fast forward to the future, spencer and youtube reader showing their baby their videos and stuff idkkk i just need dad spence and i’m loving your youtube reader stuff
I LOVE THEM SM AHHHH!!!! i couldn't decide on a name so she's nameless rn (i was able to exclude using a name)!! i also just love this idea of their kid not being in any videos but loves watching them after the fact 🤧
cw: their kid calls them mommy and daddy (ik that's weird for some people...?) it's all fluff baby, sassy spencer in shown through him and his spawn
wc: 729
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“Mommy, can we watch the Daddy makeup video again?”
Your four-year-old daughter climbed up next to where you were cuddled on the couch. You looked over at Spencer with an amused smile. He cleared his throat and sat up, removing his arm from around you to pick up your daughter.
“How about we watch something else?”
“Please!” Tears started to form in her eyes, but you quickly swooped in before the meltdown.
“What if we showed you a different video of Mommy and Daddy?” Snuggled into her father’s chest, she sniffled and rubbed her eyes as she nodded. You leaned over to grab the remote, pulling YouTube up on your TV. “Do you want to watch me put fake nails on your Dad, or watch us push whipped cream in each other’s faces.” You looked over at her and raised your eyebrows in a silly manner, causing her to laugh in Spencer’s lap.
“Whipped cream!”
Spencer feigned a sigh, “I guess that's okay.”
“It better be, Mister!”
You covered your mouth to suppress the giggle threatening to come up. Spencer’s jaw dropped and he looked at you like you were the one who said it… and you have said it (which is definitely where she got it from), but you didn't say it this time. “Actually, it’s ‘Doctor’.”
He lightly squeezed her sides, which caused her to fall into a fit of giggles. “Okay! I’m sorry, Dr. Daddy!” She eventually calmed down, and you looked over at them.
“Are you two ready?”
“Patience is a virtue, love,” Spencer said with a wicked smile. You knew exactly what was going to happen next.
“Yeah, pa– patience is a virtue, Mommy.” Her four-year-old voice was able to get the sentence out, and now you were the one with a mouth open. She definitely got this sassiness from her father.
“I’m playing the video now, so you better pay attention, little miss.”
The three of you sat back on the couch as the video began. It was a newly-weds type of game the two of you played where every time one of you got a question wrong, you’d get “pied” aka, whipped cream to the face.
Your daughter shared a few laughs here and there, but it was about halfway through the video when she fully lost it.
A question was asked about what you wanted to be when you were a kid, and Spencer got it right. Again.
“This was a dumb idea, he has an eidetic memory!”
“Sucks to suck!”
You gasped and turned to him with wide eyes, “how dare you! I think you deserve whipped cream to the face!” You picked up the plate of whipped cream and smashed it into his face, catching him off guard. Spencer slowly wiped the cream from his eyes and looked over at you. You knew that look, so you stood up quickly to run away. Unfortunately, you must have dropped whipped cream on the ground because as soon as your foot touched down, you slipped and fell on your bottom.
Spencer was quick to react, “are you okay?” He was concerned, but started to laugh. You gave him an unamused look and he became more serious, leaning forward with his hand out to help you up.
Unfortunately for him, you had other ideas. You pulled him towards you, causing him to fall, and took a handful of the whipped cream on the floor and smeared it all over him.
In the video, the two of you were trapped in a fit of laughter, which caused your kid to do the same. You had to remind her a few times to breathe when she would become red in the face, but she was able to control herself by the time the video was over.
“That was so good, Mommy! You got Daddy good!”
“Thank you, baby.” You laughed and stuck your tongue out at Spencer, which he childishly reciprocated.
“Can we watch another one?” She was very enthusiastic, clinging onto Spencer as she shifted around to become closer to you too.
“Sure,” you began to look through the other options, “which one should we watch next?”
“Hmmm,” she exaggeratedly pursed her lips, “oh! What is that one called, Daddy?”
She points at a video that causes you and Spencer to share a loving smile. “That one's titled The Love of Our Life…”
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Okay, so I know the last time you mentioned/said anything about your hockey au was months ago, but I was bored at work and started thinking about it.
100% when the Straw Hat Pirates got a goal, Zoro skated too fast to the plexiglass and fell through (not in a shattering way, but in a 'the glass/plastic wasn't sealed correctly') and just continued his celebration from his seat on the ground
Smoker is definitely a referee because that man is Done. Referees basically have to corral grown men who get into fights like kids, so the dislike is usually mutual. Smoker absolutely despises the Pirates, but Luffy sometimes would poke him with his stick and go "hey sorry for yelling earlier 🥺" (an actual thing between a ref and, of course, a Canadian). This causes Smoker to have mixed feelings about these idiots. He will not let a single person know that he's a little soft around them.
(Poor Tashigi is that one ref that all the hockey players skate into or something. Fans are usually alright with her so when she makes a call, they all just accept it because she's been knocked down already.)
And I don't know how far into the manga/anime you are, but the part with Koby and Helmeppo makes me think about how one of them notices something suspicious within the hockey (or even Olympics, which might be more plausible) world, so they go into a form of investigative sports news
I had way more on my mind, but I have no idea where you are in the series (either through hard, truthful labor or through One Piece info osmosis)
omg i love that ur thinking abt this. 😭💖 i have a lot of projects on my plate rn but rest assured i have a note for the au that just keeps getting longer abt more stuff to draw. 😂
i love all these! i also love how hockey fans find my au and tell me these lil hockey anecdotes; they're so fun. :') i was so charmed by the apology thing that i looked it up and then drew it aha.
aw, tashigi 😂 and yes about koby and helmeppo!!! i was thinking about them doing exactly that with the olympics, and that there would be some corruption there at the top.
re: spoilers, i don't mind them! i'm kind of all over the place 'cuz i just read whatever fic, google liberally, watch the anime as it comes out with my brother, and i just started properly reading the manga too. 😂 so just send those hc's over if you want to! i'm happy to read 'em.
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Finally i had time to write the LJ headcanon post..or well my "LJ rewrite"...so here it is!
My LJ rewrite/headcanons!!
( I'll try to leave my oc x canon stuff out of here as much as i can)
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Basics:
Name: Laughing Jack or LJ (or Jackie if you're very close with him)
Age: probably over 200,but in human years honestly no idea-
Gender: AGENDER/GENDERLESS LJ PROPAGANDA!! (He presents as male and refers to himself as one,but technically he can be anything)
Pronouns: honest to god he doesn't care,but since Issac called him a boy,he uses he/him,but otherwise he don't give a fuck
Sexuality: bisexual
Height: 225cm/ 7"3
Twins with Laughing Jill(he's younger by like 10 minutes,Jill treats that as 10 years)
Idk how to list this but he's british🇬🇧🇬🇧🇬🇧
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Personality:
Honest to god i don't remember his canon personality💀💀
Basically,he's a jerk. A little dipshit who will cause trouble with his tricks and pranks,especially if he doesn't like you. At first glance he's quite mean and sarcastic,buuut if he finds you cool enough/gets attached he's a whole different person(totally not projecting onto him rn)
Once he actually likes someone enough to consider them a friend,he's much kinder and sweeter.
He's pretty caring actually
He will hold back on his mean and sarcastic comments..unless you're into that
He tries ANYTHING to keep his friends close,literally anything. Magic tricks,jokes,drowning them with candy and affection,tieing them up in his circus so they can't leave,the usual things
He has trouble understanding emotions in general,especially other people's,and has trouble managing his own,ESPECIALLY his anger and saddness
Terrible,horrible abandonment and attachment issues
He's very impulsive,he usually does/says things without thinking them through first(again totally not projecting)
I'll dare to say that my version of LJ has Borderline personality disorder
Idk if this counts to personality or no but my man is touch starved. Touch him once and he won't let go of you
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Other important stuff idk how to categorize:
Scratches himself a lot,especially when he's uncomfortable or nervous...and since he has sharp claws they leave marks(that's why his arms and stomach are wrapped up)
Used to be ashamed of his freckles so he covered them up with makeup(not anymore tho :3)
His favourite candies are lollipops
Dark humor is his favourite thing in the world
my man can stretch his limbs as long as possible,comes in handy when he's lazy to get up to grab something
His british accent comes out when he talks too fast
Throws around medival knight words for fun/to annoy others
He has a circus :^D
And in that circus he has little ghost kids running around(he won't admit but he's kinda like a father figure to them)
He has a little doll collection at his circus
He mostly kills kids between the ages of 10 and above,unless the kid is like extra annoying or something
Like i mentioned before,he's terrified of abandonment
Claustrophobia. Specifically he's terrified of small spaces(thanks to being locked in a small box for god knows how long)
Also fight me but he has a small fear of the dark,mostly in small spaces
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Design/looks:
CONFETTI FRECKLES!!!
Like a lot of them all over his face and body
He has a little mole under his left eye
Scars on his stomach and arms(mentioned above)
His nose can bend (and it goes limp when he's sad/j)
His tongue is long af and is striped
Now that i mentioned stripes he has some on his arms
Used to wear his hair in a low ponytail,but after some time he just stopped caring about his hair..and himself in general
Okay this one involves a bit of oc x canon but hear me out, he was very lanky and skinny,but after meeting Claws he got a bit thicker and more muscular
Small matching tattoo with Claws!!
(For those who find this post before any of my other posts Claws is my creepypasta oc-)
I'll add more pictures of my design for him but i don't have much yet--
Aaaand I can't add any backstory related stuff cuz haven't really changed anything yet-
But i'll edit this post if anything else comes to mind!!
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i think the reason why im so drawn to spirit tracks and pkmn scarvi is that having the legendary/princess as a companion rather than a goal that marks the games completion makes me feel satisfied the way i would after helping a friend
my brother always teases me about how I still havent finished botw after almost 7 years bc "id rather be out picking flowers" which i wont say is untrue. and yes i know Zeldas been holding off ganon for 100 years, yes i can get some sort of idea what her relationship with link was like by recalling memories and going through her diary. ive always loved botw for its unique storytelling and setting which makes it stand out, because it lets you get to know who you're saving.
but because theyre memories, it only works if theres something for the player to investigate that already happened. its retroactive (but effective nonetheless)
on the other hand, spirit tracks does something similar but instead of having the player try to piece together memories and interpret them as a spectator, you actually have an opportunity to get to know zelda yourself by talking to her and working together. besides making it a gameplay mechanic, giving the player control over how they interact with zelda makes it so much more personable.
and I find that making the goal feel personal instead of an obligation gives me more of a reason to work towards it. I know what kind of person botw zelda was but as the player, shes still very much a stranger to me. but spirit tracks zelda? thats my friend!!!! she invited me to go to the beach after we get her body back!!! i dont want to whip her to make her move faster thats mean :(
you know how hostage negotiators are trained to introduce themselves and get to know the person theyre negotiating with because its harder to hurt someone when you know what their favorite food is? its kinda like that, because it feels like im helping a friend than being told or led to do smth
and although i havent played scarvi myself, i feel an attachment to koraidon and miraidon even just watching playthrough clips because its like!! thats my weird scaly dog!! it loves sandwiches and we're friends!!! you know!!!!!!
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Growing up in an extremely ultra religious, cult-like family was a mindfuck for multiple reasons but that doesn't stop unfortunately, even when you escape. For example, see: The overwhelming feeling of boiling hatred and shame for who you used to be.
The angry hatred for the past person I used to be, the version of myself that mindlessly parroted my family's beliefs and listened to their every command, constantly simmered under my skin and invaded my every thought. I was embarrassed of what I used to be- even as I made friends of different ethnicities and faiths, as I listened and explored new ideas and worlds that I never knew existed, as I started the first LGBTQ+ club at my school and volunteered with kids who deserved so much more- there was always a little voice in the back of my head.
"They would hate you if they knew what you were. They would hate the horrendous teachings that were seared into your mind, the things that you used to say and believe. You are nothing but a pretender."
And it is true that my beliefs were bigoted in all the worst ways. It is true that I believed truly heart-wrenching things without a second thought and judged others in such harsh and unfair ways. I told myself that there was no coming back from that, not really. There was nothing I could do to ever make up for it.
Then I remembered that the person who said those things wore velcro light up sneakers and collected finger puppets that the librarians handed out as awards for reading picture books. The person that held signs at pro-life rallies and anti-LGBTQ+ protests had a cherished sticker book and hunted minnows in the creek after school and adored their puffle on club penguin and was really into greek mythology and had skinned knees from climbing trees at recess and knew every Disney song by heart and was absolutely terrified of the dark.
That person was a child.
I was a child.
It took a really long time. Years and years of reflection and distance, but I've decided that I can't hate the past version of myself anymore. I feel pity and remorse, I feel anger- I feel so much fury and violent rage- at what my childhood was and I grieve what could- no, should- have been, but I no longer resent who I was.
I'm not ashamed.
I am so, so, so unbelievably proud of that little kid. For being brave enough to leave the comfort and safety of what I was told was right. For not being afraid to be wrong. For seeking out information and knowledge in a culture that praised ignorance. For questioning everything, relentlessly.
I am by no means a perfect person, I never have been and I never will, but I am proud of myself in every iteration that has ever existed because I know that I have never stopped trying to understand and learn and grow, and I never will.
If you have ever been in a similar situation and feel similar things, first of all: My condolences on your lost childhood. Second of all: Please be nice to that past version of yourself and recognize all the hard work they did to make you who you are today. That person was a survivor and an inspiration. They deserve nothing but love.
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