the gang of overgrown children. A flash of yellow among the shirtless players drew your attention immediately, and the glasses confirmed your guess that this was Bob.

It was obviously difficult to tell much about him from this distance, but you thought he seemed really cute. Mickey had talked about Bob a lot this past week, and you recognized the signs of infatuation in him. Your boyfriend was a man who got quickly excited about new things and jumped in headfirst, falling fast, whether it be new people or new hobbies. You liked that about him, but you also knew you had to stay realistic about the situation, and that he really was trying to keep it cool until there was even anything to get properly excited about.

It still made your stomach flutter pleasantly to see Miguel hugging Bob after scoring a point and lingering a touch (or two) longer than what was generally considered a hug between just friends. You could see the adoring look on your lover’s face even from here. And admittedly you had to restrain yourself from clapping and cheering along when later Bob was hoisted on tall shoulders and carried around like a hero.

Eventually, the merry gang all became too tired to play anymore, so Mickey jogged over to you.

“Come with me, amor. I want you to meet everyone,” he said, pulling you up to your feet.

You were excited to meet the people you had been watching all afternoon, even though the large crowd felt a little intimidating.

Before Mickey could even get everyone’s attention, Reuben came up to pull you into a big hug. You loved Reuben’s hugs, so you didn’t even complain about his sweaty chest pressing against your face.

“Been a long time! It’s good to see you,” he grinned, pulling away.

“Good to see you too, dude. Sorry I didn’t come to see you sooner,” you said, swiping your cheek dry from the sweat.

“Nah, don’t worry about it, we’ve been busy.”

“So I hear. I’m glad you got to have a little fun today at least.”

“Guys, this is my girl! Babe, this is.. everyone,” Mickey exclaimed proudly, interrupting your catching up with Reuben.

He introduced you to the whole group and told them that you were staying here with him for the duration of this special assignment. Everyone shouted greetings at you at once, and then someone suggested moving the party to The Hard Deck, so you let Reuben sling his arm over your shoulders and steer you inside.

You thought you’d noticed a flicker of disappointment on the one bespectacled aviator’s face when Mickey had introduced you, and you hoped it was because Bob assumed Mickey was taken for good and not because he didn’t like how you looked or something.

(Mickey could have told you that he, for his part, had noticed Bob eyeing you with interest up until you’d been introduced as Mickey’s girl. And that had made him happier than even the beach football game.)

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Bob was sitting at a table on the edge of where most of the group was hanging out. He felt like it was a good spot to be still sort of with them without seeming rude or like he didn’t want to be associated with them, but also far enough out that he felt like he could calm down a little. It had been a long day of high-energy socializing, and his battery was running low. He just needed a moment to recharge.

And reevaluate. Fanboy had a girlfriend. Which, in his mind, meant that either he really couldn’t trust himself to read any signals ever, or Fanboy actually had been flirting with him all week despite his relationship status. Which generally wasn’t a good thing. He’d seen enough of supposedly taken Navy men flirting at bars with random people that he knew what the gist usually was.

Yet, somehow, this situation didn’t seem like that at all. Since coming inside the bar, Bob had learned that they had been together for ages, and they seemed very happy together. Bob still trusted his observing skills to be able to tell that much. Besides, Fanboy just didn’t seem the type to go behind anyone’s back. Sure, he had only known the other WSO for a week, but he felt he knew enough of Fanboy’s character to vouch for that.

So, that left him taking Fanboy’s friendly acts for flirting as the most likely explanation. It wouldn’t be the first time, but usually, it went the other way around. He’d never been able to tell when someone was flirting with him, so it felt ironic that this time he really had thought it had been about that.

As if his thoughts had summoned them, the couple approached his table.

“Hey Bobby, mind if we sit with you?” Fanboy asked.

“Of course not.” He managed what he hoped was a polite smile.

“Sorry to disturb you. I just wanted to come meet you properly, since I’ve been hearing so much about you this past week,” you said.

Your smile was kind, but the words didn’t sound like empty flattery, and based on the way Fanboy looked a little sheepish, it was the truth.

Bob fought not to blush right out of the gate. But before he could stammer any reply, you moved on.

“Do you prefer to be called Robert or Bob or Bobby or something else?” His face must have reflected the slight bewilderment he was feeling, since you continued, “It’s just that I never call Miguel Fanboy since I don’t work in the Navy, and I don’t want to call you by your callsign if you’d rather be called something else outside of that context, you know?”

Not feeling any less bewildered, but still slightly touched that you’d ask for his preference, he replied, “I don’t mind any of those, to be honest. My cousin sometimes calls me Robby, for example. So, your call, I guess.” He shrugged, grinning a little.

“Wait, Miguel, huh?” Bob turned to Fanboy.

“Yeah,” the other man grinned back, “I’ve just been Mickey to pretty much everyone but my family since I was a kid. Mickey’s a bit.. easier.”

Bob thought he understood what Fanboy meant. People maybe laughed at his callsign sometimes, but at least no one had ever judged him for his actual name.

“Anyway,” Fanboy continued, “we, uhh, we wanted to ask you something.”

You both looked nervous all of a sudden, and Bob was more confused than ever.

“Would you like to have dinner with us tomorrow night? Our place. After you guys get out of training,” you blurted.

“Oh, uhm, sure.” Bob felt like he was blinking a lot during this conversation. “That sounds nice.”

“Great! We’d love to get to know you better. You seem like a really great guy.”

Okay, now was that a flirty look? From you? Just now? Or is he imagining things again? Bob felt like his head was spinning.

The two of you got up to join the others again, both of you simultaneously reaching to squeeze his hand, saying, “Tomorrow” with matching winks to boot.

Bob wasn’t entirely sure, but he felt like hadn’t just been invited to a simple board game night.

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[pebiejeebies]

hey uh

dunno if this is a weird question but

you said stuff like ‘you should find your kins’, it made me curious xP

could you maybe elaborate how one would go about doing that? (and anything else youd like to mention about the topic?)

thanks if so! i wouldnt know where to begin to start researching this stuff haha

( praying that my info is accurate + that I used this right for myself )

Lemme make a list of steps for you to simplify everything! :D

1- Find out who you relate to the most: This is the best and quickest way to figure out your kin! You start with someone you think you connect to, then next

2- You reaserch THE HECK out of them: as much as possible, from their personalities, to their colors (I realized I had some sort of connection for white creatures/characters, so when I found out cabby used to be white, it just seemed like we were meant to be lmao), to their friends and foes, and a lot more, just genuinely study the character!

3- Now find the things you relate to about the character: Take what you learnt, and compare them to your life in your own way, (Ex: Let’s say cabby freaked out over a small fight, try to analyze why she did that, and how much of her reactions and thoughts are related to yours) you can swap the characters for your irl people that affected you in the same way (Ex: let’s say cabby and bot had a fight, if I see myself having the same reaction in the fight but I never really fought with a fictional character, just replace “Bot” with anyone that treated or reacted to you the same way, as accurate as possible is the best option!) and see how much of their personality relates to you, or how they act, or how they think, the more you relate with them in more than just one of these things, the more you are connected!

4- Now imagine: Imagine what you would do in their place, put yourself in similar situations and see how much you react and think like the character! (Ex: Let’s say there’s a scenario that you have to interact in, act in character as much as you can, if it doesn’t seem right or doesn’t fit? You can try to act like yourself and connect the dots!)

5- The most important part of this post:

-It’s completely fine if you take a year or a week to figure yourself out

-You don’t have to be EXACTLY the same, since in reality nobody is the exact same, just make sure that the things you don’t relate to aren’t bigger than the things you relate to

-Its completely fine if you’ve made a mistake on your kin (aka got your kin type wrong) It’s completely normal to make mistakes

-DONT. and I repeat, DONT study the characters you LIKE, study the characters you RELATE to, there’s a huge difference between favorites and kins, even if your favorite character isn’t you kin

-Your kintype is NOT a choice, the kin you found is something you can’t deny or hide, embrace your kin, and try to find the good in the bad

-Be true to yourself, don’t cry or get angry for not getting what you want, be happy about the journey, and about seeing yourself in a different body, shape, color, size, and world! Get excited when you see yourself on the screen and go “Look at me go! That’s me! I’m that character!” <3

-Lastly, don’t stress yourself if you don’t know who you are/don’t know who you relate to, etc, there’s no rush, no race, everyone takes their time, and don’t get angry about what you kin, I want you to be happy that you are a fiction kin, and even if it isn’t the character you wanted, it will feel better when you act as your true self rather than act like the character you like, because in reality your favorite character might not even relate to you at all! But if it does then you’re lucky just like me :D

I hope this helps, in fact I’ll make a smaller less overwhelming list to get the main points for you

1- Find the character you relate to the most (it could be many, or just one) not the character you favorite/like, trust me, if you act like your favorite it won’t seem like your personality fits them, unless your favorite is the one you think you kin!

2- Research, very important, you can use the wiki (no not that boring white and black page, there’s a fan made wiki for all your favorite characters in this website here) to find out more about your character

3- Find connections and relatable information about you and the character, the more accurate you get, the more you will feel connected to said character!

4- Imagine yourself in a situation where you are the character or being yourself and see how much your thoughts and actions link!

WOAH! that’s a lot, I know, but give yourself time.

(Haha not me infodumping my 1 week research into one overwhelming post, you can tell how much I like infodumping abt stuff I like lmao)

Btw do tell if I got anything wrong fictionkins out there! I am very open to new info and corrections, since I’m not a very reliable person due to my memory…

Have a great day, and I hope this helps anyone else find themselves, and it’s okay if you don’t kin anyone! Everyone is special in their own way <3

Only you can find out who you are, not your friend, or family, you