#platonic friends go brr

[giggly-squiggily]

let's make that one more demon slayer haha - platonic ler rengoku and lee sanemi with 🧡 bestie: "now about that crush of yours..."

Ooo, Rengoku and Sanemi! I don't write for these two as a pair enough! I've gotcha covered, anon! :D (And a chance to throw in Sanegiyuu- AHH!)

Bestie: "Now, about that crush of yours..."

“Now.” Rengoku turned to Sanemi, something knowing entering his trademark smile. “About that crush of yours…”

The Wind Hashira froze, face flushing an impressive shade of red as he slowly turned his eyes on the other. “My WHAT?”

“That crush of yours! Don’t tell me you’re unaware of your own feelings, Shinazugawa.” He spoke as if he were stating a simple fact, sipping his tea while Sanemi stammered. “Tasty! Anyway- Tomioka.”

“What about him?” Sanemi said all too quickly, wincing. “Are you saying I have a crush on Tomioka?”

“Yes.” Rengoku nodded.

“What? What- what- no. No way.” Sanemi laughed, turning his still red face back towards the scenery. “How would you-”

“I’ve been around Kanroji for as long as I can remember.” Rengoku spoke wisely. “And she’s been in love with Iguro since they’ve met. Whenever I bring him up, she gets all red and can barely speak a word.” His eyes cut to the other, making Sanemi choke. “Funny enough, just like you right now.”

“I’m not-” Sanemi began, then he stopped. Clearing his throat, he ran a hand through his hair, searching for the words. “O-Okay…maybe I do…like Tomioka. What about it?”

“Oh? And here I thought I’d have to force it out of you.” Rengoku sounded a touch surprised. “Well- there goes half my plan.”

“I have a bad feeling I already know what the rest of it is.” Sanemi let out a tired sigh. “Go for it. It’s not like I can outrun you right now anyway.”

“You’re too kind, Shinazugawa!” Rengoku laughed, wasting no time as he grabbed Sanemi’s leg, squeezing gently as he watched the other crumble. “I’ll honor your request by lifting that spirit of yours!”

“Iihihihihi’m nohohohohoot dehehehheprrehehhehehehssed!” Sanemi grunted out through his growing giggles, grabbing at Rengoku’s wrist with one hand while trying to block the other, jumping when it relentlessly jabbed at his hip. “I juhhuuhust doohohon’t feheheheheel lihiihihke ruhuuhuuhnning!”

“Good- then I hope you feel up to talking!” Rengoku squeezed up his side, earning a rather sweet sounding squeak. “I’m a pretty good judge of character, you know.”

“Yohohoohohu dohoohohhon’t sahhahahahy?”

“I am! And I’m fairly observant.” Rengoku pulled his hands back, watching Sanemi double over with a gasp. “So I can say this with confidence that if you were to confess to Tomioka, he’d feel the same.”

The white haired man froze, eyes widening as he took in what Rengoku said. Something hopeful touched his eyes before he glared, sharpening his gaze. “You’re not fucking with me? This better not be a joke.”

“I don’t find humor in hurting my friends, Shinazugawa.”

“Right…I know you don’t.” Sanemi sighed, holding up a hand in apology. “Just…you mean it? You really think he likes me back?”

“I do.” Rengoku nodded. “How the event turns out, that’s for you to discover, but I’m pretty sure he feels the same way. At least, that’s the impression I got when I asked him myself.”

“Rengoku the matchmaker. No wonder Tengen’s got so many wives.” Sanemi laughed, his chest releasing as he stood. “Well, no time other than the present. Thanks, Ren…Kyojuro.”

“Of course, Sanemi.”

Candy Heart Prompts Are Officially CLOSED!

[ok-ish-hermitcraft-headcanons]

the ask about past stuff affecting the hermits now made brain go brr. Joel having problems from his past series is so mecore <333 so here's a lil list of some hcs relating to that :3

whenever the concept of a "prank war" is mentioned he just kinda. stares into space. the faint sounds of godzilla playing in the back of his mind. (Crazycraft)

he has a notable affection for cod and axolotls (he loves his wife and her hot-in-a-definitely-platonic-way-guys brother very much) (ESMP1)

this affection also extends to donkeys. he always makes a Shrek joke whenever someone brings it up (XLife)

he's actually quite paranoid about not knowing what's going on and, even if he doesn't actually believe it, will go along with most things his friends say (unless it is very obviously a lie/bit) (ESMP1)

he drinks almond milk instead of regular cow milk unless it's to get rid of status effects. he isn't going back and you can't make him (Crazycraft)

i tried to make them a bit more varied but i couldn't think of any for alot of the series he was in :pensive:

ooo very very fair

[skenisasleb]

Heya Tumblr doomscrollers!!

Here’s some stuff about me you should know. :>

Rick Simper Alert 😇

(and very big tone tag user)

Socials:

Character.ai acc: @skenisasleb

Or here’s one of my bots to find me easier:

YouTube: lilypad

Toyhou.se: XSkenIsASlebX

Artfight: skenisasleb

Identification:

Gender: Agender!

I can be called whatever you prefer me to be. You can use any pronouns for me. Including Bingus. Especially Bingus./j

Age: 17; which means I am a minor.

Tone Tags I Use:

/j = joking

/jbiw = joking but i wish

/srs = serious

/nsrs = not serious

/ot = off topic

/sms = save my soul

/silly = being silly

/q = quote

/lyr = lyric

/idk = idk whats wrong with me lol

/p = platonic

/isimdrnlnmjakeiafbifb = I sit. In my desolate room. No lights? NO MUSIC?? JUST ANGER!!! Killed everyone…. I’m away forever….. BUT IM FEELING BETTER— (mostly a dumbass joke tag)

Mental ailments (😔): Neurodivergent; ADHD and autism (I only suspect it though; I am not professionally diagnosed)

Though my ADHD is much more apparent, so sorry if I make no sense sometimes LMAO

Interests:

My interests change way too fast. Sorry if anyone follows me for a specific thing; I will most likely bail on that thing eventually 😭😭 (hyperfixations go brr)

Toilet Bound Hanako-kun

South Park

Raggedy Ann & Andy

FNAF

Evil Dead

Camp Camp

Invader Zim

Bravest Warriors

Cult of the Lamb

Rick and Morty

Moral Orel

Adventure Time

Over the Garden Wall

Smiling Friends

Ok Ko

Scott Pilgrim

Steven Universe

Good Omens

Popee the Performer

The Fifth Element

Craig of the Creek

Bluey

Friday Night Funkin’

Kick Buttowski (guilty pleasure show fr LMFAO)

The Amazing Digital Circus

Lackadaisy

Ranboo Generation Loss

Cuptoast

That’s Not my Neighbor

Mob Psycho 100

Roblox Regretevator

The Stanley Parable

Yaelokre

Music:

Wargasm (UK)

Lovejoy (Not a DSMP fan; just like the sound and Wilbur)

Kings of Leon

TV Girl

Mac DeMarco

The Killers

Arctic Monkeys

Paramore

Vacations

The Strokes

Fwango

Yaelokre

See my profile description for current hyperfixations and current status on art requests!!

Also, you can ship my OCs, canon or not, as long as its not sexual ^^

I ALSO HAVE THE RIGHT TO DECLINE CERTAIN ART REQUESTS, WHETHER BECAUSE IT’S INAPPROPRIATE OR SIMPLY BECAUSE I AM NOT INTERESTED. These are art requests, not commissions.

(I will add anything new to this if I feel the need to add more!)

[alphian-hcs]

Idia totally cringes when Yuu busts out his cheap crowly supplied phone. Dude totally decides to give Yuu an upgrade because yeah they really do deserve better.

"You definitely gotta get an upgrade."

Let's be honest. Crowely gave Yuu a crappy flip phone and called it a day lmao. Also yes, musical reference in title because hehe musical make alphian brain go brr. Ngl, I forgot a lot of tech terms while writing this lmao.

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-Oh boy. oh boy oh boy. That modified third grade calculator will NOT do! If your going to be Idia's player 2 (platonically or romantically) He will never have you going out with that glorified PCB that seemed like it was always smoking

-Idia is already working away as soon as he see's the phone, making ides in his head before writing them down in a notebook or in his phone for when he arrives back to his dorm. He orders a high rated phone brand(rich ass-), and as soon as it arrives he begins his work on it adding his own modifiers on,making it run faster than a cheetah with sonic's powers.

-He would 100% add on some phone case with a favorite show, like the ones that glow and wirelessly charge the phone so that there is little to no need to charge it between classes. ----------------

Idia had just finished up the modification of the phone he had purchased, and wrapped it up in a box with a nice blue and black bow. Idia of course knew it wasn't Yuu's birthday or anything, but after seeing that somehow functioning electrical fire hazard in Yuu's hand he just couldn't stop thinking of it. Now that the gift was finished though, he had a smile on his face, knowing that this would be like getting a 100 exp booster for Yuu. Idia left his room, Ortho coming with for support, both brothers heading to Ramshackle, Idia fidgeting with his fiery hair as he walked, a few paces behind Ortho to be able to take time to compose himself.

When they arrived, Ortho rang the doorbell, a prolonged, broken chime ringing into the rundown house. Soon Yuu walked out, seeing the two Shrouds, smiling as they spoke. "oh? what brings you two? I thought Idia had a event." they said, taking out their Crowley supplied phone, making the tech-wiz cringe at it, before he nervously walked over to the prefect. "well...I saw that phone you had and thought.. I w-would get and make a b-better one for you.. I mean, that glorified Motorola is pretty terrible.. so, I modified this one." He said, handing the box to Yuu, a smile on his face as he watched the prefect open the box.

"Whoa- Idia this is so cool! How should I pay you back?" Yuu asked, looking to the male who held his hand up "no need-" he attempted to say, but Ortho cut him off with a request. "You can pay us back by continuing to be my big brother's friend! Whenever he's around you his serotonin levels increase tenfold!" He said with a smile, making Idia panic and pull his hood up and pull the tassels to close the opening and hide himself from the others, his face red from being exposed for enjoying a 'normie's' company.

[yuisdad]

These questions are related to both of your posts on NORN9

1. You stated in your first post that if you were to rewrite NORN9 you wish to “have the MC and love interests form a more believable romance.” Which pairings in the game made you think that the most?

2. Your questioning of the age gap romance. The age gaps between some of the adult love interests somewhat bother me (especially Ron due to him being the oldest and paired up with the youngest of the females) and I somewhat wish that in the routes with adults as partners were kept platonic.

3. This isn’t related to your posts but do you have a favorite and least favorite pair? As well as a favorite and least favorite character?

4. Side note: there’s actually a third game called NORN9 Act Tune which didn’t get localized and was released in late 2016.

My rewrite has Mikoto x Sakuya and Natsuhiko x Ron as couples. I also heavily changed Natsuhiko and Ron's characters and relationship since I didn't really care for them in the first game. I chose Mikoto and Sakuya because childhood friends to lovers makes my brain go brr.

The one's that bother me the most age-wise are Ron x Nanami Koharu x Masamune because it's illegal for 20 year olds to date teenagers. I'm also not a fan of Nanami x Heishi because even though Heishi is 19, Nanami is 16 and that feels wrong to me.

My favorite pair is maybe Koharu x Senri, but that comes with the caveat of Koharu constantly bothering Senri, even if she had good intentions. My least favorite pair is Nanami x Ron not only because of their age gap, but he also took advantage of her trauma. My favorite characters are all the heroines and my least favorite is Ron.

Considering Act Tune doesn't have a Nintendo Switch release at the time of typing this, I think there's a reason why it wasn't released in the US yet.

[danika-redgrave124]

@adrianasunderworld

Headmistress Rosehearts AU, White Ash Institute (WAI) and Silvi.

I made my "Yuu" or MC for Twisted Wonderland and it was pretty difficult choice between four people. I'll explain my reasoning in another post.

Name: Alexandrite Mălina

Nicknames-

Alex

Jewel Mama (by Silvi)

Batfish-chan/Battofisshu-chan (by Floyd)

Séductrice-chan (by Rook)

Grade: Freshman

Schools-

Night Raven College

White Ash Institute

Age: 16-17

Height: 5'11"

Birthday: September 16

Club: Treasure/Jewel Hunting Club

Likes-

Jewels

Treasure Hunting

Makeup

The Matching Choker Silvi brought her

Flirting(Teasing) The Boys

Dislikes-

Mrs. Rosehearts

Dire Crowley

Disorganization

Having to give up any Jewels that she finds

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her or They/Them

Girlfriend: Silvi

Family-

Divus Crewel (Father)

Lilith Crewel (Grandmother)

Friends-

The First Years

Floyd

Malleus

Lilia

A bat beastman that resides in the abandoned dorm as it's perfect. Despite her circumstances, she's a playful and flirtatious girl who doesn't let the damp nature of the dorm bring her spirit down. Alexandrite is described to be a playful flirt who teases those she like. She's often seen carrying Grim around and teases the first years.

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Main Relationships

Headmistress Rosehearts AU

Floyd and Alexandrite Relationship: Playful Bestie and Chaotic Bestie go brr. Floyd and her are the main ones to terro- I mean flirt with Mrs. Rosehearts. She doesn't mean any of her flirting though, she simply does it for fun and she helps Floyd with his schemes. In turn, Floyd keeps her library dates with Silvi a secret.

Silvi and Alexandrite Relationship: You mean flirty wives that have library dates and sneak around Mrs. Rosehearts' back. Silvi is also one of the only people to compete with Alexandrite's flirty comments and teases. Silvi jokingly calls her Jewel Mama with how much she likes jewels.

Lilia and Alexandrite Relationship: The two to watch the drama between Felicity, Eric and Mr. Rosehearts. The two are just watching the shitshow go down while eating popcorn with Rook.

Malleus and Alexandrite Relationship: Pure platonic fluff with these two. She and Malleus bond over the Treasure he has and he was one of the first to donate to her club and became an unofficial member as long as she agreed to become an unofficial member of the Gargoyles Research Club. She also teases him for fun even if he doesn't get it most of the time.

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Trivia

The name Alexandrite comes from the jewel/gem by the same name. Mălina has numerous meaning and bat being one of them.

Silvi's the Sonic to her Rouge in terms of dynamics even before they gotten together.

A fashionista and make-up enthusiast, but she doesn't force people to change their style or Mannerisms like Vil does. She works with all sorts of styles, but her main aesthetic is between Baddie, Femme Fatale and Bubblegum Bitch/Bae.

Character Inspiration:

Rouge the Bat: Main Inspiration

Bayonetta: 2nd Inspiration

Erza Scarlet: 3rd Inspiration

Evelynn (KDA): 4th Inspiration

Sailor Venus (Minako Aino): 5th Inspiration

Verosika Mayday: 6th Inspiration

Seras Victoria: 7th Inspiration

Boa Hancock: 8th Inspiration

[fictionfixations]

Iida and deku relationship

is lida x deku underrated? i feel like it is, havent seen it at all i feel like their friendship, potential romance or whatever u rather it be is taken for granted like yeah during stain oooOH todoroki go brr BUT IiDA

and then in the manga, WHO reaches out to deku (similar in kamino when i think it was kirishima who reached for bakugo) IT WAS IIDA

not childhood friends or anyone else, but the START (oh and ig ochaco with the microphone later but not the point)

it can be platonic or whatever but dude i dont even know the ship name ive seen it like once in an inclusion of bakudeku but im reading a time loop fic and realizing i dont actually mind lida x izuku, and now im having this rant ...did i forget its iida yes fuck me (*going back and changing it go brr*)

honestly if u know u know but ive kept it vague for non manga readers

[veresiine]

A - Your current OTP(s)/OT3(s)/OTX(s)

Oh goodness, this is a bit of a difficult one, since I am so very multi-ship; it's less of "one true pairing" and more of "this vast ecosystem of hypothetical relationships is neat". And when I write I do tend to focus more on platonic relationships, which is an entirely different ecosystem existing in parallel.

But today I am going to focus on romantic and/or sexual relationships that have made my brain go brr recently:

>Leon/Raihan (Pokemon. I was neutral on it at first and preferred platonic but somewhere around the 5,000th post I scrolled through on twitter I was like 'yeah they're boyfriends' and joined the multitude. Though I do also enjoy some Leon/Milo content, it's significantly harder to find. I might have to go write a oneshot now to pay my fandom rent and meet my own needs but I am pretty deep in fucked-up hurt/comfort fics right now and don't feel like posting those publicly)

>Grom/Kargath (Warcraft, and thank you for that bit of dopamine. I keep meaning to look more into it because I had fun chewing on that post and discussing it with a discord friend. The vibes are incredible!)

>Moira/Mercy (Overwatch. I don't actually play overwatch. I just saw science/medicine character foils, and saw Moira's design and drank up everything about her (and their interactions) that I could find. Unfortunately I can't go into the tag much because there are frequently untagged triggers but I DO have it bookmarked)

>Phantom/Luminous/Mercedes (Maplestory. I appreciate how in isolation they are 3 dignified, put-together characters, but as soon as they're in a room together, they all go completely feral, either at each other or at a common enemy. I don't really go here anymore but that was a fun few years)

>Maiev/Illidan (Warcraft. For all my deeply toxic and compelling relationship needs! In the words of a discord friend, 'it's not romantic, it's not platonic, it's a problem for however many therapists to burn through'. Also Maiev/Anyone, really. She's fun!)

>Jaina/Anyone But Kalec (Warcraft. I just think she's neat! I just had the misfortune of reading the War Crimes novel and that put me off Jaina/Kalec so much that it is the only non-incest non-underage warcraft pairing on my NOTP list. Also, dunking on Kalec is a time-honored tradition of mine. Still, I enjoy shipping her with pretty much everyone else the fandom pairs her with! I also once wrote a Jaina/Abathur (Starcraft) crackfic with an RP buddy!)

Thank you for the ask! That was fun. Honorable mentions to all the potential Suramar polycules, and to Mia/Genn Greymane, and to... well, some of my own OC pairings, but that's a whole other post.

[o-wyrmlight]

before i say anything, i’m not hating on purelily or am trying to bash anyone or their ship.

but also purelily has been confusing to me. while in game they show to have had a close bond and deep care for one another, i never found anything about their dynamic to be romantic nor even having a chance to develop into one. maybe it’s cause of the flaws in their friendship that were established in the flashbacks that made me realize that i don’t find them to be a functional (as in healthy) romantic couple. but i do like their dynamic in the sense that it’s tragic and angst makes my brain go brr.

I absolutely agree on that. Purelily is an interesting ship in concept, but it seems to largely be so popular specifically because of the fandom itself rather than any real romantic connection or chemistry that White Lily and Pure Vanilla may or may not have had.

Personally while going through the game and learning more about the story, I moreso saw Pure Vanilla and White Lily's relationship less as romantic and more as platonic, and an incredibly complicated and messy relationship at that.

I don't see much indication that they were ever anything more than friends, even in spite of me going into Cookie Run Kingdom being told (paraphrasing) that 'The story kicks off with this sweet lil guy (Pure Vanilla) almost getting killed by his ex-wife (White Lily/Dark Enchantress). And Pure Vanilla was the cookie who drew me into Cookie Run in the first place, so. Yeah.

I think it says a lot that in spite of Purelily being a large part of my initial interest that drew me into Cookie Run Kingdom, I still largely fail to see how that romantic interest translates in the canon story. It's not necessarily a bad ship, but I feel very strongly like it's informed by fanon interpretations rather than what's actually canon.

Maybe we're too aroace lol /j

[tuttifuckinfruttifriday]

Flower crowns and a special kind of trespasser…pt2

Part1(End of the line)

Pairings: The Voorhees’ family, Justin x Malon(platonic, of course)

Warnings: a fun time, blood and gore, a tiny bit of ooc Jason I think, choking someone, maybe poorly described medical thing(I’m sorry if it’s not right, I’m not a medical professional or anything), not proofread so there’s probably some errors and mistakes

Another project with the awesome @randomly-a-fan 🥰

It looks a bit rushed but I hope it’s okay!

So sorry I haven’t written anything in ages!

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Later that day, Justin’s foster parents called to talk to Justin, telling him that he’d have to stay at the Voorhees’ place for a while longer as they had to get some things done and so that he’d feel better with his friend. Obviously, Jason and MJ had agreed to that, telling the boy that he was welcome to stay as long as needed. It was true that Jason saw him like a son, kinda like how he feels about Archie too. Even though he doesn’t see Justin often, Jason sees himself in him because of how similar he is to him, plus, he’s lovely :).

Since it was still light out after the foster parents called and Justin seemed a bit sad again, MJ had come up with a great idea. She remembered a place Jason had shown her at the start of their relationship, a flower patch. She thought that maybe the kids would like to go there instead of staying inside. Her gaze drifted towards the window as she saw the sun starting to set between the trees.

She immediately called Malon and Justin to the kitchen as she told them about her idea, both the kids happily nodding along. “If you want, I can even show you how to make flower crowns!” “Oooh!” Malon’s eyes lit up as she looked at Justin, waiting to see his reaction.

The boy seemed obviously happier as he smiled at his friend, giving her a nod. Before going, MJ told her husband about where they were going as to not make him panic. He’d only nodded in response and gave her a kiss on the crown of her head, which had made MJ frown a bit but she didn’t think much of it since maybe he was just tired. MJ helped her daughter put her coat on as it was a bit cold outside, then made sure Justin’s was put on, the latter smiling in thanks.

MJ’d regretted her decision to put on a dress as soon as she felt the wind outside, only having a small coat on. In her defence, she didn’t think she would go outside today. She let out a “Brr” and hugged herself, making her daughter giggle. She happily guided the kids to the small path through the forest, making sure to have them at her side, not wanting them to fall victim to one of the traps that Jason placed around.

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When they finally arrived, the sun had started to set a bit and the wind died down. The kids happily ran to the middle of the flower patch, both bending and crouching to smell and look at the flowers. MJ slowly got closer and watched them, a motherly smile on her face as she watched them talk. When they paused, they both ended up looking at the woman again, eyes wide in anticipation. She obviously knew what they were waiting for.

“Alrighty! First off, let’s start by find a bunch of flowers each,“ As soon as she finished that part, they were already going their way. “just don’t stray too far though!” She yelled as they both nodded. Malon ended up close the edge of clearing, near the trees, and Justin was closer to her mother, his eyes going from his flowers then to his friend. That small act made MJ smile as she saw how Justin seemed to be looking out for her daughter, it warmed her heart.

From her place, Malon took a small break and looked through the trees when she heard some rustling. She saw the shape of her father from afar and happily waved at him, the latter doing the same as he continued of his way. He was probably just doing a perimeter check, as usual. She didn’t see him very well, but she could recognize his shape and mask anywhere, with the small crack at the top of the accessory from when he had an unfortunate ’accident’ as he’d told her.

Anyway, when they’d gathered their flowers, Malon and Justin both went back to MJ, who was sitting on the ground with a bunch of flowers herself. “Are you ready?” “Yes!” They answered at the same time as they sat before the brunette, listening to her instructions as she patiently showed them how to make flower crowns, correcting each when they did small errors. “You take it and fold it over the other end… like that” She took her own flowers and bent the stem over the other one. They continued with the steps and each put their flower crowns on as they walked back towards the cabin, the sky now way darker than it was.

*

From Jason’s side he’d went to look at his traps he’d set a while ago, wanting to make sure there hasn’t been anything, or anyone in it. To his surprise though, there was.

With silent steps, he peeked from behind a tree towards the bear traps he’d installed under some leaves and found a trespasser there, a man(he assumed from his back and legs)medium dirty blonde hair, dressed in a button down shirt with flowers on it and grey jeans. His right foot was caught in the first bear trap while his left thigh was caught in the other one, probably because he fell down onto it. He could see the man wiggling a bit, a small whimper escaping him as he lay face down unto the ground. It seemed like he’d been there for a long time as the blood at his wounds was already dried. He hadn’t seemed to have heard or sense Jason as he let out some more whimpers, not really crying but he could clearly tell that he was in pain. He’d probably tired himself out from trying to escape them at first. The chain the traps were connected to were stretched farther than when he’d put the traps down, obviously from the man trying to crawl away.

“Help…..” it was almost a whisper as the man let out a heavy breath, his voice hoarse and cracking at the end. Jason continued to silently look at him for a moment, before he curiously took some steps forward.

The undead man was curious as to why the stranger wasn’t dead or passed out from the loss of blood. It was a first.

When predator closed on its victim, the latter seemed to finally sense him as he kept his face on the forest ground, only turning his head. Brown eyes caught sight of boots beside his head but couldn’t look up as he frowned, in pain and curiosity. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to look up at the person beside him, knowing it was probably the person who placed the traps there. It was obviously placed there for something less than bears, or he’d have seen it. It was way too hidden, plus, why would there be two just one beside the other? He knew he’d messed up. That’s why he didn’t speak, waiting for something to happen.

….

….

After more silence, the person before him had started to move, the sound of their boots crushing leaves being heard. The man on the ground stayed immobile until he couldn’t hear their footsteps anymore, a shaky sigh leaving them again. He could now hear the faint sound of giggling in the distance, his head turning towards the sound. He unfortunately didn’t see anything.

With shaky hands, he’d decided to crawl the other way, turning on his side and letting out a barely concealed shout at the pain in his leg and feet. He turned onto his back and tried to wiggle his way behind a tree, leaning on it as tears started to fall down his face again. While turning, he’d scratched off some of the scabbing on his foot, the pain coming back to him. He reached out a shaky and clammy hand towards the bush beside the tree and found his ‘backpack’, having packed it there in case something happened to it when he heard the faint sound of leaves cracking near. He then looked through the plastic bubble at the front, seeing his best friend staring at him with wide eyes.

(Found the picture on google)

The cat got up as soon as it’s owner pulled the carrier closer to him, meowing and gently pawing at the plastic.

“I’m so sorry, Maya… I didn’t think That would happen… I’m so sorry, my baby….” The man whispered tearfully. “I love you…” he said as he put his finger through the hole at the front, petting his cat’s fur. After a second, he was stopped by the sound of footsteps right behind him, and before he could do anything, he felt a hard blow at the back of his head, making him let go of the pack. It fell on the ground on it’s side as the cat hissed and growled through it, staring strait at her owner’s attacker. The dirty-blonde-haired man clutched the back of his head as he instinctively tried to shield himself, to no luck as he felt an arm going around his throat to take him in a choke hold from behind. He gasped and reached back to try to push against his attacker’s face, only to feel hard plastic underneath as his other arm tried to dislodge their strong arm. His vision started to darken and the only thing he saw before passing out was his cat still growling and hissing through her carrier, making a tear fall down his still wet face. At this moment, he felt more fear for his fur baby than for himself as his arms turned limp and he passed out.

Jason didn’t hold long before he let the man fall onto the ground, knowing he’s now knocked out. His dark eyes are fixed on the carrier on the ground, his head tilted as he stares at the white and orange cat inside it.

Surprising himself, he turned the pack so that it was back up, almost flinching as the cat started to get more and more aggressive inside it. He then actually shocked himself even more, opening his traps as he held the springs down. Without a thought, he took the man on his shoulder, like a sac of potatoes, and hesitantly took the backpack by its’ straps, deciding he’d carry both of them towards his shed behind the cabin, even though it was risky. He took the long way around as he didn’t want MJ or the kids to see him. Wait..

Why was he doing that??? He didn’t even know himself as he could almost hear his mother’s voice reprimanding him from not killing the trespasser. For some reason, he just couldn’t. Nor could he leave the cat there. A part of him felt like he HAD to do something about both of them, but he didn’t know what. The thought of killing the man hadn’t even crossed his mind… Right now, he was trusting his guts. They had never been wrong once, and he hoped they wouldn’t be.

As soon as he came in front of the shed, he stopped and stared for a moment. With the hand holding the bag, he opened the wooden door and put the the carrier down on the ground, as softly as possible as the cat still trashed against the plastic. He then put the unconscious man down beside it, making the cat meow as it still scratched at it’s ‘prison’. Jason then went to look for some rope and even chains as he tied the man down against his steel table, putting the heaviest things he can find onto it. He wrapped them tightly around the man’s torso, pushing his head back harshly to have better access. After, he started to take off one of the man’s shoes, not caring about the ripping sound it does from the dried blood.

He didn’t want the guy to die, yet, wanting to know why he felt like he couldn’t kill him, so he’d decided to take care of his wounds in a way. Jason took the first aid kit he hid in the shed and pulled the guy’s sock off, disinfecting the deep wound on his feet before putting some butterfly stitches on him, not wanting to bother actually stitching it. It was a tiny bit of a surprise to Jason that it looked quite nasty, since he didn’t really look at the wounds he he causes to his victims. He shook his head as he almost felt pity, not wanting his soft side to show. After having a family, he’d developed a soft side for some reason, but it normally only came to his family. He was almost scared that he felt like that when it came to that stranger that trespassed on his territory. Didn’t he hear of the legend of the camp blood/Crystal lake killer??? He surely did, right?? It was a stupid move that he decided to come into Jason’s forest.

Shaking his head once again, Jason slapped the side of his head, reaching for his knife at his belt as the cat hissed at him once again, now a bit more calm. He cut a part of the man’s jeans so that he could reach his thigh, then did the same thing he did on his foot. When he got back up from his crouched position, the cat had stopped growling and hissing, so he’d decided that the would try to get it (and the man) something so that it could at least eat and/or drink later on…. Before his family worry, he went back outside, planning to get some food and water back to the shed later on when his wife, his daughter and her friend went to sleep, which wouldn’t be long.

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The door to the cabin opened as MJ greeted her husband with a smile and a kiss, telling him that the kids were in the living room. Jason peeked into the room as Malon and Justin big waves at him, having made a fort. They both had made themselves small beds on the ground under a big fluffy blanket. Both were in their pjs, so he guessed that they were ready to sleep.

“Hi daddy!” “Hi mister Voorhees!” Both of the kids waves eagerly. In response, Jason waved to the before making a sign to see if Malon had brushed her teeth, which she happily nodded at, giving him a toothy smile. He then went to the kitchen, helping his wife clean the table from some wrappings. He guessed that the kids probably had some snacks a while ago, he just didn’t know what it was as he’d never seen those wrapping papers.

As if sensing his curiosity, MJ gently squeezes his arm as he put them in the trash. “Justin had some snacks packed in his bag that his foster parents came to give him.” He nodded at that, making MJ give him a kiss on the cheek.

When everything was in order and him and MJ were in bed, he waited so that he was sure she was asleep before he got up, tiptoeing towards the kitchen. He got a small bowl of water and a water bottle, then took the first things he saw on the counter; two sticks of beef jerky. That will do for now, he thought as he silently unlocked the front door and went outside, unaware of the small steps behind him.

As Jason closed the door behind him, Justin stared at the closed door with a frown on his face, rubbing his sleepy eyes. For now, he wouldn’t ask questions, even though he’s pretty curious about it. ‘Curiosity killed the cat…’ the boy reminded himself as he shook his head, getting a glass of water before he went back to bed.

Jason entered the shed, a bit startled when he found the man awake. The latter looked towards him even though he couldn’t see much, the shed filled of darkness.

“Please….” It was the only word he let out as he coughed, teary eyes looking up at the man towering above him. Jason only shook his head as he crouched down, grabbing some thick string before he sat on the ground. The man frowned as he shook, seeing things in the masked person’s hands. Jason put the water bottle near the guy before he put the bowl and a stick of beef jerky behind him, the cat sniffing through the bag.

The man flinched when Jason opened the water bottle, making sure that the stranger heard the ‘click’ of the cap so that he’d see he didn’t open it to put something in it. He didn’t know why he cared about that, but he still did it. He then held the bottle near the man’s lips, and the latter looked at him with wide tired eyes before he nudged it, now drinking from it. Jason only pulled the bottle back when the man coughed, closing the cap back before he opened the stick of meat beside him. He held it to the man’s lips, letting him eat it all before he threw the paper in the corner, now turning towards the cat.

The man immediately screamed at him to ‘please not hurt her’ which Jason ignored as he tried to see if the cat has a collar, which she did. He then carefully opened the bag, making the cat start to hiss again.

Even though she scratched at him for a bit, he didn’t care as he tied one end of the rope at her collar, like a makeshift leash. He then tied the other end to a leg of the table, cutting the rope with his knife.

The cat tried to attack him, but he let it as he pushed the bowl of water towards the animal, opening the jerky. He then put the meat beside the bowl and got back up with an almost silent groan, making the man look at him in confusion again. As Jason started to go back towards the door, he was stopped by the man’s voice behind him.

“Please! I-I don’t know what I did, but I’m sorry! Please let us go, I-I won’t say anything!” Jason looked over his shoulder before starting to walk back towards the door, the man still pleading in the background. “O-OR!” Jason stopped again with a silent sigh, curious about what he’d say. “A-At least… At least let my cat go, please….She-She didn’t do anything….” A frown came onto Jason’s masked face as he turned towards the stranger, seeing him looking up at him with tears, illuminated by the moon light, streaming down his pale and dirtied face.

Did… did the man ask him to let his cat go? That was almost the first time he saw a trespasser actually caring about something else than themself…. It was surprising. Maybe that was why he felt like he shouldn’t kill him yet…..

Trying not to think too much about it, he looked on the table and found some tape, putting a piece onto the man’s lips so that it would muffle him. He then went back out, locking the door behind him.

That would be something he’d deal with tomorrow, right now, he has his cozy bed to get back to.

[solreefs]

farmers markets BELOVED

[give-grian-rights]

i dont know pigs so have anime boy techno instead ✨- 

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OH MY GOD THIS IS SUCH A CUTE DRAWING OH MY GOD... a very very cute design for Techno and I love the way you draw the clothes!! Look at those wrinkles and the folds!!!  i love I love I love..  look AT THEM!!!

[pastelprince18]

Gets upset thinking I’m annoying

My friends- saying the care and share love

Me- 3:,) 💖

[cheesus-doodles]

You probably already watch the latest episode of Tokyo Revengers, or read the manga, but I wonder how the reader would handle the current relationship with Kazutora and Baji leaving the group?

hey look winky wink anon! its your first ask, we're finally here! ^^ its been a while since this episode, but this anime still makes me sad, the manga makes me sadder, and i still have to reread it again because i sped through the first time. honestly this entire blog is just self-indulgent brainrot to fill the hole in my heart

p.s: yall know the same song and dance by now - its 5.30am, brain go brr, will edit as necessary tmr

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Recommended Readings: A Friend In Me Part 1

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tw: yandere, violence

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Leaving You

Yandere Platonic Toman Boys AU

The day started out as many other days did. Or at least that was what he liked to tell himself. Huddled at the furthest end of this shell of a room, today was undoubtedly one of the most miserable days of his life. But that couldn’t be said for the rest that shared this depressing environment. Still pumped off of having none other than Toman’s former First Division Captain, Baji Keisuke himself, join the ranks of Valhalla, the men in their signature white jackets were restless in their waiting for the upcoming fight. The buzz in the air was palpable, and ever so often, Baji felt yet another pair of eyes toss a curious look his way, though they usually dropped their gaze before he could respond with a threatening glare.

The arcade itself was a horrible place to hangout, or to even exist in if he was being honest, the stench of smoke strong and choking with every breath, old, rusting surfaces covered with either cigarette ash or dust. Almost as if they were miles underwater, only the lightest, slightest rays of sunlight made it past the tinted glass doors, and none reached the back of the arcade, where Baji was, seated atop what seemed like a table hockey game in a previous life. At least the bar lights that hung down from the ceiling still served their purpose, casting an almost eerie white glow that seemed befitting of the sea of white jackets, though the men gathered here under the lights were far from angels.

Yet here he was, stuck in this hell he willingly walked into, all Baji could do was turn his attention back down to his phone; the mindless clicking and cycling between old photos and text messages at least serving as a brain-numbing distraction while he spaced out and thought of nothing. But even that was a lie he was trying to feed his brain and heart. As much as he wanted to, as he wished for a blank mind, all he could think of was the pain that his friends were going through, the pain that you were going through.

You haunted him even during the day; the thought of you finding out, as you would eventually, that he was no longer there, no longer a part of the Toman that was built to give you the world. That Baji had left of his own volition to join a rival gang, even after he told you with his own mouth that you had to remain loyal to Toman. Just a few more suffering minutes - hours - that he would have to sit here, tortured by his own thoughts, until he could leave. Until maybe the cool evening breeze kissing his skin could turn his thoughts to something else, or maybe until the last dying rays of sun would take his agony with it so he could get a good night’s sleep.

Biting back yet another sigh, the Toman Captain didn’t need to turn to confirm that Hanma, who had been lounging lazily on his throne of broken games all afternoon, still had one beady eye fixed on his back, just as he had since they gathered in the morning. But who could blame the acting head of Valhalla? He had been a former enemy up till just the previous day after all, and even with the backing of Kazutora, Hanma was right to keep a closer eye on him - Baji would have done the same. Though he silently hoped that the beansprout of a man would let them go - it was exhausting to have to keep up with this act, and Baji craved the warm embrace of his bed - he knew it was unlikely. And so the clock ticked on, and all he could do was listen.

Unknown to the two former Toman founders, the rumbling of the sky outside, a sudden and sharp contrast to the blazing afternoon sun that had been and was still beating down upon the parched earth, foreboded the brewing of a storm. Cautiously crossing the narrow alley road, the only obstacle left between you and the supposed Valhalla hideout, you silently thanked your past self for having the thoughtfulness to pack the current you an umbrella. The weather forecast had promised clear skies and good sun, though after having endured the tormenting heat on your walk here, you were holding out hope that it really did rain and bring some relief. The three full bento boxes, each wrapped in familiar furoshikis, hung heavy from your arm in an otherwise nondescript brown paper bag.

From the outside, the hideout was somewhere that would have never caught your eye or attention, you mused, even as you approached the tinted double glass doors. Old, rundown and falling apart was the feeling you got, and how an entire gang came to occupy this abandoned lot was something you supposed you were never going to find out. Raising one free hand, you could only steel your nerves. Hopefully this went as well as it did in your head.

It was, least to say, pretty puzzling to hear very polite knocks echoing off the glass doors of the old arcade that Valhalla was inhabiting. The gang of closest boys huddled near the doors looked at each other, confused, before the knocks came again, and the culprit shifted closer to the door, their silhouette now clear behind the translucent glass.

“Hello? Is there anyone in?” You called out, almost hesitantly, the nervous pounding of your heart clear on your face even though you tried your best to hide it. You didn’t want to be here, or in this position, for that matter. Maybe it was really a bad idea like what the boys said - even maybe a dangerous one - to come here alone, but at the same time, you didn’t want to drag anyone else into this.

Baji looked up annoyed from his phone, the unusually loud commotion at the door having pulled him out from his thoughts. A good thing, for one, to be distracted from the increasingly depressing spiral he was going down, yet a bad thing at the same time, now that he was back to reality and this shitty situation he was stuck in.

It was almost like he was stuck in a dream; a familiar figure at first, and then you, or hopefully someone that looked like you, appeared through the fog. But if this was really a dream, he could only assume that his dream was starting to border on a nightmare, and he would rather he woke up in hell - dream or not, what he was trapped in wasn’t something Baji would ever wish to get you caught up in.

Yet there you were, the actual physical you, coughing badly, a fragile silhouette against the larger boys around you. Your nose tucked into the crook of one elbow, the other clutched onto your school bag and an all too familiar lunch bag, the sound of clattering bento boxes was already echoing inside his head despite the growing hustle and bustle drowning out the comforting sound. Gripped too hard for your delicate self by one arm by yet another nameless thug, all Baji could do was watch as you desperately tried to pull out of the painful clutch, to back up and out from the cloud of cigarette smoke that seemed to perpetually hang over the arcade, although you didn’t seem to be making much progress against the jeering crowd of delinquents who seemed to swell around you with every passing second. With his newbie status, his hands were all but tied, even if his heart yearned to reach out to you, to beat these shitstains into the ground and take you into his arms. To flee back to Toman. But alas, all he did was watch.

"Boss, we found this little shit loitering outside t…"

His patience at its limit, before Baji could even make to stand and shout, a loud thud, quickly followed by another, as two members collapsed on the floor, Kazutora’s fists having made itself known full-forced into unguarded abdomens, and the sea of white jackets immediately fell silent. “Get lost.”

It was almost impressive how fast they dispersed, with most opting to flee the crowd towards the back of the arcade, waiting till they were far enough from the Valhalla’s Number Three to throw a few dirty looks and mutters, and some instead choosing to vacate the area entirely.

And with the sudden exodus of people around you, you had been all but dumped on the dirty floor, a pathetic, maybe even pitiful sight under the dim, swaying lights of the abandoned arcade, your legs sprayed under you as you hacked and coughed into the crook of your arm. Were you standing? Had you fallen over? You couldn’t even be sure, the lack of breathable air making your sight hazy and your head swirl.

But you must have fallen over at some point, you rationalized, as you were carefully, ever so gently, lifted up, both your arms hauled and tossed over two different sets of shoulders clothed in white jackets you didn’t recognise. One large hand pressed firmly over your nose and mouth to replace where your elbow had been, and you were hauled quickly towards the exit, the bright sunlight bursting into your tender eyes before you could even get your bearings. They stayed, holding back your hair, watching as you dry heaved and coughed the smoke out of your lungs, gulping down the fresh air as quickly as you could. Both Baji and Kazutora knew that you, ever so delicate, always had difficulty breathing around cigarette smoke.

“What were you thinking?” Kazutora muttered under his breath, his eyes having completely lost its earlier crazed look as he soothingly rubbed your back, Baji tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “It’s not good for you in there.”

“I -” You heaved one last time, letting out a slight pant, a weary smile that matched your tired gaze revealed as you finally straightened from where you had been bent over a patch of overgrown grass. “I came to bring you boys lunch. Didn’t mean to get dragged in.”

Yet the moment you regained your bearings, your kind, fond eyes lightening up with excitement and cheer, your arms were thrown over both your friends, pulling them into one of your familiar hugs. Not that they minded in the slightest of course, taking the opportunity to snuggle into your chest, to push their faces into your neck and hair, the weights of their chest that had been there just moments ago from seeing you struggle to breathe lifting.

It seemed no matter where they were, which uniform they wore, you never failed to brighten the lives of everyone around you. Yet the little happy reunion wasn’t meant to last.

“Hey hey, who’s this pretty little thing?” The last voice either of them wanted to hear, cutting through their joy at having you back by their side like a wet knife through butter, had the two boys whirling around, sleezy, honeyed and all around amused.

How dare he, was the only thing that passed through the minds of your friends, as Hanma’s eyes landed on your comparatively smaller figure, wretched golden orbs scanning you up and down. How dare this scum looked upon you with his undeserving eyes, speak to you with his worthless tongue. You were theirs, and theirs alone.

But before Kazutora even had the chance to bare his fangs, to tell this outsider, even if he was the Valhalla Acting Captain, to fuck back off into the hellhole he came from, you had already stepped forward, gingerly taking one giant, filthy, tattooed hand into both of yours.

“You must be the one that has been taking care of Kazutora and Baji for me.” There was no malice, no lies in your smile. Like a spark of light that fell from the sun, bright, kind, genuine, the complete opposite from those fake, insincere, bloodthirsty grins that inhabited his world. You, your smile, your soft, gentle gaze, they weren’t anything that he had seen in the dark underbelly of the delinquent world where Valhalla, and people like him, thrived. “Thank you.”

Pressing a small transparent bag into his hand as you let go, the same kind that he knew all too intimately, instead of the familiar pills and powder that he expected to find inside, the bag was filled with pieces of steaming karaage, a little toothpick poking out of the bag, held up by the tightly done rubber band. “I hope you like karaage. Fried it up a little while ago, so be careful!”

And you were intuitive too, letting go of his hand just quickly enough that your two friends all but growling behind you haven’t the opportunity to leap into action, yet long enough to leave your touch imprinted on his hand. The small wave and ‘bye’ that you tossed at him before hooking your arms into Kazutora’s and Baji’s was enough to leave him wondering, watching as your odd little trio made off to places unknown, quickly disappearing over the curve of the horizon, the bento boxes you had been carrying from the start gently clattering in its bag until fading completely.

“Interesting,” was all Hanma could mutter, a small smile replacing the usual lazy smirk that he wore, as he turned to stroll, not back into the smoky hideout, but in the opposite direction, your bag of karaage held firmly in one hand. No way in hell he was sharing this.

“Tuck in, tuck in.” Spread out on the familiar picnic mat, you dried your wet hands on the back of your school shirt before prying open your own box, a chuckle slipping out when your friends needed no further encouragement, eagerly digging in, shoveling food into their mouths as quickly as they could. After a quick rinse of your hands at the insistence of both Baji and Kazutora, you had made for somewhere quieter to enjoy your lunch, a comfortable silence settling over your little group.

Any questions that had been bubbling up in Baji’s mind, questions about how you knew about Valhalla, about both his and Kazutora’s change in allegiance, about where the Valhalla hideout was, they all but evaporated with the ring of your laughter over the heavenly smell of your cooking, the nostalgia, the comfort of home washing over any doubts he had.

Then more laughter when Kazutora inevitably got a dab of mayo on the tip of his nose, you reaching over to clean your friend’s face. The sun had sunk much lower in the sky as lunch drew to a close, a light breeze having started up sometime when you were eating, tossing your hair and ruffling your school uniform. The boxes were stacked neatly back up, but just as Baji made to replace them in their bag, you stopped him.

"Oh and I almost forgot!” Tossing open the flap of your school bag, you retrieved yet another set of bento boxes, well-camouflaged between a few books and papers, ruffling your signature brown paper bag as you set the new boxes in. “Kazutora, bottom is for dinner tonight, top is Baji’s snack, alright?"

Beaming, your smile had always seemed like a second sun to Baji as you hooked the paper bag handle over Kazutora’s awaiting arm, but even now, the light that usually sparked his dark world was dulled, your smile failing to reach your anxious eyes.

"I’ll see you tomorrow then, Baji, Kazutora."

It took just a little too long for your words to register in Baji’s brain, even as Kazutora waved you off enthusiastically, tucking his hand into his pockets as he made back towards the rundown arcade. Tomorrow? But tomorrow was the big fight. How did you-

But when he snapped back, his hand reaching for you, to grab you, to tell you with a cracking voice he could feel building up in his throat that you had no place in this fight, in his fight, you were already gone. You never did once bring up that you knew throughout the entirety of the lunch, never asked about Valhalla or why Baji and Kazutora were opposing Mikey and Toman. You had just been you the whole time, and Baji didn't like this sinking feeling in his stomach.

You didn’t go straight back home - you couldn’t, not to the quiet, dark, lonely house that awaited you. Instead, your thoughts began to wander, just like how you now wandered darkened streets under the moonless sky with just your phone in hand, back to two nights ago when you found out the true extent of the turmoil stirring behind the iron curtain that you have never been permitted past. The streets were empty of both humans and vehicles, the stillness of the surroundings only broken by the buzz of crickets and the quiet buzz of the street lamps above.

Although you couldn’t say for certain how the two boys that appeared at your front door knew to find you, at the same time, you had to admit that you were grateful for their intervention - you weren’t sure if Mikey and the others would have ever told you. It had, after all, never been their intention to drag you into their world of delinquents, and you had been more than happy to respect their wishes up till now.

Yet all you could do in the moment was to keep wondering to yourself even as you trailed the familiar path home.

On the other side of town, the butterflies that churned in Takemichi’s stomach as he tossed around in bed all but prevented him from a good night’s rest, even when he needed it the most, given the big fight was tomorrow. Having received your message on your failure at reigning in Baji and Kazutora, it seemed that this whole spectre was still going down anyway. Now lying on his back, eyes turned up towards his empty ceiling, the boy couldn’t help but recall how yet another individual was dragged into this mess, dragged into a mess that he had a hand in creating.

The afternoon sun was still high in the sky, but both Chifuyu and Takemichi already knew deep in their guts that the earlier meeting with Baji that had all but collapsed meant that their hands were now tied. Even as the light breeze helped to somewhat dull the raging heat, kissing their skin and lifting the sweat that beaded on their forehead, it did nothing to calm the anxiety churning in Takemichi's stomach.

There just must be something else that they could do. Someone that could just talk sense into either Baji or Kazutora. "Chifuyu-kun, I -" His nails dug hard into the flesh of his palm, the hopelessness of the situation finally settling in long after the adrenaline faded, the echo of his footsteps dying off as the duo shuffled into the shelter of a bus stop, a temporarily respite from baking in the sun. “There must be something else we can do.”

All he received in response was a sigh, Chifuyu running one hand through his hair, the perspiration bouncing merrily on the ends of his hair.

“There is someone who might be able to help. But I’m not sure-” He trailed off, his gaze seemingly turning to stare off into the distance. Anything involving you, or even talking about you, inside or outside Toman was risky business, and Chifuyu understood that all too well.

“We need to try.”

Another sigh, the Toman Vice Captain opting to fish out his phone from the pockets of his black uniform instead of responding, keying in a number that Takemichi couldn’t see, and taking a few steps out into the sunlight before holding up the phone to his ear.

“- Alright, understood. Thanks again.” The snapping shut of Chifuyu’s phone only seemed to add to the tension between the duo, as he turned to take the same few steps back under the shade, his eyes turning up from his phone to meet Takemichi’s. "Just shut up and follow me, alright?"

Having been led down winding paths and through narrow, smelly alleyways between towering buildings, Takemichi could barely tell where he was, blindly following Chifuyu’s mob of golden hair through areas of the city he never knew existed. The sunlight didn't reach down here, and the boy had to be all but yanked back, down behind a few waylaid trash cans, right before he almost stumbled out into the alluring sunlight, out from the shadows of the small back lane that overlooked what seemed like a quiet river.

And right there, under the shade of a tilted tree, was you, tucked away in a little alcove that overlooked the gently flowing river. But you weren’t alone, a mob of golden hair anyone would recognise lying, sleeping perhaps, cuddled in your lap, one of your hands running ever so gently through his hair even as the other quickly cooling the two of you briskly with what looked like a small black folding fan.

"The final founding member of Toman." Came Chifuyu's whispered response to Takemichi’s unasked question. You were the open secret that all members in Toman knew about, but were barred from acknowledging on the pain of assured death. Your name was only mumbled below breaths when new members were briefed, away from the listening ears of the captains, and more so the founders - those who had survived long enough knew what awaited any that dared to even mention you on their unworthy tongues. Mikey barely looked like himself with you, peaceful, asleep, comfortable. He looked his age for once, mused Takemichi, even as he squinted against the harsh sunlight.

Grabbing your hand mid-comb, the two boys watched as the Toman founder got up from where he had been lying, and with uncharacteristic gentleness, intertwined his fingers with yours as he helped you up.

“We’ll follow them.” Yet before Takemichi could make a move, he was yet again yanked back down. Confusion washing over his face, it only took a second to follow the hand clutching his sleeve in a death grip back to his Chifuyu’s face to realize that the calm, collected facade he was all too familiar with had been replaced with a ghostly pale face, the fear all too visible in his now quaking eyes, the first time ever he had seen his partner shaking in his boots.

“This -” Chifuyu swallowed hard. “This is a bad idea.”

“We don’t have a choice.” Came Takemichi’s muttered response, as he hurriedly threw another glance back at the river bank. Good, you and Mikey were still there, Mikey seemingly taking his time to snuggle his face into your neck. “We need to stop Baji-kun.”

“You don’t know what you’re messing with.” Nothing ended well with you involved, and memories, too many memories, welled up from the dark recesses of his mind where he had forced them away, the consequences of tangling with you, where getting off with just a few broken bones was considered merciful. His own close brush with death was, of course, at the forefront of his mind, and Chifuyu loathed to find out his fate should the Toman founders ever find out what they were considering at the moment. To not only look at you, but to talk to you? Without them there? What would Baji-san think?

“Chifuyu-kun, this is our last chance to stop this fight.” The determination that sparked in the other’s eyes was almost convincing, but what changed his mind wasn’t that, far from it. It was the fear that shone through in Takemichi’s gaze, clear and simple, even with the resolution that Chifuyu could see burning fiercely alongside.

“Fine. But you follow my lead. You understand? We are as good as dead if we get caught.”

And so Takemichi did, quietly following behind Chifuyu, their duo lightly treading after you and Mikey as the two of you seemed to trail almost aimlessly all afternoon and evening, keeping to the quiet, dark alleyways where they could watch as you snacked your way through town. Countless numbers of taiyakis and sweets were bought and lightly fed to Mikey, you laughing brightly when the same snacks were pressed into your mouth. Yet all the while, it didn't escape them that your fingers stayed tightly locked with Mikey’s.

And finally, after an eternity of creeping and crawling through god-knows what in Tokyo’s dirty back alleys, you led them straight to your home. Though being at the distance they were at, and night having already bled into the sky, a merciful relief from the heat of the day, neither Chifuyu nor Takemichi could confirm if Mikey had left your house. It was just a risk they had to take, the duo decided wordlessly, waiting just long enough after your room’s lights had gone off before making their way up to your porch.

A few short, light raps seemed to do the trick to summon you to the front door, the duo outside not daring to risk pressing the doorbell. A small pop, and the door opened a crack, the moonlight slipping through and illuminating you against the black backdrop of your unlit house.

“Can I help you?”

The dim white light from the half moon only seemed to make your eyebags look even darker, your drowsy gaze looking them up and down before finally sharpening into focus when you recognised their uniform. Toman uniforms.

But just as Chifuyu began to speak, the first syllables of his name having barely left his lips, you had already put a finger to your lips, your tired gaze flicking up for just a second, back in the direction of your room he supposed, before turning back to them. You had a guest, it seemed, someone who was better off remaining asleep.

A quick nod. "Matsuno Chifuyu, Toman First Division Vice Captain." The whispered introduction was still loud against your silent neighbourhood, though the stillness was broken by the occasional rustle of leaves.

"Hanagaki Takemichi."

Your weary, yet gentle eyes seemed to peer through them into their souls, though your gaze was quickly broken by a yawn that escaped up from between your lips. “I don’t have long, but what can I do for you boys?”

Everything spilled out like the unstoppable tide. Baji leaving Toman, Kazutora and Valhalla, in rapid, hushed mutters, bit by bit, you learned everything that your friends had been hiding from you. No, not hiding. This was their world, the same one that your six friends had been trying to protect you from, even as they moved in the shadows to build their promised future for you. And you listened ever so patiently, gently running one hand through Chifuyu’s hair as desperate tears welled up and spilled over red eyes, an almost soothing presence in the difficult tale.

"I promise I'll do everything I can." A slight grumble that floated down the corridor seemed to be like a bell, you removing your hands from them and barely managing to wave a quick goodbye to them before the door closed silently behind you, the click of the lock signalling the end of their short time with you. They heard your steps lightly patter away, up what seemed like stairs before completely fading away.

“Go and get some rest.” Chifuyu mumbled, the day’s events having thoroughly exhausted him, even as he cleaned his face on his sleeve. “Fight’s in two days.”

“Who was that?” Came the quiet mutter, Mikey snuggling into your arms, pushing his face into your chest as you wrapped your arms tight back around him.

“No one you need to worry about, Mikey. Go back to sleep.”

As inevitable as the sun would rise, the chime of a bell in the distance signalled that the long awaited clash of giants was here. Tokyo Manji Gang, baring down the larger Valhalla. And the fight went down about how Baji had expected. Under the blazing afternoon sun, the heat radiating from the dirt floor and rusting metal seemed like just another minor annoyance as Toman and Valhalla members rushed each other, a clash of a sea of white and black. Once pristinely kept uniforms were splattered with sweat and blood as fists flew and bones crunched, the cries of angers and groans of pain resounding and echoing off the sheet metal and other various abandoned materials.

Even as he waited and watched from his vantage point, his shaking fist clenched tightly, tucked into the pocket of his white Valhalla jacket, forcing himself to do nothing as Hanma intercepted Draken, even as Kazutora slowly lured Mikey away from the rest of Toman, his mind kept wandering back to you. Keen eyes scanning the battlefield, Baji missed nothing, not even Kisaki behind the pile of scrap cars awaiting his move, yet there was still no sign of you. You never lied to them, not to Baji, not to the rest. And it was this that Baji hasn’t yet decided if was good or bad. Did you make the right decision - the wise decision - to stay away?

An open shot at Kisaki, the rush of adrenaline and battle, was what finally broke his train of thoughts away from you.

Yet when he was all but tackled by Takemichi, the same short, blond boy who had attempted to stop him with words, after having brushed away his weak-willed Vice Captain with a heavy heart, short, quick footsteps rushed him from behind, the loud pounding of boots on metal, and - nothing.

Then came the quavering whimper of your name, and his heart sank even before he could whirl around, the sight of you between him and Kazutora seemingly pulled straight from the deepest recesses of his nightmares.

You heard your name croaked out, almost uncertainty, by a voice so familiar yet unidentifiable, before your legs gave way and you collapsed under your own weight. You never did hit the ground - stopped before you could by someone you couldn’t see, but with the sharp pain that you never thought you could feel now flooding your body and mind, it wasn’t like you could tell the difference. Looking down, though you probably shouldn’t have, only sent another wave of intensive pain through your body, the short handle of the knife Kazutora had just been holding mere seconds ago now sticking out of your abdomen, the patch of red on your previously white shirt spreading slowly but surely.

“Oops,” You breathed, your hand wandering weakly over to your new wound, gently feeling the growing wetness, wincing when your fingers brushed the wrong spot.

The sunlight was harsh on your eyes and your blurring gaze, and you knew that all too well; closing them would be a sorely welcomed relief. Yet your heart screamed at you, fighting to keep them open anyway - the last thing you needed in this moment was to give your friends the wrong ideas. As you were lowered ever so gently to the ground, Kazutora's stunned face and quaking, watering eyes seemed to have been shoved aside, replaced by other familiar, albeit worried, faces.

"The fuck you still standing around for, Kazutora!" Draken roared, dashing over to where you laid, the fight with Hanma having been quickly and strikingly ended with a single blow from Mikey. "Someone call an ambulance!"

"I-I…" Yet all Kazutora could do was stare down at his blood-stained hands. Blood, on his hands. Was it his blood? Mikey’s blood? Your blood? He stabbed you with his own two hands. You.

"Ambulance is on its way!" Someone called back, and the carpark lot erupted into mumbles and mutters. Was this it? The end of Valhalla vs Toman? Who won?

“Don’t you dare let go, Takemichi.” Baji cursed, quickly stripping off his jacket and tearing a long strip off his shirt, before dropping to his knees, shaky hands ever so delicately peeling back your stained shirt, wrapping the makeshift bandage around the knife and the wound. The blood that oozed out even as he worked was all but taunting his efforts."Bring some shade over!"

But it seemed your efforts to fight your heavy eyelids were in vain, your consciousness fading for what seemed like a mere second to you, everything going black before you blinked, the crunch of a boot into bone forcing your exhausted eyes to open once more. The sun was still right above you where it had been all this while, yet it seemed that time had ticked on in the almost ten minutes you were out.

“I thought we were keeping this between us, Kazutora!” Came the roar from an all too familiar voice, as yet another crunch filled the otherwise tranquil surrounding, where out of your sight, Mikey’s fist smashed full force into Kazutora’s face. How dare he drag you into their world? The unasked question was loud and clear to the pale faced Toman members who knew you only by the rumours that swirled when the captains weren’t present, and even clearer to the almost ghostly white Chifuyu, who by now almost seemed like he was about to hurl.

“Mikey, stop.” Your weak voice barely reached the ears of the now frantic Baji, who only paused to take in your now half open eyes, even as Draken’s head seemed to bob in and out of the corner of your hazy sight.

Metal pipe flashing through the air, the few shiny surfaces left twinkling in the sun before smashing hard into Mikey, the red of the blood that splattered onto both boys’ faces - it was still all too clear, all too fresh in your mind and in the black behind your eyelids. If never having to see your cherished friends beat each other to a pulp meant getting up, meant swallowing the screaming pain in your abdomen, you would do it. And you tried, your lead-weighted hands reaching out to turn yourself on your side, grasping at the nothingness beside you as you all but forced your legs to move.

“Mikey -”

“No! You have to stay down!” Hands, familiar hands, rougher than they have ever been with you, steadied you even as your legs were knocked back down, but that seemed to do the trick, instantly catching the Toman President’s attention, stopping him mid-punch.

“Mikey, it wasn’t Kazutora.”

Footsteps, heavy steps in your direction that grew louder and louder as they approached. And then his face, one too hard to miss even through the haze, appeared overhead in your view - Mikey's blank stare that hid his anger and worry so well, his concern clear to you as he trailed one hand down your face, before turning his attention to the knife still buried in your flesh. In that instance, you knew that this petty fight was over and done - if Mikey was here with you, mission accomplished, you mused, letting out one shaky breath.

You knew what he wanted to ask. Then who did it? Who told you? Who dared drag you into this world, without their permission? Yet all you did was allow your gaze to slide almost meekly away. You never lied to your precious friends, and if you couldn't tell the truth, it was better not to answer.

There was no breeze that broke the suddenly stilled lot, the fighting having long died down since your name screamed above and across the clash, though the sun was uncaring, the heat and humidity continuing to steadily build across the dirt-covered floor upon which you were now rested.

The scream of the sirens only grew louder and louder as the crowd that had once gathered for a fight now began to disperse, with no particular party interested in being caught up in the mess that was bound to follow.

“Mikey.” Turning back at the call of his name, Kazutora was now locked in a ninety degrees bow, hands locked behind his back.

"I'll stay here," He mumbled, gaze turned down towards the ground. "I'll take responsibility. For Shinchiro’s death. For everything." For dragging you into this entire debacle.

“Fine.” Was all he received in response, and one last sweep of that signature long black Toman coat, the Toman founder in his white jacket found himself alone with you, still resting on the ground.

"You'll be okay, Kazutora." Mumbling, you shifted slightly as your friend pulled your head into his lap, trying to find a comfortable spot even as the shriek of the ambulance sirens drew nearer. "I'll be okay too, so don't worry alright?"

Even as you laid bleeding out on the filthy floor, your breath starting to come in gasps instead of the even ones you had been taking just five minutes earlier, it was clear that your thoughts were still completely on him.

“Over here, this way!”

Kazutora’s head shot up instantly from where he had been fixated, his fingers tangled in your locks, the shadow he casted over you providing a much needed relief from the sun - that was a voice he recognised, a voice that he knew.

“Hurry!” Another familiar voice cut through the silence. Baji and Draken, his mind finally registered. They were coming back. And for the once time in what seemed like forever, hope blossomed in his chest, a drop of water on a parched land. If they were back, it meant only one thing.

"Kazutora," Your mumble reached him even with the sudden hustle and bustle that sprouted up around the two of you, even as you were rushed past him in a stretcher and out of the now deserted lot, lacking the strength to keep both eyes open, still reaching out weakly for your friend.

Forgiveness.

His yellow, stunned eyes were all but locked on your fading visage, the boy failed to notice that there was a second stretcher, and that the medics were speaking to him. Still trapped in his own head, the thought of being forgiven still an almost unthinkable thought with your blood on his hands and jacket, the words spoken at him were nothing more than a buzz in his ears, the poking and prodding a minor annoyance. But his spire was immediately broken when he was picked up by his collar, to the horror of the awaiting medics, and all but carelessly thrown into the awaiting stretcher by Draken, his bored gaze having turned on his old friend once you had been safely strapped in. "Kazutora, you need treatment too."

“Baji, you go with him.”

Now with you being rushed to hospital, the sirens signalling the blaze of the ambulances through the city and towards the hospital, as much as Mikey yearned to be with you, you were in good hands, with both Baji and Draken now by your side. And the Toman President could turn his attention to a more urgent matter, now a fair distance away from where everything had gone down.

“Chifuyu, Takemitchy.”

Both boys froze mid step.

“A word.”

[god1ngs]

━‎ yandere hcs

+ dream, ranboo, wilbur soot

genre; yandere, angst, romantic / platonic

contains; yandere themes, kidnapping, manipulation, violence, mentions of death, possessive behavior, purposefully making you scared, marking

note; yanderes make brain go brr

DREAM:

thinks of you as an object; will get highly possessive of you and only sees you as something to keep. maybe doesn't even see you as a person, only as an object that only he can have.

doesn't let you around other people. he isolates you until you become solely dependent on him, telling you that he's your only friend. he controls everything you do as well.

he spoils you at first. he gives you everything from armor to weapons to enchantments. he makes you believe that he will give you anything, only making you furthur depend on him.

hates whenever you give your attention to other people. you're his, so you should act like it. he will start raging, destroying your things and yelling. he will make it known that he's angry.

takes advantage of your fears. he will purposely make you scared so that you have to come to him. he makes you rely on him to not be scared, to come to him whenever you are scared, despite being the one who made you scared in the first place.

RANBOO (PLATONIC):

uses his memory to his advantage. he will act, althought sometimes maybe it isn't, as if he's forgotten something just to come see you. just to come see you and "make sure his memory is correct". he just likes spending time with you.

everything about you is in his memory book. your favorite book, the brand you wear the most, your address, your pets names; every bit of information he knows about you is in his memory book, whether you've told him the information or not.

in his enderwalk, he either follows you around or just stands there. at first it was endearing, to think that even when not himself ranboo still wanted to hang out with you, but it became creepy over time. sometimes he would just stand there.

will go to drastic measures to protect you. he is already very protective of those he cares about, but it's different with you. he doesn't know why, but the compel to protect you is stronger than with everyone else.

will resort to kidnapping you if he feels that you are in too much danger. he gives you a nice room, filled with your favorite colors and your precious items (that he may of stole). thinks he's doing the right thing by kidnapping you; what better way to protect you than have yku close to him at all times?

WILBUR SOOT:

highly manipulative. he talks bad about your friends, maybe makes an offhand comment about how one of them is selfish. he makes you hesitant to be around your friends, making you only trust him, much like dream.

loves your fear. will purposely scare you only to laugh in your face. if he kidnaps you, he does make you scared to be around him. your raw fear of him, the way you tense when he comes towards you or how your voice trembles when you talk to him, it delights him.

most likely will kidnap you. the world is too dangerous, too big, for someone like you to be out there. he has to protect you. you're too innocent. wilbur, the big bad wolf, has to protect the innocent red riding hood.

makes you wear items he owns, such as jackets or jewelry or shirts. he gives you his old shirts or his old jackets to wear when he kidnaps you, the joy of seeing you in his clothes incomparable to anything else. it shows to you and everyone else that you're his, and only his.

carves his initials into your skin if you continue to disobey him. makes sure it shows up, as well as having it somewhere where you have to see it, most likely your arm or thigh. he laughs at the horrid look on your face when he's finished.

[just-aro]

How do you respond when someone responds to criticism of the "more than friends" saying with "but doesn't romance include friendship?" I understand they're seeing it as friend+romance=more than friends bc it's friends plus* but that doesn't actually help the implications of the saying. I made a post suggesting an alternative (saying different instead of more) and ppl in the notes suggested "a new layer" or "their relationship is changing" for ppl who see a romantic parter as friends+romance (which is great. the point was to give alternatives that don't have the same implications) but i don't know how to respond to the when someone only says "but doesn't romance include friendship" without meeting me where i'm at (giving new suggestions bc we understand the og phrase makes ppl uncomfortable)

honestly i find the whole discussion of a better phrasing around this concept kinda exhausting, and i've decided to kinda step back and let others think on this one.

idk if it helps at all, but thinking on high school and college, i think i've witnessed more romantic relationships where i couldn't see a friendship involved than i care to list. i think the only real comeback i have is saying that while for some people it's platonic + romo = romo, that isn't the case for everyone, and regardless implying "just" friendship clearly ranks platonic relationships as automatically lesser. maybe see if they recognize that platonic and romo attraction aren't necessarily equal in strength in that equations regardless. it could be like, 1 + 3 = 4, or 2 + 2 = 4, and even 0 + 4 = 4 if that's easier for them to process. idk math brain go brr.