Big Brother

Ways I can think of that “DanDaDan” differs from other shonen series:

* Female MC is as important as male MC

* Canon romance gets consistent development through the series. I think that’s part of the reason why the MC ships with the rivals (Aira, Jiji) aren’t as popular with the fandom for once. The main ship is actually getting good development, so the fanbase doesn’t have to make up headcanons to fill in the space.

* Flips the found family trope on its head by having the main group despise new people whenever they show up and they even actively try to kick them out. The new people only end up staying because they keep lingering around to the point that the main group just gives up and lets them stay.

* The rivals aren’t emo or angst-ridden. Aira is a delusional tryhard popular girl while Jiji is a himbo drama queen. I’d even go as far to say that the MCs are the ones who are emo and angst-ridden.

* Supporting cast is more than just important, they become integral to the story. I’d say that the further you read into DanDaDan, the more it becomes an ensemble cast where everyone is a protagonist in their own right.

* World-building is all over the place, but in a good way. Most other shonen are pretty consistent with what kind of world their characters live in. MHA is superhero-based, Naruto is ninjas and magic, Bleach is spirits, and so on. DanDaDan feels like the author just throws whatever cool shit they can think of into the story. That’s actually the reason why I wrote in a different post that DanDaDan reminds me more of Marvel/DC than any other shonen series, it manages to capture the catch-all insanity of those comics.

* Doesn’t rely on hidden power-ups. The main characters either have to outsmart the villains or they have to train to get better with the powers they already have.

* The pervert comic relief guy is actually endearing for once. Not because of his pervert tendencies, but because he’s so oblivious to how socially inept he is that it’s kind of funny. This is gonna sound strange, but he sorta reminds me of Thor in Thor Ragnarok. Full of himself and oblivious to how dumb he can be. He’s Thor without the good looks lol.

* Flips the “nerdy outcast loser somehow gets a harem” trope. Instead of making Okarun cooler than how he actually is, the story emphasizes that the women who fall for Okarun are as weird as him. Momo is a weird outcast, Aira has main character syndrome, Vamola doesn’t understand how to human because she’s literally not one, Rin thought Okarun was a vampire (and wanted him to be).

* Flips the “elderly figure in charge of the teenagers” trope. I don’t really get motherly figure vibes from Seiko Ayase, I get more “cool wine aunt who is stuck with her niece” vibes. In fact, there was the arc where Okarun showed up to her in spirit mode to get her help with fighting off the alien invasion and Seiko’s response was, “Well, I’m not in the area and I have other shit to do, so you kids figure it out.”

* The series takes the piss out of the trope of mystical/magical items that the group acquired to get their powers. I mean…the main mystical MacGuffin in the series are Okarun’s balls.

* Okarun was about to go into an “I’m weak / I wish I was stronger / I want to get stronger for my friends” breakdown, but Turbo Granny told him to shut up and keep fighting.

* Not afraid to put the “cool girl” in as many funny situations as possible. Off the top of my head, the series built up Momo as this cool, tough girl who doesn’t take shit from anyone…then several chapters later, Okarun found out she got a job at a maid cafe.

(Feel free to add to the list!)

Weekend

Finally the weekend time to relax by grabbing my stuffies laying in bed and playing genshin impact and zenless zone zero. Being able to game in bed is the best I love it and feeling small and cosy makes it 10x better

I felt inspired by this and immediately started writing. Thank you angel xxx

The rhythmic click-clack of controller buttons being pressed with precision echoed through the room. The older brother sat cross-legged on the floor, his thin glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he focused intently on the screen. A faint sheen of sweat dotted his brow, a testament to the intensity of the game. His younger sister lingered nearby, perched on the edge of the couch, her knees tucked to her chest as she watched him. She was shy, always had been, her eyes darting away whenever he glanced in her direction. But tonight, something felt different. The air between them was charged, heavy with unspoken words and stifled emotions.

“You’re really good at this,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. The compliment came out awkwardly, as if she’d been rehearsing it in her head for hours.

He paused the game, the screen freezing mid-action, and looked up at her. His glasses caught the soft glow of the monitor, obscuring his eyes momentarily.

“Thanks,” he said, his tone equally awkward. “It’s just practice, I guess.”

She nodded, her fingers toying with the hem of her oversized hoodie. The silence stretched between them, thick and uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably, adjusting his glasses. “You, uh… you wanna try?”

She hesitated, then shook her head. “I’m not very good. I’ll just mess it up.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said, patting the spot on the floor next to him. “Come on.”

Reluctantly, she slid off the couch and sat beside him, her legs brushing against his. He handed her the controller, their fingers grazing briefly, and she flinched at the contact. Why did that feel so... electric? She thought, her cheeks flushing. He didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he didn’t say anything.

The game resumed, and she fumbled with the controls, her character stumbling around the screen. He chuckled softly, the sound warm and familiar. “Here, let me help,” he said, reaching over to guide her hands. His breath was warm against her ear, and she shivered involuntarily.

They played like that for a while, his hands occasionally correcting hers, their bodies pressed closer together than necessary. The tension between them grew with every passing second, their movements becoming more deliberate, more charged. Finally, she set the controller down and turned to face him. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her breaths shallow and uneven.

“Why does this feel so… weird?” she asked, her voice trembling.

He froze, his eyes widening behind his glasses. “I… I don’t know,” he stammered, his cheeks turning bright red. “Maybe we should stop.”

She shook her head, her hand reaching out to touch his arm. “No. I don’t want to stop.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy and loaded. He stared at her, his mind racing. This is wrong. This is so wrong. But when she leaned in, her lips brushing against his, all rational thought evaporated. He kissed her back, his hands trembling as they cupped her face. Their glasses clinked together awkwardly, and he pulled away, laughing nervously.

“Guess that’s not very practical,” he said, his voice shaky.

She giggled, a sound so light and carefree it made his chest ache. “Take them off,” she whispered.

He hesitated, then removed his glasses, setting them carefully on the floor. His vision was slightly blurred without them, but he didn’t care. Not when she was looking at him like that—like he was the only thing that mattered in the world.

Their kisses grew more fervent, more desperate. His hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve as if he were committing her to memory. She moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. And then, before he could stop himself, he was on top of her, their bodies pressed together in a way that made his stomach churn with guilt.

“Wait,” he whispered, pulling back slightly. “We shouldn’t… this is wrong.”

“It’s not wrong,” she said, her voice firm despite the blush creeping up her neck. “I want this. I want you.”

He hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. She’s my sister. This is so messed up. But the way she looked at him, the way her hands gripped his shoulders, begging him not to pull away—it was intoxicating. He couldn’t resist.

When he finally entered her, it was slow, tentative, as if he was giving her every opportunity to change her mind. But she didn’t. Instead, she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper, her breath hitching in her throat.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into her ear, his voice trembling with guilt and desire. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she murmured, her nails digging into his back. “It’s okay. It’s perfect.”

He moved inside her, his thrusts rhythmic but cautious, as if he was afraid of hurting her. But with every moan that escaped her lips, every shudder that wracked her body, his guilt began to ebb away, replaced by an overwhelming need to make her feel good. His glasses, resting on the bridge of his nose, fogged up slightly from the heat of their bodies, and she couldn’t help but giggle.

“Your glasses,” she said, her voice breathless. “They’re all foggy.”

He laughed, the sound strained but genuine. “Guess I’ll have to clean them later,” he joked, his voice filled with a lightness he hadn’t felt in a while.

As they moved together, their bodies becoming more and more in sync, he couldn’t help but whisper apologies into her ear. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. But each time, she silenced him with a kiss, her hands roaming over his body, exploring every inch of him.

“You’re not hurting me,” she whispered, her voice soft but firm. “You’re not doing anything wrong.”

He nodded, though he wasn’t entirely convinced. But for now, in this moment, he pushed those thoughts aside, focusing instead on the way her body felt against his, the way her breath hitched with every movement, the way she whispered his name like a prayer.

And as they reached their peak together, their bodies trembling with the intensity of their release, he pulled her close, his arms wrapped tightly around her. This is wrong, he thought, his heart aching with guilt. But it feels so right.

Baby sister’s day out

Yesterday I had a big day out!! I was in London having so much fun and I had my cane to help me walk about! It was so nice being out and about for once!!

I just wish I had daddy or big brother me so I could hold their hand as I went shopping! I ended up buying manga which was great!!

Blushing baby

Minors back off!!

I’m just so so smol but I keep thinking these icky thoughts (//∇//) like I can’t help but think about if daddy and how good he would feel and it’s sooo so soo embarrassing! I can’t help but hide my face in my stuffie!

why does it feel so wrong yet so right! I love being all cute and innocent and cuddling my stuffies and colouring in but at the same time I wanna be a cute c0ckwarmer for daddy and then all my blushy thoughts get all muddled and I become such a shy flustered mess and don’t know what to do with myself

Last day!!

Friday!! Yay made it after a long ,long week of having to be big. Tonight will be all about relaxing and being able to be in little space I can cuddle all of my stuffies put on my cartoons and fuzzy pjs! I’ll be such a happy little girl :3!

I hope everyone else has a lovely day and always feel free to chat with me!! I’m not the fastest responder but I love to chat and talk to people who are willing!!

shy gf 🤝 groping her in public when no one is looking bf

Smol baby

Today I desperately want to regress I feel so smol and baby. I just wanna cuddle my stuffies and have someone coo at me and tell me I’m thier little one.

like please please please call me little one I adore it!! Tell me that I’m too little to do stuff. Cut my food up for me. Do my laces. Do my hair and help me pick out my outfit. Make sure I have my plushie with me and that I’m happy.

let me call you a cute name like papa, bubba , daddy or mommy or whatever preference you have! Ugh I just wanna regress and be smol!

back in the heyday of mlp fandom there was one specific guy that commissioned insane amounts of self insert shipping art with pinkie pie. when the finale and confirmed pinkie fucked weird al instead he got a comic of his oc watching longingly at them like walking through the park with their kid and just solemnly accepting it and it was the funniest shit to me. he took it so seriously it was like a genuine breakup

THIS IS SO FUNNY HE GOT CUCKED BY WEIRD AL

Needy little sister (\\^\\)

feeling so icky lately!! \(//∇//)\

I just need a big brother!! I’m an only child am I just wish for a big brother who’s gonna be protective of me and show me that I’m all his!

I just wanna be his cute little sister all dressed up in the cutest outfits and underneath have pretty frilly panties and my big brother got me cause he’s just so sweet and knew that I’d like them! I want him to hold my hand and sit me in his lap! I want him to take me with him when he goes to meet up with his friends and he’ll introduce me to them and show them that I’m his cute baby sister he loves to dote on and I belong only to him!

MINORS LEAVE NOW please <3

I want my big brother to spoon my in bed to he can slip himself inside of me and fuck me even if I’m sleeping cause I’m just too cute and wet not to!

I want my big brother to fuck me and show me in the mirror how adorable I am!

I want my big brother to miss me when I’m not at his side cause he misses the feel of my body next to his where he’s able to grope , touch and claim me as his. I want my big brother to make me suck on his fingers after he’s just used them to finger my tight little pussy.

I want my big brother to leave hickeys all over me to show me who I belong to especially around my chest and inner thighs!

I want my big brother to cuddle me before and after he breeds me to the point I’m all blissed out and all I can think of is him cause he’s the only thing I’ll ever need!

I want a big brother who will have dirty thoughts of keeping me locked in his room constantly full of his cum and toys plugging my holes so the cum stays inside of me.